Another true story. This one rather dumb and pointless, but it shows how even totally common knowledge can go unknown if a person just by chance is never introduced to it.
I was drinking with some friends around 2002 at a pub on a crowded friday night when a peculiar song came on the jukebox. At first I simply noticed that it was an oddly mellow and distant tune. As the minutes passed, however, the song slowly built and became more complex, and for a moment I wondered who this was. It continued building and blended into something faster and more energetic, and somehow just continued building cleanly and smoothly from its humble beginnings as a half-hearted ballad to a pounding barrage of intricate and professional guitar and drum workings.
I had to get to the jukebox. I turned to my buddy Peter. “Let me out!” I shouted over the music and crowd. “I gotta find out who plays this song!”
“This song?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I said. “This song kicks ass.”
“This is Free Bird, Dude!”
“Free Bird?” I shouted back. “Who are they? Do they have anything else I’d recognize?”
“No, Free Bird is the song.” He looked at me with a scowl, as though I were a fool for not knowing this.
“I’m not up on new music these days,” I said. “I’ve pretty much only been listening to classic rock stations for the past few years. So do you know who did this? Are they new?”
“This is Lynard Skynard!”
“Lynard Skynard? The Sweet Home Alabama guys?”
“Yeah, of course.”
“They’re making new music?”
“This is a classic Dude! What the hell are you talking about?”
“If this is a classic, how come they don’t play it on the classic rock stations?”
“It’s one of the most overplayed songs in history!”
I shook my head. He was just messin with me. “Come on–Seriously, man. Our society could never agree that much with my taste in music.”