I might be the most pathetic person on earf.
I listen to a lot of bands that aren't, what's the word, "popular." But that doesn't stop me from gushing like a little school girl when I see them.
I'll be one of ten people at a show and yet when it is over and the singer is sitting at the bar I'll stare at him like he is some kind of zoo animal. I would shove Brad Pitt down to get a handshake from Craig Finn. Megan Fox would have to hold my beer as I gushed over Tift Merritt. I stood next to Jason Isbell in a record store one time and got so awkward I didn't realize I was holding an Abba record.
I'm about one step away from asking the homeless guy that plays the bongos on my street for an autograph and a picture. It is totally going to be my Facebook profile picture. I can't believe he touched my hand!!! I'm never washing it again.
Which brings us to the Hold Steady concert last night. While talking to The Lady Friend about my love for all things Hold Steady, I compared it to her favorite band, U2.
Me - "Seeing the Hold Steady for me is like when you get to see U2."
Lady Friend - "Except for the part where I have dirty thoughts about the lead singer."
Me - *Blink*
Lady Friend - "My boyfriend is a groupie."