When I was of an age to begin to make those decisions there was no transition, just CDs and not CDs. So I was weird and sought out people who were also weird. So I hung out with hippies and began to work with bands. Though I have tried several paths out of that, going so far as to get a PhD and teach at a university or two, I always came back to my first love, which is live shows. Which I still do. And the people I work with give me no more crap about my taste in clothing than they give anyone else about anything else. It pays well, its union work, so I get good health care, and I can do it or not as I see fit, so I don't have to do some 9-5, I can work a whole lot all at once and then take a week off, or a month here or there. That however is after 30 years work in the industry, so its not like I'm some overnight wonderkid or something.
Not only do they seem to not care, but they forget after 5 minutes.
That happens a lot in my work too but I think it's that 'short term/long term memory loss' deal that comes with the wacky weed they all smoke.