Switchfoot Live!

A long, long time ago (in 1999), a 15-year-old girl went to church camp in a church van. She somehow got stuck in the very back with "G-Unit," "brace-face," and "headphones" (who all turned out to be lovely people). "Headphones" had a CaseLogic CD case larger than an Encyclopedia. (Some of my readers may know "Headphones" as Vlad or Vladimir). Anyway, he did not approve of the young girl's choice in music. It was "too popular" he told her. He taught her about Tooth & Nail, and recommended she give a listen to a band with a funny name... Switchfoot. She did. And she liked it. A lot.
So much so, in fact, that when she got back from church camp, she bought that CD and the one before it "Legend of Chin." She listened to it throughout high school. All... four... years. In her senior year, while her classmates drove their mom's Volvos out of the parking garage listening to Daft Punk, Outkast and Destiny's Child, she would blast "Chem 6a" as she peeled out after school. She found two (count 'em, two) people that liked the band too. The three of them would drive an hour or more to get to the nearest Switchfoot concerts. Well, they were driven. By parents. Because they were only 15 after all, and it was a school night.
Switchfoot was tiny, unknown and made up of only three everyday people.
They got popular though. Real popular. And people knew the words to their songs. They added people to their band. First Jerome. Then Andrew. Eventually, some other guy... It was bittersweet. The band would make it. But it lost its appeal to the girl. She didn't go to their concerts anymore. She heard they had mosh pits sometimes. That didn't sound very fun.
Still, when she found out, six years later, that they would be playing in her new town, in her new state, she went. And loved it. And knew the words (to the old songs, anyway).