I could put on an Aerosmith record before I knew how to leave and my Disney VHS tapes in the VCR, of course then my older cousin brought over her Master of Puppets album and I fell in love with thrash. As she still likes to remind me, “I turned you into a metal head before you were out of diapers”. I still love the classics too BTW.
I guess I’m just stuck in the 90’s mindset of trying to find compromise. I know that idea was on the decline then, but I still, maybe foolishly, hold on to it.