We’d met when I was quite young, I fell hard and fast, one of those all-consuming loves that you know once you’ve touched it, you’ll never forget it.
Three Days Grace.
When I first heard Just Like You I thought that God had sent a message carried to me by white doves and dropped into my old box TV.
That rough voice, that went down smooth like a fine wine, was unlike anything I’d heard before. Considering the only music I would hear at home were my father’s records, and all he would play was either George Jones, Hank Williams, Johnny Cash, or George Jones.
Suddenly stars were shooting across the horizon, clouds dissipating, the skies were clear, the sun brighter. I was introduced to this completely different world of music where the people were loud and angry and not afraid to say exactly what they wanted to.
They came to me at the perfect age, it was that awkward stage of every young girl’s life where they’re rebelling against their parents, society, teachers, life. Trying to find themselves, beginning to understand their bodies, their tastes and coming to terms with what kind of person they want to be.
Turns out I wanted to be bad.
When I say bad, I use that term loosely, I mean I would crank my music until my parents would bang on the wall. I would wear my earphones all day everyday until my teachers would complain and threaten me with detention. I basically wanted to spend all day everyday listening to Three Days Grace, because no one understood me as much as these four guys I was listening to.
I was basically a gift from God to my parents, and being the smartest 13-year-old girl ever I thought for sure that it wouldn’t be fair to let my parents have such an easy time raising me. So after 12 years of fairly smooth sailing I deciding to detour through some rocky waters. I basically became an annoying little shit. Wearing my headphones around the house all day, turning it up when my parents would ask me a question and turn it down when they’d talk to each other so I could eavesdrop.
To be honest even when I tried to be the angsty teenager and would want to write all over my walls or trash my room I’d be too lazy to clean it up after. I’m so OCD that if I made a mess in a fit of teen angst I’d be cleaning it up in about five minutes. So I’d just continue to jump on my bed head banging to my music.
My pre teen angst phase was short-lived so in the end my parents didn’t have to suffer that much. My life was pretty peachy keen and as it turns out I didn’t need to hate my life, my school or my family to like a certain type of music.
So there it is. Three Days Grace. Love of my life.
When Adam left the band it felt like there was this huge hole in my heart.
I’ve been listening to Three Days Grace for over 10 years, it was really an awful time in my life entertainment wise… Game of Thrones was over for the season, Craig Ferguson was quitting, The Mindy Project got cancelled (but was later saved by Hulu), Sick Puppies broke up then the big one… Three Days Grace. They were are this very big continuous force in my life, I can relate to their music on a level that’s hard to find with bands.
I’ve seen them twice when Adam was in the band. Both were amazing shows. I’d be riding a high for the next week. I’d strut around my school with my new Three Days Grace shirts looking fly as all hell.
Kids were jealous.
This all happened before the announcement for a music festival in my home town. Three Days Grace was headlining.
The new Three Days Grace.
I was so bitter I made a fit. Kicked the dirt. Threw pillows.
Really? After all these years? They’re going to come to MY town when Adam’s gone? This is the worst slap in the face! I was personally offended.
Months had come and gone and I was still bitter. I was just souring everyone’s weekend complaining about it. Then it came time and they were about to start playing and I was starting to cry in the middle of the crowd.
There I was among hundreds of people crying because my favourite band was broken up, taped back together in a hurry and sent out on stage.
Brad, Neil, and Barry were all on stage and then came out Matt.
Once I saw him my eyebrows literally raised. He’s pretty f***ing hot. Then he started singing, and he was good.
I mean really good.
I wasn’t crying anymore I was singing along, nay, screaming along, to the music. From then on it was constant jumping up and down, taking as many videos as my phone could hold, pausing and deleting apps to make room for more videos.
I was pleasantly surprised. I guess I thought that without Adam they would crash and burn, but there were still those three guys who had been around for a while and they knew how to keep it going.
I don’t think I could’ve handled it Matt sucked. Honestly I probably would have condensed to a puddle of tears in the middle of the crowd and would’ve been trampled in a mosh pit.
So thanks to Three Days Grace for saving my life.
More than once.
They’ll always have a place in my heart.
Cheers!
Shannondoah 