We proceed. With My Beloved’s permission, because this one’s about him, not me.
Here he is, the tall, dark, and, uhm, HOT one. Keyboard player for their bitchen high school rock combo. I am not allowed to post the name of said bitchen high school rock combo. There are limits, people, to his love. Whenever I look at this picture, I gaze upon MB with a swoony high school girl’s eyes and then shudder when I realize that, had we known each other back then, we would not have known each other back then. I was a drama geek; he was a super hero of hotness, apparently. I would have been the girl just praying he’d say hi to me in the hall, busily over-analyzing any time he even blinked his eyes in my direction. And he would have been the guy who came to my show, hiding in the back row, because he had to write a report about it for English. (I just read that part to MB and got The Eye Roll.)
Oh, and during rigorous cross-examination regarding the matchy white pants, MB steadfastly claimed there were no “dude, what are you gonna wear” phone calls prior to this seriously rockin’ photo session, no deliberate snub of backwards cap guy. All righty.
But may I say that words cannot express how much the dude in front disturbs me. Please PLEASE cut your taco salad hair bowl. I cannot deal with you. You mar the experience of this photo. And stop looking at us with that look that presumes that we are all enraptured by your taco salad hair bowl.
I have to say I am in love, though, with the TOTALLY EXTREME EARNESTNESS of this bitchen rock combo. Look at them!
Awesome in the first degree!
and by backwards-cap guy, you mean Jeff Foxworthy?
MB must be about my age, because that photo encompasses every guy in my high school, including Dark Shirt Guy, who is rocking the Nike Cortezes.
And MB is a stone fox! Rawr!
OMG, I totally would not have thought myself worthy to approach these hotties in high school. I must know: were their songs about all the girls whose broken hearts they left in their wake???
I am dying laughing. That is the best photo I have ever seen.
It’s hilarious that bands feel the need to adopt the “serious look” when getting a band photo. You know that a few seconds before and immediately after the photo was taken they were cracking up.
Great shot!
sarah — He DOES look like Jeff Foxworthy! Hahaha! The mustache is killing me on him. The mustaches, in general, are killing me.
Kate — I know! Like, what?? Even back then, in addition to being, uhm, HOT, MB was a kindhearted, wonderful, funny fellow. (Or so I hear all the DAMN time when we go to his hometown for the holidays. You know, from all the chicks who wanted him to marry THEM. Who literally come out of the woodwork when HE’S in town …)
Still, I look at his old photos and always say, “You SO would have had NOTHING to do with me.”
Oh, and I’m brewin’ up a post for some day about how we met. And how the very first thing he said to me made me HATE him. I hated him. HIM!! The nerve on me to hate … all THAT!!
tracey – I am living for that post already. ha!!!
The only thing missing are the cool shades.
Lisa, nice catch on the Nike Cortez. The Izod and OP shirts are bringing back a flood of memories.
MB had the hair I could only dream of since I too was cursed with taco salad hair. To feather the salad was the ultimate challange.
Totally bitchin’ dude!
red — Hahaha! I need to get on that. I really thought he was an ass. And I never exaggerate or anything like that, so I’m sure he really WAS.
Oh, Brian. I’m sorry! “Feather the salad” … hahahaha!
It’s just … well, I don’t actually LIKE that guy — I met him once, years later. And his hair no longer looked like the tortilla shell of a taco salad, mainly because it was mostly gone.
I observe that, of all of them, your MB was Ultimate Bitchen – because he is the only one who didn’t need his instrument in the photo. He could have posed behind his keys, or amid them in Wakemanesque glory – but no.
Foxworthy can nurse his bass…
Let Crouching Singer, Hidden Talent cradle his git-box…
Blonde Stepchild can finger his drumstick…
I am MB, and I am so fargin’ badass kewl that I do not need my instrument in this photograph. The Music is IN me, and I have 99.44% of ALL the bitchen in this rock combo. Tremble, high school mortals.
Nightfly — HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!
I am actually CHOKING.
Oh, my – this may have knocked out my cold.
Please, please tell the story. I love “how we mets”!
Taco bowl hair guy? Remember the sensitive middle son in “Eight is Enough”? Looks like him.
Y’know, I tried to explain to my eldest daughter that she (Student Exec., drill team president, Most Beautiful Nominee) would only have known me (Latin Club, Literary magazine) to say hi to in the halls. I’d have been possible pals with her Orch Dork sister and BFF’s with her youngest sis (Latin Club, Drama tech).
She didn’t even have any friends nerdy enough for me to compare myself to. Interesting how this turns out.
HA HA HA HA!!! GREATNESS! I can’t wait to hear the “how we met” story.
Foxworthy? I thought the guy looked like an Emilio Estevez wanna be. But I see a little Foxworthy in there too.
“Feather the Taco Salad”. I’ll start laughing out loud the next time I order a taco salad. GUARANTEE it.
MB made white pants look cool. I remember those days. Barely.
Sal — Do you mean Willie Ames? Uhm, if you knew this guy you wouldn’t say that …. 😉