You Might Be a True Music Fan If........

Most people say they love music. But then they tell you they watch The Voice. If you're one of those people, this post may not be for you.

I'm not trying to hate on the mainstream. Not at all. I've been one to indulge in the occasional admiration of Taylor Swift and even liked Milli Vanilli once upon a time. I definitely grew up liking popular music because I was a big radio listener. (I think radio is very different now, but that is a whole other discussion.)

But I think there's a certain kind of people, either you are one or you know one, for whom music really means something else. It's a feeling. A belief system. An art. A culture. It's a lifestyle. A way of thinking. You see something happen right in front of you and it either becomes a song or recalls one in your head. You think in lyrics and listen in melody. You have tastes all over the map. You never say phrases like "I love all kinds of music, except......"

This post is for you, people. Check off the ones that apply to you and keep moving over the ones that don't. Just know that you've found your people here.

You might be a true music fan if:

You're an adult home owner/renter who still has rock posters/flyers
at least somewhere in your domicile.

You're still upset about that whole Duran Duran/Arcadia deal.

You remember when Ice-T not only didn't play cops on TV,
he didn't even LIKE them.

You still have cassettes and records......
even if you don't have a device on which to play them.

Your wardrobe consists largely of band t-shirts, mostly local.

You have definitive opinions on Van Halen/Van Hagar.

You know that Lionel Richie had a bit of a foray into country.

You remember when Cyndi Lauper had something to do
with pro wrestling.

Sam Dunn is a personal hero of yours.

You still miss Casey Kasem and are still
waiting to hear your "long distance dedication".

You are familiar with the phrases "Philadelphia soul" or
"the Philadelphia sound".

Most of the newish music that you like is either local or a
mainstream group that only your coolest of friends like too.

You still see Michael Stipe as his 80's self in your head.

You take a day off for a concert or may
even follow a band on tour for vacation.

You got excited when you saw Steve Harris do this live.
And you know what "the gallop" means.

You feel at home among graffiti and stickers.
The more the better.

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