Many years ago, when I had roommates, I was kidded about something and it did not offend me at all, simply because there was a kernel of truth. I laughed.
"Oh, Simon and his big Russian music."
This humorous roommate of mine was a musician, and a very fine one at that. I have a couple of his albums.
My musical tastes are somewhat broad, but when one plays jazz music nice and loud, "Oh, Simon and his jazz music" just doesn't sound funny.