I will not ever forget the fact that I had “The Future Freaks Me Out” by Motion City Soundtrack stuck in my head from 2005 to 2010.
That was five years. One song. Others made only curt appearances, often in the form of catchy lines (“this shit IS bananas…b-a-na-na-s.”) The first line of “The Future Freaks Me Out” is very simple, “Betty can’t stop listening to modern rock, oh!” and then it enjambs “oh” to the next line, “Oh! She hates to be alone.” And for me it was those two lines that set up a whole history of needing to feel both of those things. It was five years – I truly could NOT STOP listening to modern rock – and, oh, I did hate to be alone. I say it set up a history because in more than one way, I have grown out of trying to be Betty. I listen to different music and I love to be alone. But, that song came with a whole album, and that whole album came with my impending history.
Recently, I asked my little sister Shannon what kind of music she was into in high school. She had just moments ago posted to Facebook that she was listening to M.I.A., & since I listened to M.I.A. a lot more in high school it got me really curious as to how Shannon just now fell into that trend, and also what trends she picked up on when she was teenagery. She said that she liked Fall Out Boy, Taking Back Sunday, but mostly folksy stuff like Iron and Wine. But that she only listens to Fall Out Boy now when she’s angry, because they are so angsty.
I was trying to draw a correlation. For exposition’s sake, I should say that Shannon has had a fairly steady relationship for a number of years, even though she is two years younger than me, and that even when she and her sometimes-boyfriend are not together no other men really (seem to) enter her picture. It’s something I admire about Shannon. She got all the stick-to-it genes and all the I-know-what-I-want genes and she also has the best butt of the three of us. But the correlation I was trying to draw was between her music and her relationships. I perceive her to be level-headed, slightly romantic, and patient with people. Which is exactly what I think you must be with folksy stuff, like Iron and Wine specifically. You have to be patient, slightly romantic, and level-headed to enjoy what they’re doing. Me? I still get mad when people try to play Iron and Wine around me. That shit is just not panicky enough.
So, in high school for me it was a lot of Motion City Soundtrack. The second line is from the narrator’s perspective, “I try to compensate her lack of love with coffee cake, ice cream, and a bottle of ten dollar wine.” &, in true-to-Betty form, I looked all around in high school and college for men who would compensate my lack of love (with sweets and eventually alcohol). Failing that, in true-to-Betty form I eventually just did the third line. “She says ‘Hey! I rock the Haro sport, I rock the cowgirl blues, I rock too fast for love; I’m footloose in my velcro shoes’.” For me, that was most of high school and all of college. I wore a lot of crazy clothes and didn’t fall in love and acted like I was better-than.
But the album came with several more notably unpleasant occurrences. It had a main-character/semi-omniscient narrator who got into all sorts of romantic and interpersonal and introspective scrapes. “Indoor Living” is about not being able to express yourself because you find life exhausting. The problem is that someone, whether the narrator himself or someone spending time with the narrator, desperately wants him to express himself, but he’s afraid of disappointing them so he cannot. I went ahead and did that to my first boyfriend…constantly telling him that I didn’t want to let him down, and that I wanted to run away screaming to keep him safe. This album is even titled, I Am the Movie, and guys I AM the movie.
It feels that way, at least, when I remember my life in relation to specific lines. “You said we were an accident; you’ll always be my favorite one” is for the gay guy I loved in high school. “I’ll be back tomorrow, I’ll be back in the ballroom swingin’, I’ll be back with my superman action and I’m off to save the world,” is for all the time I spent trying to manage my weird peers…like being in choir, and in marching band, and in theatre, and then eventually in a real band with the aforementioned boyfriend and a bunch of schmucks who needed a mom. And “I like the red dress,” is just ’cause I needed that boyfriend to like me in a red dress. This album deals with trying to write, trying to relate, and trying to reverse your wrongs – as did I then, as do I now.
This phenomenon in my life got much more serious as Motion City Soundtrack got less abstract. I won’t go on and on in a blog about Commit This to Memory because I CAN’T. I simply cannot put it into any more words…I’ve used up a lot and they all run dry until somebody asks me, with some sincerity, why I am so close to that album. But let’s just say I wrote my only screenplay ever from it. And let’s also say that Justin Pierre, lead singer, dealt with a lot of suicidal desires in the next three albums and I painstakingly did that with him.
Last year (technically it’s still 2014, so in May of 2013) I was graduating college and moving to Colorado. I was part of a marketing firm that was gonna send me shooting straight into the metaphorical American “one percent” and I was gonna give away all the money to all the people. When I drove from Denton to Denver, I was adamant with my father (who rode along) that I would not listen to ANYTHING except The Format. I had two full albums, a live album, B-Sides and Rarities, and 2 EPs, plus an album by fun. (also Nate Ruess of The Format) and that album again but live. And it was all I wanted to hear! Songs about traveling away from people you love, songs about trying to make your career work, and songs about missing people. I still associate “Oceans” with a friend who just got engaged. Those were the brunt of it, but what was I supposed to do with a song like “I’m Actual”?
This song starts, “So can we take the next hour and talk about me? Talk about me and we’ll talk about me. Talk about me, and we’ll ONLY talk about me.” What I didn’t expect, when I moved to Denver, was that Justin would show up and love me. So I have, again, painstakingly, put him through some of the worst parts of these albums. I have expected him to shut up and listen to me for too long (an hour? Really?) “Dog Problems” is about moving in with someone too soon, and then moving right out…which I almost did to Justin. There’s a song about a girl who sleeps around (“Dead End”) and lemme tell you, I was into that right before getting out of college. “She breaks for the summer so she can find a lover, she thinks that they are bottles of wine. They make you dinner and they sing you to sleep…but in the morning? Find the bottle is empty”. I went on countless dates with people I didn’t like after two hours, and sometimes got carried away with those people. When she, the song’s character, does find a lover, this is his take on the whole situation, “I’m looking for a dead-end song…I love it when you talk so much and act like nothing is wrong…We sit and find the flaws in everyone. I wanna keep you right by my side, holding up tidal waves.” So I think I am that girl now. At a dead-end, holding up tidal waves, talking so much to pretend nothing’s wrong, and pointing out the problems of other people in order to feel good about my relationship.
But at the same time as The Format there was a lot of Wilco. Wilco shouts right into your heart, like “Nothing’s ever gonna stand in my way!” which helped me find a job and “I’ve got reservations about so many things, but not about you,” which helped me love when I wanted to leave. I was listening to all of that over a year ago, in a panicked sort of way. I couldn’t listen to enough Wilco. Like I needed to ingest and digest and expect what they said when they said, “I am trying to break your heart” and “I’m worried; I’m always in love,” and “Every little thing is gonna tear you apart.” I am worried, I am in love, every little thing is tearing me apart sometimes and I know I am trying to break hearts. But “Jesus, etc” has this line, “Jesus, don’t cry! You can rely on me, honey. You can come by any time you want,” that I know Justin emulates. He doesn’t get why I’m sad when I’m sad, & he knows he will always be there for me so none of the trivial crap matters. Later in the album is “If I could you know I would just hold your hand and you’d understand; I’m the man who loves you,” and that’s what I feel about him. Always fighting to make it clear who I am and what I am to him.
Somewhere in me, I know there’s a part that should be saying, “C’mon, these are good artists just because they plugged into universal human experiences. Nothing special, and they haven’t brainwashed you.” And I believe that! But I also don’t believe that I’m deciding what to listen to based on who is a good artist. Really I like anyone in my vocal range. I mean, I still like every fabulous piece of shit Fall Out Boy puts out because Patrick Stump and I could hang in the back of the choir. But on the other hand, I feel like they are emphatically telling me what not to do and I just keep making the same mistakes that end in heartbreak. If the album is a playbook then you are meant to first reverse all the directions, but I never got those instructions.
So, I’m making a conscious decision to look at what I’m feeding my subconscious. I’m listening to Anais Mitchell sing about couples who grow old and in love and never quite measure up to each other’s expectations (“The Shepherd’s Song”, from Young Man in America, is about a woman who is so stubborn that she dies in childbirth, but she loves her husband and their farm and their future). “Tailor” is about deciding who you want to be based on what someone likes about you, which is only reasonable if you think somebody brings out the best in you. And apart from Anais Mitchell, not much is sticking. “Betty [still] can’t stop listening to modern rock” but what really sticks is the stuff that sounds new and different and the stuff that sounds like a future I’d like to have. At this point, I’m convinced that what I listen to is life-changing. But, like Shannon, perhaps I could slow it down and listen to some Iron and Wine and focus on patience, level-headedness, and romanticism. Because what lacks in the angsty stuff, in the Fall Out Boy and Motion City Soundtrack (and M.I.A. and Against Me! and Dr. Dog and Andrew Jackson Jihad and The Format) is a desirable, romantic, peacefulness.
I need peace like we all do. Peace be with you.
Sincerely,
-M