so i know the last post claimed wisdom with age but apparently age doesn't create a filter (i'm telling you, the fact that i've been alive 26 years makes zero difference). here are two more short stories of the times i've said idiotic things to boys holding instruments:
the classic crime just came through town first time in two and a half years. their new album came out and i just absolutely love them. i literally walked into matt macdonald (lead singer) on my way into the club but managed to just smile and say, "hi." i thought to myself, "woohoo you didn't embarrass yourself, win!" and then went on to enjoy the show. after the show i was standing around chatting with a friend and mr. macdonald came out onto the floor. we made eye contact and because of some disorder in my brain, BAM, word vomit. it started off alright and then quickly went downhill, "thanks for writing songs that matter. also, maybe this sounds really fan girl but i just love your blog and think you have really great things to say. sorry, you can go sign stuff for people now." it's like i have no clue what social appropriateness is. he was kind enough to at least pretend to be touched by my words and thanked me for reminding him that he needed to blog again.
this next story is almost worse because i have met this fellow before and he lives in the same state as i do and we have some mutual friends. oh yeah, and i sang gang vocals on his cd. but i don't really know him. so a few weeks back i went to the summertime dropouts concert. after the show i promptly walked up to the bassist, we'll call him steve, and said, "this probably isn't appropriate to say to a twenty-something year old dude but i just think you're real precious." and the fact of the matter is, i can't deny any part of that. i can't deny that i said it and i can't deny that i think it's true. i do think he's precious. he responded by saying that he'd never been called precious before and that his daddy didn't raise no punk, which was ironic since he's in a pop-punk band.
xo
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Friday, August 17, 2012
older and wiser.
in past years my summers have been filled with music festivals (generally between 3 and 4), this year i have attended one day of one festival.
ashamed.
i mean, i made it count. i watched multiple shows, including some bands i hadn't seen before. i got ridiculously sunburned. i sang my little heart out. but i still only went to one day when in years past i would have given my front teeth to be there the entire time.
now i wasn't exceptionally bothered by this until i got a text from a friend basically calling me old. i texted said friend during the switchfoot show because we have a long history of a mutual love of switchfoot (literally one day during lunch in high school we talked about one song the entire hour). i gave my friend guff for not being there and friend responded by asking if i was in the pit. i said i was down front but by the soundboard, not in the way-front getting elbowed by 14 year old girls. the text back, "yeah, we're not made for that anymore."
i wanted to be mad. i wanted to argue. i wanted to say something snarky and prove my friend wrong by shoving myself to the front. but truth of it is, my friend is right. i would now much rather be able to hear and see the show as opposed to fighting to keep my spot the whole time while i'm face-to-sweaty-armpit with some tall dude who doesn't realize (or maybe he just doesn't care) that i can't see a blasted thing. and it's a pretty great thing being able to leave a show knowing that if you're sweaty, it's only your sweat on you.
so as we come upon the end of the summer and the final festivals of the season you'd better believe that i'm going to the entirety of lifelight in south dakota. i will soak up all the music i have missed out on this summer. i will give a solid attempt at getting some fading summer sun before the cold winter greys rear their frigid head. and i will sing until my throat is raw.
you can find me back by the soundboard.
xo
ashamed.
i mean, i made it count. i watched multiple shows, including some bands i hadn't seen before. i got ridiculously sunburned. i sang my little heart out. but i still only went to one day when in years past i would have given my front teeth to be there the entire time.
now i wasn't exceptionally bothered by this until i got a text from a friend basically calling me old. i texted said friend during the switchfoot show because we have a long history of a mutual love of switchfoot (literally one day during lunch in high school we talked about one song the entire hour). i gave my friend guff for not being there and friend responded by asking if i was in the pit. i said i was down front but by the soundboard, not in the way-front getting elbowed by 14 year old girls. the text back, "yeah, we're not made for that anymore."
i wanted to be mad. i wanted to argue. i wanted to say something snarky and prove my friend wrong by shoving myself to the front. but truth of it is, my friend is right. i would now much rather be able to hear and see the show as opposed to fighting to keep my spot the whole time while i'm face-to-sweaty-armpit with some tall dude who doesn't realize (or maybe he just doesn't care) that i can't see a blasted thing. and it's a pretty great thing being able to leave a show knowing that if you're sweaty, it's only your sweat on you.
so as we come upon the end of the summer and the final festivals of the season you'd better believe that i'm going to the entirety of lifelight in south dakota. i will soak up all the music i have missed out on this summer. i will give a solid attempt at getting some fading summer sun before the cold winter greys rear their frigid head. and i will sing until my throat is raw.
you can find me back by the soundboard.
xo
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