Music is somewhat like water. No, you don’t need it to survive (some fanatics might disagree), but it can be found in whatever form you need it to be. Hate life? Got heartbroken? Love weekends? It’s your birthday? Got a new crush? Regardless of how you’re feeling, there’s a song out there that reflects your feelings perfectly. It’s almost like magic.
Without further ado, here’s a list of music fans that you have a good chance of running into. The particulars
These people may not go completely berserk, but they are pretty loyal. It may be a certain genre, a certain band, or even a certain artist, but they love listening to their favourite, barely ever shifting their choice. They don’t necessarily hate other genres or people who like other genres. They might even give them a listen or two, but they know what their true jam is. Others may be good, but they prefer the greatness that is their favourite.
The fanatics These people don’t know how to love without being completely obsessed. They are the reason why artists need buffed up bodyguards. They camp outside concert venues for days. These people would spend thousands of dollars for a signed poster, or even a used up tissue paper. They follow their idols religiously. What they eat, what they wear, which brand of undergarments they wear - the fanatics know it all. The dumpees
These people love any song that they could listen to while they look out the window and reminisce about their loved ones who somehow slipped through their fingers. For all the five stages of grief, they have perfect songs to echo how they feel. There are songs like Thinking of You for when they just cannot imagine their life without their beloved. Then there’s So What for the time they decide they are better off, only to later cry as they listen to Taylor Swift songs the next week. The old schools These people live for the classics. The new-age techno nonsense seems like a complete waste of time to them. Folks like The Beetles, Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, Bon Jovi, John Lennon, and many others, gave them the chills, whereas the new pop culture make their eyes roll. They feel like the standards of what used to be called music have dropped drastically low. The party animals Now we all listen to “dhisting dhisting” songs and imagine ourselves entering the hottest party of the year, looking like the most fabulous person in the world. If you deny doing this, you’re a pathological liar and you need help. We all have a little party animal inside us but there are some people who think that music without dancing is like HIMYM without Barney Stinson. As soon as the DJ hits it, they get down on the dance floor with their oh-so-groovy moves. The lyricomaniacs
Have you ever heard a song and fallen in love with the lyrics? The song doesn’t have to be of a particular genre, for lyricomaniacs to drool over it. The words speak to them like they were written just for them. They find solace in knowing that they’re not the only one. Yes, Rebecca Black loves Fridays just as much as you do.
The intermixtures “What kind of music are you into?” “The good kind.” Rock, Alter, Metal, Country - the genre doesn’t matter if the song is great. These people could be listening to One Direction songs one day and then could be found grooving to Bring me The Horizon songs, the next, or maybe I’m exaggerating. The intermixtures do not hold themselves back and are not afraid of treading through uncharted waters when it comes to music. The mainstreams
If it’s on the top 50 list, they’ve got to hear it. Word of mouth is very crucial for their taste in music. If Adele comes out with the new “it” song, it has to be their ringtone and if anyone asks “what song is that?” The mainstreams give them the do-you-live-under-a-rock look. They’re not necessarily faking their love for the song, but their affection is influenced, quite a lot, by what the popular crowd says. The plastics *sees the cute guy wearing a Guns N’ Roses tee* *goes up to him and pretends to love the band* *fails miserably*
Stop. You’re not a metal head - you know it, your mother knows it, your bua knows it. They’ve all seen you dance to Hanna Montana songs. Pretending to love the genre is never, ever going to get you that guy. The plastics not only pretend to love something they know nothing about, they won’t stop themselves from hating on an artist or band, they’ve never even heard of, because it’s “cool.” Just stop. Really, stop.