Just another seven days to go now.
I thought I am not one to care much about leaked albums, but here I am, trying to hold off the temptation for as long as I can. It has been sitting quietly in my hard drive for a few days now, and to be honest, I am not sure if this pointless exercise makes any difference at all.
Because I would still buy the album despite the killer shipping charges that come up to more than a dime; worry if and when it will arrive safely intact as punishment without crime; then listen to it from start to finish, every single fucking time.
Because I would still get a ticket to see them even if it means I may have to drive across town to secure a front row seat; hug it out with other like-minded fans in a hot and sweaty mosh pit; or wait a full ten hours just to watch the band dance onstage like prancing ants for less than a minute.
Because I would still let you into my life: wholeheartedly, immeasurably and for eternity.
So, yes – just take my money, please.
I do not know about you, but answer me this: what if you died today not knowing the true beauty of “Humiliation”, or be embraced by the unforgiving force that is “Graceless”?
I was a television version of a person with a broken heart.