I was in a record store here in Brisbane, and asked the counterperson to search 'John Fahey' -she found the albums online, and said "oh, I've never heard of him but my dad is really into Blues, I'm sure he would know" -which about sums up how depressing it can be to find your taste passing into the mist of time. (not one routinely held in stock anywhere locally from what I can see)
That's why people hang around in forums on the web with people their own age discussing music : insulates you from the world. But I do think that the youth of today are a little too closed minded - one of my students asked me what I was listening to on my iPod and it happened to be John Coltrane and he had never heard of him, which seems to me a bit like never having heard of Bach. (I'm not saying that he should have heard him, just that he should have heard <span style="font-style: italic;">of</span> him.<br><br>BTW, the post that this is a comment for is one of my all time favourites. "Where the southern cross the dawg" sounds so romantic and cool, and there it is, and it isn't really. (Bob Brossmand and Woody Mann do a rather nice version of the eponymous tune which is what sparked my interest)
I spent ages at the site and eventually ended up making a donation - and I haven't done <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">that</span> for a long time.