When I first met my husband, we discovered that we both played guitar. I immediately reeled off a list of my most-hated guitar players. In no particular order we have Eddie Van Halen, Steve Vai, and Joe Satriani. They were his top three. We got married anyway. We are now divorced.
He thought I was a music snob. I am simply living proof that when he swears by the Van Halen catalog and she swears by the Queen catalog, things are doomed to fail. Doomed from the start, I tell you!
I make no apologies for the years spent dogging Van Halen. Nor do I apologize for the time I rolled my eyes when he had never heard of Mick Ronson. And I certainly don't apologize for making fun of him when he started listening to Paul Oakenfold. That's not even rock and roll!
Apparently, I was his harshest critic. Apparently, I was everybody's harshest critic. Allow me to illustrate. One day, I came home from my job at the CD store just bubbling with hostility. Two girls in their twenties had been shopping the KISS section that day. One of them had picked up a non-makeup CD, I believe it was Lick It Up, and said to the other, "Why aren't they wearing their makeup?" Her companion did not know why. I, standing behind the counter, felt a snit beginning. What did they mean, why aren't they wearing makeup? Did they live in a cave? KISS spent 13 years of their career without makeup!
Later that day, at home, I related this story to my spouse in a huff. Not only did he not share my outrage; he called me a music snob!
I didn't think it was unreasonable to expect music shoppers to have a certain level of knowledge. He thought it was unreasonable to expect people to know that KISS had, at one point, taken off the makeup. I believe his argument was that not everyone was a KISS fan. My argument was that it was a basic fact that everyone should know.
We had variations on this discussion many, many times. There seemed to be a discrepancy in our thinking. I thought he, as well as most of the population, were lacking in music knowledge. He thought I was a snob. Period.
Well, that is fine. He has his bad taste, and I have my web site.