Let's say that I work at an "edgy" teen retailer. When I first started, there was a girl named Julie who worked there, and she had the coolest taste in music. She was always telling me about the newest/hippest bands. I remember one day she had asked me if I liked a band called "Tilly and the Wall", and of course I pretended to love them. I didn't want to look like a sad little mainstreamer.
A week or two later, I was in someone's car on the way to some tacky house party with an equally hip girl named Mary. She was the kind of of girl that didn't seem real. She wore golden shoes and wooden parrot earrings. She had a kewpie little cherub face and black rose tatoos on her wrists. She put on mixtape; Bright Eyes, Azure Ray and Tilly and the Wall were on it. This time I didn't pretend I knew who they were. Maybe it was the intimacy of the small space or the fact that I wanted to get as much info about being adorable as I could from the tiny little Brooklynite. She told me all about Tilly and their tap dancing percussionist.
After that night, I've been one of Tilly's biggest fans! I've seen them live 3,333 times, and each of those times was more fun than the last.
...and much more