I'm unhealthily obsessed with the National. To the extent not only do I talk to anyone who will listen about them (including random guests I wait on at work who mentioned bonnaroo and I basically forced into agreeing they'd go watch them play) to listening to their albums all day long on repeat, to researching lyrics, analysis of lyrics, quotes about lyrics and the band, pictures, live footage, matt berninger, his wife, and I literally just typed into google "matt berninger carin besser's daughter's name", because I'm so curious. Curious is a nicer word than obsessed. Needless to say I will be waiting online from 9 am on the day the tickets to their show at the Ryman in October go on sale, I will pay top dollar for the best seats I can get, and I will have anxiety about this until I actually have a confirmation number to add to my craziness. At least my best friend in the world feels the same way. It's strangely comforting. I love her more than I'll ever love another friend. We're soul mates. And crazies.
June 25, 2010 at 5:18 PM
I don't have internet otherwise I would've read this sooner. I love you for a million reasons but making me smile bigger than anyone else is one of them (as this post did). Soul mate!