Memory #1

New Series Warning:

I am going to attempt to implement a new weekly post, starting with this one…

My iPod has been broken for about a year now and by broken I mean it isn’t recognized by my computer when I plug it in, so I can’t add or delete any songs. Thus I am left with the same songs that I’ve had on it since my sophomore year of college.

This is a disclaimer, but let me make it clear that I’m not ashamed to say that I used to listen to New Found Glory and I’m not even embarrassed to admit that I still listen when a song pops up on the pod now and there.

“Broken Sound” off their Nothing Gold Can Stay album came on this afternoon when I was at work. I can’t listen to this song without flashing back to the good ole’ BJ Yhetti days; my memory was flooded with an image of Jocie hunched over with her Slash-like hair hanging lifelessly in front of her face while the slow, sad intro to this song would stream out of her peach-colored Danelectro.

It was a running joke, and a partially true statement, that whenever Joss played this song we would say “Oh Joss must be sad” and then laugh when she got pissed that we said it again. It was as if the song was a musical representation of her emotions, just like when that fricken’ old tiny keyboard of the Johnson’s would project the moods of the “hypothetical retarded/mute Teta character” by playing “Ode to Joy.”

I know this is all very inside jokey, but I hope the friends appreciate it.

In case this little anecdote didn’t do it for you, maybe this will.