Mark and I almost never do gifts on Valentines Day… we have a fantastic dinner and tell each other how crazy happy the other one makes us, and then we go home and curl up with our little dog, just like every other night.
But this year he surprised me and came home with two shiny, not at all new records (vinyl I mean… the good stuff). He knows how obsessed I am with their sound and how much I want to build our collection, but because life is busy I’ve barely gotten a start… so that sweet sweet man who knows me so well brought me two albums from two of my very favorites… Bob Dylan and Freddie Mercury. The boys are an offbeat pair, but to me… they are perfection. I’ve been listening to the two albums over and over since and on vinyl my god those voices… they really do shine.
But these days — and this is where I take a bit of a left turn, hang with me now — I can’t help listening to Freddie without thinking of another big band with a voice and a sound that is eerily reminiscent — also a band that I literally cannot stop listening to while out on runs, I think I could just play Some Nights on repeat and run forever and ever (no shame here, I’ll own it).
And I probably wouldn’t know it were it not for their enormous recent success, but Fun. is a self-described “second chance band” (there’s the point… I promised I’d get there).
All of the band’s members had long previous careers, with varying degrees of success before finally, years later, making it really big.
It’s a little funny to make this whole big analogy out of such a simple thing, but having the courage to hang in there is hard. It helps to remember that for some folks… after a ton of time and a ton of hard work… it finally does click.
I’m still waiting for the click. But it’s stories like this that keep me going. This is what I remind myself of when I’m feeling discouraged or down… because really, one day could come someday.
Unless I give up, that is. Then there’s no chance at all.