Long before I knew the full ramifications of my decision (as is so often the case in early adolescence) I fell in love. Hopelessly, helplessly in love with the clean cut hippie from South Africa-by-way-of-VA, and I never thought twice.
Faithfully I’ve attended your concerts, waiting in ridiculous lines to acquire entrance, paying out unheard of sums from a teenager’s minimum-wage-fattened paycheck, and then later in college, sacrificing a semester’s worth of beer and pizza money just to get halfway back on the lawn…
Yes Dave, I’ve sacrificed a lot for this relationship. My father’s approval, for one, firmly rebuking his allegations that your talent might be somewhat inflated by the media’s infatuation with you, arguing against his stubborn insistence that Carlos Santana and Eric Clapton are both superior guitarists… my dad and I agree on most things, but you were able to come between us.
You also managed to get between me and my freshman roommate, though I hardly think we’d have forged a strong bond otherwise. Still, my 3 extra large posters featuring your mug were a bit much, for her tastes, as they adorned the walls of our 12’10” cell –er – room.
Still Dave, I never gave up faith in you. When I grew in wisdom and knowledge in a post-graduate kind of way, I learnt of our differing ideologies and our fundamental disagreements on some crucial human rights issues. Still, I clung to hope, believing that our love could overcome any adversity it encountered. After all, some of my very best friends and I are worlds apart, ideologically speaking. So I reasoned, you and I could go on, engaging in that most disagreeable practice of “agreeing to disagree.”
But Dave, here’s the thing. This time, things may have gone too far. I know we’ve not seen eye to eye on a few crucial issues, namely, when life begins and at what point taking said life is wrong. But now that I’ve become specifically aware of your financial support of parties which would conspire to deprive certain people of their human rights and indeed the very right to life, well Dave, I’m gonna have to put my foot down.
It’s not that I didn’t know about your socio-political views, Dave, it’s just that I didn’t care. Well, that’s not entirely true. I cared, but not enough to do the research and dig deep and follow the money trail to the bloody consequence of the millions of dollars of support your band has contributed to Planned Parenthood over the past several years. Regrettably, I didn’t have to dig all that deep to find this, rather, I just had to pull my head out of the sand.
So Dave, this is where we part ways, at least financially speaking. I’m not going to be able to come to anymore of your concerts, and I’m afraid that future purchases of your masterful musical stylings – on CD or DVD – are similarly off limits.
What I won’t do is throw away the history we have, the discs and concert recordings I already own, because for one thing, my cooperation at earlier times in my life was distal, meaning I was not fully aware of the evil in which I was partaking. To discard our past, our history, would be a statement, but nothing more. Call me sentimental, but I’m not quite ready to go there.
Neither am I willing to go back to one of your shows, Dave, at least not until you change your mind and start honoring your proclaimed commitment to human rights by your actions, defending the rights of every human, and not a select “wanted” few.
I’d like us to be friends, still, but I can’t go out with you, I can’t give you money, and I can’t lead others to do either of these. It’s for our own good, Dave, yours and mine, that I stand by my newly-solidified convictions and flex my conscience a bit. I hope you understand.
And I hope this isn’t goodbye, long-term, because I still really want to dance to you at my wedding, still want my kids to grow up listening to mommy’s favorite rock star who works a guitar like nobody’s business and dances crazy during live shows. I want that for us.
But more than that, I want you to come to your senses and stop supporting the slaughter of the generation who has almost single-handedly subsidized your meteoric rise to superstardom. Do you have any idea how many more fans you might have? You’re a cultural phenomenon, Mr. Matthews, and I beg you to consider the position you are in and use your powers for good and not evil.
In the mean time, I sincerely hope I don’t discover anything untoward about Coldplay, because I don’t think my heart can take much more of this.
Your biggest fan