What a difference a year makes
A year ago, I talked about how Coheed and Cambria (and you’ll notice that since then I’ve said screw the authority file) were pretty self-involved and juvenile. Then I saw them in concert. Since then, well, um, I’ve kind of gotten really into them. With Dave’s help, of course, but I now consider them ‘my favorite band where everyone is still alive’ (RIP Joe Strummer, Keith Moon and John Entwistle). As always, Dave allows me to get enthusiastic about something in ways that are otherwise impossible, leading me to think of the great idea (and timewaster at his fiancé’s wedding shower) to compare all the track ones, track twos, etc and make a ‘Numerical Best of.’ (Let me tell you, In Keeping Secrets vs No World For Tomorrow was but one of the hard choices that had to be made).
When we got the date for the bachelorette party he looked, idly, at Coheed’s tour schedule. The day before they’re playing in Sayreville, NJ, which is kind of close, but — oh, it’s 6.5 hours away? And sold out? Oh, okay. But it’s also at the Starland Ballroom, where they’ve recorded a live album. We could do this. We could take a road trip.
Which, thanks to eBay, we shall.
It’s spontaneous and slightly crazy in all the ways that my life generally isn’t, and it means that I’ll get to hear Gravemakers and Gunslingers for the first time since I found out it was totally awesome. A year ago I was ashamed by my fanaticism. Now I embrace the hell out of it. I know I’m a dork, but you know what the best part about being a dork is? You don’t care.