Oblivious

Sunday I saw Wilco at the Alabama Theater. I am in love with Wilco. Great music, great stage presence and two grammy's to prove it. I do not find it at all strange that though they have been around for about 10 years give or take, I only just heard of them a couple of months ago. I am usually oblivious to the best music. That is, until a friend comes along and says "hey idiot why the hell aren't you listening to this?" By all accounts, I should be a music nazi. My mom says I sang before I could talk. I played the flute for 7 years in school. The piano for 2 years. I even went to community college on a voice scholarship for about a year. I should be searching through stacks of rare demo's on 7 in. vinyl released by bands that no one in Birmingham but the music nazis have ever heard of as I type. Alas, I do not. I'm not sure why I take music for granted. My worst hell on earth would be to go deaf. (Outside of anything happening to Angelbaby.) I do listen to the radio. But generally speaking, a band has to be out for about 5 to 10 years before I deem them worthy to purchace a CD. Anyway, Wilco and I are together now, and that's all that matters.