Even though social media platforms like TikTok currently rule the charts, your individual music taste can stem from more personal parts of your life.
When I was a kid, I was a sucker for elevator music. If there was an elevator, I'd be dancing. I couldn't care less if the songs had lyrics or if other people were around me. For the thirty seconds I was trapped in that giant metal box, I'd be jamming out.
My mother never understood this. She wanted me to embrace the Sponge Bob Square Pants theme song, or even Glee ... fucking Glee! And while my siblings happily practiced a stupid dance to Lea Michele's version of "Gives You Hell," I was chilling to a playlist called, "Hotel Lobby Classics."
Years later, I don't listen to elevator music on the reg. To be honest, I find it boring and anti-climatic, like the yearly birthday phone call with a relative you can't even put a face to.
Although, I'd lie if I said I didn't understand my younger self for liking this kind of music.
Now a semi adult, I enjoy sitting alone with my thoughts, and in a world that has become so obnoxiously loud, blasting Caamp, The Lumineers, and Mumford and Sons does the trick. As long as it's them singing, I don't mind the noise.
But my drastic transformation from kid who loved elevator music to a fan of chaotic folk left me wondering: where does our music taste come from. And here's what I figured out.
Who was your first music plug?
Pause for a moment and ask yourself: what was the first song I ever heard? Unless you have an incredible memory, this is an impossible task. So many parts of our childhood are forgotten by the time we get to college. But what's possible is figuring out who introduced you to your favorite artists. For me, it was my brother's friends. They'd let me hang out at their bonfires where a guitar always made an appearance. During those New Hampshire fall nights, the fire being the only light we could see, music became magic.