And at various points in our lives we can need different nourishment. A busy young person who likes to be surrounded by friends and who has strong but simple tastes will love the cheeseburger, often through his or her entire life. The cheeseburger comes to mean more than a ‘fast food’; it is the symbol of his youth, it is ‘plain and simple’, it’s permeated his memories, it’s a taste that ‘transcends the years’, etc.
Others enjoy the cheeseburger but in time find themselves craving something ‘more’. Some will go for vegetarian (see above), or will ‘balance’ themselves by having cheeseburgers some of the time, and steak other times. Most people I think fall into this category --they have fond memories of the music of their youth but also start to develop an interest in something that strikes them as deeper and richer. It might be instrumental music of any style; it might be Gregorian chant, it might be polyphony, classical, etc. It doesn’t make the cheeseburger less ‘worthy’. Sometimes there is nothing, nothing, so satisfying as a perfectly cooked burger on a fresh bun, oozing the perfect amount of cheese and with one’s favorite condiment/garnishes.
Sometimes people have had bad cheeseburgers (just as apparently people have had bad filet mignon --perhaps over or undercooked, or served in an atmosphere that was deeply distressing, or during events that were painful.) Sometimes it happens with cheeseburgers. Instead of being the warm comfort of many, for some they are memories of gallbladder attacks, of being starved and only subsisting on half-rotten cold slabs of greasy gristle and rubber cheese. Again, it’s the fault of the sandwich maker far more than the sandwich itself.
I think that’s what happens with a lot of people who say they ‘hate’ a genre. They have suffered the equivalent of food poisoning and the whole idea of that food is anathema to them.
When I say that I’m tired of certain songs, I don’t mean that the genre is bad, or that the songs even are bad in and of themselves; I’m suffering from a surfeit of cheeseburgers only, and poorly prepared ones at that. Give me a well-prepared burger and some ‘breaks’ for steak and/or a nice veggie casserole or salad, and even the songs that have begun to ‘grate’ on me I will probably, in a less jaundiced state of mind, find perfectly fine, especially when they’re sung with taste and feeling. I kind of hope people would feel the same about any music at Mass, no matter what their ‘favorite’ might be.