Confession: I only like Norah Jones because so many others told me to

Seems like the OP, despite the title of this thread, cannot actually like Norah Jones. They can profess to like her, but no one can actually like someone because they are coerced to by the audiophile press, or other audiophiles.

To me, while I admit she is talented, she is way to ’safe’, mainstream, and traditional. While so many more talented jazz musicians, who are adding something new to the jazz art form, live in obscurity.

Seems like the OP, despite the title of this thread, cannot actually like Norah Jones. They can profess to like her, but no one can actually like someone because they are coerced to by the audiophile press, or other audiophiles.

You caught me on account of that's exactly what I stated in the OP.

@noromance great call on that Rhiannon Giddens album  

@simao 

I hope it didn't haunt her. Some remorse would have been nice, 

After all, you met her and she became World famous

Like Erik, I have to confess that there are (without getting specific) certain artists/genres that don’t check enough boxes to trip my (musical) trigger. I rate these according to the number of plays I am willing to endure. ’

A rating of "2.7" would work something like this: the first cut introduces you to artist/genre. You listen intently to capture the uniqueness, personality, cadence, subtleties or just plain brilliance of the performance. When the second cut begins, you anxiously anticipate a variation, hoping to capture more of the depth and scope of the artist/genre. The third cut morphs cuts one and two into something resembling both one and two with a "hint" that their could be something redeeming if you just stay at it a while longer. By the cut 3 halfway mark, your swaying side by side from one cheek bone to the other hoping someone else will request another artist/genre. At the ".7" mark you’re looking for an object (like a throw pillow) to toss at the turntable to forcefully eject the stylus from the groove. Or, in the case of streaming, you find yourself positioned with your feet propped up against the rear of the cabinet using both hands to yank out the ethernet cable.

Then, each year, you play a single cut from the artist/genre to remind yourself that you do, in fact, have a wide range of musical interests, and something in common with others.