As usual, coming back to California has confronted me with situations that I'm not sure how to feel about. Already, while walking through my hometown Nob Hill, I heard The Decemberists playing on the in-store radio. Now, I like this band and consider them to be producers of good music that smart people should like. And while I generally enjoy hearing The Decemberists, doing so while walking through this particular place --- the grocery store where my mother would buy ingredients for casseroles, should she choose to make them --- has left me at a loss. Am I so old that the music I like has become supermarket fare? Or have I underestimated Hollister?
When I got back to my car, I listened to some Peaches to make myself feel better.