Bananas

I like bananas.

I made a chocolate-banana smoothie earlier. It was delicious.

Things I Cry About:

• blink-182's break-up.
• blink-182's reunion.

The second nullifies the first, and neither actually matter anymore as they both occurred years ago. However, I legit cry when either is brought up.

I think they're my favourite.

Really This Time

Can I just say how excited I am to see blink in less than 3 weeks? Night of my life.

I get to see Tom. In the flesh. In the same building/arena/venue/whatever.

But really. Tom DeLonge. In person. With his eyebrows. And his butt.

The one he sticks out all the time? Yeah. That one. The one attached to him.

I'm going to be in the same place as it. Yup.

OH. ALSO.

I guess this happened:

Pet The Albums

Ugh. I'm too excited to even brain.

I've accepted the fact that I am never going to Warped Tour.

And I thought, when they broke up, that I'd never get to see blink-182 because I'm an asshole and I keep missing their shows. Which is stupid. Because I fucking love them so much.

But now I have a ticket to go, so everything will be allright.

Anyway.

The point of this was to mention the first time I ever listened to them.

I love telling this story.

When I was 10, the only music I ever listened to was what my parents listened to, The Backstreet Boys, etc.; Spice Girls, etc.; and Britney Spears, etc.; as well as what was played on WNIC. Because that was the only radio station I'd ever heard in my life.

In music class, Bracken Merrit brought in Cheshire Cat, for us to listen to... so there were a bunch of 9 and 10 year olds sitting on the floor listening to Carousel. And It was the first time in my life I'd ever heard anything that could actually be classified as some form of punk. I found out what CD and band it was and straight away asked my parents for it. They never actually got it for me, but I kept asking. I don't know why they never got it for me. I really, really, really wanted it. Perhaps it was because it was pop-punk? Or maybe the parental advisory label scared them away.

Parental advisory labels are censorship of art and are therefore horrible and wrong.

Anyway, I used to go to Borders and every time we'd go, I'd go up to the music section and find where they kept the blink-182 CDs and I used to go through them and just look at them all and pet them. I wanted one so badly, but they all had parental advisory stickers on them, so I wasn't allowed to buy them, and my parents refused to get any of them for me. So I was stuck with stupid bubble-gum pop. I feel like I'd have grown up and gone to more fun shows earlier if I had been able to listen to blink-182 as a kid.

Also, I feel like I'd have been more awesome if my babysitter had let me listen to Nevermind when I was 7. Of course the only reason I wanted to listen to it was because of the naked baby on the cover. But still. It's a great album. I could have been a little grunge kid. But no. He wouldn't let me. I still don't know why. It's not profane or anything. I think censorship of inappropriate things for kids is stupid. You can tell all the sex jokes you want and they really will not have a fucking clue what the hell you're on about. Stuff like that is only inappropriate when you actually get the references and kids don't, so it's fine to let them watch stuff like that because they just won't think anything of it.

The first time I actually got to listen to more than Carousel was when I went to Molly Curry's house when I was 12. She had a lovely assortment of blink albums that we listened to while sitting on her floor and playing with her horses. It was a lovely moment for me.

At some point, I finally managed to acquire a copy of Cheshire Cat. I listened to that album over and over and over again. It remains one of my more cherished possessions. Others include my mother's charm bracelet, my great-great grandfather's cufflinks, Richard Kruspe's guitar pick that I got after the Rammstein show in Montreal last year, the signed Silverstein drum-head Kevin gave me after their 10th anniversary shows, my cast, and that picture of Travis Barker and I when I was 15. Obviously it's very important, if it's as important as all of those things. (Okay. I'm kind of exaggerating, here. It's not actually that important to me. But I do like it a lot!!)

I met Travis Barker at the airport when I was 15 and he was on my plane to LA. I didn't actually know who he was, to be honest, since the only album I had was Cheshire Cat and Scott was still their drummer on that one. After that, I started listening to their newer stuff because I finally figured out how to pirate music. And now I love them and I'm going to see them.

So yeah. That's my whole sordid history on my relationship, up until now, with blink-182. Who knows what will happen at their show?

Actually. I'm pretty sure of one thing that will happen. And that will be...

I'm definitely probably most likely going to cry.

All of my tears of joy ever.

Every Word

I'm going to sing. So, so, so loud. To every single word I know.

11th of September, Two-Thousand and Eleven.
I'm coming for you, Tom, Mark, and Travis.

Hanging out behind the club, on the weekend.

Acting stupid, getting drunk with my best friends.

I couldn't wait for the summer and the Warped Tour.

I remember it's the first time that I saw her - there.

She's getting kicked out of school 'cause she's failing.

I'm kinda nervous, 'cause I think all her friends hate me.

She's the one, she'll always be there.

She took my hand, and I admit it I swear.

Because I fell in love with the girl at the rock show.

She said "What?" and I told her that I didn't know.

She's so cool, gonna sneak in through her window.

Everything's better when she's around -

I can't wait 'till her parents go out of town -

I fell in love with the girl at the rock show.

When we said we were gonna move to Vegas -

I remember the look her mother gave us.

Seventeen, without a purpose or direction.

We don't owe anyone a fucking explanation.

Because I fell in love with the girl at the rock show.

She said "What?" and I told her that I didn't know.

She's so cool, gonna sneak in through her window.

Everything's better when she's around -

I can't wait 'till her parents go out of town -

I fell in love with the girl at the rock show.

Black and white picture of her on my wall.

I waited for her call, she always kept me waiting.

And if i ever got another chance, I'd still ask her to dance.

Because she kept me waiting.

Because I fell in love with the girl at the rock show.

She said "What?" and I told her that I didn't know.

She's so cool, gonna sneak in through her window.

Everything's better when she's around -

I can't wait 'till her parents go out of town -

I fell in love with the girl at the rock show.

With the girl at the rock show.

With the girl at the rock show.

I'll never forget tonight.

With the girl at the rock show...

- The Rock Show

Also. Is it just me, or is EVERY post lately about blink-182 in some way? Whatever. I love them. I'm also excited to get to see MCR. I really, genuinely enjoy their music. I always kind of liked them and listened to them, but Danger Days is seriously an amazing album!

Problems

Adam's Song is difficult. It's the best song, but it's also a huge fucking bummer because it's about suicide. So it can be your favourite song, but it's so hard to express this. You can't jam to it at a party. You can't sing it at karaoke. You can't put it on a mixtape for a cute person. You can't post lyrics of it anywhere without people wondering about your mental state.

It has such a good rhythm to it.

The other problem is that if they'd put any other lyrics to the same music, it wouldn't have been the same at all. It's haunting. It's beautiful. It's sad.

Sad things are beautiful, I think. It's true, what they say. Pain is beauty. Not in that you have to wear awful blistery heels to look gorgeous. But in that art generally comes from people in pain. Pictures of sad people are so much more interesting than pictures of happy people. Sad indie songs are always better than those pop songs about sex and drinking. I like pictures of funerals better than I like pictures of weddings. Happy is so simple. It isn't interesting. It doesn't have anywhere near the same depth and beauty that pain does.

I will admit to identifying with one line of Adam's Song, in particular. That being, "I couldn't wait till I got home to pass the time in my room alone". But this is because I am a hermit.

My favourite line is, without a doubt, and always has been, "remember the time that I spilled the cup of apple juice in the hall". I don't know why. It's just so picturesque.

Also. Really. How foxy is Tom Delonge?
He's not really, anymore, because now he's old and his face got fat.
But ohman, he was scrumptious when they did this video. Do want.

Your Smile Fades In The Summer

Are we alone, do you feel it?
So lost and disillusioned.

I really, really, really want to see blink-182 live, at some point.
They mean everything.

I never thought I'd die alone

I laughed the loudest, who'd have known?

I traced the cord back to the wall

No wonder it was never plugged in at all

I took my time, I hurried up

The choice was mine, I didn't think enough

I'm too depressed, to go on

You'll be sorry when I'm gone

I never conquered, rarely came

Sixteen just held such better days

Days when I still felt alive

We couldn't wait to get outside

The world was wide, too late to try

The tour was over, we'd survived

I couldn't wait till I got home

To pass the time in my room alone

I never thought I'd die alone

Another six months, I'll be unknown

Give all my things to all my friends

You'll never set foot in my room again

You'll close it off, board it up

Remember the time that I spilled the cup

Of apple juice in the hall?

Please tell mom this is not her fault

I never conquered, rarely came

Sixteen just held such better days

Days when I still felt alive

We couldn't wait to get outside

The world was wide, too late to try

The tour was over, we'd survived

I couldn't wait till I got home

To pass the time in my room alone

I never conquered, rarely came

Sixteen just held such better days

Days when I still felt alive

We couldn't wait to get outside

The world was wide, too late to try

The tour was over, we'd survived

I couldn't wait till I got home

To pass the time in my room alone

- Adam's Song.