Bang on Mikey.
My bessie mate Dave (sat next to him in Geography and Maths, been his Best Man twice etc) was one of the punks at school and has lived his life by his music to a standard that most Soulies would be envious of.
His house is full of cork boards filled with concert stubs of dim n distant Clash, SLF, Crass, PIL shows, his music room stuffed full of singles and albums and related literature - him and the missus scan MOJO/ The WORD (RIP) or whatever publication weekly for acts new and old they want to be thrilled by for the first time or once again. He has a fantastic knowledge of music from the mid fifties to now (He's the difference on Quiz Night, know what I mean pop pickers? ), still exchanges cd's with his punk/muso mates weekly -each of them trying to better the others for quality/rarity and interest.
Him and the lads have a Xmas date every year (that I am allowed only to stand in on as I am deemed not musically round enough ), whereby they each pick their Top Three of the Year - then rip each other/congratulate each other's choices ('til the wee small hours).
We all love musical passion - it's just (to agree with Mikey) that sometimes Soulies think they wrote the book on it - when some of Us haven't got past the Preface.