My husband, the musician

I remember the summer of 95 when I would have wanted to begin every sentence with the phrase, "my boyfriend's in a band" or any phrase encompassing the words "boyfriend" or "band". Those were also the days when I was starstruck, and contemplated life as a groupie as my fall back career.

Four years later, jaded and de-glittered, I left the Athens music scene with no forwarding address. Now the phrase, "my boy/girlfriend's in a band" made me inwardly cringe. IQ points suddenly began to plummet whenever a new acquaintance allowed the phrase to pass between their lips. I rode my pretensious pony, complete with a neon banner that flashed, "I hate musicians!" Giddy-up!

Jonathan met me around the height of my disdain for all disciples of the Athens music scene. It's amazing we ever made it past our first conversation. I surprised myself when I offered him my email address for his band's mailing list. I was even more amazed when I didn't immediately receive an email from Jonathan about his band's upcoming performance. The awe was totally sealed when Soundtrack Mind belted out a cover of Tori's "Cornflake Girl."

And why was it sealed, you ask?

That I had stumbled upon a rarity - a true musician. Jonathan loved(s) music. Screw the scene, the politics, the pretensions...Jonathan was about the music. He seemed to be untouched by the Flagpole-pretension of the music scene. Fame would be nice to unplug from his 8-5, but other than that, he didn't have time for the b.s. of panels and popularity contests.

Fast forward several years...

Much to Athens loss, Jonathan's no longer playing as much as use to...but to my selfish gain, my rock star's at home with me. I don't miss the loneliness I felt when I saw Jonathan twice a week during his juggle of a daytime job and band practices and performances. With that said, I can't repress my excitement as I notice him picking up his guitar more and more everyday. My face hurts from my smile as he sings song after song almost every evening. I'm proud to share that my husband's band will be performing next weekend. If you are among the privleged few invited, you can also be graced with a performance this Saturday. Wow, I didn't even cringe.

The boyfriend's left the building...