Wow. Thanks to those of you who actually answered the question. Very classy, and I really enjoyed listening to your favorite songs!
I remember when I first started trying to learn about classical music. (My education did not afford me the experience.) I was a broke waitress at a fine dining joint in New Orleans. I was 17, had run away, and didn't have any friends. (Except a local homeless dude, but I started to notice he was forgetting to zip his fly every time we were alone together, so it didn't work out.) I digress. Anywho, one day I had a moment with the owner of the joint. He was a fashionable, rich, gay man, and pretty much French Quarter royalty. I found him fascinating. One day, as he handed me my paycheck, I shyly tried to make smalltalk, and was asking him what composers he liked, since he picked out the music that played in the restaurant. (Wait am I allowed to call it music? I dunno. So confusin'.) In the same pressured breath I said that I like Tchaikovsky. He looked at me with contemp, arched a roguish eyebrow, and laughed loudly. Everyone doing closing cleanup turned to watch as he pronounced "Oh my God WHY?? 'Cause your mom took you to The Nutcracker or something? That is so like amateur!" He looked around smartly, everyone else tittered, and I slunk off. I know that is not a real tear jerker for y'all, but at the time it was devastating to me.
Come to realize of course, that his father (the original owner) followed him around the restaurant like Stalin after Yakov, pretty much suffocating the kid with a cloud of disapproval. The young man was frequently drunk, obviously filled with self loathing and feelings of inferiority. Sound like anyone y'all might know? Hmmmmm???
SOOO... Thanks ya snarky ***. That brought out more than 2 hours of state mandated therapy ever could! Why oh why can't you be polite? And I mean really polite, not pretentious polite? The dude asked for a song! And I am totally calling it a song from here on out. God what a bunch of boring, smug, pompous Bachs.