I do see your point.
And with the fact that they now listen to music with litty-bitty thinga-ma-jigs stuck in their ears all the time, I have no real idea of what they do listen to.
In my day, it was wide open...cranking those Bose 900's to one point below max, driven through a Kenwood Amp, with a Marantz Direct-Drive 6300 turntable, upon which turned a piece of vinyl plastic with little squiggly lines upon it which translated out to Iron Butterfly enthusiastically banging out In-a-gada-da-vida, baby!...damn sure meant I couldn't hide my taste in music.
In fact, people in the next county knew what my music was.
I like your humor!