If you were to create a Venn diagram describing the musical tastes of me and my sister, there would be very, very little intersection. We agree on only a few bands/genres. Maybe you see the same thing with your siblings. Then there’s my dad. He LOVES country music. I would rather pluck out an eyeball with a rusty nail than listen to country. My mother, on the other hand, doesn’t seem to have much affinity for music at all.
How is it possible for people to grow up in the same household with the same exposure to music and yet develop different ideas about what’s good and bad and what’s pleasurable and merely noise? Is it nature or nurture?
Read the whole thing at The Huffington Post.