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| Dear David Crowder,
This story is written in attempt to make you feel badly for me, a loyal fan, and, in turn, possibly 'help a brother out', as you will see.
AN INTRODUCTION:
Once upon a time, my older sister worked for EMI CMG. She would at times, as one can imagine, 'hook a brother up' with tickets for shows. My most common request was for tickets to see you, David Crowder*Band. She got a couple tickets for me to take our little brother for his birthday once. She also got me a few tickets to take some friends to see you with the amazing Mac Powell and company in Fort Wayne, IN. This is where the story begins.
THE STORY:
It was a warm summer evening, and my roommate and myself headed over to pick up the youth pastor I worked with, and a future friend (for we had not yet met until then, leaving us not yet friends until the point of meeting, which was yet to come when we picked them up). The picking up was successful and we left our humble abode in Warsaw, IN, and headed for The Fort. We arrived in time to pick up our tickets, which my older sister, the one from EMI CMG, had so graciously requested for us to see you and the amazing Mac Powell and company in concert. When I opened the envelop with the tickets, I was astonished to see 4 tickets and 4 'Meet and Greet' passes in the envelop. I had not expected 'Meet and Greet' passes. I was exuberant at the thought of spending some time with David Crowder*Band and the amazing Mac Powell and company before the concert. The youth pastor that I worked with read the passes and found that we needed to arrive at least a half hour early to use the passes. The problem was we had arrived only a few minutes early and would, therefore, not be able to use the passes, which we so graciously received at my older sister's requesting from EMI CMG, and which we didn't know we would be receiving. We were deeply saddened and our hearts fell. The show was enjoyable, but the thought that we could have spent precious time with David Crowder*Band and the amazing Mac Powell and company before concert was weighing heavily upon us. It was a sad day.
HOPE:
But there is hope! I have visited your website and have taken note that you are playing in Elkhart, IN, on June 19th. This brings joy to my heart. For, you see, this is only but a short distance from my current residence at 1817 Sunset Dr. in Warsaw, IN 46580. I would love to attend this show. I hope to attend this show. (And now the proposition/pathetic begging part...) If for some reason you should like to send me some kind of backstage passes, 'Meet and Greet' passes, or the sort, I will promise you that I will show up to use them on time this time.
SOME CONVINCING:
I have noticed that since I requested the playing of Miley Cyrus song 'See You Again' and your fulfilling of this dream of sorts, this video, of you playing Miley Cyrus song 'See You Again', has 'hit the web'. It is gaining popularity. Your fans love it. This can be seen by the 90 comments on that post. Truly, I have made you popular. Even famous, quite possibly. In the words of Pedro, if you would be so kind as to send me passes to come back stage with you before the June 19th show in Elkhart, IN, 'all of your wildest dreams will come true'. We can play Miley and do lots of cool stuff.
And for a little extra enjoyment: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Blw8G5FiCY
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| There's not much I can say at this point. David, David Crowder that is, has truly delighted my heart. He has heard me and he has listened to the longings of my heart. This is true. And it has brought me joy. I think we, David Crowder and I, have a connection. Right now, I would say it is a connection of the heart. Soon, it could be a personal connection.
David, you should come over and hang out some time. We could sing Miley together. And do lots of other cool stuff.
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| I deeply enjoyed reading David Crowder's xanga blog just the other day. It was interesting, dare I say, odd, but I enjoyed it. Possibly because it was possibly related somehow to mathematics. Although, it could also be said to resemble a GRE (which I'm about to take sometime soon) question from the english/verbal section. The part of his blog that I enjoyed the most, however, was the CD he was listening to. He was listening to a karaoke CD, and, specifically, Miley Cyrus. Now, one of my roommates at Purdue University recently downloaded the most recent Miley CD and enjoyed playing the song "See You Again" quite loudly. All the time. Somehow, I could see David, David Crowder that is, playing this song, "See You Again". It's a very catchy song with a good beat. I think David could pull it off. I would quite enjoy hearing him play it, and I would find it very entertaining. I let him know this in a comment on his xanga. He enjoyed my comment and found the thought of playing "See You Again" also to be quite entertaining. This, you see, earned me the "favorite comment" award (I like to think of it as an award) on his blog.
David - you should think about passing on some kind of award for the winner of the favorite comment. I think I speak for many when I say that this would be entertaining. Oh, and I'm terribly sorry that murlough23 did not like the idea of you selling a new version of your latest CD. And, in fact, if you would like to send me a copy, I (unlike him) would greatly appreciate it and enjoy it and find it pleasurable to listen to.
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| I've been enjoying reading David Crowder's xanga the last month or so. He updates every other day sometimes and once a week at others. It's always something pretty fun and light hearted, and he's a great writer and story teller. This may be why his lyrics are so good.
On another note, I've had some interesting interactions with guys outside the frat next door this past week. First of all, you must understand that this is Grand Prix week. This is the biggest party week on campus, not that all of us get to enjoy the fun. But it is a time to enjoy the weather, be it sunny and warm, and a time to relax before cracking down for finals. Now my schedule puts me walking in front of this previously mentioned frat about the same time of day and about 3 times a day, everyday, in each direction. In the morning there generally hasn't been anyone up and sitting outside on their tall benches in the front yard, but generally around lunch time and in the evening when I walk down to the co-rec the benches are occupied. I must also mention that along with the partying comes the alcohol consumption, which need not wait till the party starts at, say, around 11 o'clock tuesday through saturday of this Grand Prix week. Well it just so happens that numerous times guys are out throwing a football along the sidewalk as I pass by. Now one given day, as I walked by, one called out to me. "Hey! HEY!" I of course turned around wondering what was going on. He motioned that he desired to throw the football to me, and before I had the opportunity to accept or decline the ball had been released from his grip and the laws of physics were carrying it my way. Well, slightly out in front of me actually. Far enough out in front that, although I could get my hands on the ball, I was sadly, unable to grasp it. I picked it up off the street and tossed it back. End of story. Wrong.
About 1 hour later, I was on my way to the co-rec, and, of course, had to pass in front of said frat. As I passed by, the voices called out again, "Hey you!" I turned and, once again, the throwing motion was made. Now I don't wear my normal shoes in the co-rec to work out. I carry along some basketball shoes that I've had for a while to put on when I get there. This keeps me from tracking in mud on rainy days, etc. I raised my hands and said that my hands were full (basketball shoes in one hand, ID card in the other). However, once again, the slight amount of alcohol in his system didn't help his judgment. The ball passed over my head and as I turned to attempt the catch with full hands, it was again out of reach. I picked it up and tossed it back, slightly disappointed that I had failed twice now, despite the circumstances.
But there was redemption. The next day when I passed by on my way to the co-rec, hands full once again. One of the guys called out to me, "Hey man! Try again? You dropped two yesterday." This sounded more like a challenge. Of course, I wasn't given the option of a response and the football was sent my way. This time I caught it, hands full and all! Cheers roared. Well, maybe not. But it was success.
On friday I was passing by again on my way back from class. One of my football buddies, most certainly drunk, call out, with football in hand, "HEY! HEY! Football guy!! Ready?! Ready?!" (I had to laugh inside. I'm not sure why I had become the chosen "football guy", but I was. It was possibly something of a privilege. I also chuckle at the fact that it seems everything is repeated twice when drinking in the warm sun and when very excited. I don't know the reason for this, but it was the case multiple times throughout this new football receiver career of mine). I caught the pass again. Now came my turn to have some fun. Especially given his current condition. I held the football, ready to throw, as I walked along the sidewalk, faking from time to time. "You ready?" I asked. "Yea! Yea! Come on!" was the muffled response as he moved along with me, solo cup in his mouth, knees bent, and hand out in front ready to catch. Frankly, he looked ridiculous. "What if I throw it up high? Can you jump high?" "Yea, I can jump high, man! I can jump high!" As we moved along, he nearly ran into a tree. Finally I threw the ball out in front of him to lead him, Knute Rockne style. It fell to the ground and rolled down the small hill back to me. "AWW! Man!" he shouted. "I was leading you! Come on, Tiger. You gotta be a little faster!" I replied. He insisted that he was fast. The others joined in, calling out to agree to his exceptional speed. I didn't believe it (he was probably 6'0", 300lbs). I tossed the football again and he caught it. A soft fifteen foot pass is pretty easy to catch.
I am the "football guy".
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y, and I'm still a couple inches taller and weigh more. I picked on him and shoved him around when we were little. But I'm not so sure that I could anymore. I mean seriously, he's a stud. Now that he's completed his first year at 
