On Our Way To Crazy

I don’t think I’ve posted before about how I am married to a 14-year-old emokid in a 27-year-old body. I have posted, however, about how random emo songs get stuck in my head out of nowhere.

Tonight, those worlds are colliding. Against my better judgment, I am going to a Dashboard Confessional concert.

I am… not excited. I’ve been listening to Dashboard the last couple of days to get the songs in my head, and I don’t really love them. I like the older stuff a little better, and some of them are familiar, but overall it is just not my thing. I think I’m too old for it. I keep having to alternate his songs with something more my speed and then forgetting to go back to them. From my current playlist you’d think I was going to a Will Kimbrough show tonight. (Now THAT I would be excited about.)

Ben Lee is opening for him, and I’m pumped about that. I love me some Ben Lee. And I’m trying to keep an open mind about Dashboard. I do like some of it. Aaron really likes it, and as a general rule I think he has good taste. And it’s at the Ryman, which I love so very much. So it has the potential to surprise me and be a really enjoyable evening.

Or make me want to stick bamboo shoots up my fingernails.

We’ll see.