On stereotypes (and blue-eyed music)

"You know, I really like this song."
"Yeah, it's a very nice one. Catchy, I'd say. But it's not really your kind of music, you know."

I've heard this so many times throughout my life that I'm almost getting bored, really. I know, I know: nowadays my friends, and the people that know me in general - perhaps even you who read this blog - think that I merely listen to Radiohead and Muse. It's true, I like them quite a lot, and I do think they are currently the best bands in the world. But that doesn't mean that I spend the whole time listening to Kid A or Absolution. But you know, I also listen to other things, some more alternative, others like mainstream - and I really don't care. For example, and just to mention female singers, I can have on my mp3 player A Fine Frenzy (mentioned in this blog several times) and Lily Allen, which is the typical MTV product, but by some reason I can't help liking her songs. Don't ask. Some years ago, the people that know me thought I was a huge heavy metal fan, and yes, I do like some heavy metal: give another Slayer gig and I'll be happy. But my music preferences include metal, pop, rock, indie, jazz, other strange things, and I'm moving right now to classic music, it seems. So I go for Radiohead, and I go for A Fine Frenzy, and I go for Moonspell, and to The Cranberries, and to The Smashing Pumpkins, and to White Stripes, and to Joy Division, and Magazine, and Blasted Mechanism, and Wagner, and yes, I really like the song This Is Life, by Amy MacDonald. It's mainstream, yes, it's catchy, it goes on the radio all the time and I find myself singing it along everytime I hear it. I wouldn't call the song brilliant, or mesmerizing, not the same way that Amy's eyes are stunning, but it's a nice song and I like it. I was never ashamed of my preferences - in music, in movies or in literature - and I'm not really starting now.