There was a time when I'd have sold my first as-yet-born child to see The Pixes. Now I'd probably rather babysit someone's kids while they went to see them. Remember the bands that really blew you away in the nineties? What happened to them? Or rather, what happened to that feeling that I used to get when I rummaged through the record store bins looking for rare Smiths recordings, old Kate Bush lps, Throwing Muses side projects? Even bands that are supposed to encourage health-endangering obsession (Death Cab for Cutie, Bright Eyes, insert new trendy band here) now receive only an appreciable listen to me and are added to my monthly compilation CD. Dammit, I want something to matter to me again.