I might meet a lover of paintings and say, hey, isn't Van Gogh's flower painting just wonderful, but so small when we saw it in the National Gallery in London. (yes, I am a name dropper)
I might meet a ballet dancer and say, I just adore Swan Lake and has none been better in the ballet than Nureyev, and did you notice the bulge when he lept into the air. (I hope Nureyev did perform in Swan Lake. I read a biography a long time ago and I think he did)
I might meet a country and western fan, and say, isn't Twania Twain just brilliant. (One hit wonder for me)
I might meet a hard rock fan and say has then ever been better that Led Zeppelin. (I can't actually remember any of their music)
I might meet someone who likes crooning and mention, what about Michael Buble. Never mind Bing Crosby. How good were they. (I have heard both and they are good, but aside from a Crosby duet with Bowie for I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas, I can't remember much else)
I might come across a disco fan, and mention Love to Love you Baby, and add 'what a pity she ended up being homophobic'. (and therein is a another future post)
I expect I would be despised by all experts in the aforesaid areas for liking the cliches.
What music is missing? Classical music, and I will be dismissed here too.
With a friend I attended in the 1980s a Sunday afternoon quintet performance at the Toorak Uniting Church of Vivaldi's Four Seasons. I loved it and I still do love the music, and I make no apologies for loving it. You may well think less of me for liking the ever so common musac but I don't care. I just love it, from Summer back to Summer the next year. I close my eyes when listening to it and immerse myself in the music, rather like I do with The Doors, Riders on the Storm. Well actually, I like to watch Riders on the Storm to see the delectable Jim Morrison. He looks like a wickedly bad boy.