Ben Gibbard and Zooey Deschanel’s breakup to me is similar to, say, if Will and Kate were to break up. In my mind, Ben and Zooey are indie royalty. I’ve had a crush on Ben since the Transatlanticism days. Like any other dutifully angsty college sophomore, I listened to that album over and over and over while pondering why glove compartments were so inaccurately named. As a senior, I had Plans on repeat. I, too, had a Greyhound station in my head where I sent my thoughts to faroff destinations. Then as more albums came out, and Gibbard went all Kerouac followed by growing happier and more popular and got the girl, I could no longer identify with him.
And now, with this breakup, I can’t help but think - he’s single again! I mean, bummer that he’s probably sad (or relieved to be rid of the holy adorkable one?), but maybe he’ll write sad music again. And, I have 0.1% of a chance with him instead of -0.01% of a chance when he was with Deschanel.
Although, unfortunately, I just can’t go to Death Cab concerts these days. Last time I went, the crowd at Austin Music Hall was full of screaming hipster teenyboppers who weren’t even alive when the band was formed. I did, however, enjoy Ben Gibbard and Jay Farrar’s show at Antone’s a while back.