Who Will Save Your Soul? Not Jewel! Me!
One of the most painful sensations for me is to buy a new CD and fall in love with it while listening to it at work. Containing the excitement and joy can be excruciating. It’s sad to me that I’ll look around the room, dying to share my discovery with someone, and realizing not everyone feels the way I do about music. I accept it, but I don’t comprehend it.
It was worse for me in the days between college and my discovery of the “blog” world. It was worse for TheWifeToWhomI’mMarried, too. She was the sole recipient of my Fanboy riffs about Artist X or Album Y. Now I have an outlet and a forum for my gushing and cheerleading. Sort of.
Even with an outlet like the internet and forums like BC Magazine and COAF, I still feel sometimes like I’m talking to myself. I know, always the optimist.
I don’t write just to hear my own “voice” or to see my name and thoughts in print. I take to the page and keyboard to spread the Gospel and preach The Word. I’m not a writer, a blogger, or a critic. I’m an Evangelist and I’m here to save your righteous, white ass (or whatever color your ass may be because The Word is for us All, My Children! Besides, the phrase ‘righteous white ass’ sounds funny to me and makes me laugh).
When I take to the page, there is a mission and a goal. The mission is to pour my passion for whatever has stirred me into an article. The goal is that my passion will spur you to action. My words are a Call to Arms. I have Salvation for your sorry souls and all you have to do is send $15 (sometimes more) to the artist of my choosing at any given moment and Ye shall be Free!
Reverend Josh, as I’ll name this component of my multiple Fanboy personalities, doesn’t have a Messianic complex. The salvation he offers comes from having received The Power himself. I’m just a simple (the word humble was considered and scrapped) messenger. Do you believe? Repent of your ambivalence. Repent of your ignorance. Repent of your Christina Aguilera and Nickelback purchases lest music’s anger burn against ye. See The Light, my brethren, and seek it for The Light is good.
I don’t know why Mother’s Day turns me apocalyptic, but Happy Mother’s Day. Go buy your mom something by Glen Phillips.
Filed under: Fanboy Manifesto, Glen Phillips
