Have you realized that my poem is about (great) bands?

I got my peers' responses for my "Have you" poem. No one figured out it was just a list of some of my favorite bands. One person got one of them, the flaming lips, who I only put on the list because seeing them live was one of my favorite concerts I've been to. They all seemed to enjoy the poem, even if they didn't discover the key. They want more context, something to tie it all together. I probably could have done this with the title, but even though I know being obscure and vague as a writer is my biggest weakness, I secretly relish it. I sort of like writing poems and stories where the reader has the faintest idea what is going on. I feel like this resulted from listening to indie music in high school, and not discovering it in college like most people. I think the idea of liking a band (or certain films, shows or books) and trying to keep to oneself is not productive, and I discovered it too early and held onto for too long. One doesn't want those bands ("") to sell out or have douches attend their future concerts, but bands like the Black Keys and Fleet Foxes becoming huge, and maybe mainstream, beats people listening to Bieber and Katie Perry. I guess the contradiction of a hipster, or someone such as myself who just listens to good music, is that we want bands to stay small in a sense, but then criticize them when they achieve mainstream success, but more importantly we criticize people who listen to Bieber and others, when we are actively trying to prevent great bands from becoming famous(even though it rarely works) and therefore, hopefully, replacing the Likes of Bieber and Perry atop the music charts.

Well, the one person in my class I was hoping would catch the bands references didn't. He did however get my last poem about baseball. He returned a marked up copy a week late, but got most of the references and even recommended improvements that I had realized and posted last week, and different recommendations as well.Have you ever felt you have to try to impress someone you don't really know? I am currently in this situation with this peer. I had him in class last quarter, and enjoyed his two short stories and his entertaining comments in class. Actually, he was in both of my German classes and in those, even though I didn't talk to him, (and still haven't) I thought he came off as an asshole. But now,  I don't think he is. I see some similarities between us. I feel like I somehow know him through his writing. Maybe he is living the life I imagined if I had decided to live on campus. Maybe I just need more sleep, but I know for sure it is not a man crush. He looks like a white, young version of Edward James Olmos. 

Speaking of classmates that look like celebrities, there is a young, not as curvy, but still curvy Christina Hendricks in my class. She makes it very hard to concentrate in ENV 200. She really does remind me of Hendricks, except the girl wears intense, dark eye shadow stuff that makes her eyes sort of look ancient Egyptian or that she has crust in her eyes and it is black. But, her red lip stick contrasting her pale face is such a turn on.