Tomorrow, or rather today, is the matt pond PA show in Philly. I can't be there but I've emailed Matt and he's on board for playing a song request for the boyface as long as it's on the set list and if he isn't playing it he will still tell him I say hello even though I can't be there with him. It's a surprise. Sort of. I kinda ruined it by telling him I had something planned and he probably sees it coming. Either way I'm excited to hear about it. I hope that he will be playing Specks even though I'd rather he play Is it Safe. I figure he's a lot more likely to play newer songs. Either way I figure it's the thought that counts.

I've come to the realization that no one I know comes to this website. I come here often to look up lyrics to my favorite songs to see what other people think about them. I have this idea that songs, no matter their intended meaning, can mean something far more to the individual. This idea of great meaning (intentional, implied or otherwise) in songs is starting to get to me. I hear them and instantly give them an attachment or connection to someone, some place, some event in life be it good or bad. I'm starting to ruin seemingly great music by tacking these attachments and meanings to them. I think I'm just being bitter. I suppose that's what makes music so powerful and moving but sometimes I don't want to think of the worst moments in my life when I listen to my favorite songs. It's a double edged sword and oh dear how it hurts.