What gives, music non-appreciaters?

Q107, my personal classic rock station of choice, played Wish You Were Here in its entirety today. Needless to say I was pretty psyched because a good shift soundtrack makes all the difference.
However, some Ottawa random staying at the hostel I work at decided the most opportune times to bother, and drag me away from the desk (where the stereo is), were during "Wish You Were Here" and "Shine on You Crazy Diamond". I know. I know. You don't have to tell me. I too was quite shocked by his suggestion that I do anything besides enjoy the tunes. I mean, was he being serious with me right then? Seriously serious? For real? Who does that? Foolish Ottawanian.
Fortunately for my mood, after the Senator left (and Q107 moved onto their regularly scheduled programming), I found a copy of Abbey Road in a stack of burned CD's, so I threw that on for a good, long spin before a co-worker switched it up...and I've got to say, mildly pissed me off once more. Now somewhere in my head I know she has as much right to music selection as I do behind the desk that we share, but...why fuck with such a good thing? I still can't get my head around it. She has good taste in music. I know she does. We've talked and she knows what's what. If I was listening to some band that was an acquired taste I could understand but... it was The Beatles. Who doesn't love them? Especially Abbey Road? Besides fools I mean? Like the dude from Ottawa? Who probably would have kicked me in the eardrums if he'd been around when I was all pleased and thrilled to the tips of my fingers and "Oh! Darling"-ing it up?
Dang it's just so good! From the eerie, sliding shooooooooop of "Come Together" to the trippy swirl of "I Want You" to the cartoonish, anthemic quality of "Octopus's Garden". Never heard of a little ditty called "Here Comes The Sun"? And I'd like to sit down and really talk with anyone who doesn't think they could fly or burst or commit some extreme act of physical physicality when listening to the trumpets on "Carry That Weight". Feck now!Let's give our heads a shake.

Back in Black

I had the username and password for this site written down in the front cover of my 2005 planner.
I recently lost my 2005 planner and have been unable to access this account since then.
Before "recently" I was on dial-up, so there's that excuse.
Moments ago however, I found out about the "get-all-your-secret-jazz-e-mailed-to-you-if-you-forget-it" business and did just that.
So now I am back...even if it's really in a blue t-shirt and psychedelic flannel pants instead of black.