In my case, it's not rebelling against my parents' views but reflecting them: I remember my Dad once saying that for him, listening to barbershop was like watching a dog attacking a rabbit - he found himself intrigued and fascinated but also repelled by it.
Maybe that was a bit harsh, but I know what he meant.

For the record, my Dad's taste in music were very varied - he liked Bach, Handel, the Clancy Brothers, Paul Robeson, and Kathleen Ferrier, among others, but couldn't respond to barbershop. Or, for that matter, to Bob Dylan, the only singer whose music was banned from my parents' living room (so I got to take the record player up to my room to play Dylan LPs).


Marje