I know how you feel. Why would you go to a contemporary music concert? No tunes (or only rarely, and then rather grudgingly). Peculiar, occasionally laughable noises from perfectly normal instruments. Nothing you can tap your foot to. And – probably worst of all – the nagging idea that everyone else in the audience, if there is anyone else in the audience, is coming from somewhere slightly alien. From somewhere where random peeps and parps make sense, and are maybe even found to be enjoyable. I mean, what on earth are they getting out of it?
As I say, I know how you feel. I wasn’t born with the contemporary music gene. And nor was my Mother-in-Law (most definitely not alien), who hated contemporary music when I first knew her. So much so that not so many years ago she would – although supportive to a fault – come to the contemporary music concerts I put on out of a sense of sheer, overwhelming pity.
As I say, I know how you feel. I wasn’t born with the contemporary music gene. And nor was my Mother-in-Law (most definitely not alien), who hated contemporary music when I first knew her. So much so that not so many years ago she would – although supportive to a fault – come to the contemporary music concerts I put on out of a sense of sheer, overwhelming pity.