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LAST THURSDAY: It’s easy to dismiss Dashboard Confessional, now that we’re older and (maybe) wiser, and, to tell you the truth, a little less honest. It’s easy to brush them off as something you listened to when you were younger, and nursing a heart broken by silence and distance, or because you didn’t know any better.
But if I may be honest, just this one time, to tell you the truth, that night was incredible. Because I was suddenly sixteen again, and in love again, and beautiful and fragile and angry and sad and fearless and full. And I could quote American Beauty or Catcher in the Rye or a handful of songs or The Perks of Being a frakking Wallflower, but I won’t, because they feel like tired comparisons. Yes, we know the world is so beautiful, your heart feels like it will cave in, and that you are starting to miss everybody, and that you feel infinite, and so on. It felt a little bit like traveling back through time, to meet somebody I used to know but left behind.
I didn’t go to the show because I still listened to Dashboard Confessional a lot, or because I still followed their career, because I really don’t. I went because I knew how much it would have meant to the me, five, six years ago.
And it was great, because for a little while, I felt like I was on fire, and that I was brave again.
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