I don’t even know how many times I listened to this song before I heard it. You know the line I mean. I was driving to work, listening to AFI, same as every other morning—and it just hit my ears in a different way than ever before. This a good 6 months after Burials came out. I nearly ran my car off the road. I rewound to listen again and again and again, making sure that Davey had said exactly what I thought he said. Then I pulled over and googled it.
Then I called Shan, foaming at the mouth, hyperventilating, etc. This smacks of comedic exaggeration but, actual reality, I was literally breathing so hard I was difficult to understand. After eleven years of devoutly shipping Javey—a ship that I believed had sunk back in 2006 when the first Decemberunderground promo pics appeared online—this was my moment of vindication. This was my “UFOs are real” moment. This was proof.
A lifetime of gay conspiracy theories yielded to gay conspiracy facts with the line “oh my pretty precious stone”.
Tonight, In the Whispers 