… you have become sick of the Good Music?
"Good Music" = the repertoire which used to give you pleasure, a sense of belonging, or a feeling of unity with the continuum of a particular tradition, culture, movement or moment.
I find myself nearly unable to listen to most Beethoven symphonies, any Brahms at all, the entire Romantic tradition (though honestly, I *never* dug it), Classical Guitar and even a few of the great Bach organ masterpieces. Don't forget most Handel and ALL of the minor Classical composers. La Mer? No longer tolerable - sorry…
I still deeply adore the severe Viennese tradition once it became atonal - Webern, Schoenberg and Berg - and then Stockhausen, Berio, Ligeti, late Copeland, late Stravinsky, Davidovsky, and so on. Most Bach - save the Brandenburgs - is still transcendental for me. And Buxtehude of course! (exclamation IRONIC)
In the region of Rock Music (so called) toleration is much less clear cut. I find the intolerable only by listening to the Radio or by dropping the needle (I wish) on a chestnut and seeing whether or not I feel ill. It's treacherous to listen to 'Album Rock' and drive @ the same time because of the chances that something once tolerable will pop-up and cause a sudden lane change due to leg spasms or involuntary shaking.
If that infantile moron Ted Nugent comes on the radio, I immediately know two things; one, the radio station has had a momentary lapse of quality control and that - curmudgeonly as I am - I was not wrong about his music. The low common denominator of rock. There has to be a nadir in any category and 'the Nuge' occupies the rock caboose. Graceless, utterly bad finger-flopping of the basest kind. No Ted, you're not even fast.
Sorry about that digression… Casting aspersions @ a player is not my MO. In fact I lament that guitarists seem to have an overactive tendency to belittle other players. Nugent should, by rights, never enter the conversation but when he said that J. Garcia 'couldn't play guitar' I've been in my ghillie suit and laying in wait for his low brow to cross my line of sight.
How do I return to a higher level of discourse after stooping as low as that particular buckskinned bum?
By abruptly changing course; as follows:
I think that when the act of listening to rock music (in particular) is removed from the context and level-of-consciousness in which it was voraciously consumed there is a disconnect (damn! I hate that word) between that music and the contextually removed listener. Or, no longer stoned at all, or, only seldom, a crucial aspect of the connectedness to the music is AWOL. And, sitting with one's significant other who happens NOT to have grown-up in the same era or taste universe, makes listening to Foreigner, or Foghat, or 10cc, or (fill in the blanks) a cringe fest. It's disconcerting to realize that Grace really was out-of-tune often enough when singing live, that it is impossible to cajole anyone into liking the Airplane. I *love* Jefferson Airplane and it pains me that my wife cannot tolerate even a cursory listen. At least she likes David Crosby's "If I Could Only Remember My Name" (1971).