This is a tricky one. My parents weren’t great music fans and we didn’t get a record player until I was twelve or so. The music I grew up with was thus mainly whatever got on to Pick of the Pops; fortunately this was during the golden age of pop, with the Beatles, Who, Stones, Kinks etc putting out great music seemingly non—stop. Then I discovered Dylan, Hendrix, the Doors and other US groups.
Next was a white man blues phase, starting with a John Mayall compilation, leading to an obsession with Peter Green’s Fleetwood Mac.
After a very brief prog-rock phase (one King Crimson and one Jethro Tull album are all that remain from this era), I read Richard Williams’ series of articles in Melody Maker on the Velvet Underground, and via them, discovered Bowie, The Stooges and Lenny Kate’s ‘Nuggets’ double album. I was an early adopter of punk, and post-punk seemed to be a return to the glory days of non-stop wonderful singles and albums.
By contrast I arrived late to classical and jazz music, but the former now makes up most of my music collection.
Why do I like what I like? Search me, guv. I can no more explain that than I can explain why I find some comedians funny and others less so.