reese roper is touring again.
i, for one was quite excited to hear the news.
along with david bazan, i have often attributed the former front man of mid-nineties ska band five iron frenzy as one of the most instrumental instrumentalist of my young life.
that is to say that he influenced me a great deal.
the way i dress, my sense of humour, hell, even the shoes i wear are partly because of him.
more importantly, reese was the first christian i ever heard who questioned certain practices and mind sets of the church.
he was also one of the very first people i ever heard speak out against certain mind sets and policies of america.
as a thirteen year old kid who had just given up his dream of becoming a professional puppeteer, reese roper became a psuedo-messiah.
giving an identity and a sense of cool to a hopeless, nerd child.
so when i heard that his new band would be playing in my very own town, i thought, "aint got nothing better to do" and decided to go.
he was playing at a youth group.
i havent been inside of a youth group since i decided to (maybe temporarily, maybe not) leave the ministy six months ago.
as i walked in, i became grateful of my half a year of solitude.
the room was filled, mostly with sixth graders, who all looked like they had had way more of their fill of pixie stix.
and they were still in that akward, tripping over stuff stage.
there were inadvertent mosh pits all over the place.
there were, of course, other reasons for casualty as well.
i remember, as a child, learning about deodorant six months or so after the time when i started to need it.
i learned that night that i was not alone.
the entire room smelled like a gym sock that was still being worn.
"hey, i want you to know that you guys smell really good"
it was reese.
the show was starting.
i was astonished by how good looking he was.
frat boy good looking, almost.
he was wearing a backwords hat, a captain america t-shirt and shorts.
on his elbow was a tattoo of what looked like the captain america sheild. above that was a tattoo of captain america himself. his shirt was pulled up enough to reveal what appeared to be captain america underwear.
what his fetish was with the suckiest of all super heros was, i will never know.
the show was good, and pretty much what i expected.
there was a song about an indy rocker who fell in love with a hippy chick.
and a bunch of other songs that i couldnt decipher due to all the distortion and all of the twelve year old girls screaming right next to me.
i did notice that jeff the girl (FIF fans will know who i am talking about. that is, if there is such a thing as a FIF fan anymore. at least daniel gets me.) was there as the merch chick.
she is much hotter in person.
and much more married as well.
when i first arrived at the show, i knew that it would eventually end up on here.
i thought about what i would write.
in my mind i envisioned me having this heart to heart with reese, with me telling him how great an influence he was and all about what i am doing now.
i then imagined him, taking my book and through his contacts in "the business" making me a millionaire over night.
instead, i left early and watched swing kids.
thus creating another entry that doesnt go anywhere.
8:41 p.m. - 2004-09-16
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