By Katie Weitkamp/The Studio editor

I’ll admit I’m what you might call a “music snob.” If I don’t like some kind of music, I don’t want to listen to it and have a problem not making fun of it. If you want me to listen to some new band and Morrissey wasn’t one of their biggest influences, you’ll practically have to tie me down make me to listen. With the exception of The Monkees, I’ve never liked boy bands. Back in the day when New Kids on The Block ruled, The Beatles and The Beach Boys dominated my tape deck.

But now, I’m willing to confess my musical tastes are changing. I am even considering buying Justin Timberlake’s album — not N’Sync, mind you.

I’ve known Snoop Dogg was a genius for a while, but it wasn’t until a friend of mine made a mix tape with one side of rap that I found that I actually liked it.

When I became arts and entertainment editor, I started getting press releases for bands I had never heard of. Sometimes I’d even listen to them, and to my surprise, I actually liked a couple of them. It used to be the closest to country music I would touch was The Lovin’ Spoonful. I still don’t like modern country, but I got this “Telluride Bluegrass Festival Reflections” CD and I’m starting to warm up to bluegrass.

I’ve recently been listening to the radio and watching MTV, I mean beyond “Doggie Fizzle Televizzle,” and I’ve noticed that, while there is an infinite amount of crap out there, there’s still some stuff that is actually really — really good.

For the record I have a rap mix tape in my car, The Fugees in my dorm CD player, bluegrass in my computer and Neil Young in the office rotation.

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