Having grown up with several older brothers I was esposed to the whole spectrum of pop and rock. From The Beach Boys, Tom Jones, and The Beatles all the way to Steppenwolf and Santana and everything in between, including Emerson, Lake and Palmer, King Crimson, YES and Genesis.
I still remember the first time I saw the video of Bohemian Rhapsody. I remember thinking this is mine. While kids my age were listening to Styx, Kiss and Foghat, I was listening to prog, Steely Dan, Jean Luc-Ponty, and The Talking Heads. And still do.
Back when it was happening, it was more or less all good. You either liked something or not. It took a while and a thing called punk to begin to see it all much more closely. Some of the arguments held up and some were just the typical snobbish elitism, introducing us to the age of micro-managing genres. After that, there was always that burning in the back of one’s head that wondered, is this cool or not? Weird when examined, but quite typical of human nature. Hence we all have a special place for what is commonly referred to as ‘guilty pleasures’.