Half-Fast & The Classic Crime (maybe books and tunes as well)

As you might be aware, there is this band that I kinda like... They're called The Classic Crime...

Oh, I have mentioned this? 

And why oh why am I mentioning it again? 

Umm. Because they're GREAT! (seriously what kind of hair-brained question...) 

Oh.. And because I saw them last a couple weeks ago.. Again.. Yea, that's 3 times this year, 5 times total. o.O

I have been thinking that this is abnormal Amanda behavior, to like a band so much that I would feel so inclined to see them every-time-they-play. Every time. (Thankfully they have really cheap shows that I can almost justify my actions..) Obviously the venues change, as does the crowd... From their 4 albums they have the varied songs they play and a couple standard faves. Seattle being one of them. But three times this year? I don't even know what to say. I'm still hoping something will suddenly click to explain my behavior. 

There has never been a band that I follow so avidly. 

And then to add to the crazy, I insist on talking to Matt every time. And getting a picture. How many does one person need!? Apparently 4. I just get so excited I can't contain myself. At the last one a few weeks ago I thought, 'nope.. not this time. I'm going to leave this poor man alone.' Obviously I failed. 

Although it might be easier if he wasn't so freaking cool... 

Then after the success of conversation, I was determined to find Robbie, Alan, & Skip. Found Robbie, (gah! alarming!) with the fandom of females surrounding. Ugh, I'm one of those.. I sicken myself. (and bolted soon after) 

But guess what.. When I was there jamming along, slightly annoyed with the gaggle of teens, they announced that there would be another show on the 16th at the Showbox in Seattle. A switch flipped in my brain and I knew I would be there and that whatever plans might arise for Christmas will happen after the 16th of December.

I might have a problem...

However, while discussing my problem with Kjirst, she made a comment that in all actuality this might not be so abnormal.. That I don't do things "half-fast. (hence the title-and there is a story behind the 'half fast but that is for another day) When I'm in, I'm all in. My friends could attest to this, I'm sure. Now that I think about it, it might be true. Like my move to Washington. 

Madness I tell you.

And what that, I segue into a new topic.

The other day I was driving in my personal boom box, Evey, (my car) and a song popped on that was a familiar little ditty that I loved. A grin covered my face and while jamming to said tune, I realized that lately I keep a lot of company surrounded by books and music. I could try to blame my current island hermit status, but that was something engrained but has now been heightened. So in this moment of familiarity with this song, I thought of previous adventures I have had when this song was present. And the songs that run through my head when I desperately need a distraction, to get me through the day or a sense that someone else had some type of understanding with what I was dealing with. The songs that are on constant repeat. I appreciate that people have a certain way with words and instruments that I don't have and express it so readily. 

Although I am reminded that not all is of good report, while the guy in front of me at the library has some kind of obnoxious sound emanating from his headphones while he flips through the "Glamour" magazine. Oy. 

and BOOKS! I luf books. 

I had some time to kill and I found a used bookstore that I didn't exit for a good hour-hour & half. I sat in the middle of their "classics" section looking at the various forms and publications of the same works. I pulled out the older hard back copies and noted the yellowing pages that made me, for what reason I'm not sure, want them more. A familiar and distinct smell emanated from the pages that gave me a remembrance of childhood. I would look through just to feel the pages, touch the script. Whether for information or adventure, I knew what came from these pages. The possibility was enough. I couldn't even read when the fascination began. But the adventures I have had with them since are significant to my very core. I pick up these old volumes and it's like seeing a friend from childhood or adventures past. I am familiar with their stories and their pains, desires, weaknesses and triumphs. And I don't mind reliving it with them.