I want a Skrillex & Meloy buddy cop movie right now.
“He rides a plasma-powered technobike, he rides a dirigible…”
I cannot watch the Grammys tonight because my lack of cable is a remnant of my jobless period.
So it’s up to you, internet, to provide me with GIFs of any Colin Meloy appearances. He’s there. I’ve seen Twitpics.
OKAY I LOVE GIFS NOW SO WHAT
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Colin Meloy by Steve Hopson on Flickr.
I am a sucker for a jaunty bandana. What is wrong with me?!
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W-w-w-wallpaaap-p-p-per need hi-res
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Oh iPhoto, flattery.
What Gayversary of mine would be complete without pictures of Colin Meloy? He’s definitely one of the guys I had a crush on for longer than I’ve been out (I recall wanting to go to see the Decemberists in Nashville, probably before Picaresque was released, just because I thought Colin was cute; I was “straight” then). When I moved to New York and decided to stop denying this perfectly okay thing about myself, I…celebrated it by putting pictures of Colin on my wall. Yes, like a 12 year old girl. But whatever, it’s how I expressed this new thing that I could not express at all previously. It also didn’t hurt that the band released The Crane Wife almost right after I moved here; it was very easy to get all head over heels for Colin since he was everywhere. And it’s almost cartoonish how much he embodies my type of man. These are pictures I took of him when he came to New York on his solo tour back in April 2008.
SO MUCH
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