When I was maybe 15 years old, for whatever inexplicable reason, I got grounded. Now, this didn't happen all that often (lest you think me some sort of teenage miscreant), but it did happen and this instance of groundation was particularly painful. Warped Tour was coming to town and Matchbox 20 was one of the highlighted bands. As a semi-angsty teenager, I was drawn to their music and felt a kinship with the spirit of the songs—I often wished the real world would just stop bothering me, I had several long days, my sisters definitely wanted to push me around, and all I really wanted was to get it back to good. So, when my loving and all-wise mother absolutely refused to revoke my punishment to allow me to go to Warped Tour, I was devastated, embittered, and most likely forever scarred. But, last night, that old wound finally healed when my friends Brad and Shelly took me along to see Matchbox 20 –with Alanis Morisette. What more could I possibly have asked for? All the angsty music from my teenhood, with several of their newer songs speaking to the adult in me.
Best part of the night? Singing along at the top of my lungs to good music with good friends, and realizing that I don't feel all that angsty anymore—not even semi.