However, I do have rather clear opinions when the existential stuff is concerned - the things that give meaning to life. Such as the opposite sex. And not least music.
Although I grew up in the 70s, the music from that decade is actually the one I like the least. The 60s were a golden age, and the 80s are much better than their reputation. But the music from around 1968 and onwards is in my view a real bummer. I blame the hippies.
All afternoon I've listened to my neoghbour's musical preferences from an open window. It started bad, with Creedence Clearwater Revivals' "Have You Ever Seen The Rain", and went from bad to worse, with Nazareth and "Love Hurts". When "Living Next Door To Alice" followed, I hardly believed my ears. What kind of person was this, playing all my most hated ballads from the 70s?!
At that point I actually started betting with myself what could be the next tune. Rod Stewart's "Sailing"? Or maybe Bonnie Tyler with "It's A Heartache"? It turned out, however, that the guy now had decided to dedicate the afternoon entirely to Creedence. One by one, "Bad Moon Rising", "Rolling On The River" and "Down On The Corner" sounded from the open window. Finally, however, he went on to play The Wall in its entirety. And in all fairness, I don't hate Pink Floyd. I just dislike them strongly.
Sometimes I wonder how one actually knows what one knows. Even about things one's not interested in at all. When I hear names like Creedence Clearwater Revival, The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band or Lynyrd Skynyrd, I don't know one single song title. But I still "know" that these are bands I definitely don't like, and which all can be categorized as "down to earth Southern rock'n'roll... (Even the term gives me a bad taste in my mouth... Ugh!)
I guess many may disagree with me. We all have different tastes (or in this case: distastes). But as I said, music is one of rather few topics about which I can be quite opinionated.