In anticipation

I spent another day with Jonney, and let me propose this rhetorical question: Is it possible to be totally amazed by one person so much that you kind of wish you could just live with them and then you'd never have to awkwardly get out of their Jeep and not really want to leave? Yeah, that's totally rhetorical and non-specific.

I'm left speechless by Jonney's ability to be awesome and rad at everything. He solved my Rubik's cube (and I mean that literally, that's not like a euphemism for hot sex) in like three minutes. And he rocked out all these wicked riffs on guitar, both modern and classical. There is not one thing that could take my mind off of him right now. I can honestly say that today was another one of the awesome, incomparable days.

I don't know if I mentioned in the last post that I got two of my internet orders that day. Two! That's like, a probability equation that my feeble mind can't comprehend. Then today, I got my stuff from American Apparel, including the most comfortable pair of pants ever. These pants are never leaving my body. They're California fleece in this really muted army brown color, and that description doesn't do them justice. The insides are as soft as sunlight. The fit is so relaxed I just want to take a nap. I'll probably end up wearing these pants to bed in the winter and then just throwing on a shirt and jacket to go to school. These are the best pants.

Plus, we have a show at Cafe Marmalade tomorrow that hopefully won't suck. Sometimes I get really down on myself and I just want to be able to say things like "fuck it, we'll probably end up crashing" but I know I can't, because I'll start to believe it. Going into a show, I have to acknowledge that I'm going to work at it and that we will do well. That takes some of the stress out of it. If I can just tell myself that we are a technically sound band, then that's enough. All I have to do is put in my share of the energy and performance, and we're solid. Of course, we've never gotten to the point where we high-five in back before the show and yell, "WOLVERINES!" Though that would be a good idea. Nor have we gotten to the point where we say, "We changed people's lives tonight."

I mean, that's not really our goal. I don't think. It's not mine. I don't really want to change people's lives, but I want to become a part of it. Like, I don't need people to live for our music (unlike My Chemical Romance! -rimshot-), or follow us from city to city (unlike the Grateful Dead! -rimshot-) but I want people to hear us and then want to pass us on, like a good restaurant or mono. The day I can overhear someone say to a friend, "I hear Samson and Goliath has a show. Dude, you need to see them," that'll be the day I'll consider myself a success. Not when we get on the cover of a magazine or play Saturday Night Live, though both are goals, but the day people are talking about us, that's when we'll be successful to me.

So, in anticipation of tomorrow's show, this is me saying that I hope you'll be there, sharing with us all the good moments and the forgotten lyrics.