I’m not ready yet, but I still have time.
They’re in the studio recording their second album. That’s got to take a while, right? And I’m sure they haven’t even planned their North American tour yet.
But when they finally come to my town, I’ll be ready.
“The Birthday Massacre…meet Portland.” I’d say as they hop out of their diesel tour bus.
Maybe they’ll even let me drive them around town in a rental van before the show. I’d make charming conversation while pointing out all the interesting places to shop and eat, but secretly I’d be hoping they’ll see all the posters I’ve scattered across town. I wait with baited breath as they compliment me - that way it’ll seem less rehearsed when I feign flattery.
After a few hours of sight-seeing we’ll end up at the Shanghai Tunnel for dinner. I hope they like noodles. And being from Canada, I’m not sure if they’ll be expecting to drink Koakane - they’ll just have to deal with PBR.
Regardless, I still have plenty of time to do my research.
We’ll talk and have a swell time until they politely leave to get ready for the show.
Later, when they take the stage it’ll all be worth it. Like me, the crowd will be mesmerized, and afterwards none of the tracks on their new CD will ever compare to that perfect moment in time.
How do I know? I just feel it.
I won’t be the only one. Millions of fans can’t be wrong. And that’s how many they’ll have by then. Maybe it’ll be the article Alternative Press magazine that does it. Maybe their new music video helped.
It won’t matter to them. They’re all about the fans, and the music. They’ve been adored from a far long enough. They’ll know because every town they visit will have people like me, playing their music and spreading the word.
Each of us getting our town ready for The Birthday Massacre.
Mine isn't ready yet, but I still have time.


[originally posted 04/03 - archived to blog 10/05]