Voice of Reason.

I'm not a fan of Facebook. I'm not anti-Facebook or whatever. I'm not that guy. But the same reasons that I could see it being really beneficial for someone else are the things that make me kind of... hate it. I do occasionally wipe the technological dust from my log-in page there to post links and random pictures, but usually just because I'm procrastinating.

I'm in the middle of writing a dissertation to Nick about why I love The Format, whom he introduced me to nearly three years ago.
(I'm supposed to be writing an album review on Bitte Orca, which I will do. But I like to write long emails to friends about bands and albums that I love. As a warm-up.)

I met Nate Ruess about three weeks ago. I was at his band's show with Manchester Orchestra here in Portland (which I requested tickets for primarily so I could see fun. play). The meeting was brief but giddiness immediately washed over me.
He is probably currently my favorite lyricist.
And he has a great voice:



Anyway. I'm digressing all over the place.
Facebook.
The Format.
Nate Ruess.
Focus.

I'm listening to Nate's former band, The Format, today because it's what I've been doing all week. His lyrics are a security blanket sometimes. And this week has been scripted for a soundtrack written by Nate Ruess.
Because I'm not interested in getting too intimate with my Blogger account, I'll just take it all out on my distaste for Facebook in the form of a lyric by The Format:

Old classmates please drop all your pens
don't write a word 'cause I wont reply,
and I'm not bitter,
no, its just I've passed that point in my life

Exactly.
Exactly.
Exactly.

I can't say it better, as is usually the case when it comes to his lyrics.
That is exactly where I am.

I just wrote out two long paragraphs explaining why I feel that way, but it really does just come down to: I'm not bitter, it's just I've passed that point in my life.

Dude's a lyrical genius.