In high school, I openly declared the Foo Fighters to be my favorite band. Six years since, and I can’t bring myself to listen to The Colour and the Shape for more than twenty minutes without being over it. I put too much pressure on Dave to wow me on a consistent basis, which still breaks my heart a little every time I try to listen to Hey, Johnny Park!. Since my ears and Dave’s vocal chords have a love/hate/love/despair/really-like-a lot-but-still-not-completely-healed relationship, I’ve been weary of using term “favorite band” like the Cowboys have been afraid of scoring in the 2nd half.
Say Anything is the runner’s high to my musical repertoire. They are one of the few bands that my brothers and I completely agree on; siblings in our early twenties, this is the only concert that we have attended together. I love this band more than I can convey in the English language: I’ve seen them three times in the past twelve months. At three different venues. In two different states. Which probably sounds a little obsessive, but their concerts are always served with a side of youthful catharsis that most likely works better than any Olay product. (more…)