So I was looking through my picture folders, doing some organization, as well as looking for a picture of Jeremy and Sunshine for our lifeGroup Brochure, and I ran across some old photos that I thought some of you would find interesting.
Back in the day, there was a boy band called O-Town, sort of an In-Sync type band. I think they got their start on the "Making the Band" show on MTV. Anyway, O-Town ruined my life for a while, because one of the dudes was my seemingly long lost brother. No joke, MINIMUM two or three times a week I would get a stranger coming up to me saying "are you the guy from O-Town?" This would happen a lot at malls, of course, but really, pretty much anywhere (one time a girl said "are you the guy from O-Town?" I said, "no, sorry, I'm not." She responds, "are you sure?" Confounded, I simply answer, "pretty sure." And yet another time, someone approaches me and asks "can I get a picture with you?" I said, "no, sorry, I'm not him." She pauses and retorts, "can I get a picture with you anyway?" Awkward.).
I finally looked up on the ol' inter-webs to see what this guy looked like, and it freaked me out. I showed a picture (the one on the left, but I edited out the word "Jacob"), with no explanation, to my mom. She said, "eww, Jobe, where did you get that nasty shirt?" I respond by saying, "It's not mine." She answers, still disgusted, "Well whose is it?" I matter of factly reply, "It's that guy's shirt."
Silence.
"What do you mean?"
"That's not me."
More silence.
"I don't get it."
She calls dad up, we do the same thing to him. Once I tell him it's not me he says, slowly and hesitantly, "Jobe that's....that's really spooky."
So yeah, even my relatives get us mixed up.
I realize many of you don't know me to have had dreads, it was 2 years ago on New Year's Eve in 2006 that I cut them after 5 years. So here is the best shot I have, at least on this computer, of me with my dreads.
To continue the story, it turns out that this guy lives in San Diego, is a Christian, and wears Jedidiah clothing, which at the time I wore a lot of because a couple friends of mine worked there and they gave me free clothes (they are a San Diego based Christian clothing company, and as a matter of fact those are Jedidiah jeans in this photo...I know this because I ONLY owned Jedi jeans for a couple years...because they were free). So if it wasn't enough for us to look alike, we also live near each other and dress alike. One time, funny enough, at Islands, someone came up to me and said "hey, aren't you the worship leader from theMovement?" I said, "no, I'm the guy from O-Town."
I lied. Sorry.
Now to make this even CRAZIER, it turns out that this guy is second cousins with Barry Young, who was on staff with us here at theMovement. One night, before I had met Barry, his son Brady was watching Jamie and I rehearse. He was with a mutual friend, Tyler. I had never met Brady, he's a quiet guy and just hung out and listened.
The next day, Tyler calls me and says "dude, Brady was freaked last night. After we left he said, 'man, for the first half hour I was sitting there thinking, 'why isn't my cousin talking to me? He must be mad at me!' I finally figured out that it wasn't even him...that was freaky!'"
So yeah, even his relatives get us mixed up.
So one day, Barry tells me his son's band is opening for Jacob's band in San Diego. We go, because after 2 years of being tormented by his existence, I basically want to torment him for one night.
We show up, it's packed, we're making our way through the crowd, a couple people, thinking I am Jacob, ask me "when are you going on?" I answer, "in a few minutes."
As we continue through the crowd, Jacob and I literally run into each other. He's taken aback, sort of cocks his head back, kind of looks me up and down quickly and nervously says, "hey, uh, man...what's up?" Without saying much more than "not a lot," we quickly move past each other.
My heart smiled. Two years vindicated. Thank you, Lord.
Standing by the stage, the band is doing the sound check, and another girl asks, "hey, when you guys gonna start?" I answer, "not sure, you should ask him" as I point up to the stage where Jacob is standing. She looks up, double takes back to me. I think I may have really freaked her out, I think she already had a couple drinks and that may have sent her over the edge. Hopefully it stopped her from having her next drink.
A minute after that, yeah, that's right, someone grabs my butt. I turn, it's this dude that's all, "Jake! What's up man, how's it goin' bro!?"
"Sorry...I'm not Jacob."
His friends, standing behind him, squint their eyes, and then start busting up. "Dude, you totally grabbed some guy's butt that you don't know!!!" The guy was so embarrassed, it was amazing. They were freaked, apparently they are good friends with him and came to see the show.
But the best was yet to come.
During the show, as a musician my eyes wander the stage; I watch the frontman, I watch the guitar player, the drummer, I study, I observe, and I make my rounds with all the musicians. Every time my eyes would get back to Jacob, I would catch him looking at me while he is performing. He quickly averts his eyes, as if caught.
Keep in mind, this performance is being video taped for some MTV show, because a friend of his who was in the O-Town band was making some "return to the big-time" reality show with MTV, and he was there with MTV filming. The friend, whose name is Ashley Angel, was standing in front of me with the camera in front of him shooting backwards getting Ashley's reaction and another camera shooting Jacob.
So halfway through the set it finally gets to him. He knows he's been caught by me repeatedly, and I'm probably breaking his concentration so he has to just let it out. So, in between songs, Jacob, on the microphone, says, "dude, Ashley, you gotta turn around and check this guy out, he looks EXACTLY like me! It's been freaking me out all night, I feel like I'm watching myself watch me perform!"
Ashley turns around, his eyes get as big as saucers, he's freaked out, he tells me "dude, I've been best friends with this guy for 10 years, you could be his twin brother!"
Afterward, he comes up to me, Barry introduces us, he's all excited, and he's just examining my face. He says, "I mean, dude, it's not even just the dreads...it's....everything! The dreads are just the icing."
Pretty amazing, and maybe worth the 2 years of torment.
Back in the day, there was a boy band called O-Town, sort of an In-Sync type band. I think they got their start on the "Making the Band" show on MTV. Anyway, O-Town ruined my life for a while, because one of the dudes was my seemingly long lost brother. No joke, MINIMUM two or three times a week I would get a stranger coming up to me saying "are you the guy from O-Town?" This would happen a lot at malls, of course, but really, pretty much anywhere (one time a girl said "are you the guy from O-Town?" I said, "no, sorry, I'm not." She responds, "are you sure?" Confounded, I simply answer, "pretty sure." And yet another time, someone approaches me and asks "can I get a picture with you?" I said, "no, sorry, I'm not him." She pauses and retorts, "can I get a picture with you anyway?" Awkward.).
I finally looked up on the ol' inter-webs to see what this guy looked like, and it freaked me out. I showed a picture (the one on the left, but I edited out the word "Jacob"), with no explanation, to my mom. She said, "eww, Jobe, where did you get that nasty shirt?" I respond by saying, "It's not mine." She answers, still disgusted, "Well whose is it?" I matter of factly reply, "It's that guy's shirt."Silence.
"What do you mean?"
"That's not me."
More silence.
"I don't get it."
She calls dad up, we do the same thing to him. Once I tell him it's not me he says, slowly and hesitantly, "Jobe that's....that's really spooky."
So yeah, even my relatives get us mixed up.
I realize many of you don't know me to have had dreads, it was 2 years ago on New Year's Eve in 2006 that I cut them after 5 years. So here is the best shot I have, at least on this computer, of me with my dreads.To continue the story, it turns out that this guy lives in San Diego, is a Christian, and wears Jedidiah clothing, which at the time I wore a lot of because a couple friends of mine worked there and they gave me free clothes (they are a San Diego based Christian clothing company, and as a matter of fact those are Jedidiah jeans in this photo...I know this because I ONLY owned Jedi jeans for a couple years...because they were free). So if it wasn't enough for us to look alike, we also live near each other and dress alike. One time, funny enough, at Islands, someone came up to me and said "hey, aren't you the worship leader from theMovement?" I said, "no, I'm the guy from O-Town."
I lied. Sorry.
Now to make this even CRAZIER, it turns out that this guy is second cousins with Barry Young, who was on staff with us here at theMovement. One night, before I had met Barry, his son Brady was watching Jamie and I rehearse. He was with a mutual friend, Tyler. I had never met Brady, he's a quiet guy and just hung out and listened.
The next day, Tyler calls me and says "dude, Brady was freaked last night. After we left he said, 'man, for the first half hour I was sitting there thinking, 'why isn't my cousin talking to me? He must be mad at me!' I finally figured out that it wasn't even him...that was freaky!'"
So yeah, even his relatives get us mixed up.
So one day, Barry tells me his son's band is opening for Jacob's band in San Diego. We go, because after 2 years of being tormented by his existence, I basically want to torment him for one night.
We show up, it's packed, we're making our way through the crowd, a couple people, thinking I am Jacob, ask me "when are you going on?" I answer, "in a few minutes."
As we continue through the crowd, Jacob and I literally run into each other. He's taken aback, sort of cocks his head back, kind of looks me up and down quickly and nervously says, "hey, uh, man...what's up?" Without saying much more than "not a lot," we quickly move past each other.
My heart smiled. Two years vindicated. Thank you, Lord.
Standing by the stage, the band is doing the sound check, and another girl asks, "hey, when you guys gonna start?" I answer, "not sure, you should ask him" as I point up to the stage where Jacob is standing. She looks up, double takes back to me. I think I may have really freaked her out, I think she already had a couple drinks and that may have sent her over the edge. Hopefully it stopped her from having her next drink.
A minute after that, yeah, that's right, someone grabs my butt. I turn, it's this dude that's all, "Jake! What's up man, how's it goin' bro!?"
"Sorry...I'm not Jacob."
His friends, standing behind him, squint their eyes, and then start busting up. "Dude, you totally grabbed some guy's butt that you don't know!!!" The guy was so embarrassed, it was amazing. They were freaked, apparently they are good friends with him and came to see the show.
But the best was yet to come.
During the show, as a musician my eyes wander the stage; I watch the frontman, I watch the guitar player, the drummer, I study, I observe, and I make my rounds with all the musicians. Every time my eyes would get back to Jacob, I would catch him looking at me while he is performing. He quickly averts his eyes, as if caught.
Keep in mind, this performance is being video taped for some MTV show, because a friend of his who was in the O-Town band was making some "return to the big-time" reality show with MTV, and he was there with MTV filming. The friend, whose name is Ashley Angel, was standing in front of me with the camera in front of him shooting backwards getting Ashley's reaction and another camera shooting Jacob.
So halfway through the set it finally gets to him. He knows he's been caught by me repeatedly, and I'm probably breaking his concentration so he has to just let it out. So, in between songs, Jacob, on the microphone, says, "dude, Ashley, you gotta turn around and check this guy out, he looks EXACTLY like me! It's been freaking me out all night, I feel like I'm watching myself watch me perform!"
Ashley turns around, his eyes get as big as saucers, he's freaked out, he tells me "dude, I've been best friends with this guy for 10 years, you could be his twin brother!"
Afterward, he comes up to me, Barry introduces us, he's all excited, and he's just examining my face. He says, "I mean, dude, it's not even just the dreads...it's....everything! The dreads are just the icing."
Pretty amazing, and maybe worth the 2 years of torment.
