KnightoftheOldCode
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Originally from Baltimore, Maryland, USA, I moved to Finland in late 2016 after marrying my Finnish pen-pal.
| Switchfoot – Chem 6a Lyrics | 7 years ago |
| @[TheHook:29411] They are both on The Legend of Chin, not Learning to Breathe. | |
| Panic! at the Disco – Mad As Rabbits Lyrics | 17 years ago |
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Honestly, this song just came up on my iPod and I was reminded of the lyric, “chewing on his parliaments,” and I was curious to see what others thought of it. I was thinking it may be referring to the cigarettes or something, and then maybe dog referred to a dirty or unpleasant person, but if the whole animal cruelty thing is right, that wouldn’t really make a whole lot of sense, not that that is the point. But coming to a site that’s main intention is to analyze lyrics only to find that most of the first half of comments seem to be people discussing whether or not Panic sucks is a little bit disappointing, mainly because it throws off a lot of the potential organization of the site. I should not really expect anything different from the Internet, so I will throw my two cents in as well… however, I acknowledge that the comments eventually turned more analytical by the end. Somewhere around 3 and 4am, MTV plays music videos (another example of how the original intention of something can turn into something else entirely), and several years ago, I first saw the video for “I Write Sins Not Tragedies” during this timeframe. I immediately became a fan of Panic! at the Disco. I thought the video was very original and unique and the song itself was unlike anything I had heard lately or maybe even ever. The next time I was at Best Buy, I bought A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out and thought the entire album was great. My sister became an even bigger fan soon after and has been a fanatic ever since. I went and saw Panic! with Black Gold (a last minute replacement for Bloc Party) and Jack’s Mannequin (another favorite of mine) at the Patriot Center (at George Mason University in Virginia). That was during the Nothing Rhymes with Circus Tour in November of 2005, I believe. Then, in the summer of 2007, Panic! was a last minute addition to the Virgin Mobile Festival (aka “Virgin Fest”) in Baltimore. My sister and I went and got to be practically in the front row. They played “Nine in the Afternoon” and “When the Day Met the Night,” both slightly different from the final album recordings. But still, I liked the new songs. They also covered The Band’s, “The Weight.” Again, I liked what I was hearing from the new material. When the boys were set to headline The Honda Civic Tour, my sister and I were both very excited. We ended up getting 2nd row tickets at DAR Constitution Hall in DC and then we were also lucky enough to be two of ten lucky people who, after the last show of the tour in Anaheim, CA, got to attend an after party where we hung out with Brendon, Ryan, Jon, and Spencer. They are great people and very down to earth. I met Zack Hall too, of course. That’s my little Panic history in a nutshell. I guess all the background information doesn’t really add to the plot of my overall post, but I thought I would share my experiences so that it may be easier to understand my perspective. Moving on… I consider myself an eclectic. Up until I was about 10 or 12, I had pretty much only ever listened to the Oldies. That’s what my parents raised me on. Both of them are big Beatles fans too, and with the exception of some music that I heard elsewhere (i.e. Michael Jackson), including in the car while riding with my dad (listening to such bands as The Spin Doctors, Queen, The Cars, and Led Zeppelin), the Golden Oldies were all I ever heard. After getting a boom box for Christmas, I started listening to a lot of things that my peers were listening to and along the way, I have been introduced to so many different artists and styles of music. I try to keep an open mind and appreciate the art behind the music instead of treating it like a brand of soft drink that I either like or don’t like. And using that analogy, if you like Pepsi and hate Coca-Cola, drink Pepsi. If you like Sierra Mist, not Sprite, don’t drink Sprite. And if I drink Sprite and you give me crap for it, then you’re not understanding the value of freedom of choice. But that is what happens when you are dealing with human nature. This is why we all get so defensive about our tastes in music, movies, and other things. For instance, I don’t like rap music, for the most part, so I don’t listen to it. And I have that right, for now, thank God! If I like something, I listen to it. If I don’t, I change the channel. In response to the new sound of Panic (now without the “!” and, uh, who cares?), if I like the way Coca-Cola tastes, and then they change the recipe and I don’t like the new taste, I can either keep drinking it until I like it or I can switch to something else. Panic has a new sound, heavily influenced by The Beatles, The Beach Boys, The Kinks, Bob Dylan, and drugs (apparently). Artists who are critically and culturally acclaimed, who I happen to like and admire, and who have been extremely influential to the world of music. I listened to Pretty Odd and I’ll admit, I didn’t love it right away. I liked a lot of the songs, but others just didn’t really grab me. After a week or so of listening to the album, I decided that I love it and I consider it to be a better album that the debut. The same thing happened when I bought Eve 6’s Horrorscope in 2000. I didn’t like the new songs at first, but then they grew on me and to this day, I think that is their best album. But here’s the truth. Nowadays, anyone can make music. You’re not guaranteed to be famous, but it is so easy to record your own songs and post them online today that tons of people are doing it. There’s MySpace, Facebook. YouTube, and many other websites which enable anyone to have the opportunity to get their 15 minutes , maybe 5 seconds, or even a lifetime of fame. Some are profiting, others want to be rich and famous, and some are willing to do anything to get to that plane. But the point of music is self-expression, right? I mean, that was the original intention. Now, music is a business. It starts out where you are just writing songs because you have something inside you that you want to get out, and you chose to do it through the universal language of music. Then, you get more popular, start getting all of these deals and fame, and before you know it, you are no longer just a person who writes songs because it is your way of expressing your emotions, you are now a factory, trying provide product to the consumer. It becomes a matter of economics and to keep your factory open, you have to appeal to the consumer. I myself write and record my own songs. Will I ever be on the radio or MTV? Or win a Grammy? Most likely, not, but if I do, it will be due to the fact that how I chose to express myself was appealing to a wide audience. And it will be LUCK who I thank in my acceptance speech first. I have a lot of respect for bands and artists who don’t give a crap about whether or not people like their music. They just make the music they want to make. If people like it, great. If they don’t, so what? At least they didn’t write a song a certain way because it is what they thought people wanted to hear. Unfortunately, if people don’t buy your music, you’re out of a job, and that’s when you realize that music is a lot less of an art than it was ever supposed to be. Now it’s just another commission-based job. Additionally, to all of the designated listeners out there, writing songs is not an easy task. If you write a bunch of hits, everyone just expects you to keep putting out great songs that exceed all expectations. It’s not that simple. So when you criticize a band for not giving you what you expected or wanted, think about how hard it is to meet those wants and expectations. If you can write a song that everyone likes, then you can talk, otherwise, just remember that you have the freedom to change the channel. Rock on, everyone! |
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