Sunday, November 26, 2017

The Long Lost Mixtape - Episode 5: Gospel for the Panicked

I just started reading 'Resurrection' the final book written by the great Russian author, Leo Tolstoy. I would normally mention this to brag, but frankly, it is a deep and complex work and most of it is going over my head. Any attempt to show-case my intelligence would be an ironic mess.

For background, Tolstoy was a born into nobility. He served in the Russian army during the Crimean war. He was a devout Christian. His beliefs would become zealot-like in his twilight years. He would come to abhor private property, alienate himself from his own family and sacrifice his fortune to support a religious movement known as the Doukhobors. During this latter period in his life he would write Resurrection, his final novel, published in 1899.

'Resurrection' seems to mimic the transition in his beliefs. The plot focuses on a young Russian noble, Nekhlyudov, who trying to find redemption for his brief affair with Maslova, a young woman who's life as a result, would lead down a path to prostitution and eventually trial for murder.

While not the happiest tale ever told, the title of the work brings hope: Resurrection. The word is defined by Webster's Dictionary as "The rising again to life of all human dead before the final judgement." A physical change from dead to living. The spiritual form of this change is called 'redemption'. It is defined as 'the action of being saved from sin, error, or evil.' And it seems, the more fitting name for the story (as it has been set up thus far).

Despite religious beliefs or spiritual background, we are all human-beings. We are all fallible. Inherent in this imperfect nature we all have an inherent desire to repair mistakes, and overcome challenges. But real change is hard. And while you don't need a masterful piece of Russian literature to tell you, it requires patience. It takes time.

And most importantly it takes desire. Nothing exposes the core of a person quite like the honest realization and desire to change. And few songs capture this better than the subject of today's episode.

The song is "This is Gospel" from Panic at the Disco. It was released August 12, 2013 as the second single from the band's fourth Album "Too Weird to Live, Too Rare to Die!"


To be fully transparent, this episode was a challenge. Comparing the tales of redemption between that of Tolstoy and Panic at the Disco is quite the juxtaposition. But if we can all equate literary finesse with intense melodrama, I think the comparison works.

I would imagine the subject of the song fits into the same situation as the parabolic Prodigal Son. I am also going to assume that since this is an alt. rock jam, the song is focused on a failed romantic relationship.

This is Gospel for the fallen ones
Locked away in permanent slumber
Assembling their philosophies
From pieces of broken memories

Without love, our subject becomes like the Emo Kids of 2006, dead, but only metaphorically. And like the dead and emo population, he possesses nothing but time to brood. In doing so he, like Tolstoy's Nekhlyudov, mulls over the history of his life, learning what he did wrong and what he can do to undo the heartache. Melodrama at its finest.

Oh, This is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart
Oh, This is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart

At first, I thought this was a meaningless filler line. And frankly, it probably is. But I never understood the phrase "benefit of the doubt" so I gave the lines another brief think. These lines are a strong yet subtle emphasis. "This is the beat of my heart" can be translated to "This is who I have become." While not free of all melodrama, it is a sincere declaration of change. "I want to be better."

The gnashing death and criminal tongues conspire against the odds
But they haven't seen the best of us yet

As previously stated, the path of change is long and hard. It feels like the world is stacked against our subject (it wouldn't be a good story otherwise).

If you love me let me go
If you love me let me go

At first, I thought this was a demand to the former lover and object of this tale. But on a second take, it seemed almost self directed. It could be translated to "If I had any self respect, I would let the old me go." Another Christian euphemism to baptism, which itself is complex metaphor for death, rebirth and redemption.

'Cause these words are knives and often leave scars
The fear of falling apart
And truth be told, I never was yours

Simply put: the stronger the pain, the stronger the resolve to avoid it again.

The fear, the fear of falling apart

This line is genius. So much so, I was strongly tempted to do a mini-episode just on this one line. But the whole song was too good to pass up. Usually, fear is often a very specific thing: the fear of heights, the fear of speaking in public. There is a tangible situation and condition associated. Personally, I am claustrophobic. I avoid small spaces. Simple. But abstract fears are described in very vague terms. The fear of failure, for instance, is hard to pin down. What constitutes failure?

The line: 'the fear of falling apart' captures both the specific and vague. Falling apart is a very specific sensation, usually a complete loss of emotional and mental control. I imagine myself crying in the shower wearing a suit and tie and eating chocolate cake by the fistful, while Enya plays gently in the background. Only hypothetically of course. But behind this breakdown, there is so much more. Falling apart is only the first step. There is fear of the aftermath, the fear of embarrassment, the fear of being alone, the fear of never finding your way back, the fear of the fear of remaining broken. The fear of your dry-clearner not being able to repair your suit and the fear that your favorite bakery won't be able to fill your orders anymore because you can only reserve so many specialty dutch chocolate cakes in a week. With one simple phrase, an undefinable blackhole of fear is captured and opened right in front of us. And without the decision and dedication to change, we will not triumph over the fear.

Change is scary. Redemption is hard. Renewal is painful. But it is worth it.

Good luck out there. Thanks for reading

Sunday, November 19, 2017

Monday in History

Welcome back 
Monday, huh? Not your favorite day. But does it have to be so bad? Hasn't anything good ever happened on a day like today? Why don't we step back into a long neglected segment I like to call - 

-Monday in History-

November 20th:
On this day in 1815, France and Allies, led by the Napoleon Bonaparte, signed the Second Treaty of Paris. In February of that same year, Napoleon escaped from exile and regained power, a time period known as his 100 days of restored rule. 

Fearing this return, a coalition, led by the Duke of Wellington, defeated Napoleon at the battle of Waterloo. Shortly after, the Second Treaty of Paris was signed. Many of the tenants of this treaty were punitive in nature, demanding France pay heavy reparations for the cost of war and for measures to deter future conflict. 

Why is this important to you?

1. This treaty signified the ending of the Napoleonic wars. It was very influential in solidifying the boarders and identities of the nations involved, the impact of which we can still see today. One point in particular was emphasis placed on the neutral nature of Switzerland during the conflict.

2. Thanks to a little Swedish Magic, we also get one jazzy little tune out of it. Take it away ABBA


Thanks for reading. Good luck out there

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

Long Lost Mixtape - Mini: How I Wanted It to Feel.


Another mini episode. 

At least in my mind, Music is divided into 1. Words conveying a meaning and 2. Music carrying a message. To show this watch the clip below:


Now watch it again without sound. 

Less intense, right? Without the intense horror film score, the clip loses feeling and thus meaning. Sound signals emotion. Now, in the context of a song, words replace literal images with those we create from our own minds. This is one of the strengths of music. We are far better at creating those images in our own imaginations and memories than the artists themselves. This is one of the reasons books are so often superior to their film counterparts. And while it is easy for us to pair an emotion with a melody and an image with a lyric, it is far more difficult to do the reverse. This is why we refer to musicians as artists. Their job is to do just that: match a melody to an already existing feeling and words to an image.

This leads to one of the most gratifying phenomenon's in my life: Finding a song through which an artist has perfectly captured a feeling and paired it with the same precise image I had already created in my own mind. We've all been there to some degree. We've heard a song that felt specifically written for us. This has only happened a handful of times in my life, but here is the latest.

The song is "California Stars" By Wilco & Billy Bragg.

The lyric is "So I'd give this world just to dream a dream with you on our bed of California stars."


Not too long ago, I moved to a big city to work in an office with long, intense hours. It was a major lifestyle shift. An intense and rewarding experience. But at times it has been almost unbearable. I first heard this song sitting at my desk in the wee hours of a Wednesday having worked since the previous morning. I found myself alone in the dark, furious and frustrated at mistakes I had made. Then I remembered a colleague on my floor recommended this song to me. I turned it on and immediately had to hold back tears. The song flashed through my brain and pulled out dusty images and feelings that had been hidden behind the stress of work. I was in a gentler, warmer place. A warm ocean sunset in California, resting on soft sand. Just breathing. It was a beautiful moment. It was everything I had been yearning for. And I am grateful for that moment and for this song which continual takes me back.

Now I encourage you: Go find your own. Find a song that you feel was written with you in mind.

Thanks for reading. Good luck out there.

The Long Lost Mixtape - MINI: Not That Bad

If I had one wish for these posts it would be for people to listen to music with a stronger sensitivity to lyrics and how they mesh with music. The songs listed in these blurbs achieve success not only by conquering on both fronts but marrying the two together creating a complete feeling that grows into one multidementional emotion. But not all songs are wonderful for their lyrics. In many instances a song has wonderful music but terrible lyrics. Some only have a line or two worthy of note. In these mini episodes, I'm going to highlight a few lines or bars to show that flecks of genius can pop up anywhere.

The song is  Pompeii by Bastille.

The lyric is: "But if you close your eyes, does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?"


Please know that I love this song, and have many fond memories associated with it. So why this one?

The song itself is very well done, even lyrically. However this one line, from the chorus, far outshines  everything else.

In a post-pokemon-go world, We, the millennial generation is struggling with growing up. Our generation cringes at a history that fails to meet our standards of political correctness all the while obsessing in remakes of media we adored as children. Likewise, we don't know whether to achieve our dreams, just like our elementary school teachers told us to, or climb back into the metaphorical whom of our parents basements and wait out the storm of life to pass. Life is tough.

But Bastille takes a moment to slow down. Encourages us to close our eyes and really feel life. Ponder it over and drink it in. Are things that bad? Has the world turned upside-down? No. No it
hasn't. Life flows along and things are alright.

Good luck out there. Thanks for reading.

Sunday, November 5, 2017

The Long Lost Mixtape - Episode 4: Faking it through Early November

So I totally forgot to do Part 2 of the Halloween episode, but don't worry it is coming. Since it is early November, this song was far too timely to pass up.

I genuinely like people. I really do. Remember that old quote "I've never met a man I didn't like"? That's from the American humorist and entertainer Will Rogers. (Technically he didn't say it or come up with it originally but that's there, not here. Regardless, he is full of great whit and wisdom and definitely worth looking up). I think the quote is incomplete. I would tweak it to read as follows:

"Give any person enough time and patience, and you'll never meet anyone you don't like."

If you give someone a chance to be funny, they will be funny. Let them show you how great a person they can be and that is who they will become it. Comedian Maria Bamford, in her genius comedy routine '20%', described the extreme version of this idea she calls the emotion 'Violently Positivity'. Having lived in the 'super positive city' of LA for some time, she would demand and force those around to her see their own potential and achieve it despite all rejections by that person (I promise the routine is funnier than I'm making it out to be).

On the flip side, I've been one of the most bitter people on the planet. For the longest time in my life, I have hated happy couples. It went beyond seeing a random happy couple on the street and hoping that they end the day on an uncomfortable argument about who's family is more unpleasant at Thanksgiving. I mean that I would anonymously write extremely inappropriate things in the guest books at weddings.

Some of my favorites include:

"The hardest decision any married couple makes is who gets to keep all the terrible marriage advice after the divorce."

"I'm sure you'd like to know the over/under on how long we think this thing is going to last, but trust me, you both have secrets that are even more pertinent and are going to win me a lot of money."

And my personal favorite:

"Stacey, I'm so sorry, I was wrong, I was wrong! I know that now, I was a fool! I know you'll never come back to me and I know I'll never be good enough but Not Him, you can't trust him! He's done things, unspeakable things! Oh why Stacey? Why? I can't live like this anymore! I can't bear it! I can't go on. I'm going to do it this time. I swear, I'm going to do it and no re-run of the Goonies is going to stop me!"

I hope everyone can understand and enjoy the far-fetched nature of comedy and realize I've never actually written any of those things, nor would I admit to writing them in a public sphere. But do you see what I mean? Two halves. All to eager to love and embrace and support. Then suddenly a bitterness bursts into life, destroying all that good sunshine we've been walking on. I don't like it. I hate being Mr. Hyde. I fear becoming a weak Dr. Jekyll who can't control the transformation.

So now, in Clint Eastwood fashion, we need to ask ourselves a question. Is it possible to fix this dichotomy? 

The song is "Hair" by the Early November. It is the fourth track on the second disc from their critically acclaimed three disc release, "The Mother, The Mechanic, and the Path". The album itself is worth an episode but all in good time. Let's begin.


Hello, how are you?
Like your shoes, love your hair
Hello, how are you?
Love that shirt, you look great
Hello, how are you?
Love your pants, and your smile
Hello, how are you?
How's your wife and your kids?
Hello, how are you?
Love that hat on your head
Hello, how are you?
Missed you so; it's nice to see ya

Friendly! Loving! positive! Showered with compliments! And yes, these are new Vans, thanks for noticing!

 It is a song that makes you want to walk down the sidewalk of your childhood home and plink a stick against those pearly-white picket fences. And more so, this song is concerned about you. Crazy, right? Well, not you, you, but the metaphorically you. In this first verse they greet us and ask all of us individually (at least six of us), "How are you?" There is concern and care.  The music video does this amazingly with a 1950's suburban broadway representation of how great life is and can be.

But isn't that great? I mean deep down, I think we all want to be happy and want others to be happy too, right? So what's up with the chorus? Let's examine.

All we have at the end of the day
Is the lonely road out

Dark turn down "Existentialist Crisis Lane" which feeds into that old cul-de-sac known as "the Mortality of Humanity". Odd and a bit uncomfortable. The same type of feeling my recently married friends will get when they open my wedding gift to them: a free session with the city's best marriage counselor. (Once again I didn't actually do that).

But why the turn?

All I know at the end of the day
Is the love to smile now, even if that's fake

I don't know if a song can have a thesis, or even if it should, but I don't know of a better example where a song does than here. Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde meet. They greet one another and come to a mutual conclusion that they can coexist inside the same soul. Now I know what you are asking yourselves - "Where is he going with this?" Well, I'll tell you.

I can love a person enough to put on a fake smile and be happy for them in the moment, even when I clearly don't feel that way. This is the same when I tell a co-worker that "life's great despite this week from Hell". Because at my core I am happy, even though I don't feel particularly so in that moment, day or even week. It is because I have made my mind up to be so. And so has the Early November -

All I know is I'm done acting
And I'll be happy for your life, even if I hate it all

Call it a fake demeanor if you want, but despite the violent positivity and despite a super bubbly verse there is a genuine hope inside every human being. And we can use it to make those around us happy until we too find a reason to genuinely be happy too.

Thanks for reading, Good luck out there.