We are going to see these people this Friday, and i’m excited. I’ve heard tales from people i don’t know that all fun, good time and Vivian Girlmania one would expect of them doesn’t translate to them live or as people, so cue apprehension. Pile on apprehension that i’ll feel like a dork, ugly, out of place in a crowd of young, hip things who own and command music and music settings like these. That i will reach the door only to turn around, get in the car and drive home. That i will distance myself yet again to fun, to something valuable, to fall back into a comfortable due to it being sheltered life wherein my only daily achievement is writing this shitty thing that no one reads.
I like this band a lot. I like seeing bands a lot. It is just so hard to be in public sometimes when you have no control of it, your appearance, the joy and enthusiasm that most everyone finds seemingly so easily that evades you so perfectly, uncertainty of place, deserving and belonging. Fucking useless life. Fucking personal blog.
