Part 6: Song 5
Ten entries about the ten best songs of all time.
Superchunk - "Detroit Has a Skyline"
Perhaps the worst thing about being human, aside from the pain and death and misery and all that shite, is cognitive awareness that it's all, in the end, very silly. We use catch-alls to shut people up, get them to stop complaining: "There are people starving in Africa, so quit bitching," as if it means anything. Our state, as humans, is such that no matter how trivial we know our problems are, no matter our knowledge that, in the future, we won't care, we still have to sit through the whole messy business. Our experiences are subjects of our brain's biology.
It's funny to examine one's own coping mechanisms. For instance, in high school, when I had a bad day, I would either fall asleep while listening to Against Me! (oh Lord they were good when they were still a folk-punk band) or play through Silent Hill 2. To get over melancholy, I would immerse myself in extremely melancholic art. Huh! I have friends who think it's a good idea to randomly insult people whenever they're going through tough times. Others, well. . . they get really drunk. Others hide away.
Nowadays, I'm more of a runner. Or, I would be, if I hadn't messed up my knee on one particularly bad night. I'd like to think I'm the type of person who could write a song, if he wanted, or if he knew how to play an instrument. As it is, I just listen to already-good music, over and over. It doesn't have to have anything to do with anything, I just need to be able to sing along.
Hell yeah!
Superchunk - "Detroit Has a Skyline"
Perhaps the worst thing about being human, aside from the pain and death and misery and all that shite, is cognitive awareness that it's all, in the end, very silly. We use catch-alls to shut people up, get them to stop complaining: "There are people starving in Africa, so quit bitching," as if it means anything. Our state, as humans, is such that no matter how trivial we know our problems are, no matter our knowledge that, in the future, we won't care, we still have to sit through the whole messy business. Our experiences are subjects of our brain's biology.
It's funny to examine one's own coping mechanisms. For instance, in high school, when I had a bad day, I would either fall asleep while listening to Against Me! (oh Lord they were good when they were still a folk-punk band) or play through Silent Hill 2. To get over melancholy, I would immerse myself in extremely melancholic art. Huh! I have friends who think it's a good idea to randomly insult people whenever they're going through tough times. Others, well. . . they get really drunk. Others hide away.
Nowadays, I'm more of a runner. Or, I would be, if I hadn't messed up my knee on one particularly bad night. I'd like to think I'm the type of person who could write a song, if he wanted, or if he knew how to play an instrument. As it is, I just listen to already-good music, over and over. It doesn't have to have anything to do with anything, I just need to be able to sing along.
Hell yeah!