Music Monday on a Tuesday: Say Anything
Geez, my timing has been very off as of late. My past few Music Mondays have been on Tuesdays. And for this one to also be on a Tuesday, it just doesn’t make any sense because I did next to nothing yesterday (including writing. Heh…). Yet, here we are. Well, here I am, sitting snuggly on my bed, fresh from a run…pouring my heart out on a blog that I’m pretty sure no one reads. Oh well.
Soooooo, it’s no secret that I love music. Like…a lot. And there are 4 bands who are just my all time favorite. The first of which is Paramore (really though…love them so hard), but the second on that list is Say Anything. I’m squirming in my seat as I write this because I really am in love with Max Bemis (lead singer of Say Anything). I love his lyrics. I love his voice. I love his stage presence. I love that I finally met him. That’s like 2 down, 2 to go. I met Vic Fuentes (lead singer of Pierce the Veil). I now need to meet Oli Sykes (BMTH) and Hayley Williams and I’m pretty much set.
Anywho. I’ve seen Say Anything live almost as many time as I’ve seen Paramore. Almost. I got to see them this year when their new album, Hebrews, came out. They played at the Masquerade in Heaven, and man, that was just a good show. It was smack dab in the middle of Summer. The A/C in the facility wasn’t working. Everyone was sweating like we had just finished a real tough crossfit session. The crowd was bananas. And strangely enough, there were a lot of people from out of town. I know this because most of them were drunk and kept declaring that they drove oh-so-many miles just to see the band. I think that’s pretty cool. But, it was just a really good show. So good in fact, that I didn’t think they would be coming back to Georgia anytime soon (as my favorite bands tend to skip Hotlanta), let alone do another tour.
Well. I was wrong. Happily wrong.
Checked my email. Got a notification that they are going on tour with Saves the Day in September. AND, Atlanta is the second show on the tour.
How exciting for Megan.
Tickets go on sale tomorrow.
I know via text it may seem that I’m not that hyped, but I am. I really am. I love this band so much. And, very much like a Paramore show, their fans are generally sweet people…with tall guys who are nice enough to let me stand in front of them because I’m so short.
Sooooo, this Music Monday (on a Tuesday) belongs to them. Cause you can bet I’m going to be blaring their new album on repeat until the day of the show. I just wanna be really prepared.
Could You Not Solicit at my Home?!
This post was originally supposed to be a music post, but I had a recent experience that I legit can’t stop laughing about.
I’m sure we’ve all had the privilege of being comfy and at home, and the doorbell rings, and we get all excited because maybe it’s a package from Amazon…or Aeropostale…or American Eagle. And we jump up and go to the door… But instead of a package, it’s two dudes in a suit, one of which is carrying a Bible. And then you realize that it couldn’t have been a package because the date says it’s Sunday. And then you realize that you’ve just been trapped into dealing with a Jehova Witness.
Let me first say that I have no problem with sharing your religion or beliefs with another person. I don’t have a problem with that at all. I mean, I’m a Christian, and I would love to share how my spirituality and belief in Jesus is pretty much the best relationship I’ve ever had. BUT, I’m not going to go door to door and bother people or push my beliefs on another person (because I hate when people do it to me). So, what I’m saying is, if you’re talking to someone and you say something to the effect of, “Are you saved and would you like to know more about God and Jesus and Christianity?” If you say that, and the person says, “No bruh, I’m good.” That is the end of the conversation. It’s not necessary to keep trying to interest the person in what you’re “selling” because they’ve said no. And moreso, if you’re honestly trying to get this person to be a part of your religion, pushing it on to them is not the way to go. It’s the same as walking around the mall and having cell phone companies ask if you want to switch to another provider. “Homie, I said no, and I’m walking away. Why you yellin’ after me?”
So that was part of my Sunday. Some of you might be reading this and wondering how that is funny. Well let me tell you why I keep laughing at the encounter.
I open the door. They are taken aback.
JW: “Are the previous occupants here?” (Though they named all of them by name…which is just creepy.)
Me: “No. They moved to Florida.”
JW: “They all moved to Florida?” His face suggests that he is suspicious of what I’m saying.
Me: “Yes. They all moved. I live here now. I’m renting the house.”
JW: “Oh… You’re renting it” He sort of gives me the once over, and his tone is that of disbelief.”
Me: “Yup. Me.”
JW: “Oh… Uhm… Well…let me leave you with this scripture.” Opens his Bible to Matthew chapter 5.
Me: “Oh right, the Beatitudes.”
JW: Looks at me like he can’t believe I know that, and then proceeds to read the scripture. “Well, then…we’ll just leave you with that. Have a good day.”
Me: “Hey man, you too.”
Now, this is funny to me because that is the shortest encounter I have ever had with a Jehova’s Witness. And as I began to wonder why, I realized what I must have looked like to them. Firstly, I was high. I’m not gonna lie about it. I was lit! It was real fresh, you guys. I went from the vape to the door. That fresh. Secondly, my tattoos, gauges, and septum piercing were clearly visible. Apparently, these things can be off putting to some people. Who knew? Thirdly, I was wearing an American Apparel LGBTP tank top with booty shorts.
And so, taking all that in. They came to the door expecting a very polite white family, who lives in a very nice house. But…. Instead… They got me. A Christian, stoner, writer who doesn’t look like she’s a Christian at all…and who also doesn’t look like they could afford to rent such a nice house.
Myself, my roommate Jasen, my other roommate Jake, my mother, and my boyfriend William laughed about this for a long time.
So… I guess… Thank you, Jehova’s Witnesses. It was a pretty good Sunday, and I always love a good laugh.