response 1 of 32:

Sep 26 00:05 UTC 1992

sesame street.

response 3 of 32:

Sep 26 14:50 UTC 1992

I'm so embarrassed about some of the things I listened to in high school,
I won't even mention them.  Ten years ago, hmm.  Probably Thomas Dolby
and Def Leppard.

response 5 of 32:

Sep 26 17:08 UTC 1992

   I have the world's largest collection of "bad" music. Bob Welch,
Fleetwood Mac, Chicago (all of em) jeez, I am really embarrassed
to be telling you this.
   I still listen to 1950s "doo wop" stuff. It's the best thing
going.

response 7 of 32:

Sep 27 06:57 UTC 1992

Hmmm....  Prior to 1971 (age 14), I listened to a lot of instrumental
MOR/Easy Listening stuff.  I was a devoted fan of Herb Alpert & the Tijuana
Brass; I also liked Ferrante & Teicher, Al Hirt, and the odd pop-classical
piece like the 1812 Overture.
 
In 1971 I started being a real top-40 junkie, moving over the next few
years into what is now a large chunk of the "classic rock" repetoire,
though of course no one thought of it as classic rock at the time:
Emerson Lake & Palmer, Yes, Deep Purple.  I was a tremendous fan of 
Jethro Tull.
 
In 1975, essentially by accident, I stumbled across Steeleye Span and 
the British electric folk/folk rock revival.  In most of the intervening
17 years, my tastes have swung back and forth between folk and rock on 
about a two year cycle.  Rock was pretty interesting in the late 70's
"new wave" era.  Both rock and folk seemed pretty dead in the early 80's;
at least, I wasn't finding much that I liked.   1986 brought a new cycle
of activity in British Isles folk-rock, and my obsession with those forms
continues to this day.  A few years later I spent a lot of time and 
money running down indie-label rock bands, but lately a lot of that material
seems like a dead end to me.
 
In my early 30's, arabella made an opera fan out of me.
 
At this point I suspect my tastes have solidified for life.  Rap and 
techno do nothing for me except make me feel old.   And I'm finding 
that the time I have to devote to listening to music is shrinking
drastically.

response 9 of 32:

Sep 29 04:42 UTC 1992

Marston Snord?

response 11 of 32:

Sep 30 03:40 UTC 1992

Well, that lets me out; these days I only read music.

response 13 of 32:

Oct 1 10:31 UTC 1992

The decline of my interest in popular music coincided with my finishing
graduate school.  Big change in lifestyle there.

response 15 of 32:

Nov 11 06:38 UTC 1992

   I find that my musical tastes have only grown with age.  Yes, there
are things I used to listen to that I wouldn't bother with any more,
but by and large, the pop/rock stuff I listened to 10-20 years ago still
appeals to me today.  Groups like Steely Dan, YES, Jethro Tull, Genesis
and the like are still with me today.
   Lately I've been wandering back into classical music.  I grew up
with it, but lost touch with it for at least 10 years.  I find Mozart,
Scriabin, Bach and others mean just as much now as they did a long
time ago.
   As it seems with other parts of my life, I just add more interests.

response 17 of 32:

Dec 29 06:07 UTC 1992

oops.....

I wasn't alive then, but if I was, I would have listened to the Velvet
Underground. The Beatles and Simon & Garfunkle too.  They're okay....:)

response 19 of 32:

Dec 30 04:20 UTC 1992

   Steeleye Span--what a group.

   Lately I've been stuffing my head with Glass works like Koyaanisqatsi
and Powaqqatsi when I go off to sleep.  Unearthly...

response 21 of 32:

Jan 5 03:41 UTC 1993

     I had the distinct pleasure of rediscovering something I had
forgotten I liked.  When I was growing up, Chicago and Blood Sweat and
Tears were played a lot in my house as my mother was afan of both.  But
then B S and T disappeared, and Chicago turned into Super Sugar-Crisp Easy
Listening extract that gave me indigestion, so they both left my life. 
Well, my brother got a B S and T album (3) recently and played it for me,
and I'll be getting my own copy at soonest convenience, after registering
on Grex of course.  I also bought C.T.A. (I think the first Chicago
album).  It is quite different from 16 or 17, or any of Peter
what's-his-nose's solo stuff, very jazzy, from swingish stuff to
way-out-there avant-garde.

response 23 of 32:

Mar 28 18:24 UTC 1993

In the late 1950's and early 1960's in Chicago, my parents were big fans
of WFMT's folk program "The Midnight Special".  They recorded it off the
air on big reel-to-reel tapes and played it a lot; that was the musical
background of my early childhood.  I don't even know the names of many
of the singers and musicians (though Bob Dylan and Pete Seeger were two),
but most of the songs were traditional American and British folksongs
done in fairly spare acoustic arrangements.

In 1963, we moved from Chicago to East Lansing.  My parents began moving
away from folk toward classical music, whereas the folk scene (at least
in retrospect) became more political and, over time, more oriented toward
opposition to the Vietnam War.  Joni Mitchell, Judy Collins and Joan Baez
were all part of this.

Around this time, the movie "Dr. Zhivago" (though I wasn't old enough to
understand it very well) had a great deal of influence on me, and "Lara's
Theme" from the movie was about my favorite tune.  Some other similar
basically MOR type stuff appealed to me then, too.

But during the mid to late 1960's and into the early 1970's, I was
simultaneously becoming more political and more socially isolated.  I
liked popular music but my knowledge was extremely limited.  I think the
first album I ever bought was either Elton John's "Honky Chateau" or
Seals & Croft's "Year of Sunday".  Now that I think about it, it must have
been "Honky Chateau".

As I went from high school to college (1973), I was enjoying Joni Mitchell,
Cat Stevens (in his "Tea for the Tillerman" and "Catch Bull At Four" period),
and similar stuff.  I still liked and respected the early 60's folk stuff,
including Tom Paxton, Tom Lehrer, etc., but I didn't try very hard to get
their recordings.

I remember when Fleetwood Mac's "Rumors" was all the rage among my friends
and housemates, and I took part in that, too.  At various times in the
late 1970's, though, a couple of friends kept suggesting that I should go
to Olde Worlde on Wednesday nights to hear local folksinger Sally Rogers.
Or to Ten Pound Fiddle concerts.  This sounded like a good idea, but I
never made the time to do it.  The first time I heard Sally Rogers sing
was at the memorial service for a friend who died in the 1979 Chicago
plane crash.

Jeez, I hadn't intended to be so verbose.  Oops.  Many apologies.