And musical curiosity is, for me, part of the spice of life!
Precisely!
The danger though is one becomes a mere dilettante or dabbler, exposed to and familiar with a vast spectrum of (in our case) musical art, and even able to talk/write about it all with some knowingness and fluency, but after all spread so thin in one's endless enthusiasms and search for the new that little really penetrates in any sustained and transforming fashion given the required but refused demand of exclusion and commitment that would require. It's the Don Juan complex of a mere aesthete who never sleeps with the same woman twice because in such a hurry to get to the next one, but who by continually repeating the act of sleeping with a new woman finds the sought after "spice" finally become boring and monotonous. Not accusing anyone of this but just identifying a tendency (and recognition) in myself as much as anyone. Limits can as often be liberating as suffocating.