That's exotic, if you don't mind me saying so.
Didn't think I'd say this, but I guess: God bless the rich kids, then.:)

Heh.
Let's not forget the stadium rock anthem Revolution 9.

And their drugs :)

I don't have friends, so I think that's a no?

Just kidding - I have two friends. One only listens to the Beatles, old white-people jazz, and cheesy '80s rap, and the other I guess has okay taste in older stuff but doesn't know a ton and is very into the Black Keys and Jack White. So still a no.

My mom hates music that's not classical or a female folk singer, and my dad has decent taste but doesn't listen to anything too out-there. My twin likes poppy "indie" stuff.

I have one friend that's big into some cool experimental stuff (powerelectronic, noise, grindcore to name a few) so he's good for recs there. Have friends that overlap in other ~non-experimental~ music tastes tho so it's all good. I rarely start convos on music anyways IRL. Most of my good friends likely have no idea what I listen to.

Same with me. I just stopped talking about music at some point, because you just seem like some snobbish hipster weirdo eventually and I don't like that.

I used to think it was my DUTY to turn my friends on to all the wonderful music I was discovering that they might not otherwise hear. Then I would be surprised and sometimes even a little hurt when they would just look at me like I'd had a brain aneurysm or just arrived from the planet Tralfamador. And I could not even win for losing. I'd finally find that friend who actually liked listening to the sound of someone banging on a can and screaming and I would proceed to alienate THEM with some Desi Arnaz or Carmen Miranda record. I was too eclectic for my own good!

I think it was at some point in my mid-30's when I just gave up and stopped trying to be a musical pied piper for my friends and family. Everyone I knew was listening to the Dave Matthews band (Yack!) and I was trying to turn them on to these grimy little Japanese garage bands I was digging. I just had to accept the fact that, musically, I was on my own.

I just play what I like now and damn the torpedoes and, funnily enough, now I get people asking me all the time - Hey what is that you're listening to?

It depends on how much time they spend with me. For example, my wife solely listened to a select subset of relatively tame metal genres when she met me, Goth Metal, Ambient, Melodic Death metal...

Now, her favorite groups are in the post-metal, experimental stuff, like Toby Driver and Maudlin of the Well, Kayo Dot.

She's even getting really into some Minimalist/Drone Musics, ala Theater of Eternal Music, and lately she's been expressing interest in listening to more spectral compositions. From Wolves in the Throne Room to Tristan Murail is a pretty good taste-expansion!

But no, I feel that most people, unless repeatedly exposed to things, will generally not become comfortable enough with them to enjoy them. If all you've ever heard is Country/Western, Blues Rock and Folk might be "out" enough to really get your weird senses tingling, and anything beyond that is just "noise."

It takes time for comfort to develop, allowing new exploration to be enjoyable. We're wee, sleekit, cowering, timorous beasties at heart.

A couple coworkers borrowed my MP3 player the other day to play in our back room, having forgotten both of theirs. They set it to play on Random. About 30 minutes later, they returned it saying something like, "Ummm, you can have this back; you're tastes are a bit, well, borderline insane?"

From their descriptions, I think it played some To Mera (Prog-metal), Ravi Shankar, and was starting in on Terry Riley's "In C". Poor, dubstep-listening kids, they had no idea what was in store for them...

The sad part is, none of that stuff is really out there...

I'd suggest being more weary of setting if you want to turn people on to experimental music. The back room at work is probably the last place on Earth suitable for experimental music. The best way to ease friends into weird music is to wait until they're high on something, in a comfortable setting, and go "Hey maaaaaaan, wanna hear something tripppppyyy?", that's when the gates to Valhalla really open and they're truly primed for the new Pharmakon album or Comus' First Utterance or Naked City's Torture Garden or whatever else you have up your nasty experimental sleeves. People generally don't let in weird **** unless their cultural walls have been torn down by something else first, like drugs, or a well made documentary on Netflix, or a well worded post on Music Banter, or a spiked drink....