On Our Way To Crazy

When I was in high school, I was a pretty big Dave Matthews fan. Me and every other teenager in the 90′s. I liked them for a lot of reasons, but one thing in particular really did it for me – the back up singers. I wanted to be one. Bad.

That’s right, people. My dream in high school was to be a black back up singer. For Dave Matthews. A long skirt wearing, turban sporting, dreadlocked flowy armed back up singer. I thought it was my calling.

But that was a long time ago. The dream has died. I’ve moved on to bigger, less turbany things. My back up singer aspirations were put on the back burner.

Until last weekend. Because last weekend? I saw TobyMac for the first time. Now I am not a huge Mac fan… I loved me some dcTalk back in the day, but I haven’t followed them onto their new (variably successful) frontiers. Thanks to Aaron’s job stuff, we got to go backstage at the show and sneak out to the front few rows and scavage some seats. We were right up front for Family Force 5 (awesome as usual) and Relient K (meh), and decided to stick around for a few songs of Toby before we headed home.

I wasn’t that excited about it, really. But Toby knows what he’s doing. That is one entertaining show. And the best part? The back up singers. He has three, two guys and a girl, and they do all kinds of dancing and jumping around and singing like crazy.

I want to be that girl.

My long dormant dreams came flooding back. All of a sudden I didn’t want to be a youth worker anymore. I wanted to wear tall puffy boots and a fuzzy hat and a scarf and vest and dreads and stomp and jump around the stage.

The dream is back. Now I just need to find my band.