Maybe it's just me...

I recently had the opportunity to see my favorite musical artist, Butch Walker, perform at a bar.  It was pretty much amazing.  It's kind of a blessing and a curse that I love Butch so much.  You see, he's not well known in these here parts.  Which is nice because it earns one "cool points" to love someone that no one else has ever heard of.  And then when he does perform here you get an amazing, intimate setting, because he couldn't exactly fill up a stadium here.  But it's a curse because he doesn't show up here too much.  Why would he?  There are a million other places he could go to play to a lot more adoring fans.  I really hoped, given the intimate setting, that I would have the opportunity to meet the guy.  I met him once many many years ago (the beginning of the obsession), but haven't had a chance since I've discovered his art (not just the hotness that a teenage girl focuses on-- who cares if he writes thought-provoking lyrics? He's dead sexy!).  Well, unfortunately, it didn't happen this time.  That's alright, I still got a great show, even if I have no "me & Butch" photos to post on my Facebook.  But it got me to thinking...  what would I say to him if given the chance?

There are so many "your music changed my life" cliched kind of things.  All of them would be true, but that's not really the most biggest thing I would want to tell him.  I COULD tell him about how dead sexy he is and how I would make his baby if he wanted me to, but I'm pretty sure he's heard all that before.  What I would REALLY want to tell him (and what would really ensure that I would not be getting freak-nasty with any rockstars that night) is that when my boys were babies, I sang his songs to them every day.  The first song either of them ever danced to was "Freak of the Week."  My two and four year olds recognize his voice when it comes on.  They can sing along to the more appropriate music.  Some of my favorite memories with my children involve his music.  One day when my kids are grown and they remember the good things about their childhood, at least a couple of those things will involve Butch Walker.

So what I would tell Butch is not how cool I think he is, or how much I love his music, or how happy he makes me.  It's how cool my kids think he is, how much they love his music...  OK, and how happy he makes me.  Does it make me SO OLD that, if I had the opportunity to speak to this particular rockstar, I would talk about my children?  Probably.  Maybe it's better that I DIDN'T get that opportunity.