extraordinary the extent to which sheer repetition of an album will make you love it, over and against any initial disinterest. I have certain quite middle of the road rock albums I listen too while I write, initially chosen pretty much due to their non-distracting, cognitive space filling semi-blandness and after a while i find them intensely pleasurable listens. Love this tune!etc.
that said, some things are pretty either repetition-proof or require so much exposure that no one would commit to it, so perhaps there is a limit on the plasticity of taste/engagement but it's a temporal one rather than anything to do with persona/outlook/ethics.
actually the battle between the social/philosophical stance taken with regard to music and its meanings against the brain's capacity to transmute everything into a source of pleasure is probably worth thinking about... the way some element of the self has to battle to carve out an identity in music against the omnivorous plasticity of the brain, canalizing and damming in order to create/maintain a satisfyingly coherent self (ego-in-music) over time.
Why do tastes change, why do things grow on you?
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