On a broader level, if you’re a committed subscriber to the mainstream, you’ll get your musical ticket punched on a near daily basis via the dominant media- and financescapes all around you. If you’re an Italian-American, for example, you can take proud ownership of the rich body of Neapolitan songs rendered by Perry Como, Tony Bennett, and Mario Lanza as an activist in the feminist movement, you’ll be invited to sing loudly to anthems by No Doubt (“I’m Just a Girl,”) Katy Perry (“Roar”), Queen Latifah (“U.N.I.T.Y.”), and Aretha Franklin (“Respect”) as a junkie of urban “fitness culture,” you’ll be encouraged to embrace Mark Ronson featuring Bruno Mars’ “Uptown Funk,” Van Halen’s “Jump,” or Beyoncé’s “Get Me Bodied.” Whatever term you prefer (“subculture,” “community,” “neo-tribe,” “scene,” “world,” etc.) the intraculture to which you belong provides an invaluable service to your musical taste, and to your lifestyle-one you’d miss out on otherwise.
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