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Still Fighting It- Ben Folds- Rockin’ the Suburbs
I heard this song for the first time about a year ago, and for some reason it didn't really give it much of a second thought, until i heard it a few months back in a Slackers, and it just drove me out of my mind how beautiful it was. So I went home and listened to it probably a couple of dozen times over the next few days, and many more since, and I still get a little overwhelmed every time I hear it. The lyrics are not very abstract, but are still powerful, and the theme of the song is extremely relatable. It’s song from the perspective of a father to his son about the things he will experience in life, and just the pain of growing up, and the music is perfect, especially the piano (which is the case in all of Ben Folds’ songs.) It starts out very slow and mellow. Ben Folds comes in with the piano and sings the word “Good morning son, I am a bird wearing a brown polyester shirt…” just very slow and mournful. But it slowly rises as he offers his son lunch and some advice, “Everybody knows it hurts to grow up, but everybody does.” That’s where the song starts to pick up, at least musically. But then it falls off again, this time he sounds truly regretful as he sings, “You’re so much like me, I’m sorry.” It’s like he loves him so much he is sorry for even passing along any of his unworthy qualities to his son. He then goes on to reminisce and look ahead at the same time. “In twenty years from now, maybe we'll both sit down and have a few beers. And I can tell you 'bout today and how I picked you up and everything changed… It was pain, sunny days and rain. I knew you'd feel the same things. Everybody knows, it sucks to grow up and everybody does. It's so weird to be back here. Let me tell you what, the years go on and we're still fighting it, we're still fighting it. You'll try and try and one day you'll fly away from me.” It’s really just a powerful song in my opinion. It’s just so honest, so bittersweet. I really love it.
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Motion Picture Soundtrack- Radiohead- Kid A
Kid A is an album that should be listened to in it’s entirety, because it is really like a story in the form of an album. The songs all flow into one another perfectly. It is too hard to pick just one song from this album (or from any of Radiohead’s work, as it is all just amazing) and call it my favorite, so I won’t, but this is one of their more extraordinary numbers. It’s like a fucked up version of Peter Pan or something. Thom Yorke’s voice floats lazily over the organ that introduces us to the song and continues alone throughout the opening verse, “Red wine and sleeping pills, help me get back to your arms. Cheap sex and surfin’ arms, help me get where I belong. I think you’re crazy” until a beautifully played harp joins in at the start of the second verse. They are later joined by an angelic chorus, giving the feeling of passing on “I think you’re crazy… I will see in the next life.”The song then seemingly ends, until 1 minute and 2 seconds later, when we are greeted once more by what it should sound like on the way to heaven for the next 50 seconds, until silence once again. The track then goes on in silence for the remaining 1 minute and 53 seconds. Just a really extraordinary song.
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Stumbleine- The Smashing Pumpkins- Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness
I think the lyrics to this song are probably my favorite of any that The Pumpkins ever created. It's one of the simpler songs musically that the SP ever did (certainly on this album, anyway) but it works perfectly. It’s just Billy Corgan and a guitar for all 2 minutes and 54 seconds. It seems like we get a glimpse into where The Smashing Pumpkins music first begins to take form. I imagine Billy sitting alone in a room in the late evening/early morning hours and birthing this song in a single take, as if he picked up his guitar and this is what came out. I’m sure it was a much more laborious undertaking (especially given The Smashing Pumpkins apparently tumultuous history) but that is how I like to think of it, a simple song, with a simple genesis. You hear the stories of all of these downtrodden, defeated people (“Boredom’s in the bathroom shaking out the loose teeth, Sally’s in the stirrups claiming her destiny, and nobody nowhere understands anything about me and all my dreams, lost at sea… Misspent youth faking up a rampage, to hold off the real slaves, paid off and staid and what you never knew, can never get to you, so fake it, I’ll be your stumbleine, I’ll be your super queen… and make you me”) and I think you hear his desire to save them, or save himself, but instead he must stand by, unable to save, only able to observe the disillusionment and misplaced hopes and dreams, and record their fates, and his own. That’s what I take from this song anyway, and Billy Corgan may have intended it to mean something else entirely, but that is how I like to think of this song.
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im actually having a decent week, aside from the fact that my wife and i both hurt our backs pretty badly. im recovering, but she is still in a lot of pain. oh!!! i heard the most wonderful song today. i was streaming House M.D. and it started playing and i just felt it was one of those songs where a few seconds into it i knew i loved it, love at first listen or whatever. its got that thing that am constantly searching for in the music that i listen to, that thing that i cant understand or define, but i call it a beautiful sadness yes i know that sounds odd but "beautiful sadness" kinda fits. its something so beautiful, that it kind of makes you sad, but in a good way. like sad because you never want it to end, but you know it will, so you just have to try and be content to only hold it for a moment. because after that it is gone. but in a way, that is a good thing. you just have to remember that first time you heard the song and hold onto that moment, because that is all that is left of it. because even though you can listen to that song over and over again and it will still be mind numbingly amazing, it wont be the same as that first time that you heard. it may be 99% the same, but its that 1% percent that i am always searching for. like the first time i heard Fake Plastic Trees, i remember exactly where i was, and what i was doing when i first heard it... and i remember the way i felt hearing it for the first time. i know it sounds overly dramamtic but it was like i couldnt believe i had gone through my whole life up to that point not knowing that this song, this wonderful mixture of sounds arranged just so perfectly and carefully, existed. and i truly believe that moment changed me, even if it was slightly, but permanently. i will never be the same because of that song, and others. and while Fake Plastic Trees still almost brings me to tears whenever i sit and listen to it, its still not the same as that first time, just that 1%. im constantly searching for that 1%, that ONE PERCENT that makes life worth living, its so small but so significant. thats what i always am looking for in music, and tonight i found it again. even if it was just for those 4:07, it was those 4:07 seconds that give me the will to keep on going. those 4:07 are all that i need. and though they are gone, i will always remember the way i felt the first time those 4:07 entered my ear cannal, and made their way past my ear drums and into my brain, where they will remain forever. and i will look back on that feeling, and i will become sad, but it will be a beautiful sadness. and that is all i can hope for. so i want to thank Ray LaMontagne, even though he will never read this, i still want to thank him for those 4:07 seconds that he was wonderful enough to share with me, and the rest of the world, and thank him for his beautifully sad song, I Still Care for You. And that is what this blog is for, all of the music and movies and paintings and books and tv shows that make me feel that way, the way those 4:07 made me feel. And I put those things here so that others may find them… should you choose to look.
this blog is dedicated to those things that make me feel beautifully sad. i have placed them here so the rest of you may find them... should you choose to look.
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