This all very much resonates with me. (I saw the movie Defending Your Life at a young age, and there’s a scene where Rip Torn, playing an angel, is eating at a restaurant in heaven that serves everything you could ever imagine or desire. As I recall, he ordered “the usual”, and it was a plate of literal horse shit. How long would you have to exist for that to be what you actually wanted? That really stuck with me: a perfect being would love everything.)

Anyway, country music: I always hated it, but when I started learning how to play the guitar, suddenly I found myself liking all kinds of music I hadn’t cared for previously, even country! It wasn’t even a situation where I wanted to want to like country music; it just sort of happened. Anything with a guitar just sort of hits different now.