Person you know with the worst taste in music

[Cackling Co Pilot Kamala]

Mentioning Van Halen III in the KISS thread made me fondly reminisce about one of my older cousins. It was one of his favorite albums of all time. When I cracked a joke about it about six or seven years ago, he made me listen to it start to finish. Other favorites of his include Slaughter (hair metal version) and nu-metal era Vanilla Ice. I'm 99% sure he's not being ironic about all of this. He's currently fronting a nu-metal band that's playing at Battle of The Bands across Southern and Central Maine. He also had one of those dental surgeries where he altered his teeth to look a vampire's and claimed he got beat up by one of his girlfriends! He was one of my closest confidantes during my classic rock that rocks phase.

 

[pbone]

My mom. It's not even to the totally OK point of just not listening to music + mom and dad music, but she goes out of her way to listen to really bad music. It's all radio hip hop, and even worse, it's Hawaiian radio hip hop garbage, which is like the after taste of whatever we listen to here in the contiguous four-eight. She has several Black Eyed Peas and Mary J. Blige albums. Those are the most indicative of the bunch. I've given her good music to listen to that I figure she'd like, but instead it's just that sort of fucking hogwash. It's gotten to the point where I will not ride in the same car as her anymore. She considers herself the only person that's allowed to be in control of the radio, and if me and my dad land on something that we like but she doesn't, she has a fit and, no kidding, thinks that we're trying to make fun of her or be mean or something.

My dad, on the other hand, has better taste in music than even me. He used to own record stores in Michigan and Washington and has seen every fucking band in the 70s that you can think of ten times and probably smoked weed with them too. He has a massive collection of records, which, if sold, would probably net him in the hundreds of thousands. Too bad he now spends most of his time listening to lame Hawaiian music.

 

[Gary]

I remember a friend of mine telling me I listen to "Old Hippie Music" when professing my love of Led Zeppelin. He loved Korn and Limp Bizkit. I haven't seen him in forever.

 

[bps21]

There's a guy at work who worships Creed. Yes. Creed.

We have a fun time thinking of great artists and listening to him tell us that Creed is better. His argument for Creed being better than Neil Young? Neil Young is old as shit.

 

[CBright7831]

There's a guy at work who worships Creed. Yes. Creed.

We have a fun time thinking of great artists and listening to him tell us that Creed is better. His argument for Creed being better than Neil Young? Neil Young is old as shit.

Next time you see him ask him how Creed is better than The Beatles.

 

[bps21]

We already did. He said the Beatles weren't relevent anymore. He said this about the Beatles...while pimping Creed. In 2009.

 

[CBright7831]

I dont know if I should feel sad for that poor fool or laugh.

 

[BUTT]

Girls

 

[DCH]

Some asian kid in ym school loves shitty pop and RnB. It's so terrible. His favourite artist is Trey Songz. Go Figure.

 

[Agent of Oblivion]

I once went camping with a bunch of friends in high school. The county in which I grew up only had one high school, and as such, was kind of an insular environment, and this particular camp kegger included kids from a neighboring county's school district. One of those kids, Jared, drove a red firebird, and was at this particular event. Jared wore a seed cap and a sports letter jacket and jeans with big tattered holes in the knees. Clearly, Jared was the alpha male of the Blackford County Hick-Jocks. His older brother got us the kegs, so we were sort of indebted to the guy despite being a total tool. A cool evening in late summer at the reservoir, sometime near dusk, he has the trunk opened up so everyone could listen to a mix CD he had playing. The first song on the CD was this:

Don Henley ♫ The Boys Of Summer ♫ ►HD16:9◄

He put it on, and went on this tangent about how "Boys of Summer" was the greatest song ever written. A few cups of beer in him, he'd decided to poll people on their opinions of Don Henley's "Boys of Summer." A few people humored him, and were all "Yeah, it rules, Jared. Awesome tune."

As he drank more, he felt the need to play this song repeatedly. During one threepeat of "Boys of Summer", he really got into it, mouthing the lyrics with his eyes closed, fist pumping and nodding in silent confirmation of the sheer awesome that is "Boys of Summer".

Someone finally snapped and told him to shut the shit off, and Jared fucking lost it, proclaiming that "If anyone had a problem with 'Boys of Summer' then they got a problem with me!" and got real aggressive about it, asking everyone if they had a problem with "Boys of Summer". One guy was all "Dude, we're fucking sick of that song, put some other shit on already," so Jared got all in his face, spilling beer all over the place. While he was posturing, his girlfriend got in the car and put on Sublime, which Jared loved almost as much as "Boys of Summer" and immediately mellowed his mood, and set him to drunk dancing over by the campfire.

 

[Big Papa Paegan]

Girls

QFT.

 

[Kinetic]

It really offends me to hear record store clerks listening to bad music in their stores. I don't really have a problem with my parents or siblings or friends listening to crap music, but there's no reason why these clerks--who are surrounded at all times by thousands of hours of quality music--should subject me to 30 minutes of gay emo shit or coconut rock while I'm browsing their racks.

 

[pbone]

Depends on the kind of record store. If it's Tower Records, they have to put on marketable schlock. If it's Amoeba Records, there's no excuse.

 

[Red Baron]

I once went camping with a bunch of friends in high school. The county in which I grew up only had one high school, and as such, was kind of an insular environment, and this particular camp kegger included kids from a neighboring county's school district. One of those kids, Jared, drove a red firebird, and was at this particular event. Jared wore a seed cap and a sports letter jacket and jeans with big tattered holes in the knees. Clearly, Jared was the alpha male of the Blackford County Hick-Jocks. His older brother got us the kegs, so we were sort of indebted to the guy despite being a total tool. A cool evening in late summer at the reservoir, sometime near dusk, he has the trunk opened up so everyone could listen to a mix CD he had playing. The first song on the CD was this:

Don Henley ♫ The Boys Of Summer ♫ ►HD16:9◄

He put it on, and went on this tangent about how "Boys of Summer" was the greatest song ever written. A few cups of beer in him, he'd decided to poll people on their opinions of Don Henley's "Boys of Summer." A few people humored him, and were all "Yeah, it rules, Jared. Awesome tune."

As he drank more, he felt the need to play this song repeatedly. During one threepeat of "Boys of Summer", he really got into it, mouthing the lyrics with his eyes closed, fist pumping and nodding in silent confirmation of the sheer awesome that is "Boys of Summer".

Someone finally snapped and told him to shut the shit off, and Jared fucking lost it, proclaiming that "If anyone had a problem with 'Boys of Summer' then they got a problem with me!" and got real aggressive about it, asking everyone if they had a problem with "Boys of Summer". One guy was all "Dude, we're fucking sick of that song, put some other shit on already," so Jared got all in his face, spilling beer all over the place. While he was posturing, his girlfriend got in the car and put on Sublime, which Jared loved almost as much as "Boys of Summer" and immediately mellowed his mood, and set him to drunk dancing over by the campfire.

In a related note, my buddy played Immigrant Song the whole way through to Niagara Falls (25 minute drive) and back. It was rough as at the time I hated Led Zeppelin.

 

[Kinetic]

We don't actually have a Tower Records here, as far as I know. We have an FYE (was playing years-old Panic at the Disco last time I was there) and then loads of record stores across the water in Seattle. One such place, Easy Street Records in the beautiful Lower Queen Anne neighborhood, was also blasting some sort of emo pap when I was in there last week.

 

[The Metal Maniac]

I was once at a gathering of my friends, and I mentioned that I had heard Kid Rock's awful Sweet Home Alabama ripoff song (I honestly forget what it's called), and everyone was against me. Like, they actually enjoyed the song. I was flabbergasted.

My younger sister has (had?) really bad taste as well. And it wasn't just that she liked shitty bands, she liked shitty bands who seemed to have really short discography's, so she'd listen to the exact same shitty album over and over and over again. I'm relatively certain I have the entirety of No Doubt's "Tragic Kingdom" memorized, as well as something by Hemmingway Corner.

Oh, and I know a bunch of E-Tards who's music taste seems to be limited to anything that goes BOOMBOOMBOOMBOOMBOOM forever and ever. Fucking awful. Like, okay, some people like house music, that's fine. But I cannot understand how anyone can listen to the same constant beat for 6 straight hours, which I've known these people to do. Boggles my mind.

 

[ZGangsta]

Pitchfork.

 

[Czech]

Related to Agent and RetardBaron's stories, I once got a ride to a party from a guy who played "Life's Been Good" by Joe Walsh twice on the way there. I was under the impression that in order to listen to that song in your car, you had to be driving shirtless. He kept his shirt on, though.

I don't know to whom I should apply this superlative. I know oodles of people with shitty taste in music, but nobody stands out as the worst.

 

[Perfxion]

Its kind of hard to say what is "bad music" or who has "bad taste" in music. I don't like some things, but I can't call them all bad taste. Mary J and Trey are great RnB artist. If you don't like RnB then you will not like them, bottom line. It isn't bad taste, its just not for you. It will be like me saying anyone liking metal or country has horrible taste in music because I don't like all of it.

Nearest thing I can say to someone having bad taste is I had a friend BUY the William Hung album. Like went to best buy and bought the shit.

 

[Gary]

I take great joy to see other posters hate The Eagles. Seriously, I hate that band more than any band on Earth-yes, not even Creed, Insane Clown Posse, etc. raise my ire as much as the fucking Eagles do.

 

[pbone]

Oh yeah

 

[foleyfanforever88]

Nearest thing I can say to someone having bad taste is I had a friend BUY the William Hung album. Like went to best buy and bought the shit.

I own the William Hung album.

 

[Cackling Co Pilot Kamala]

It's just me probably be but buying a William Hung album isn't an indication of a bad taste in music more as it's a willingness to take a joke too far.

 

[BUTT]

I once worked with a girl who sang backup on William Hung's version of "YMCA." We never talked about it, but everyone at the store knew about it.

I seem to remember that his album sold like 40,000 copies in its first week, so those who bought it aren't alone. Really, though, once you've heard him sing once, what's the point? You've heard the joke. Willing to pay $12 to hear the joke again 10 more times? OK.

 

[Byron The Bulb]

I once worked with a girl who sang backup on William Hung's version of "YMCA." We never talked about it, but everyone at the store knew about it.

Was she cute?

 

[BUTT]

eh

 

[Red Baron]

RetardBaron's

The hell?

 

[The Coat Is My Father]

I don't know very many people with good taste in music, as around here at least, those who I tend to see eye to eye with on the subject are pseudo-bohemian self important losers. My concert going companion Cody is an exception; he's basically Gary Floyd.

 

[Agent of Oblivion]

We don't actually have a Tower Records here, as far as I know. We have an FYE (was playing years-old Panic at the Disco last time I was there) and then loads of record stores across the water in Seattle. One such place, Easy Street Records in the beautiful Lower Queen Anne neighborhood, was also blasting some sort of emo pap when I was in there last week.

My local friendly independent record store has a girl with hair down to her thighs and dresses like Al Jourgensen. She's always listening to Yonder Mountain String Band or String Cheese Incident or some shit whenever I'm in there. Weird.

 

[Sesquipedaliantique]

Its kind of hard to say what is "bad music" or who has "bad taste" in music.

No it isn't. Stop pretending that everything is equal and opinions justify themselves.