An Open letter to Aaron Marsh, formerly of Copeland
Dear Aaron,
I have thought a lot about all of the things I would or could say to you if given the chance. Not a wasted chance like the time I met Jimmy Eat World, mind you. This began when I heard your single for your new solo work, and I sort of liked it but the comments on Youtube really got me thinking. I love a lot of bands and am deeply connected to a lot of songs-I am a music lover, after all. But I have only ever been so moved by music as when I was in a band. Copeland is the only band, and you are the only singer/songwriter, who has consistently left my heart aching. From the first time I heard the jazzed up acoustic version of "Coffee" that my boyfriend gave me when we first started dating, I felt a tug on my heartstrings that is still there many years later. Copeland has been THE soundtrack to my life for the last three and a half years and in many times, it's been my heartbeat when I felt like I had none. I had the pleasure and blessing to be at the Copeland farewell show in Dallas in April, 2010. It was the first concert that my young son would attend, when he was nothing more than spine and a heartbeat. If I say that Copeland is in his blood, I would not be lying. When he cried, late at night, when he was over tired or hungry from a growth spurt, he could only be calmed by his father or me singing "Brightest". I can't even describe how listening to "California" when I was pregnant made me burst into tears on the way to a job interview. I am finally writing this "letter" because I had another emotional fit just two days ago while listening to "Love Affair" while driving to work. I feel the tug every so often, with just enough pull to make me sit down. The same songs, the same albums, the same voice, and drums, and basslines, continue to pull at me in a way that is almost preternatural, something out of my control.
I am in love and heartbroken all at the same time, wishing that I could hear the voice just again, playing songs over and over. Just thought you should know.
Oh yes, and here you are at the top of my list.
I have thought a lot about all of the things I would or could say to you if given the chance. Not a wasted chance like the time I met Jimmy Eat World, mind you. This began when I heard your single for your new solo work, and I sort of liked it but the comments on Youtube really got me thinking. I love a lot of bands and am deeply connected to a lot of songs-I am a music lover, after all. But I have only ever been so moved by music as when I was in a band. Copeland is the only band, and you are the only singer/songwriter, who has consistently left my heart aching. From the first time I heard the jazzed up acoustic version of "Coffee" that my boyfriend gave me when we first started dating, I felt a tug on my heartstrings that is still there many years later. Copeland has been THE soundtrack to my life for the last three and a half years and in many times, it's been my heartbeat when I felt like I had none. I had the pleasure and blessing to be at the Copeland farewell show in Dallas in April, 2010. It was the first concert that my young son would attend, when he was nothing more than spine and a heartbeat. If I say that Copeland is in his blood, I would not be lying. When he cried, late at night, when he was over tired or hungry from a growth spurt, he could only be calmed by his father or me singing "Brightest". I can't even describe how listening to "California" when I was pregnant made me burst into tears on the way to a job interview. I am finally writing this "letter" because I had another emotional fit just two days ago while listening to "Love Affair" while driving to work. I feel the tug every so often, with just enough pull to make me sit down. The same songs, the same albums, the same voice, and drums, and basslines, continue to pull at me in a way that is almost preternatural, something out of my control.
I am in love and heartbroken all at the same time, wishing that I could hear the voice just again, playing songs over and over. Just thought you should know.
Oh yes, and here you are at the top of my list.