I didn't really hear any other music other than what my dad was working on until I was 12. My recollection of hearing other music was that I liked some things that I heard but I always thought 'Where's the rest of it?' It didn't have the same amount of detail or instrumentation or imagination in the arrangements.
The fact is that love is of two kinds one which commands and one which obeys. The two are quite distinct and the passion to which the one gives rise is not the passion of the other.
