Battle for the Sun
I had thought I would say something about the new placebo CD Battle for the Sun. I just got it and I thought I would pimp it on my journal, maybe do a mini review and have some fun with it. So I put my headphones on and I listened to it while I was getting ready to sleep. Then I got up and listened to it again, and again, and again, and I cried.
I have never been a music person, don’t get me wrong I like music fine, just not over much. I never really got it, if that makes any sense. At the most basic level we like music that we can identify with and I have never really completely fit anywhere. I get it now.
Music fulfills a need, not so much for sympathy, but for recognition, that someone else has been there, that you are not alone. The best music is like a sucker punch. It’s the perfect love song after a breakup, the mournful lyrics after the loss of a loved one. You listen unsuspecting and it hits you like a brick wall and you cry all over again because it is exactly where you are. It’s a story whispered on the razors edge of pain and pride that finally gets through the numbness and disbelief, the towering piles of well meant sympathy that mean nothing, and leaves the pain bare to the light.
I’m not in a bad place, just an uncomfortable one. I never knew how much I needed to know that I wasn’t the only one who has gone through this, that my pain is real. That I am not alone.
So I can’t review this CD. I can’t tell you a damn thing about the music. I can’t even say anything about the new drummer. I don’t know if it’s any good or not, I still can’t tell.
Do I like it? Yea, you could say that.