My mum didn't love classical music, Barsel. (She did little more than tolerate it). It was my dad who was fanatic about it.
However my mother was the Hyacinth Bucket of our estate, who always tried to be 'posh'. (She'd been 'in service' for a Harley Street doctor; everything in our house had to be done "as they did it in the big house").
Listening to classical music was, in her opinion, definitely 'posh', whereas listening to rock and roll was strictly only for 'common' people, whom she totally despised. (That was despite the fact that she'd been born in England's poorest borough, Limehouse, and that we lived on a council estate. As far as she was concerned, our family was very far from 'common').