call it treason while you can
December 23, 2007
The day that I start researching a band’s early music and figuring out how to purchase it is the day that I realize I just made a much, much larger purchase than a few songs to add to my collection. It’s the day that I add them on Myspace. The day I begin to announce to my traveling compadres that road trips will ensue. It’s the day that I reevaluate my current list and decide at what level I shall place this band in my ever growing list of priorities. I often state my decision on hypothetical situations to help myself wrap my mind around how much I love something. It changes often within the core group but it takes something grand to break into the scheme.
I don’t know if I’m on that path right now, but I fear its coming. None of the others seem to be biting so that might nip it before I even let it begin. I’m wrapped around four at the present time and stretching my clock and wallet to the extreme.
For the record, this is how I fell in love with you…
1. The Christmas cover of AP. A mall gift card as a gift from the station manager. A 10 hour ride home for Christmas. The first show cost a few hundred bucks via eBay and a six hour road trip. I saw ‘Grenade Jumper’ in Bournemouth, circa 2007. I went to that Chicago secret show. Kelli surprised me with tix and a train ride and CT kept me going.
2. One bad poetry reading in a car. One Myspace visit. 24 bars of “I Wanna Hold You” before I made a call “We’re going to England!” We’ve been three times now.
3. Five cute boys and a couch plastered on a dorm room computer screen. One convincing phone call. “Pop Princess” in the bathroom. Glittery guitar straps. 50 some shows and then there was England. Now there’s this site. It’s changed, but it’s still special to me.
4. Her radical shirt intrigued me and kind of made me jealous. I wanted to see Hawk Nelson. She wanted to see them. I made a deal. A 10 hour car ride home for a funeral. A late entrance after getting my nose pierced. It must be the glitter on the stage. TV taping and I’m in love again.
Who will be next?
Thank you for giving me something to love. Thank you for letting me do something that I love for a living. Thank you for loving me back. All you need is love.
