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"I see little point in persisting in a discussion with one so obstinate as you" Martin White

Thursday, October 27, 2005

you've got to get mad



figure 78.9. who, me?

I'm heading off to Northern Ireland tomorrow night, to see Mary for a week. And Rach, in the Belfast, of course. But before then, well I was listening to Radio 1 on my walkman while gardening. You know how they often say our generation doesn't care about things - indeed that we're self-obsessed? Well check out part of the latest song by the inexplicably popular My Chemical Romance, called I'm Not OK:

"I'm okay
I'm okay!
I'm okay, now
(I'm okay, now)

But you really need to listen to me
Because I'm telling you the truth
I mean this, I'm okay!
(Trust Me)

I'm not okay
I'm not okay
Well, I'm not okay
I'm not o-fucking-kay
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
(Okay)"


Such a gaspingly navel-gazing and mopy gesture, it's as if hard-rock can't even be arsed to get properly angry. Instead of furious about great injustice, he's merely not ok. A bit peeved and angsty, about some girl doing him wrong. Oh dear, diddums. The best nomination for a properly mad "I want to do more than survive, I want to rub it in your face" song, that does more than sigh and moan, will get a lolly pop when I return. Livid music - now there's edifying activity to keep you happy!

14 Comments:

Anonymous Donna said...

Not the most creative lyrics, are they?

3:31 AM  
Blogger Barnabas said...

Have a great time away!

I think each generation thinks the next is somewhat sef-obsessed. Not sure why, of course there are people in each generation who are, but we should not tare everyone with the same brush.

9:42 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

you'll be pleased to know they're one of sarah's favourite bands, then...


*comforting hugs* it'll be okay...we'll drown em out with MIA :P

love a colleged mary

12:53 PM  
Blogger Rach said...

Oh... So that's what I'm doing this weekend... I almost forgot ;-)

They're appalling lyrics! I think it can be the singers rather than their fans who are self-obsessed.

Rachxx

4:18 PM  
Blogger Martin said...

How did you work out a girl was involved?

Come to think of it, how did you work out he wasn't okay? For the majority of the section you put there he seems fine!

8:22 PM  
Blogger Martin said...

By the way, GREAT post. Have a gold star, from somewhere (you aren't allowed to chop it up and put in a picture though)

8:22 PM  
Blogger hatchris said...

Wow, he must be having a tough time....He's not Okay! My goodness.
If you're going to do angst, do it properly. I thought I'd use Eels as an example of how to do it properly and bluntly (from Electro Shock Blues):

"My name's Elizabeth, my life is shit and piss...."
"Why am I such a fucking mess?"

Ah but then comes track 7, which includes the lines:

"I am okay, I am okay, I am okay, I'm not okay"

If even Mark Everett, whose whole family appeared to be dying around him, could only come up with 'I'm not okay', then tis obvious a valid statement of extreme non alrightness! (Bet it's a MUCH better song though :-p)

11:27 PM  
Blogger postliberal said...

What a bumper crop of comments. It's certainly a sign of semi-popularity when the hosters of the image write to me asking to take it down, due to their receiving too much traffic! Here are some delayed reactions:

Donna –

Thankfully it’s a fairly short song, so the grating repetition doesn’t go on for that long. I dunno why this one sticks in my head so much, cos there’s a lot of dance tracks that I’m very happy to listen to.

2:16 PM  
Blogger postliberal said...

Anderson –

As the Mary I’ve just been visiting will testify, it’d be a bit strange of me to talk too much of myself as somehow a different generation from other young people. But I certainly don’t understand the teenage goth mindset, which makes teasing my younger sister easy, and appreciating the likes of HIM and Bullet for My Valentine very difficult. She does have a tendency to show the classic signs of conforming utterly to a school culture and fashion that claims to be about personal liberation and freedom of expression, hehe

2:16 PM  
Blogger postliberal said...

Rach –

Wow, that comment was even more emphatic. Perhaps I’m not so keep on the utterly narcissistic approach of this kinda song partly cos it reminds me of my own worst tendencies. But yeah, there can be a bit of a cosy collusion between a band and their adoring fans – which is partly why I like finding new bands that I don’t know, just to try summit new (or it would be Radiohead ALL the time!)

ps. thanks for deigning to come and join us, on such a wet weekend day out. The weather made me feel just as home as the hospitable company...

2:22 PM  
Blogger postliberal said...

Martin –

I worked it out cos Radio 1 decides that this is edgy and creative guitar music to be playing, and therefore subjects me to it as a ‘single of the week’ while I’m tidying up flower borders! The lyrics soon drilled into my consciousness, particularly that finale. As for the dysfunctional romance, I just made to assumption. But you’re right to question – as the fans of George Michael found out, you can’t take anything for granted…

Ta muchly for the gold star – I feel almost as honoured as your candidate for understatement of the year must be.

2:26 PM  
Blogger postliberal said...

Chris –

Ahhh that great singer songwriter “E” must surely be deserving, for such wonderful and brilliantly creative devotion to the cause of musical angst, of some kinda recognition. And you shall have the lolly pop, as kindly donated by 50 Cent.

2:29 PM  
Blogger Martin said...

I really meant that I didn't figure out from the words in front of me that any relationship was involved here. For all I know it could be that he's not okay because a kid on the train elbowed him in the bollocks, or he burnt his hand on the water heater at work, or a friar told him to shut up.

Got something mp3ish to send you by the way.

8:26 PM  
Blogger postliberal said...

I await the music with great anticipation. I know of few angsty tracks that don't catalogue the terrible treatment laid out on some lonesome and rejected soul - but it's entirely possible that the flimsy carrier bag he was carrying his shopping in ripped open and smashed his eggs over the pavement.

1:03 AM  

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