My musical taste is eclectic and often a product of a specific context. I spent my teenage years in Saskatoon and I attribute my penchant for New Country to that. I was also a fan of a short-lived show called "RollerGames" (although I misremember the name as "Rock 'n' Roller Derby" - Wiki tells me that the show was originally marketed as "Rock and Rollergames") which always had a half-time show. These half-time shows introduced me to Warrant, Exposé, and Lita Ford (the Ford video is actual "RollerGames" footage :) ). Without a word of a lie, these three acts comprised my entire concept of "rock music" until I started university.
Recognizing huge gaps in my audio experience, I often turn to Steven and other online friends for my musical education. Just as often, I explore new audiophile frontiers around Vancouver which, in recent years especially, has begun fostering a sound and vibe of its own. New Folk, indie sounds, classic rock with a twist... Vancouver is the only city I can think of where one wouldn't bat an eye to a band breaking out a punk accordion, heavy metal banjo, or electronica Nina Simone covers. Again, correct me if I'm wrong: my backyard is what I know best.
But beyond my envy of talented musicians (just watched Scorcese's The Last Waltz beginning-to-end the other night and the multi-instrument abilities of all the members of The Band are especially stunning in perspective of today's overproduced Top 40 darlings) my most visceral love is for male vocals and harmonies. Part of this is probably due to childhood exposure. My father's pretty much tone deaf but boy does he ever THINK he can sing. Meanwhile, Mom never claimed to be able to sing but she likes music and when she first immigrated to North America, movie musicals were extremely popular. Thus, with me being their first born and neither one of them confident in their English fluency, my parents plopped me in front of our first television set and restricted my viewing to Sesame Street, various sitcoms, CBC's The National, and a LOT of classic musicals where every leading man proved his worth to his lady love through large ensemble numbers or intimate solos (and the occasional sword fight). They might not have been swoon-worthy, Hollywood pretty boys all the time but these men could SING. Gene Kelly STILL ranks in my top ten of dreamiest hotties.