First, I realized belatedly that I never actually posted my new (second) tattoo. I think it surprises no one that I have put Matchbox Twenty on my body -- I feel odd calling this a 'fannish' tattoo because let's face it, my fandom attention span is that of a goldfish, and I've loved Matchbox Twenty since I was fourteen years old. But also, too, because I think the biggest issue with "fandom" tattoos is their tendency to be more about the thing in question than the person getting the tattoo on their body: 'I'm getting this tattoo because I love [X]' is far more likely to lead to regret, or at least amused head-shaking at a former self, than getting a tattoo because of its meaning to you.
But I mean, at the end of the day I'm still The Girl With The Matchbox Twenty Tattoo though, so. Nobody in real life made fun of me, though -- it's hard to make fun of someone when they are absolutely unashamed of something, I have learned over the years, and if your reaction to any attempt at poking fun at something you love is a spirited explanation for why you love that thing that terrifies hipsters into shutting the fuck up because the thing about hipsters is they are defined by their lack of capacity to feel that level of affection for anything
, eventually they have no choice but to respect you because, frankly, they don't understand you and your enthusiasm either scares or fascinates them. One or the other.
In all seriousness though, this is one of the things that confuses me the most about non-fannish people. I had a fellow grad-student tell me, in response to how excited I was to see "Iron Man 3," that she doesn't get excited about anything, ever. I still don't know if she was proud of that or not but it's still maybe the saddest thing I've ever heard. What kind of life are you living if it takes Big Expensive and/or Stressful Life Events to excite, entertain and delight you? ( Cut for...feet? Do we cut for feet? Let's cut for feet. )
And then there's me, who gets excited about everything like a Jack Russell Terrier. Ah, well. At any rate, my chosen quote is from "If You're Gone" -- you think I'm weak; I think you're wrong.
As a bonus, it's the song that made me fall in love with Matchbox Twenty, off the first album of theirs I bought on my own. Neither of those last two things were intentional; I just find them to be delightful bonuses.
Speaking of Matchbox Twenty, after a very stressful few days I managed to rescue about 85% of my Matchbox Twenty mp3 collection from my dead hard drive, and then found a torrent that contained that last, lost 15%, plus a few stray mp3s from the Napster days that even I had lost over the years (we're talking bootlegs from the 90s that sound like they were recorded underwater, and yet I am still keeping them
). iTunes made my life easier on a few things, like the fact I randomly managed to lose "The Only One" -- but not "U Turn Me On," which makes no sense
because they were in the same folder! Unless I lost "The Only One" earlier on, I guess.
The point of all of this is, having finally put all of my Matchbox Twenty collection in one place, the final tally is 8.66gb
of music. That includes Paul, Kyle and Rob's solo music, and it does include many, many versions of the same songs, obviously, but it does not include any duplicate mp3s. Now the question is, is that something to be proud of, or do I keep that to myself?
And now in the interest of that, and because I promised tasyfa
I would upload this forever ago, I give you two different concerts from Matchbox Twenty's last tour:Indio, California 2013Kalamazoo, Michigan 2013
And now ends your massive Matchbox Twenty Post Dump.