Ahh, college (university)! When romance and sex became real, and where I had my first clinically diagnosed depression (brought on by loss of socialization as I left my high school friends behind and lack of sleep from the noisy dorms, in which the rest of the students were discovering alcohol). Once I settled in, the major social axes for me were the Historical Simulation Society (strategy gaming club, where the hot new thing was this little game called Dungeons and Dragons) and the Society for Creative Anachronism.
The latter introduced me to British folk/rockers Steeleye Span. I quickly obtained most of their extant albums. At one Yule Revel, the Princess of Atlantia requested a carol, and everyone in the shire who could carry a tune was rounded up to sing this:
I was also into the art-rock group Renaissance at this point (Carpet of the Sun, live) and the Moody Blues (Nights in White Satin, live) — the latter actually old stuff by this time, but I loved them.
A young rocker named Bruce Springsteen had started to burn up the airwaves on radio at this point, but I loyally agreed with my Styx-loving housemate who called him "The Employee" (vs. "the Boss"). Fifteen years later, Springsteen would become one of my favorite artists.