The more I blog the more I find myself trusting and confiding. It is a scary thing, to say the least. Like falling in love. Without thinking of the often inevitable fall out. It helps I know all the people I’ve shared the link to the thing with and don’t imagine myself coming up in many searches. Though the mention of those trendy ass Hunter boots seemed to attract some strangers.
Summer always makes me feel like listening to the punk rock of my youth. NOFX makes me feel ancient. Alkaline trio reminds me of all the breakups I’ve had to go through in past summers. I always start relationships in the fall and they end in the summer. Like school. Without all the learning.
My current anthem “This is Getting Over You” which is a song I took the title of this blog from. Inspirational, entertaining lyrics and the sheer force of the guitar work is enough to make one keep on and going strong in life.
Here I go defending emo again (I’ll never stop – I’ll be 80 and doing it too). What’s great bout real ’emo’ is the witty and emotive lyrics, the skilled vocals and delicious harmonies, and the energy in the often verging on poppy while still maintaining a solid integrity of heavy, guitars. Velocity! There really is a perfect balance of defeat and triumph. Positive and negative. It’s always apparent that new wave greats like The Cure, New Order and The Smiths have had a hand in forming this genre. It really is more complex than its given credit for. And it really inspires what I do in my writing too. Some sensuous licks with a bite thrown in for good measure. We live for that bite, which makes it crucial to all forms of art. Sunny Day Real Estate, Jawbox, Cursive, and some younger bands, really seem to have managed to master this effect in their catchy ‘punk rock’.
I’d like to think if I were a musician I’d figure this balance out and fulfill the ears of a bunch of jaded, depressed youth, and give them all the more reason to keep on trying, and something they could return to whenever life threw them a particularly hard curb ball to the head. Of which of course, there are to be plenty. It’s not that bite we live for that I mentioned before, but it is an unavoidable thing. And the more hits to the metaphorical head we take, the stronger the skull gets.
What I find interesting, to refer back to my post on getting older, is how some things change and some things just don’t. Though we’ve all come along way from being in junior high school and trying to make ourselves pass out for fun, wouldn’t it be fun to go to an oxygen bar? An Opium den?
And sure it’s embarrassing to like something like Alkaline Trio, Get up Kids and even one My Chemical Romance song, but it’s not like these are things I’d add to my regret pile, since they still move me up to 10 years later. Meaning they might still in another 10.
What does it all mean? I really don’t freakin know, but I thought I’d muse on it on this first day of real summer in Montreal. 33 degrees and I’m about to get a haircut. If I were a cat, you’d have to put me out.