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This has happened to me a few times. I think the first was Madonna. Eventually, I just kinda said "fuckit" because the woman had been a constant pop culture fixture since around the time I was born. I'm bound to enjoy some of that in adulthood, right? Also, the Police. I really disliked them until I was in my late 20's, and then every song brought back a memory so specific I couldn't not like them. This happened with Phish as well.
And countless 80s pop ballads. And a fair amount of Fleeteood Mac. It just has to do with the fondness of the associated memories. If they were shit, I doubt I would have ever changed my mind. Not that I ever really hated any of these performers, but I didn't understand why they were considered special by anyone until I was older, and the music started reminding me of people who are no longer alive, times that sucked but in retrospect seem OK, and having no CD player in my car for a while, forcing me to listen to the radio (before the days of thousand station satellite programs, hardwired into every new car... For a limited time).
I should be at work. Hah.
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