Love
Man I really forgot about love for a while there.
A good friend of mine (well not really, just this awesome dude I know) got engaged at this show I played at on Thursday. It's this real grimey college bar where dude's have popped collars, and polos, and khakis, and teva sandals, and white baseball caps that say COCKS on them. We'll you get the point.
So my friend, Joey, he plays guitar, really incredibly well, for Gasoline Heart. And they're playing a great set, really, considering the circumstances it was a great set and I was having a great night. (I played some songs solo and then the Kings came up for a couple and did an awesome job, without any practice.) So it comes down to the last song and no one told me that Joey was going to propose.
Lou passes Joey the only good vocal mic and he starts to sing. And when I say sing, I mean sing. Not that semi-attitudinal growl that most of us get away with, or a dylan-esque mumble, or some nasally squeel that I can't stand, but SINGING, really singing! Joey has the best voice I've heard in a long time, it's going to take all of 2006 to beat it. He's singing this song "Tupelo Honey" and it's great and heartfelt and maybe that's a big part of why it was so good. After the second verse or so, Joey steps down and I think he's just gonna dance with his girl. Already, I'm blown away. Part of that was me fully utilizing a $25 bar tab.
So Joey pulls out a ring, and proposes. She says yes.
And in this most unlikely of places, floor covered with the stickiness of spilt jager bombs, soirority girl vomit, and frat boy fights of years past, there was love. And it was real.