First artist or piece of music you distinctly remember not liking

When I was 10 I disinctly remember hearing "Song to the Siren" by This Mortal Coil and utterly DESPISING it. Of course, I adore it now. Does that count?

i thought 'sex dwarf' was scary around age 3 and hated 'you can call me al'when it was on the radio.

we always used to yell at my mum to stop singing when she practised her opera skillz in the kitchen... (what little shits we were!)

i first dislike in music was at around 10. my pops would blare greatful dead bootlegs around the house. i could not get into the endless jam sessions at that age, let alone the crappy lyrics. i was way into new edition at the time.

Boyz II Men. So I was 8 or so.

"Hotel California"

Val Doonican and "Some Girls Do" by Racey. I was about 11.

A good question. There are really two stages in acquiring the 'critical' brain, though. Firstly hearing something you don't like, but that's often a matter of ignorance not taste ("Since when did that ever stop a critic?" you sigh). But more important is when your first hear something that you know is like the music that you do like, but that you think is lame, i.e. the first time your judgement is based on lameness not unfamiliarity.

Some wierd new age rubbish I remember my mother playing in the car. I recall thinking, 'why has this gone on for so long?'.

queen. a life long hatred that matures deeply as i grow older...

Probably something else, but since seeing her new clip in which she looks like a freakatoid Barbie, I have to say Kylie Minogue's "I should be so lucky". That GOD i never heard the extended version. "I should be so lucky I should be so lucky I should be so lucky I should be so lucky I should be so lucky I should be so lucky I should be so lucky I should be so lucky ..."

Thank god. Of course. And thank my parents, cousin, and you and you and YOU over there. Yes, YOU, don't be so humble. Stand up. I want to thank you, SAW for not inflicting that pain on me.

hello is it me you looking for and i wonder where you are and i wonder what you do--oo--oo are you somewhere feeling lonely or is someone loving you?

but the video for that is AMAZING!

yeah, but on the radio it became desperate.

Aaron Neville, dude. My mom loves him. He sucks.

pearl jam, age eight or nine. they looked and sounded greasy. and were taking up valuable kris kross time on muchmusic.

Heed yr mother - Aaron Neville does not suck. Even w/ Linda Ronstadt.

I seem to recall having it in for Styx more than any other band when I was a kid. Listening to classic rock radio was like walking through a minefield for me: "Hey Joe" (whew), "Whole Lotta Love" (okay), "Come Sail Away" (KABLAM OH MY GOD THE PAIN WHERE DID MY LEGS GO)

valuable kris kross time on muchmusic.

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--When I was 10 I disinctly remember hearing "Song to the Siren" by This Mortal Coil and utterly DESPISING it. Of course, I adore it now. Does that count?--

It doesn't count, because if you like This Mortal Coil of Shit, you obviously never developed any critical skills!!! ;-)

Jody Beth demonstrates her insanity and is not to be trusted. ;-)

--A good question. There are really two stages in acquiring the 'critical' brain, though. Firstly hearing something you don't like, but that's often a matter of ignorance not taste ("Since when did that ever stop a critic?" you sigh). But more important is when your first hear something that you know is like the music that you do like, but that you think is lame, i.e. the first time your judgement is based on lameness not unfamiliarity.--

The two questions I posited are indeed two different questions -- but there comes a time in every kid's life when he stops passively accepting whatever's on and starts consciously thinking that he likes certain songs on the radio less than other songs, or that gosh, I wish this Phil Collins song would end because it doesn't do a thing for me. It's a necessary milemarker on the road to becoming a full-fledged adult human being with a free will... of course, some people at the age of 40 are still as doped up and passive as those little toddler Raffi dipshits at the mall. And some people just hate EVERYTHING without ever developing the critical skills to articulate why (it's important to have this skill, because it invites self-examination and perhaps a reappraisal of the thing that "sucks donkey dick" to you).

Artists I remember not liking back in elementary school: Hall and Oates, Christopher Cross, Phil Collins, Kenny Rogers (and most of the early '80s pop-country fare). I think I despised Steely Dan, too... even though I love 'em now.

Actually, the critic in me would come out by age 8 or 9, when I started devouring the rock books my dad would bring home from the Strand. I had a coffee-table book about the history of American Bandstand, and I started thinking of different decades in music as entities worthy of study... stuff like that.

But my taste in music didn't get GOOD until seventh grade.

--I seem to recall having it in for Styx more than any other band when I was a kid. Listening to classic rock radio was like walking through a minefield for me: "Hey Joe" (whew), "Whole Lotta Love" (okay), "Come Sail Away" (KABLAM OH MY GOD THE PAIN WHERE DID MY LEGS GO)--

Styx are endlessly fascinating to me. Did you see their Behind the Music? Dennis De Young quits the band because of his "light sensitivity" and starts writing songs for Liza Minelli. Tommy Shaw complains that he's not rocking enough playing De Young's little pansy-ass showtunes and joins Damn Yankees. Brilliant.

Light sensitivity?!

"Time in a Bottle" by Jim Croce. Brrrr. Ick.

I wouldn't count this as terribly rockcritical, but when I was three or four Stevie Wonder's "Isn't She Lovely" scared the living shit out of me--made me CRY in fact--I think as a result of that harmonica wailing (as in sounding like human cries) and the use of his newborn's laughter/gurgling etc. Have no idea why, really, but that's some kinda answer....

"Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head" by BJ Thomas

I don't know why, but I have hated that song ever since I was a little, little kid.

Sade. Which is worrying as I must have been wellinto my teens by then.

libre: you left out the rest of the lyrics "lucky, lucky lucky, lucky in love"