I'm on the fence about seeing Wilco, although I'm bummed that I didn't get to last summer's minor league ballpark tour when they came to Keyspan Park (I think Yo La Tengo opened for them too).
I was talking to a friend yesterday about being over the need to have what we liked be accepted and enjoyed by close friends / relatives: we were talking mainly about attempts to slip an occasional "try this book / cd / whatever" to one of our parents or siblings into conversations or as holiday gifts. Sometimes it would work out if you'd find some common ground (my classic rock-loving dad liked the copy of The Black Keys' Attack and Release I gave him), but usually it ends in tears (my western-loving dad did not like Dead Man).
This brings up another good topic. Say some new person asks what you are into. But just at first sight you can gather that they aren't going to share many interests or they are like a friend of your parents or something. Do you find yourself toning down your tastes?
I find myself doing this a lot with relatives and co-workers. I also try to be somewhat polite about their own tastes, even if I don't agree with them. One of my friends has a giant Kurt Vonnegut tattoo, but we can still be pals and talk about other stuff. I mean, I might privately question every recommendation you make about books (hell, even general advice on how to live) from here on out, but we can still grab a beer.
It's funny when you forget that some people don't care about stuff in the same way that you do. For example, I saw Sherlock Holmes last week with my parents and one of my brothers. We all liked it, but on the car ride home I made the mistake of saying "Boy, they really didn't shy away from the homoeroticism in that movie!" I immediately wanted to kill myself. And the sad part is, I actually thought better of saying "homosocial" because I knew my parents and brother would have no idea what I was talking about. Which, in retrospect, makes me want to kill myself even more.