I was standing in a Daquiri Bar on Airline a few Fridays ago and heard a song playing over the radio. I had remembered hearing the song before and recognized that I had enjoyed it the first time. So I inconspicuously remarked to my friend whether or not she new the mysterious musicians behind the music. She enlightened me to her best guess which was My Chemical Romance. It sounded genuine enough to me. As I drove home, I stopped off at Best Buy, craving my need for immediate gratification. I purchased the most recent album by My Chemical Romance and proceeded to take thirty minutes failing miserably to remove the band of tape that keeps the consumer from enjoying his latest financial adventure. (I'm building tension...and probably frustration) I listened to the music and it was pure crap. It sounded loud and obnoxious. Then I listened to it again on the way to school the next morning. Slightly less crappy. After about five sittings, I had the songs stuck in my head. I was noticing the subtle melodies that were shoved away beneath a pile of metal chords. This story brings me to a point.
Should I be happy that after the repeated exposure to a certain music one's feeling could transfer from those of aggreability to unbearable?
Or, Should I be sad that after the repeated exposure to a certain music it becomes redundancy and conformity?
I think the latter is a little dramatic, but the questions are legit. I am faithful to some of the behaviorists that claim the significance classical and operant conditioning. I do not like the proposal of my taste in music though is so simplex as the result of conditioning. However, recently trying to be more of a optimist, I will go on the record as saying that our musical tastes are far more complex than classical or operant conditioning.
