The year was probably 2000. I was in the college weight room on a Friday night. Not many folks were in there pumping iron, so it was a leisurely workout for those who were present. Among those present was a gent I'll call Jon (yes, I actually forget what his name was). Jon was a bulked-up, fit, iron man who lifted weights like it was his job. However, having known his personality from the few classes I was in with him, I knew him as a sensitive, thoughtful and approachable guy, despite his macho looks.
In the weight room, there is a CD player that was connected to the room's speakers. If you arrived at the weight room early enough, you could be the lucky person who plays your CD for all to hear. As I began my workout, I began to actually listen to the music that was currently being played over the speakers. Thundering percussion, triumphant brass: very epic sounding. And orchestral. And very odd for this room, which only seemed to have strident punk and metal music playing most of the time.
I stopped my workout for a moment, and met eyes with Jon. "Hey," I called out over the sound of the battery, pointing to the CD player. "What is this? Is this yours?"
"Yeah, man!" He smiled. "This is the soundtrack to the movie 'Gladiator'."
It was my turn to smile. "Oh?"
"Yeah, I always workout to it. It's get me PUMPED!" And as I listened more to it, I had to agree. It was chock-ful of fanfares, loud rhythmic percussion, and tunes that sounded like they accompanied a massive fight scene.
Conclusion: I would've NEVER thought that this heavy weight Adonis would ever have chosen the soundtrack to "Gladiator" to accompany his workout routine. Since then, I have challenged myself to never assume anything about people's preferences of musical styles. I urge all of you to do the same: you'd be surprised! I know I was.