Since the start of The Obsession she has been an enthusiastic supporter, patient listener of all my Brandon Flowers facts, and cheerleader of all my crazy ass Crush Crafts (which she actually named – so tmMom!) She likes the band and has been listening to stuff I burned for her and watching stuff I send her (and Live from Royal Albert Hall, twice.)
But what is really cool is my mom has gone from being Victimised to be a Victimiser! This started on Christmas Eve when our usual tradition of watching something Christmas-y after stuffing our face with appetizers and trifle, was hi-jacked by her suggestion that we show our friend Karen “a little Killers” stuff. Well I don’t ever watch just a “little Killers” so in went RAH, then the DVR library of videos and performances from Palladia.
I wasn’t even having to volunteer much, she was chiming in with facts and stories all on her own! And it worked like a charm – Karen walked into the night with a handful of my CD’s and promises from me to make her some more.
This past week her friend was celebrating a birthday. I had already suggested she get her Day and Age but she wanted to know what songs were on each album. Later she emailed that she had gone with RAH because she wanted her friend to get the “full effect” of the band and the music! My mom’s a little pusher! I love it!
This weekend while roadtripping we listened to – three guesses (first two don’t count, OK there was some U2 in there, of course) and at one point in the weekend she was standing over me singing All These Things I’ve Done. I told my girls “I bet I could get her to watch RAH again” and shortly after that she said “we should watch RAH again soon.”
MY MOM = MADE OF AWESOME
Not that any of this surprises me. The Killers are awesome and she and I share a lot of the same musical tastes. But what is really cool about it is that she’s the reason I’m an obsessive like this. She herself is an obsessive and when I was growing up – whatever I was into – Duran Duran, Rick Springfield – she either shared in the love with me, or she fully supported it. She never made me feel dumb for loving something so much or belittled it. She made it feel OK to indulge in the things I love and made me silly themed gifts, brought me to stores to get imports and magazines, and took me to concerts.
It is a very big reason I’m crazy like this – my loves were always accepted so I feel confident in being open about my craziness – and this blog is sure as hell proving to me that the world is filled with others just as wacky as I am about bands, music, TV shows, and cute (often shirtless) boys!
So for that I think my mom deserves a little Dave Keuning or as she is now calling him: “My boy Dave”: