In any art form, people have preferences and favourites, as is only to be expected.
But sometimes it happens that a whole genre - or a particular practitioner - doesn't strike a chord, is totally incomprehensible and leaves you cold - and yet others think that it, he or she is marvelous.
Assuming that these others are not merely intellectual snobs or fashionable poseurs, one starts to wonder why. It becomes an "Am I missing something?" moment... and what if that which one is missing is a revelation, leading to a widening of artistic horizons, appreciation and enjoyment? The thought starts to nag...
This happened to me with Bird - Charlie Parker, one of tragic geniuses of jazz... and to many, the daddy of them all...
It happened a...