I finally received my pre-order of Kill Hannah's new album Wake Up The Sleepers, In stores as of October 29th.
It's UHHmazing, but of course I didn't expect anything less.
*cough* Buy it. *cough*
The CD, the signed Pre-Invasion Letter to The Troops, and the individual song art covers.
Having learned that Eve is a Kill Hannah fan I have decided to make her jealous. Just kidding... mostly I just wanted an excuse to post these as well as take a moment to jog down memory lane.
My Curse of Kill Hannah CD signed in '06 & my Hope for the Hopeless Tour DVD signed '09.
These are the only two band photos I can find of the last time I saw them live. (Still kicking myself for not being able to catch them during the Hope for the Hopeless Tour last year.) Consequences of the move, I guess.
That second picture not only houses a very rare documentation of my natural hair color, but a funny story as well.
Notice the face? For the longest time I hated this picture. You see, this was my second Kill Hannah show in as many days and when I asked Mat for a photo, being the genuinely sweet person he seems to be, he of course agreed. What I didn't count on was him asking me if I'd be coming to their next show, too.
I've never been the girl who holds onto the idea that someone will remember me two seconds after I've left their presence. I've been in line with "that girl" for shows and I've never really understood the idea that the guys are supposed to remember me. They see hundreds of girls. I imagine at some point we all just blend together. I REALLY don't understand the girls who get bent out of shape over it. I was surprised he had remembered me when it had been only the night before so I can't see what kind of mentality makes you think that a guys a jerk because he doesn't remember signing your left boob three months ago...
Anyway, that's what my face is. Rachel snapped the picture just as my awkward teenage girl brain tried to formulate sentence structure enough to state something along the lines of "... umm... maybe".
I hated this photo, tongue stuck to the side of my teeth like an idiot, but now when I look at it I can't help but smile, just a little. It's a sweet memory. Kill Hannah is one of my all time favorite bands, they are heinously under-appreciated, the mere fact that these boys don't own the world by now while throw away static pop continues to hit platinum is quite frankly the devil. That being so, I'll probably cherish this photograph forever.
Silly, little girl that I am.
Now, if you excuse me, I have neighbors to wake.