This is a Dorky Dorky Dorky thing.
This is a Mother Hen thing.
This is a Post That Doesn’t Necessarily Actually Need to Be Posted thing.
I’m not trying to go for a, “Back in high school I’d be hangin’ with Sam and Rado and Shaun” bullshit name-dropping “Behind the Music” thing.
I can’t say, “I can get you backstage.”
I can’t say, “I saw them all last week in my apartment for tempeh taco night.”
I can’t say, “All the guys pitched in to buy me a jukebox with all my favorite songs arranged in chronological order starting from when I fell in love with The Velvet Underground and ending with “Backstreets” by Bruce Springsteen because that’s the only song I wanted to hear last week LOLZ they’re so #sweet.”
None of that. Much less than that. Regardless, I’m proud. I just wanna tell the world, “I’m proud.”
I’m proud they never stopped. Impressed, really. Impressed because it was so long ago that I first heard a silly song about a Passport. Then a song about a Pumpkin Patch. Then Dog Day Afternoon was parodied [kind of] and Jesus was Fun Fun. I commented on every MySpace blog from afar because I was a fan and because I meant it and because I had nothing else to do between classes freshman year. I also requested they make me their tambourine girl, which never happened…
There were live shows. They were good and they were silly and sometimes they weren’t all that great because they were just boys. They kept going, though. They actually kept going, which is the best thing anyone with an idea can do.
Small places. Bigger places. Places of some notoriety and then smaller places. And it was a joke. And it was serious. And the songs got better and the shows got better and things changed and changed again.
A year ago someone put on some music and I said, “This is Foxygen,” and he said, “Yeah,” and I said, “Where the hell did you get this?” and he said, “iTunes,” so I went to iTunes and did the same thing, and it was weird, because for the first time I wasn’t getting the music from my younger brother or directly from one of the guys — the guys who were not at my apartment for tempeh taco night but have always been on my radar because Agoura Hills is a small place and we all have to grow up somewhere.
How the fuck did this happen? How the fuck did I sit down at my computer and find a way to watch them play at Coachella from hundreds of miles away? Because things have changed. Globally. Personally. Foxygenlly. You guys are great. You guys are among my favorites. You guys make me wanna be a better artist. You guys make it look easy.
Thank you. I’m proud of you. Stay hydrated.