I love some pretty shitty music, full of archaic sexual innuendo, played to a very predictable repetitive musical structure, but I love it anyway. That’s the Blues I’m talking about. My Swing Era parents thought Jimi Hendrix was horrendous. I personally was appalled by AC/DC at first. I cannot deny the craft and skill that some rappers demonstrate, but as an art form of music, no thanks. I like my sexual references kept innuendo, and violence against women implied, not glorified. I also prefer people to play, not sample. Call me old fashioned.
Ray Charles…one of our greatest national treasures, but a whole generation or two adores this music, as I did his. But I do associate its rise in popularity with a certain decline in civility, engagement in intelligent discourse, obsession with celebrity, and worship of materialism. So there’s that.