ofttimes i listen to bands without knowing what they look like. ofttimes i really like the bands i listen to. enough that i eventually google their faces. ofttimes when i see their faces, i think "but of course." kind of like the first day of relief society in a new ward when they make everyone stand up, introduce themselves, and say their major, and all the girls with perky smiles and fake flowers in their hair say "and my major is elementary ed!" and all the pony-tailed girls with floor-length denim skirts on simply mutter "physics."
i really like it when my preconceived notions match the truth, and even expect it sometimes. so when i googled colin hay last week because of his wonderful song s from garden state, i was expecting someone who looked how his music sounds to me: quiet, bearded, bashful, unassuming, and hermit-like. instead, i found this picture.
he is dead to me. forever.