This basic bitch loves musicians and bands that lots of other people love too. They're popular for a reason people.What are you doing with your life?! Don't judge me!
Grab a pumpkin spice latte, put on your shades that you bought from Urban Outfitters at the local mall, and let's go to Sam Goody you betches!
Haaaay betches! I'm made with skim milk!
I could rest my pumpkin spice latte in that gorgeous chin-dimple.
Just...come on you guys. I have two ears and a heart, don't I?
She sings all of my feelings. If you have had your heart broken by some soulless monster with gorgeous eyes and big boobs and you didn't sob uncontrollably while listening to Someone Like You while stuffing Cheetos in your face, you literally have no heart. You're probably my ex.
Just fucking sing.
A hipster douche-bag once asked me who is in my top five. He made fun of me for liking Coldplay.
His favorite band is Oingo Boingo.
Fuck that guy.
I love all of their albums, in order of release. Parachutes is far and away my favorite rainy Sunday album.
I saw them second row with my best friend at Red Rocks. Their poetic lyrics, iridescent sound, and light show that ricocheted off the rock formations was dazzling.
Lullaby melody and lyrics that speak to my heart? Sign me up please.
Again, before Goop.
Bringing back little-boy striped polo shirts before it was cool
I fell in love with Guster when I saw them open for my number two favorite artist. To watch them play music live is to watch someone experience joy doing what they love.
My friend and I resolved to see them every single time they came to Denver, and we did--I also have not seen them since I left Denver because I cannot possibly imagine seeing them without her.
I have two Guster t-shirts. Their t-shirt game is en pointe.
Their music? Joyful, thoughtful, emotional, cheeky. Even if their songs become melancholy they bring it right back around with a hidden song that they clearly improvised and cracked up while recording it.
Their drummer is my favorite drummer. Which of you Oingo Boingo loving bastards have a favorite drummer?
They re-recorded their album Keep it Together and replaced the lyrics with simulated meows. Meows people!!!
Give joy a chance. Listen to Guster. Guster is for lovers.
This should be the first thing you listen to every single morning.
#2: John Mayer
John Mayer with some groupies he met backstage at Red Rocks.
His life was never the same.
Before Jennifer Aniston--before Katie Perry--before that idiotic Playboy interview--I found out John Mayer was playing Red Rocks for the first time in his career.
I saw him with my friend Casey three times already, but never at Red Rocks. I knew his shows would sell out, so to be proactive I joined his online fan club that would allow me first access to tickets.
For $25 I got a tiny poster, a key-chain, and dibs on tickets.
Two days before his show I got an email from his tour manager stating that as a member of his fan club I was automatically entered into a contest to meet John Mayer with one friend before his show at Red Rocks.
This excited me.
I assumed we would get a little meet and greet with dozens of his fans--maybe a picture and a handshake. His manager escorted us backstage where we stood alone.A couple other girls came and stood next to us. That was it.
His manager introduced him to the girls; they worked with his brother Ben at Qwest.
He came to us. I literally cannot remember a single word we exchanged. Knowing Casey she was cool. Knowing me I probably stuttered and said something odd and inappropriate. His manager said he had to be on in five minutes and he hugged us goodbye--and not a limp fish celebrity hug--our chests touched. He smelled great.
Just as he was about to disappear I looked at the camera in my hand and sadly said to Casey that I forgot to ask for a picture. He stopped and asked, "Oh my gosh, I'm sorry guys, did you want a picture?" He was sorry.
Look at that picture. Look at the joy on those faces.
I love his music too.
This came out 2 years after I dropped out of high school. It spoke to me.
The first time I saw U2 in concert it was such a spiritually moving experience I wrote an eight page review of the show and posted it on their fan tour website. Fifteen years later it can be read HERE. Nothing else could possibly illustrate my love for U2 more than this long gush-fest of love.
Seeing U2 live is going to church and having a spiritual awakening.
Casey and I would show up to the general admission line early in the morning so we could get as close as Bono as possible every time we saw them.
We argued when he looked at me--she thought he looked her--he looked at me. It was during In a Little While, right at the moment he sang ...Spanish eyes...
You know it's true Casey!
I have every single album on CD. No digital downloads.
I have bootlegs.
I have vinyl.
Joshua Tree was the first album I ever loved.
Where the Streets Have No Name still makes me cry.
The first time I listened to Beautiful Day I decided to change my life.
Seeing them live with my best friend are my most cherished memories.
I HAVE DREAMS!
I WANT TO START AN ARTIST'S COLONY IN THE DESERT!
Your turn! Hit me in the comments. This is a no judging zone. Even if you love Oingo Boingo.