It occurs to me that any shared experience might be a bit less shared than it seems, because we're doing different things with the input.
I am a words guy. With passing and light things like music and other fictions, I don't mind being a bit less infatuated with the underlying meaning in order to have a little tryst with the words themselves. It's why I have a hard time reading non-fiction, I think. In non-fiction the writing is there as a little servant to the subject, and that's all backwards as far as I am concerned. The word must be lord and master.
Music is a different challenge. You have the words, the meaning, the story, and the actual music. I don't mind admitting that some of my favorites would be scoffed at by the music "purists" club, or whatever they call themselves. And you just know they have something that they call themselves. It's not a very good club, otherwise. I realize that the word "club," as such, is a mighty aptly named thing - who wants (to be in) a club that you can't beat someone with?
So people rummage through youtube by searching first for Rolling Stones, and then chasing links in order to stumble upon some obscure wonder that they have never heard of, but they can post and pretend to have been enjoying for years. Or at least since before you ever heard of them, that's the important part.
Some time ago, a friend and I were settled somewhat uncomfortably in a lounge in Vegas, wondering at all the kitsch and recreational flim-flam, and having a discussion with our lovely others about music. They've known us a long time. "You're a couple of pleasant enough fellows," they said. "You live well and have families, and don't go all dark on us like some emo cry babies. So why do you seem to like so much depressing music?"
Easy. It's not depressing. It's the words. The music is plenty good, too, and I don't have a need to be sad, feel sad, or crave sadness in order to enjoy a well-played song with expertly written lyrics. A song about suicide can be a perfectly uplifting thing, when it has lines like this one:
Angels lay their odds on you,
Know not quite what they should do,
Only that they can't quite tear themselves from the view.