¶ 2005-11-05 19:32:00 +0000
The first instance fell on 28 April 2004. I didnʼt go to the concert, but Chloë called me from the concert and I heard Death Cab live for the first time over a cell phone.
The second chance I had to hear, nay, experience this fine band, was 30 October 2004. This time I was at the concert in person. Chloë was there, too. It was incredible.
Death Cab concert number three came tonight. I wasnʼt even expecting it. I knew they were playing, I knew some of my friends would be there, but I just wasnʼt in the mood to fork out the dough this year. I was playing Star Wars: Republic Commando when I answered my phone and heard a familiar band playing on the other end.
It was so cool to hear Death Cab live again, even if the sound quality sucked. I also felt some unidentifiable emotion – a strange sort of disappointment, as far as I could tell – because it wasnʼt Chloë calling me from the concert. It was Christine, and sheʼs every bit as cool, but me and Death Cab for Cutie and Stubbʼs and Chloë have a history.
And somehow that makes a difference.