the first time i heard this song was with its video, so anything i feel think or say about the song is really about the combined experience, since i pretty much see the video now any time that i hear the song.
while i do have a thing or two to say about the 'song meaning,' i'd qualify it that my first interest and involvement with the song remains with the sound, the feeling, the mood, and above all the attitude with which it so easily overwhelms me pretty much every time that i listen to it. whatever it might mean, to me or for that matter to them, is of some interest, but given the choice i could take or leave it, as long as i can have this three minutes of soaring floating synthetic yet visceral soundscape.
as for the meaning-
my login is the taken from the name of a classic song from another era. DCBA 25 was written on Fulton Street in San Francisco during the Summer of Love. To my ears, the utopian optimism that it breathes is absolutely honest and real to the singer. They honestly believed that the magical era of rainbows and peace and bliss that they were helping to mythologize really was right around the corner. At least that's what my ears and heart tell me when i hear that song.
mgmt's attitude towards the vision so grandly illustrated in Time To Pretend is quite a bit more complex. they want it, they can feel it, god knows they can share it with us, they know it is unobtainable, or at least they know that it is not a good idea to obtain it, and, thanks to the work of previous artists, they know, as we all do, "how it will end" if they do.
as a result, this song is deeper, wider, and more, than a song that merely describes something pretty and desirable. instead, it is painted in dozens of additional colors, colors of sadness and irony mixed in and overlayed with the colors of joy and bliss and desire. aren't the best songs always about something or someone that just can never quite be had?
love this song. love the video. love it when that arrow hits the monster on target and frees the happy tribe of dolphins.
the first time i heard this song was with its video, so anything i feel think or say about the song is really about the combined experience, since i pretty much see the video now any time that i hear the song.
while i do have a thing or two to say about the 'song meaning,' i'd qualify it that my first interest and involvement with the song remains with the sound, the feeling, the mood, and above all the attitude with which it so easily overwhelms me pretty much every time that i listen to it. whatever it might mean, to me or for that matter to them, is of some interest, but given the choice i could take or leave it, as long as i can have this three minutes of soaring floating synthetic yet visceral soundscape.
as for the meaning-
my login is the taken from the name of a classic song from another era. DCBA 25 was written on Fulton Street in San Francisco during the Summer of Love. To my ears, the utopian optimism that it breathes is absolutely honest and real to the singer. They honestly believed that the magical era of rainbows and peace and bliss that they were helping to mythologize really was right around the corner. At least that's what my ears and heart tell me when i hear that song.
mgmt's attitude towards the vision so grandly illustrated in Time To Pretend is quite a bit more complex. they want it, they can feel it, god knows they can share it with us, they know it is unobtainable, or at least they know that it is not a good idea to obtain it, and, thanks to the work of previous artists, they know, as we all do, "how it will end" if they do.
as a result, this song is deeper, wider, and more, than a song that merely describes something pretty and desirable. instead, it is painted in dozens of additional colors, colors of sadness and irony mixed in and overlayed with the colors of joy and bliss and desire. aren't the best songs always about something or someone that just can never quite be had?
love this song. love the video. love it when that arrow hits the monster on target and frees the happy tribe of dolphins.