ECLECTIC EYE (a minor rant on major musical issues....or viceversa)

Ever felt entangled in the web of your preferences when it comes to music? Or trapped as if wishing to get out of there and either discover something new or just rest your hearing until it gets too rested an hungry for sounds?
I think any true music lover has a spectaculously interesting relationship with music, especially when the range of genres liked aren't a few, but so many.... and when there's also the feeling of waiting and having expectations from music, things get even more complicated. A beautiful and complicated relationship then? Hmm... I have one, that's for sure. And lots of stories to tell about.
It's indeed a longlasting relationship, full of good and bad episodes, derailed directions, steady and loyal tastes as much as adventures of one night or one season .....but a relation which will be there until the sunset of my life. 
I pour my heart out in a moment of crisis, when I feel that many of the feats which characterized this relation seem to shake and I don't find myself in the same place as 2 years before, let's say. This particular moment gave me the occassion to look back on the history of crisis in this relationship and the mind machine registered these vivid episodes still: 

• Childhood: first frustrations I can remember of, were sometime before I went to kindergarden and what annoyed me most at the time was that I learned so easily all sorts of songs, but didn't know all the languages in which they were played, even if I pronounced words correctly and would correct people around me if they mistaken one... They were 80's pop rock songs, I recall of some 60's and 70's also (well, now I know they date from back then). That's gone now. Thank Lord of Foreign Languages! Long live the 80's (too late now, bah!......)!
• Beatles: probably around the age of 6-7....sad moments when I couldn't get hold of all of their songs. 
• Teenhood...one of the most ravishing and tragic period of them all. Bad moments went one after another: given it was the 90's clearly I had suffered from the trauma of European dance music wave, as much as the shame I confess here.....I liked Take That. No shame in admitting I played as much Ace of Base, as everyone of my age did. The good and saving part: Deep Purple, Judas Priest, Metallica and lots of other rock and metal bands, plus medieval and pre-classical music addictions. Lots of angry days that good music isn't made anymore. 
• Late teenhood: über-anger caused by music..or lack of it as I woudl call it back then: almost given up metal music in favour to classical. Über-happy: Lacrimosa and Therion saving my soul from falling into the trap of a closed mind and a metal radio show where I enriched my musical culture (a good school I'd say, and it would take  at leats 81372746547 pages to talk about all the bands and the music I learned about). Ah, and developing a taste to all sorts of ethnic music which impacts on me today still. 
• And now...the always ending ''now''. 

I know it's an blasphemous act of injustice to not mention all that music which stayed constant and near my heart but maybe that deserves another written page ...one day it shall be done. In that good and non-crisis sense, since late teens I can only count happy episodes which were too revolutionary to what I've known up until now in music and too dear to me as not to mention/name them .... what is happily coincidental is that these major bands which changed my way of being around music, metal music especially, came all from the land of (more than) a thousand lakes: Finland. In order of their apparition: Finntroll, Korpiklaani and two years back, Auringon Hauta. Everything else good which came along the way (i.e. lots of folk-metal bands), simply revolved around these marks.

Back to the current crisis... it's an era when and where I can get loads of informations on and about music, and indeed the discoveries were not a few in the last years...yet, I find most days an acute wish of more than I already know and can listen... Jethro Tull keeps me company, one of the best and the it's the kind which time, life events and any other music can never tear down from its special place... 
But being the most eclectic person I know, I had Shaman coming in my mind today, as well Judas Priest. After a good portion of silence. Maybe I'm not lost for metal after all...not totally. Hopefully this is not going to turn into a major relationship crisis and trips to some music counsellor...yet, for better and for worse, in sickness or in health, me and music are loyal companions, lovers, haters, best friends and spiritual partners. As it should  be.