*Opens up Tumblr, Scrolls through dash*
Suddenly. I see a picture of Matt and Michael outside of Target. MikeandMattAdventures, then.
So it begins.
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*Opens up Tumblr, Scrolls through dash*
Suddenly. I see a picture of Matt and Michael outside of Target. MikeandMattAdventures, then.
So it begins.
Spring in Sepia with SPG and Abney Park last night was too much fun.
My parents were adorable at their first SPG concert. While we were waiting in line for the doors to open before the show, Michael Reed began to walk around the line. I pointed him out and my mother instantly became a flabbergasted fangirl. Should she talk to him? Should she ignore him? What's a guy like him doing just walking around?? She couldn't believe that he was so close, and so many times.
And then she took a creepy stalker photo of him taking a picture of the sky.
My father was very impressed with Michael Reed during the show. He didn't realize that so much of the instrumentals were just one person, and just how much went into it. It was pretty much all he would talk about for the rest of the night. If Michael ever comes out with an album of his own, my father will be the first to buy it.
So my parents went to an SPG show and walked out Michael Reed fans.
This was my third or fourth SPG show, and the guys recognize me a bit. It absolutely blew my mother's mind. It started with Michael Reed commenting on something I sent him once (Mom: "Does he remember you?! I think he remembers you!"), and was confirmed when we went up to meet Steve Negrete (Mum: "He definitely remembers you! Why does he remember you?!"). The bots recognized me as well, and boy was she thrilled.
The hot topic during breakfast today was why the band remembers me so well. I asserted it was because of my unforgettable personality, but they weren't having any of it. Eventually, we started looking at the pictures I took last night.
My father said, "Ah. This is why they remember you. Because you do things like this."