The scary first post...

Saturday night, I went to a concert for two reasons: one was to see Anarbor, the band who's record label (Hopeless) I had interned for. The other was to see The Scenic, a Philly band who I just found out about, who play with another Philly band (The Great American Soundtrack) that I really like. I had seen this show Thursday night (with the Hopeless crew, a really cool group of 20-30 somethings who were nothing but welcoming when I worked there...just had to give them some props), which is when I heard about the Scenic.

Side note: Though this was not the story I intended to talk about, I was talking to one of the band members - Dan - before and after the show, and he had asked me to stick around and watch them, and after the show he came up to me and gave me a big hug when he found out I stayed. I mean really, how adorable is it that they gave someone a hug just for sticking around for their set. That's what gets you a hard core fan base of 16 year olds who will do nothing but promote your band. Anyway...This is when I found out that his old band had opened for All Time Low (another Hopeless band) when they did an acoustic tour a year and a half ago, back in the days when they were stoked to fill a Church basement, as they had only been to Philly once before. Small world.

Anyway, the point of this first post is this: as I was watching the opening band Saturday night, I had a thought. A revelation, if you will. And I called *myself* blasphemous for this thought. Because it really is pretty bad. The thought was this: the problem with Blink-182 is that they made every kid think he could start a band. And many of these kids did. And I was now being forced to sit through their crappy music, because there were no in-and-outs at the show.

Now, the blasphemy of this statement is the assumption that there was *anything* wrong with Blink-182. To anyone over the age of, say, 25, this does not seem blasphemous. In fact, most of them would probably say that Blink-182 was a crappy band, with an annoying lead singer, who broke up because they were whiney, and no one cared. This may be true, but that's not the point. The point, for those of us under 25, was that they were *us*. They made it cool to be a teenager and do stupid shit (like running down the street in your underwear). They made it ok to think about and talk about suicide. They made us stop and enjoy ourselves, our friends, our lives. Something that most of us didn't do, as we were stressed with school, getting into college, dealing with our parents, dealing with Bush.

The point of this whole ramble? Well, in having my revalation, I didn't have anyone to tell it to. My roommates don't like the music I like, my sister is over the whole pop-punk scene (she introduced me to Good Charlotte when I was about 13, then started calming down her tastes), my friends at home were all asleep by this time, and even if they weren't most of them wouldn't care.

But I wanted to get my ramble out. I ramble a lot, and like anger, I feel it unhealthy to keep all this bottled up.

A few weeks ago, my mom suggested I ask Bob Lefsetz (friend of the family and author of the Lefsetz letter, an email blog thing that gets sent across the music industry) to write a "guest collumn" of sorts for him, try to build up my name and credibility before I try to start my own label. I laughed her off - I am not the type of person with the balls to flat out ask for something like that - but the idea of writing a music blog has been stuck in my head ever since.

And so here it is. My strange version of a music blog. My random thoughts about new bands, shows I've seen, which band members are pissing me off this week (mostly because of lead singer syndrom....but that's for another time), and whatever the hell else I'll talk about (this week I'm sure it will be Twilight...and yes, I already have my ticket for the 12:01am show). My guess is, I'll write a total of 3 blogs, which no one will read, and I'll get bored and stop. But just in case anyone decides to read this, I figured the first post should explain (at least in a way that makes sense to me) why I started writing it in the first place.