A question I can't resist. I could write pages about music Art liked and didn't.
Art's enjoyment of Doris Day and Steve Lawrence & Edye(sp) Gorme were things he kept hid, because he know they'd seem uncool to the hipness police. Of course, like most musicians, he loved Frank Sinatra.
He loved Roberta Flack ("The Ballad of the Sad Young Men"), Bill Withers (he listened over and over to "Hello, Like Before").
I carried a walkman around (with MY preferences) when we toured, and handed it Art on a plane, once, so he could listen to Barbra Streisand sing "Evergreen," and it made him teary. Once he was on a bill with Earth Wind & Fire. Art said he wished he could play with them, even as he cracked up over all the equipment their roadies shoved onto the stage.
He was once, years before I met him, invited to accompany the Beach Boys on tour, and was pissed when conditions of parole made it impossible. He always regretted it. He liked them.
He liked Van Morrison. A lot. I'd bought a tape of "Tupelo Honey" and left it in the car, and Art listened to it over and over.
He didn't like another favorite of mine, tho, James Taylor. When I asked him why, all he could say was that he thought he was boring.
He liked Paul Simon.
Once, standing in the wings of a show they were both on, Art congratulated Michael Brecker for his solo on on "Still Crazy."
Brecker pooh poohed it, saying he was doing his David Sanborn imitation.
After Brecker walked away, Art said, "Wow, what's the matter with that guy? I would have been proud to do that solo."
He rarely commented on musicians, though. Of course he loved Miles, but for him it was mostly singers. He always regretted that he couldn't sing.
I introduced him to Joni Mitchell's music and he liked her. He loved her vocalizing on "Woodstock." But I believe he offended her one night at Donte's in L.A. -- where she and a drummer she was hanging out with -- a friend of Art's; I can't remember his name (WAIT, John Guerin) -- came to see Art play. I wasn't there, but Art came home to tell me that he'd met Joni Mitchell and she was kind of snotty. I asked, "What did you say to her?"
He said, "I told her, ' my wife really likes your music.'"
"Why didn't you say YOU like her music?" He shrugged.
I said, "Of course she was snotty. You insulted her, you fool."