I guess I'm not ignoring them. They haven't broken up yet because the truth is that walking out is never as dramatic and transformational as deciding you're going to, and in fact sometimes the decision renders the action superfluous. Forming an objection correctly can dispel it, and thus breakup songs can keep us together. For one deranged second I even find myself thinking it could be a hit, thinking that anybody who can excuse the Foo Fighters for not sounding like Britney Spears ought to be able to make this leap, too, but rationality returns quickly. If I blared this out of my car windows, I'd make no converts.
Some obscurity is situational, but a lot of it is justified.
Letters to Cleo covering Cheap Trick from the roof of a gothic Seattle high school, that's about the limit of most people's musical openness, and they don't give a shit that Kay Hanley used to look like a person before the diet. Outside, they've been trained to expect more, and so get less. They've been taught that explosions are entertainment, so art this small doesn't even register. But I tell you, as I suspect a part of you already believes, that if you can get them to come inside, if you can convince them that meaningful lives exist suspended between insights and imperfection, you will fundamentally alter their relationships with the world and with themselves. You will make them less happy, probably, but better prepared for empathy and revelation, which are far more elusive and exquisite.