No, I agree.
I often ask myself, "would i go out with a 50 cent fan?" the answer "no, i would rather gnaw my leg off."

YOU'RE NOT ALONE! and you don't sound like a prick, it all made sense. However, making awesome mixtapes does often solve thia problem ----> see my friend, anna. And dragging them along to concerts can help. Even if they don't want to. Because who could hate an awesome le tigre concert?! WHO?! NOT ANNA.

Aye, but it seems there's only so much she can take. I made her a 40 track long mixtape, which may have been too much at once, as she told me lots of it was dull.

*spits*

but yes, it's better than nothing. You can even talk about why anna found joanna newsom and 65daysofstatic dull. hey! it's a conversation about music... better than nothing.

mixtape conversions rock.

that was my 1000th post. Woo!

Well someone pretty much crafted my music taste, as they led me the way to beautiful and amazing music. So like Anna, a lot of people just need to hear it all and then they can make up their mind. If they themselves are deep and beautiful people of course they will like it.

I think it is best anyways to have someone with a slight difference in their music taste, so you can have (sometimes) more heated conversations. rather then just agreeing.

I find the same problem though. what I find even harder is that having a meaningful conversations with people. I had this fantastic conversation with my friend the other day who had come back from uni as he wasn’t so sure of his course, he had just started and felt like he needed to do something to fore fill his life more. Then just carry on living in this western society. It made me really think about what I want out of life and I’m still thinking. I thought I was starting to like him more then a friend but then I realised that it wasn’t that, it was just I had the 1st non-mind numbing conversation for a while.
I think people need to be able to have some kinda depth or their just sooo boring and motionless.
I hope I make sense.

Read this man.

Who Do You Love?
Music Snobbery in the Dating World
10.12.05

by ken napzok

Relationships are complicated. That is, of course, the understatement to end all understatements. Throw two humans together and tell them to "hash it all out" and make things last more than a year… or a month… or a week, and you're asking for something so difficult that someone should sit God down one day and ask, "Love? What gives?" So, with things as complicated as they are, why would you want to make it more difficult? Simple. Your taste in music is important. Your special love interest's taste in music is doubly so.

We've all done it. We've all met someone new and fallen head over heels, jumped head first into a school yard-style crush, and had it all come to a screeching halt because of some expressed love of something horrible. Maybe it's not something horrible, but something on your "I hate this crap" list or something on your "I'm sure any one who listens to this crap is an idiot" list. It's a terrible moment. You have before you a wonderful, funny, smart, attractive person and you're ready to dive into the fray, intentionally collide your two worlds, and suddenly you realize that getting into that person's car means you're going to have to endure a mix tape with tracks from Smashmouth, Black Eyed Peas, and Phil Collins. Now, this isn't to say that you can't enjoy a catchy Smashmouth chorus, laugh at the ugly Asian-looking dude from the Black Eyed Peas, or realize you have never felt it calling in the air at night. No, no, no… you can put aside your music snobbery long to get to the restaurant. The problem is that this is them. Their being. This is the object of your affection at their core. Forget politics and religion… they like Beyonce or Nickelback. Like, really, really like Beyonce or Nickelback.

Call me shallow. Many have. It is a ringing truth, though. You met someone, and then you both lay it all out on the table: hobbies, movies, and music. The music strikes the deepest level. I don't need every woman in my life to want to play golf or watch Field of Dreams, but if they make a weird face when I mention The Beatles- well, now we're in dangerous territory. In my mid-twenties, I had a huge romantic situation fall flat, but it wasn't a surprise. I love Liz Phair, and she constantly made fun of her singing voice. It was doomed from the start. After that relationship came to a crashing halt, I tried to move on. My first date with the next girl was a Beth Orton concert. I was in awe as I stood just a few feet away from Beth Orton as she sang "Pass in Time." It was absolutely one of my favorite moments as a music fan. On the last night of her United States tour of 2002, Miss Orton dove into one of her most powerful songs and left her heart on the stage. It was breathtaking. I was moved. My date tugged on my arm and asked if we could skip the encore. Our entanglement lasted one month, but, really, it ended right then. I gave up on love and the like for a long while after that, but sometime later a friend's parents tried to set me up with one of his mom's employees over a dinner gathering. The potential love interest was a sexy, good natured, and nice person… who when asked what kind of music she likes told me, "Eh, whatever's on the radio." I spent the rest of the night talking to my friend's dad about the golden age of rock and when it ended (he believed 1974. I could offer no good argument to counter, so I conceded the floor).

This is not to say that it is all about bad taste and good taste based on radio airplay or popularity, or lack thereof. You both could have good taste, but it could just be a split. My last two romances were governed by one woman's love of Tori Amos and another's love of Ani DiFranco. Clearly fine choices made for very personal reasons. I could lob no snobbery or scorn in their direction because both ladies knew their stuff. I could easily respect the choices. The only problem was, I never have and never will get the "vibe" of those two artists, and both these women have based a lot of important moments, thoughts, and points of view around those them. I was going to try to understand it all as both relationships grew. I really was. I even asked the Ani DiFranco fan for a double-disc, introduction-to-Ani compilation CD. The relationship went off track before much longer, and do you know what was one of the first things I thought once it was clear that our great romance was never going to take off? Yep, it was, "Phew. Close one. Now, I don't have to try to like Ani." Of course, only a few months before it had been, "Great. Now I don't have to buy any Tori Amos albums." And, hey, all's fair in love and war, I'm sure those two women both probably thought, "Good. No more sad, British or British-like singer-songwriters" when they walked the opposite direction from me. No hard feelings, ladies. I totally understand.

Mix tapes and compilations offer some hope and salvation. It is possible to give your beloved a disc of your favorite songs and have them connect with some of the songs, but it's never going to be a full conversion. Never. Later on in the relationship you might be able to build a catalog of shared favorite songs, but they will probably have more to do with the story of your relationship, and that just means at some point you'll be singing along to an Abba song. I'm not saying that's a bad thing, dancing queen, I'm just saying that those songs will be neutral. Your core favorites won't be shared. It just won't happen. No matter how many times you say, "listen to this Clem Snide song." Trust me.

This is why it is such a beautiful thing when you can walk through a record store with the person you are totally crushing over and watch as they stop at all the sections you were going to stop at. Sure, there might be some differences, but that's OK. That's part of the whole difficult relationship "thing." Compromise does extend to the CD player. I'm just saying that when the genres sync up, when the interests and appreciations are on the same page, it is a wonderful moment. A sigh of relief. A breath of fresh air. One more reason to keep on searching for love in an iPod world.

I think i'm with fullerov on this one.

Music taste isn't that important when it comes to girls. I mean it's a wicked bonus and all, just not everything.

I think intelligence is what I find most attractive/important

I consider people with bad taste in music as shallow, I also know to dismiss someones worth based on their taste in music is shallow. I have never been able to reconcile the two.

Mrs Knees and I have been married for over 11 years, and when we met we had many albumn duplicates, basically a kind of John Peel commonality, of course it could also be that the type of music influenced the culture/people we hung around with, so the music taste sharing seems to be a good idea.
I think that the only no-no would be going out with someone who had only mainstream likes and was not prepared to explore, but I imagine that everyone on this board would feel the same...you have to be passionate about music

My dissatation is on something a bit like this.

So perhaps I can answer in May after tearing my hair out in trying to conduct enough interviews and having read enough about it to be very, very bored about the subject.

Then again, maybe the reason you're single is that you think the alphabet goes straight from a to c.

doesn't matter too much. The only thing I don't like is being accused of liking 'obscure' music just to be awkward. Couldn't go out with someone who thought of me like that.

Other things are more important to me, like politics or maybe more broadly 'worlds views'. That would be a relationship maker or breaker where as music taste is no big deal.

Best situation is when you meet people who like different things to yourself. Going out with someone who has almost identical music taste and knowledge would not only be boring but a sign of self love/the love of personal vindication.

Look for people who are passionate & knowledgable about music but stop caring so much about exactly which genres theyre into. You might learn something from them about the kind of music they love and vice versa. whether it's an indie kid a hiphop head a raver a punk rock anarchist dude a grime/garage obsessive an IDM geek a reggae obsessive, a geeky all-rounder or whatever. passion is what counts. rather than having the same record collection.

I can't believe some of the comments in this thread. Even for someone whose main interest in life is music, to say that that has any bearing at all on one's choice of partner is absurd. It seems to me that such an attitude implies that love is secondary to a leisure pursuit. If you really think that your interests and hobbies are more important or equally as important as your partner then you do not know what love is.

I only go out with people with good/reasonable music taste. So long as they're passionate about it, I guess. I couldn't really envisage spending a lot of time with someone with no interest in music whatsoever.

Daniel has extremely good music taste so he wins. Apart from bright eyes.