There is something funny about not being a part of a hype.
There used to be a band in Brazil called Los Hermanos, which I totally refused to like at first. They had this huge hit ('Anna Julia', which i kinda liked, it even got recorded by George Harrinson), and for the following years they kept growing more and more. Maybe I was too young, or too into punk rock to understand the guys back then, but they never really got me. About 5 years ago, they broke up and I decided to give them a try.
I got their 4 albums but never really cared about them, listening to their songs only when my iPod decided to throw them among my shuffled songs. For the 5 last years, that's the only way I have been listening to them, except for the two or three times that I tried to listem to a full album and got bored halfway through.
Still, some of my friends with a music taste that I find specially good kept telling me that I should have seen them live. 'Too late, too bad', I thought. Maybe they were meant to be among the bands that everyone-with-a-good-taste loves but me, just like Radiohead.
It kept bugging me everytime the iPod insisted on playing a song of theirs, until they announced a sort of reunion tour. 6 dates in Rio alone, and they all sold out. I managed to get a ticket, and last Saturday there I was. I must confess I was not really confortable, being "not a fan" among thousands of people who had been waiting so long to see them together again.
Still, I waited there to see what the hell they were all about. And I was everything but disappointed. For two hours, they gave life to the songs my iPod played so dully, helped by the crowd during every single word. By the second or third song, I noticed I was singing along to songs I didn't even know that I knew the lyrics to. I was really incredible.
So, by the end of the concert I was not a fan at all. But I understood, and it made me feel like a part of it, perhaps a little too late, but still just in time.