One of my favorite radio stations is local WTMD - Towson State, MD - college radio. I grew up in the 1970’s listening to WUSF “The Underground Railroad” outta Tampa, FL, and KFAT 94.5 Gilroy, CA, then others like Bayern 3 München or whatever country uncle sam sent me to for many years. Sure, some of the sounds can be annoying, but I find some things are still satisfying, and with digital services I can buy what I want, mix and match, not have to buy the whole record although I do sometimes.
Local college radio station WTMD is great for sampling. I use ENCORE app a LOT to figure out what’s playing (if I can’t log on for the playlist).
At 66, I’ve collected nearly everything Stephen Wilson and Porcupine tree, God is an Astronaut (my son and I went to one of their shows in DC 3 years ago, SRO and my arthritic knees are still complaining but it was awesome), we saw Forever the Sickest Kids a few years earlier, All Time Low, and I also have Jazz going back to 1920s (oldest LP is from 1949). I probably own 20 King Crimson LP’s, a dozen Todd Rundgren, then most of Flash, Genesis, Humble Pie, dozens of Shelley Manne, Miles Davis and I rarely miss listening to Hot Jazz Saturday Night on WAMU FM or streaming, too.
My musical tastes are, one might say, a little eclectic.
I think this really depends on the spirit of the person. Some people are like that with books, too.
I got that way with television though years ago. In the words of my neighbor Herr Hermann Hegele (a one-time medic in WW1) regarding TV “das is Mist” (“mist” being local slang for the liquified human waste sprayed on farms).
But music, even 18th century performances of old dead white guys, never gets old, only we do.