So, I’ve officially gone nuts over a band for the first time since high school. How do I know this? As I said to a friend of mine last night who fully appreciates those who love music, I feel the same way I did when I had crushes in high school, only the crush I have now is on the music of a band, not the members, not any one specific person. I have a crush on harmonies, guitars, vocals; everything which makes up a song, an album. I’ll start reading message boards for that particular band, will start digging around for live recordings, will scour ebay and other online sites for LPs or CD imported singles. I listen to them nonstop and think about their music all day long for no apparent reason.
I’ve got it bad this time, because unlike my high school band crushes, I’ve actually seen this band live. I’m overwhelmed with the desire to see them again and again; they’re going to be in St Louis this weekend and if Scott’s parents weren’t coming out this weekend and if we didn’t need to renew our license plates, you bet I’d be driving out there this weekend to see them again. I feel like I’ve missed out on lots of prime concert time, as I’ve just now caught them on tour promoting their third album. I’ve missed them so many times; when I still lived in Bloomington, they played in Cincinnati more times than I could count, and I missed every single show because I didn’t keep tabs on the dates they stopped. Now that I know where they’ll be, I want to see them, over and over and over again.
Well, now that I’ve come across as a stark raving lunatic, I’m ending this entry. And listening to a little BRMC, of course.