Klezmer acid ska. Or maybe Gregorian salsa bop.
Something bleeding-edge. Or at least, bleeding.
Conjunto doo-wop standards.
- the cranky old fart who thinks anything recorded after 1963 is "drug music" listened to by the whippersnappers.
- the self-described Creative Class "high bohemian" who thinks that anything that becomes popular is bad (even if he used to listen to it) because it's become commercialized.
- the 1970's/early 80's discotechno/retro throwback who gets in trouble with his wife for running up the credit card bill on commemorative Time-Life CD sets he bought from Toni Basil off the 3AM infomercial circuit.
Of course I could be wrong and he could clear it all up by revealing his musical tastes, but methinks he's too embarassed.