Monday, March 19, 2012

Why he isn't Jesus, but he has the same initials

I bought tickets to two concerts recently, which along with my recent new laptop purchase (a Dell, if anyone was wondering) was enough to cause my credit card company to question my abnormally spendy behavior. Yes, a tax refund can be a dangerous thing, especially when you realize you have already spent way more than the amount of said refund, on these and numerous other impulse purchases which I am too embarrassed even to list. 

Nonetheless, I have tickets to see the Avett Brothers in May, and words cannot express my excitement for this. But I think maybe this can:

Did you see what happens starting at around 5:15? That pretty much sums up how I feel about going to see this show. 

Also, the first comment on the video says, "I am a straight guy and I can safely say I'm in love with both of the Avett Brothers." So let us all, man, woman, and child, watch this video and bask in the warm, glowing, warming glow that is the Avett Brothers. Amen

Oh, and if anyone ever wanted to know if I have a "type", I think it is safe to say that it's Avett Brothers. But which one? you ask. Well, I think the only fair and true answer to that is, "YES."

But my excitement over this show cannot overshadow my absolute glee over the concert I'm going to in April. Because, did you know Pulp is back together? Did you know Pulp were ever not together? Do you maybe have no idea what I'm talking about? Well then I feel sorry for you, my friend, because for the last twenty years, give or take, you have been missing out on quite possibly the best Brit pop ever to cross the ocean or the air waves. 

Is Jarvis Cocker not the lankiest, most luscious Brit ever to shimmy his tightly-pantsed tush across a stage?

I had this poster in my dorm room my senior year of college. But I've actually loved Pulp even longer than that. Pulp and I hearken back to 1998, and that is how long I've loved Pulp. 

I have actually seen Jarvis in concert before; it was five years ago in New York City. Not Pulp, but J.C. the solo artist. Five years ago in April, and a week before my birthday, I said goodbye to a three year relationship. Two days after that I went to New York City to see my idol, my dream, Jarvis Cocker, but I went alone. Not alone. I was with friends. But he was supposed to have gone with me. It was such a surreal experience--exhilarating and wonderful and heartbreaking and sad. And now, five years later almost to the day, I will go back to New York City and do it all over again. Only it won't be at all the same, this time. And I won't be the same. And that, I think, is a good thing. In the words of the man himself:

Do you remember the first time?
I can't remember a worse time.
But you know that we've changed so much since then, 
oh yeah we've grown.

Anyway. I think it's shaping up to be a pretty good spring.  


  1. I don't know whether I am jealous that you're not coming to Seattle with your refund, or that I don't get to see Scott or Seth OR Jarvis this year. Probably all of the above.

  2. Avett's i can take or leave, but as you know my dear Pulp is fucking Pulp and that means i am quite envious of you for getting to see them, if only they would play the Rust Belt, i won't tell you when i started listening to JC and his crew but it was a few years before 98, of course i'd hate to date myself now, and let me say if you have nothing else you have impeccable taste in music, now bust out the credit card and go see the Magnetic Fields...