You probably “really like” music.  I mean, there was that one time when you drove like three hours to go see a concert on a Sunday night when you had work the next day.  Or like your friends just know that they can call you with some impromptu lyrics questions when they are listening to the local classic rock station.  But now that you are in your late twenties, you are starting to feel a premature foreboding of a mid-life malaise as you have spent the last ten years ignorant of “new music” because you thought it was all “garbage” compared to the kick-ass rock and roll you knew as a teenager.  Sounds a lot like your father huh?