and the morning dove gets caught in a telephone wire

i used to listen to such shitty music. i will always remember how i was convinced that the guy from dashboard confessional knew exactly how i was thinking and feeling. i saw him a few years ago in new york. he was sitting by the christmas tree at rockefeller center, and it just so happened that i got to witness some guy proposing to his girlfriend who was completely taken aback by the entire situation. i spotted whatshisname across the crowd texting on his razor phone (this is when they were a hot commodity). i kept watching him as he began to cry. i wish i was making that up. i thought that he was just going along with the whole oh woe is me emotional thing, but he cried? maybe he knew the people. i'm not sure if i would cry if i witnessed a friends proposal.

i wonder if myspace.com had existed back in the day what would have come of it. because it seems to me that the "emo kid" trend just sort of merged with the "scenester" thing which has become pretty hip. their hair still points either east or west, and they do that spastic move to get the hair out of their eyes, the tight t-shirts and girl pants remained, but nowadays it just seems as if everyone in that scene of obscure music is identified by their myspace "names." what the fuck?