Third Eye Blind (3EB) was my angst band of choice in college. Their songs -- noisy and catchy, dark and suicidal-- appealed to me somehow, though I was certainly none of those.
In any case, I couldn't pass up the chance to see them in person. That was how, on the last day of July, I found myself crammed amidst scores of screaming/sweating teenagers. Right, teenagers. (How they could relate to songs that became popular before they hit their tweens is beyond me.) It was in this cover of raging hormones, youthful exuberance abandon that I found my excuse to do some serious head-bobbing, jumping, and of course screaming along to their songs.
It felt like a part of my "semi-charmed" life (well the last decade anyway) has come full circle.
(Photos courtesy of Penpen Locarinas)
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