Bit of a random topic to bring this thread back to life with, but I started delving into AFI's 90's output because I sorta realized that other than the All Hallows EP, I never got into the band, because when I got into that EP for being involved with Tony Hawk and then when they got more popular with their early 00's output with songs like Miss Murder, and it was more...emo and dropping the more punk vibe, I just had no interest in the band and otherwise never listened to anything else other than that single EP.
Davey destroyed the punk scene.
I'm being facetious, of course. Early AFI was and still is the shit, with their horror punk–oriented albums being my absolute favorites; however, I stopped listening after "Decemberunderground", which I liked if I'm being honest, but I drifted away from the band and didn't bother to listen to anything else from them. Actually, with the aforementioned and "Sing the Sorrow", they're the only "emo" band I've ever listened to. And mind you, that's not a dig at them, as I find those two albums worth a listen.
Anyone else had that? You got obsessed with something specific from a band, maybe a song or one album, and you just never realized they had a bunch of other great stuff till later on? I often have the thing where I'll get hooked on a single song or two, but the rest of the band's output does little for me and that's just how it stays, but never have I just been like "Oh, there's like 4 sick albums I just never got into for no real reason" lol
I've obsessed over bands for sure, especially when it comes to certain albums or songs, but never to the point where I focus on one thing from them and ignore the rest; on the contrary, I tend to try and get as much from their output as possible, especially when discovering them for the first time. Or at least I did back then, when I was more active when it came to music, as nowadays I rarely go out of my comfort zone, as hardly anything entices me to do so.
Non sequitur, or maybe not given the context of the conversation, but this reminded me of a time long ago when my mother threw away a Bad Religion t-shirt I had, the black one with just their logomark/emblem, because, you know, a prohibition sign pressed against a "crucifix" must mean my son is a satanist or something. I remember asking her about it because I wanted to wear the shirt one day and couldn't find it, to which she replied with the ever-so-trite "I don't know what you're talking about", which I knew without a doubt was bovine manure. So, given that I knew that she knew what I was indeed talking about, but since I didn't want to go through the whole ordeal that is "mother discussions over nothing" while still feeling a bit snarky, I simply told her to let me know next time she wanted to throw anything else that I had paid for so that I could then charge her the money I spent first before the trashing. Granted, saying that didn't exactly go well because "nothings" were in fact discussed, but she understood what I meant. That was ages ago. Growing up, she was never a restrictive parent, and she on occasion loses even her own things, which one could say is what happened, but given she's quite religious—albeit not overly, for clarity's sake—I'm sure having seen the shirt gave her the wrong impression, even though the way she went about it was antipodal to her whole persona.
By the way, and this is just an observation, so there's no need to take it to heart or anything, but you type "lol" quite a lot. ...Well, I guess we could mark that as the actual non-sequitur.
