Boys who broke my heart.

There are two of them - Jesse F Keeler and Sebastien Grainger.
Who are they? The former members of Death From Above 1979, that's who.
And those bastards broke up, and broke my heart.
It was two years ago, yes, but due to the terrible Ipod mechanism of "Shuffle" the heartache, pain, days of tears and Half-Baked Ben&Jerry's, and blind hatred, have returned.
I hadn't heard the throbbing bass and clashing drums for what seem a long time, but as soon as I did I remembered - my first concert, which, as it turns out, was also their last. Most people boast seeing Boys2Men or a girl band or Linkin Park or Blink182 as their first concert. Well, I was a late bloomer attending concerts, my first was at 15. BUT it paid off. It was DFA... opening for Queens of the Stoneage... opening for Nine Inch Nails. That in and of itself describes fully why my music taste is the way it is - loud, limb-skewing, mosh-pitting, interesting.
There's something particularly powerful about the first concert you attend sans 'the rents', with your friends. It's part being on your own, playing a role in music culture, surrounded by people who are just as passionate about something as you. But for me in particular, it's mostly hearing the band live - it's soul shaking. And the first time it happens is something you never forget, because you've never heard anything quite like it.
The difference between the sound coming off of Itunes (or, at the time, out of the CD player) and feeling the bass line, being deafened by the drums, shouting along to the lyrics with hundreds of other people, and throwing your body around at random, limbs everywhere. I fell in love because they didn't just sound as good as they do on the LP, they were better. And not many people can say that about a bass and a drumkit.
Although the jerks sitting behind my friends and I were rotating between blowing pot smoke and cigarette smoke directly into our eyes, and we were way far from the stage, it was absolutely amazing. Everyone was passionate about the bands, everyone was there to have a good time, and, surprisingly, the only band that let me down was NIN (and therefore I haven't trusted the headlining act since, openers must be good too).
Still high on the fact that DFA had just opening my proverbial musical eyes, it wasn't until that August that I found out they had decided to part ways. It was a mature break up, and they were both courteous and gentle about it, but my heart will forever remain broken. And it's all their fault.