Tuesday, December 31, 2024

Rorschach - Remain Sedate


Rorschach

Remain Sedate

Release date : 1991


Pavlov’s Dogs

Numb

Can’t feel

Open wounds never heal

Bleeding

I sense no pain

Festering

Over and over again

Drooling

The bell has rung

What have I said

What have I done

Unconscious to the act

Not realizing until after the fact

Everything evil becomes serene

Drilled in my head

What does it mean?

Numb

Can’t feel

Open wounds never heal

Conditioned to react

Without thought

Without tact

Bleeding

I sense no pain

Festering

Over and over again

Drooling

The bell has rung

What have I said

What have I done

Unconscious to the act

Not realizing until after the fact

Everything evil becomes serene

Drilled in my head

What does it mean

What have I said

What have I done


    As it is in the title of the song, it is almost mandatory to begin by introducing Pavlov, whose name may be familiar to a lot of people. Ivan Petrovich Pavlov, to be exact. If you have done some introduction class in Psychology, the name must have been mentioned. The experiments for which he is known for by most people would be those carried in the 1890’s, in which he researched the response of dogs being fed. i To summarize, he observed that dogs would associate the sound of the assistant bringing the food to eating and would start salivating before the food would actually be in front of them. Stimulus and response introducing the theme of conditioning.

    As for the song, the first image presented is the one of an open wound, bleeding. It is combined to the idea that healing should not be expected. The claim by the interlocutor that they are not experiencing pain spawns the question as to whether they are the one with the wound or they are the one to have inflicted it. The perplexity is maintained for a little while longer, as the audience is made aware that it is a process that is repeated and that is leaving the protagonist in some form of a state of confusion. As though the actions were subconsciously performed. The ringing of the bell, a direct reference to Pavlov’s experiments, has commanded a series of actions performed.

    One of the elements that supports the idea that the pain is inflicted by the author to someone else is the allusion to ‘tact’. If the wounds were self-inflicted, why would tact become an issue? How does one injure themselves with tact? By definition, the notion of tact may imply relationship with others and a desire not to be offensive.ii Although hurting yourself may be offensive to your body, it would be a strange phrasing to express the idea. In this perspective, the song could be interpreted as a realization that the interlocutor has become desensitized to hurting others. The word ‘drooling’ may even suggest that they have developed a desire to do so. However, the conflict between the serenity with ‘everything evil’ and the perplexity resulting from the actions performed indicates that the transformation may not be complete. It suggests that the actions may not be entirely condoned.

    Having been programmed implies that someone is behind the programming. The identity of that person is left unkown as no clues are provided. Is it possible that someone would program themselves through repetition? The ringing of the bell could simply be a trigger, and not an actual person trying to generate a reaction. The answer to that question may reveal itself to be some form of personality test. If you believe the source to be external, you would be the type of person who blames others for the things going wrong in your life. If you believe the source to be internal, you would be more inclined to blaming yourself.

    Side note, apparently the song appears in the movie Zero Dark Thirty. As violence and war go hand in hand, it may be a credit to the pertinence of the song, even nowadays, even 35 years after the fact.


In the Year of Our Lord

Blindfolded

Gagged

Planet tied to a stake

Only seconds remain

Dreading the impending fate

The firing squad aligns

An all too familiar sight

Human callousness and greed

Wholeheartedly take aim

The pendulum swings

Moving closer to your skin

The worst has been feared

Darkness

Closing innocent eyes

I can see the so called

So called progress

I can sense the fear

Fear of the future

Widespread starvation

Screaming in poverties’ choir

The well endowed hold a match to this funeral pyre

A terrible imbalance

An incredible waste

No direct experience of famine’s taste

Caught in the grind of the plague of humankind

These problems are not mine

This pain is not mine

I don’t care if you live or die


    From whose perspective are we experiencing Planet Earth’s execution? And, is it the physical planet that is ‘tied to a stake’? Or is it only living beings, making this image more literal? A clue to answer these questions may be found in the identity of the executioners, which are identified as ‘human callousness and greed’. The finger points to a lack of empathyiii and perhaps capitalism, if ‘greed’ is linked to the ‘progress’ appearing a few lines apart. In this perspective, the lack of empathy would be towards the fate of the beings inhabiting the planet because the resources are being depleted to satisfy a desire for profit.

    An opposition is established as the event is described through the eyes of an audience. There is a separation between the ‘firing squad’, those on the execution line, and the witnesses. If those being executed are members of the same group as the audience, the situation would be a duality. If not, the situation would involve three groups. The guilty, the force of repression for the ‘well endowed’, and the audience. Another contrast appears in the executioners and the famined mouths of the poverty choir. Both groups are established as separate because they have had different living conditions. Through this polarization, the narrator places themselves directly in the action, although it is unclear on which side, as they say ‘I can see the so called / so called progress / I can sense the fear’. Moreover, later on, they refuse to share the burden of the ‘impending fate’, expressing detachment and strong lack of interest in the outcome of the execution. Playing a little bit of devil’s advocate, exposing a bias and projecting a desire for the narrator to be on the side of the underdogs, a paralel could be drawn between In the Year of Our Lord and Pavlov’s Dogs to posit that the source of their detachment stems from their conditioning. Therefore, the lack of empathy signaled would not necessarely imply that the narrator are part of the elite of the haves. As opposition is established through the social classes of the parties involved, it is also expressed through vocabulary, as the ‘blindfolded’ are opposed to an ‘all too familiar sight’. In addition, the intensity of the drive from the authority figures differs from the one of the narrator. The former takes aim ‘wholeheartedly’, implying that they are invested in the action taking place, but the narrator does not ‘care if you live or die’. It is cruciality against detachment. This mix of opposing forces establishes a climate of war.

    The portrait is one of an execution by firing squad, but it is also one of a ‘funeral pyre’. The phrase ‘firing squad’ may be misleading and mean that they are the ones setting a fire, and not firing rifles. If that were so, mentioning that they are aligned would be a very specific thing to say of a rare image.

    The theme of responsibility, if not accountability, is brought up, as the singer states that ‘these problems are not mine / this pain is not mine / I don’t care if you live or die’. The picture established is a planet being executed in front of the narrator’s eyes. The absence of emotion towards the event taking place implies more than mere detachment. It could be that the witness believes the victims has brought it upon themselves. It could be that the narrator has taken actions to differentiate themselves from those being executed. Those actions are not to stop an execution, obviously, but they may be to not give in to ‘the grind of the plague of humankind’, callousness and greed. It would be similar to claiming that this burden falls upon the shoulders of each and everyone and that it is a fight that one has to fight for themselves and no one can do it for them. The theme of injustice is also brought up, through the ‘terrible imbalance’ qualifying the differences in life experiences of the different groups. It is said to be unfair that a fraction of the population experiences malnourishment while others never have to do so.


Someone

Insecurity

No identity

Finding it hard to cope with reality taking over

The greater majority

A lack of confidence is all that I see

Someone to confess to

Someone to confide in

Someone to believe in

That’s what you seek

My mind is mine

I won’t partake in petty rituals for tradition’s sake

When I’m forced to choose and that choice I make is right

I’ll take credit

Not some spiritual insight

Someone to confess to

Someone to confide in

Someon to believe in

That’s what you seek


    On first degree, the theme of integrity appears to be put forward. There is a sense of modulating your own identity in order to please and adhere to a ‘greater majority’. In a social context, it could be interpreted as someone trying to fit in, but the friendships gained in the process are false because they do not result in people that will be there for you when you need to ‘confess’ or ‘confide’. This interpretation, however, does not account for phrases such as ‘not some spiritual insight’ or ‘tradition’s sake’. What tradition would that have refered to? Some rite of passage? Making friends?

    The use of these two words, in combination with ‘someone to believe in’ rather hints at Religion. In that perspective, every puzzle piece fits into place. The insecurities are the hurdles one faces, going through life, and the ‘reality taking over’. The absence of identity would happen when one submits to a higher power because, as everything you do becomes in honor of some god, you forfeit individuality. The singer’s critique becomes an hypothesis as to the reason why people would turn to religion, which would be ‘a lack of confidence’. The ‘petty rituals for tradition’s sake’ would refer to elements such as going to church, praying, not using the name of the preferred god in vain, amongst other things.

    It could be argued that the theme of accountability makes another appearance with the lines ‘when I’m forced to choose and that choice I make is right / I’ll take credit’. The statement being that their actions are the result of their choice, not the expression of the will of a higher power. When every action made is in the name of a god, that force becomes credited with the idea, the performance and the result. As a reference and a more musical expression of that idea, one may look at Strongarm’s Supplicationiv, in which they say ‘a life of self sacrifice / a new creation / devotion to purity, in the midst of light conviction / […] I surrender all / all I am I’ve spent / spent my essence and much more / more than this death’. This theme further establishes the singer’s view on Religion.


Impressions

We try to hide

Afraid to admit

Subconsciously

A crime we commit

Fear of conclusions

Others will make

Determines what shape it will take

Feeling cheap

Unworthy of praise

Feeling helpless

Don’t surrender to feeling of incompetency

Realization is all

Is all that will overcome

The powers to which we have succumbed

Prying loose

I don’t need your help

All I need was to be myself

What you see is no concern of mine

A day will come when we will all be blind

To what others might see as progression

All I see is an attempt of impression


    A vicious cycle of guilt, fear, and shame is what awaits people who attribute too much importance to the perception from others. If the desire to live up to expectation weighs too heavily in the balance, failure may result in ‘feeling cheap / unworthy of praise / feeling helpless’. Adopting the strategy of leading by example, the singer shares the way in which they were able to overcome this cycle and set themselves free.

    If the narrator gives the impression that they have overcome the obstacle of fearing the perception from others and, therefore, are looking back on those who are still in the cycle, they are not witnesses passing judgement. Rather, the stance is more similar to lending a helping hand. A glimmer of hope echoed in the lines ‘a day will come when we will all be blind / to what others might see as progression’. Optimism joining the party.

    Although the use of the word ‘crime’ may simply refer to a reproachable action, if it were indeed referring to acts punishable by law, Impressions would become a glorification of street life. In this perspective, the advice is to claim your crimes without fearing the ‘conclusions’ of a jury. The sense of shame ‘subconsciously’ acting on perpetrators, pressuring them to try to ‘hide’ what they have done is the same that is attacking their self-esteem. Instead of developing an idea that they are ‘helpless’ and incompetents, the alternative would be to view their resume as ‘realization’. Shedding this fear of the perception of others and embracing their true nature is the suggested key.

    The word ‘impression’, in this context, refers to the impression made on others and a certain anxiety resulting from concern over whether or not that impression is positive or negative. The ‘attempt of impression’ would be a form of objective similar to trying to please or catering to an audience. In addition, the phrases ‘a day will come when we will all be blind / to what others might see as progression’ suggest the existence of a form of tradition as it evokes a set idea of progress. Expected behavior would therefore be perceived as progress, as it follows a path considered normal. Any different path would be considered outside the norm.


Clenching

Change

A matter of time

Leaving the past behind

Trying to relive your life

Letting opportunities slip by

Unclench the fist you hold so tight

Grasping all that is gone

Get a grip on what is to come

Don’t let that knot come undone

A stranglehold that can’t be helped

Turning back will do no good

Wishing you had it all over again

Let it go

Look ahead

Unclench the fist you hold so tight

Grasping all that is gone

Get a grip on what is to come

Don’t let that knot come undone

Clenching


    Evolution. Nostalgia. Routine. Familiarity. Regret. All of them elements associated to the cycle of human life. A rite of passage on the horizon, if one is willing to face the challenge. Time inevitably goes by and things around individuals will change and evolve. Repeating the same things, over and over again, perpetuates a cycle of familiarity. Opting for the familiar choice implies that certain opportunities remain unexplored. One can miss the past, but they can also miss connections or miss out on experiences.

    The advice, in Clenching, could follow Horace and the expression Carpe Diemv, as it recommends geting ‘a grip on what is to come’ and not letting go of it. Regret is portrayed as normal, as it ‘can’t be helped’. While both Horace and the singer may be making the same suggestion based on the uncertainty that the missed opportunities will present themselves again, in the future, Clenching appears to place an emphasis on escaping a cycle. There is a contradiction in ‘leaving the past behind’ and ‘trying to relive your life’. As time cannot be controlled or stopped, as far as we know, the past can only be left ‘behind’. Trying to relive one’s life would prove to be a futile attempt to recreate moments, while each moment created would be distinct, in and of itself (for a deeper exploration of the subject, perhaps we call upon Buried Inside’s Chronoclast?vi). That contradiction may be the basis for the suggestion.

    The image relied upon for the metaphor of living in the past is the one of a clenched fist grasping on the past. A symbolic gesture as the fist is not holding anything because all the moments are gone. The narrator’s tone is insistant and categorical, as they say ‘turning back will do no good’, ‘let it go’, ‘look ahead’, and finally ‘get a grip on what is to come / don’t let that knot come undone’. The choice of this tone may suggest that the clenching the title of the song refers to could be the one of new opportunities, rather than the one holding on to the past. Tone could be the only support to the idea that the title refers to either of them in particular.


So It Goes

Impervious to horror

Abstinence seen as an illusion

Chain-link armor

Impeded on by an unknown force

Pain

Pain

We are all products of our environment

Entrapped

Unable to decide

Yet we sit back on our collective heels and go along for the ride

Driven by contempt in a quagmire of lies

Forced to consent until one dies

Thwarted attempts to a longer life

Recourse stems from infinite tries

So it goes


    The setting includes an horror people have become accustomed to being exercized by an ‘unknown force’. Resistance to it is established as futile, as it is only an ‘illusion’. The ‘quagmire of lies’ may hint at the justifications we draw upon to clear our collective conscience. A mecanism developed to help us ‘go along for the ride’. The first clue as to the subject appears in the line ‘forced to consent until one dies’. This precision hints that the horror allowed to go on may be crime or injustice. The point being made could therefore be that certain actions are being permitted until they reach murder. Under this perspective, So It Goes would draw upon the theme of legality.

    The critique states that injustice is accepted for the simple reason that if the actions were wrong, they would have been punished by law. As the Law is not a physical construct, it would be compatible with the use of the phrase ‘unknown force’. It would be unknown for the reason that it cannot be seen. However, as the concept becomes familiar, the force would cease to be ‘unknown’. It is possible, therefore, that the ‘unknown force’ may be the one causing the injustice and the Law would be the ‘chain-link armor’, as the function of the resource would be to protect the ones wearing it. As the Law, in theory, applies to everyone, abstinence from it would only be a belief or an ‘illusion’. Following in the same direction, the ‘thwarted attempts to a longer life’ would refer to imprisonment, the consequence to committing murder. The recourses developed, for their part, could refer to jurisprudence, as judgements draw upon past cases. The reference to Determinismvii highlights the incapacity to act outside of the lessons derived from past experiences. The implication of the reference to the source of our behavior may be that the Law is only a plaster and does not affect the cause. It may be possible to solve the puzzle of So It Goes through a judicial lens.

    Once again, the image of the cycle is evoked in the actions allowed to go on as well as in the allusion to infinity. It is becoming a common theme, throughout the album, creating an effect of urgency. The enumeration of these cycles could be compared to making a list for the things that need to change.


Lighting Strikes Twice

The perfumed scent of economic stability

Dulled the stench of burning flesh

Turned their heads and pretended but they couldn’t hide from their blood soaked conscience

Injecting a plethora of green into your living corpse

You’re dead and buried

Remain sedate

Without conviction

Genocidal crucifixion

It still occurs on all scales

Do you feel the guilt


    A process of zombification is described through the images of a ‘living corpse’ and a person under sedation. The zombies are not of the brain-eating kind, however, but rather of the mindless worker type. In the name of a healthy economy, people are burning themselves for a cash reward. The question implied being -is this sacrifice voluntary or forced? One of the few clues may reside in the idea that certain people have ‘turned their heads’ and ‘pretended’, resulting in a ‘blood soaked conscience’. Under the perspective that the people have voluntarily submitted to this zombification, the workers would have agreed to a job that would provide an ‘economic stability’, but it comes with an impression of going against nature because the conscience is affected. The injection of money would resemble a vaccine that someone signs up for. This agreement causes the transformation into mindless creatures spinning a wheel. Asking them whether or not they ‘feel the guilt’ suggests that it might not have been worthwhile.

    Under the perspective that the people were forced into becoming the living dead lends an image of experimentation. The scientists performing the procedure would be the ones burning the flesh of the subjects, as well as the ones who have to live with troubled consciences. In addition, they would be the ones allowing the payment to the workers and those who would have made the economy so attractive.

    Crucifixion may be a crucial element in determining consent, as it was a capital punishment, until the fourth century ADviii. As it was a punishment, the people crucified had to be convicted by some form of tribunal. Therefore, it was imposed.

    By relying upon both the second person and third person pronoun, a distinction is being made the parties involved. They are the ones turning their heads, pretending, unable to hide from a guilty conscience, and ‘injecting a plethora of green into your living corpse’. You would be the ones who are living corpses, who are ‘dead and buried’, who are sedated, and ‘without conviction’. Establishing such distinction further supports the idea that consent has not been given, and that consequences are being imposed upon one of the parties.

    When the question is asked whether or not the audience feels guilty, the question could be addressed to the perpetrators, as well as the victims. If addressing the perpetrators, the aim of the question becomes an attempt at evaluating the shamelessness behind the action. If addressing the victims, the question could be questioning the verdict.


No One Dies Alone

Losing sight

Losing the fight

Something done

No one expects

You’re looking

Looking for an easy way out

Said and done

You can’t have regrets

Selfish

Your existence has ceased

Leaving questions

Only you can answer

Making all feel guilty

Guilty for what seems nobody’s fault but your own

You’ll need to see

Understand what you’re doing

You’re looking for attention

You may never get

No laughter

Tears

Pleasure

Fears

Battles to be fought

Friendships need be sought

Feelings

Good or bad

Love you once had

Questions

Needs be answered

You’ve killed yourself

Nothing matters

No one dies alone


    It is impossible not to think of Ringworm’s song of the same titleix, when reading No One Dies Alone. Technically, Ringworm’s song was released around fourteen years after Rorschach’s. The point is not to say who did it first, but rather draw attention to the idea that the subject of suicide has been discussed for quite some time.

    Beginning with an empathetic look at a person hurting and on the verge of committing the irreparable, the point of view quickly turns to the people this decision leaves behind. What sounded so understanding turns into blame, as suicide is qualified as an ‘easy way out’, as well as a ‘selfish’ act. An angry tone directed at the departed also seeps through, within lines such as ‘making all feel guilty / guilty for what seems nobody’s fault but your own’, and ‘you’re looking for attention’. No One Dies alone appears to be a failure to communicate both on the part of the person whose ‘existence has ceased’ and those left with the guilt. On the one hand, the person who committed suicide failed to reach out to friends while, on the other hand, the so-called friend is taken by surprise, as supported by the phrase ‘something done / no one expects’. It is possible that, had communication been better, the friend might have caught signals.

    Selfishness, in the context of suicide, has to go both ways. If the person opting out was selfish in not thinking of the people they would leave behind and the burden of guilt and incomprehension dropped on their shoulders, it is not any less selfish to overlook someone’s despair and ask of them that they should place the well being of those friends above their own interest. In the lines ‘you’ll need to see / understand what you’re doing / you’re looking for attention / you may never get’, the author appears to be clarify that the point being made is that suicide was not the right solution to the problem as it does not achieve the objective. In other words, what would be the point of drawing attention to yourself if you cannot capitalize from it because you are gone? Furthermore, the final lines act as final nails in a coffin as they state ‘you’ve killed yourself / nothing matters’, simultaneously indicating that the ones who are still alive will have to learn to carry the weight or move on and that the person who was struggling will not hurt anymore.

    In comparison, Ringworm’s No One Dies Alone adopts a similar stance, as it also involves incomprehension in the line ‘loyalties forged in fire / will make no sense of this’. However, while it directs attention to the friend hurting from the departure in the line ‘you take a piece of me with you’, the tone is less angry from the absence of the element of blame. Variations on a theme.


My Mind’s in a Vice (and It’s Being Cranked Real Tight)

I don’t like the quiet

It forces me to think

Roadblock in my mind

Pushing me to the brink

I slowly lose compassion for this putrid place

I slowly lose hope for the human race

My mind’s in a vice and it’s cranked real tight

My mind’s in a vice

All the pressure is going to make me explode


    The reference to ‘the quiet’ depicts the setting as an empty room or some place away from the city. The author is looking at the state of the world and the impression is not conducive to creativity. Their diminishing appreciation for ‘this putrid place’ morphs into hopelessness and futility. The more intense this impression becomes, the closer the protagonist approaches to a breaking point. The inspirational ‘roadblock’ is echoed in the lack of details clarifying exactly of what elements the singer disapproves of, creating a circular point of view. The loss of compassion prevents them from finding the words to express their disappointment. The incapacity to express themselves creates the silence that has them focusing on what is wrong, which, in turn, generates the disapproval that is being bottled up inside. A song written about the inability to write lyrics.


Checkmate

To you

Life’s a fucking game and you’re the king

Maneuvering friends

Doesn’t mean a thing

Now you’re losing them

One by one

Your enemy approaches

He’s got you on the run

You won’t stick your neck out

You won’t compromise

You can get by on the manipulation of others’ lives

Making them take the brunt of a force you’re afraid to confront

Now they’re all gone

It’s too late

Checkmate

Pawns are gone

You’re out of bait

Feel it as they focus their hate

Try to surround yourself

Your walls are breaking

Those you have left want to be taken

They see you for what you are and what you have done

This game is no longer fun

Making them take the brunt of a force you’re afraid to confront

Now they’re all gone

It’s too late

Checkmate


    The title of the song refers directly to the game of chess and the song itself describes a person using life as their chess board, using their friends as their pieces. The comparison highlights the manner in which the subject is disposing of each and every other piece to block the attack from the ‘enemy’ instead of using their own means to respond. This attitude is attributed to a fear of confrontation.

    The point being made could be that life is not a game of chess and it involves real people, not just material pieces. That is supported in the idea that the pawns are able to feel hatred and their desire to be taken out of the game after realizing the way in which they were being used. Their ability to feel emotions differentiates them from objects. Moreover, if a game was being played, they might not have given their consent in being used as pieces. The subject would have decided that some people would be manipulated so that they could reach their own personal objectives. The manipulation was allowed to continue only while it was ‘fun’ and the game was lost once there were no one left to manipulate.

    Using the metaphor of a game of chess to describe some form of social manipulation, a victim of manipulation would equal a piece being taken out by the opposing team. A victim of manipulation could, for example, be someone befriended only for the sake of being introduced to other people. The victim, in this case, would be feeling good because of the idea that they have connected with someone and they are spending good times, together. Once they realize that the person who befriended them only wanted to use this connection to befriend other people, they would be left alone and the positive feelings would be gone. This is one of the ways in which the situation could be transposed in an image. After the veil was lifted and everyone realized the game that was being played, the victims of this manipulation were still on the board, which implies that they could still be considered as part of the king’s ‘walls’, but they were wishing or expecting to be taken out. This wish or this expectation could translate as people tolerating someone they do not care much about, temporarily.

    In addition to stating the difference between real life and a game of chess, the idea that the king loses because all the other pieces are gone implies that the king could never win on their own. Their failure to comprehend it and realize how they were overestimating their own capacity are both elements that cause their downfall.


Exist

The rich reeks of beauty

Money down the drain

The poor ignore such vanity

Tolerating endless pain

Why must we compete to be the best?

Why can’t we be content to exist?

It’s impractical

I see only an excuse

Like a disease

There’s a cure

It just needs to be found

Death tolls grow higher

Pulse slowed by greed

Economic feasability

Overpowers the human need

Innocent people doing their best

Why can’t we be content to exist?

Health is not a luxury


    The struggle of the haves against the havenots. Vanity against grit. The reference to richness, when combined to beauty, immediately brings to mind the idea of plastic surgery. Having money grants the rich access to these procedures, while the poor have to remain in their body and endure ‘endless pain’. In this perspective, the competition to determine ‘the best’ could be in terms of looks. If an argument can be made about the surgery and it being ‘impractical’, however, it becomes harder to make a case for the death toll. Addtionally, the ‘pulse’, ‘economic feasability’ and ‘need’ are all pieces that do not appear to belong to this puzzle.

    The reference to ‘health’ is the key that puts everything into perspective. Exist would be more compatible with the idea of healthcare. The rich are able to get treatment for whatever they need, while the poor, on the other end of the spectrum, have to seek treatment they can afford. If they do not have sufficient funds, they have to tolerate ‘endless pain’. It is more than probable that the consequences will be lethal, in some cases. Accessibility to heatlhcare is being questioned, as the narrator asks ‘why must we compete to be the best? / Why can’t we be content to exist?’

    The critique is also pointing a finger at priorities in developing cures and marketability weighing more in the balance than human well being. The lines ‘economic feasability / overpowers the human need’ imply that money is not invested in finding a cure unless it is profitable. The opposite attitude would have been to look at the situation in terms of ‘by any means necessary’, knowing that people are hurting from the lack of commitment.


Oppress

Save the oppressed

Oppressed in whose eyes

Ours so we’re told

Propagandized into being the savior for those who need no help

Only sending the delicate balance into infinite motion

A balance of opposition that wasn’t so wrong

We took advantage

We’ve moved right in legal monopolies

Nothing more

Locking the oppressed into a corner of greed

Who can we blame?

Ourselves

How can we stop?

It’s too late

Oppress

Oppress the opposition

Blow out of proportion

You’ve done it so well

Taking us one step closer to hell

Oppress

Oppress the opposition

Cover up your actions and all that they mean

Plow over the rubble with an overabundance of green


    Propaganda, opposition, ‘being the savior’, ‘blow out of proportion’ are clues pointing towards War. Not a visceral war opposing two well established rivalvries, but rather a more subtle one, as suggested by the covert actions. The uncertainty about the level of oppression those saved were facing raises questions. Having to justify the reason why intervention was necessary implies it was not all that clear, in the first place. If said intervention results in ‘rubble’, it hints at destruction, which, therefore, supports the idea that war is the subject of the song.

    Oppress relies upon an image of bettrayal to question the reasons for waging war. One of the reasons invoked to get involved in war is to save the oppressed. Another could be to gain financial advantage. This is supported by the references to ‘legal monopolies’, the ‘corner of greed’, and the ‘overabundance of green’. When the question is asked as to where the blame should be directed, and the answer is ‘ourselves’, this could be because the ‘we’ were the ones who allowed the situation to happen, whether as the result of being lied to or not overseeing the escalation. If the war in question is an international one, the song could depict citizens disillusioned with the ways their government is selecting the conflicts they get involved in.

    The line ‘blow out of proportion’ is an idea that could allude to the idea that perhaps, the solution to the disagreement could have been different than conflict. For example, and on a smaller scale, when people disagree and choose to resolve the dispute through a fistfight. Inflicting physical damage does not make an a point become irrelevent. It does not make things make more sense. Being the victor of a fistfight does not make the point you were making any more valid than it was when people were still arguing with words. When witnessing a fistfight, some may get the impression that for the situation to escalate to the point where conversation would not suffice and it made it impossible for both parties to maintain composure, it had to be blown out of proportion. Now, transpose the idea to a scale as big as international war. The consequences are more dire than a black eye or a bleeding lip. They are in terms of human lives.

    People being desensitized to inflicting pain onto others, the planet being destroyed for financial gain, people relying upon religion to justify their actions or their way of life, the anxieties generated by life in society, the reluctance in getting out of one’s comfort zone, letting laws and policy makers dictate what is acceptable and what is punishable, capitalism and the dilemma of choosing between a larger income or a cleaner conscience, Suicide, numbness, manipulation, healthcare, and War. Such are the elements in the picture painted by Remain Sedate. If you take a step back and think of the state of the world, today, would you say all of those themes are still relevant? These are all the more reasons why Rorschach deserves an entry on your end-of-the-year billboard from your favorite app. However, that would barely scratch the surface, as the implication from this work still being pertinent today would be that either things have not changed or they have not changed enough. Assessing the progress that was made since 1991 is a study for another time, but Remain Sedate might be a valid starting point.

Wednesday, December 4, 2024

A Bounce for the Soul

    Let us do something a little different, this time. In order for it to make sense, it will have to draw a little more on the personal side, but that is OK. It should end up making sense.

    Throughout the years, I have had to come to the realization that not everybody around me cares about music as much as I do. Some use it as mere background noise, some rely on it to set moods in rooms, some simply cannot stand silence, others like the instrumentation while others even go as far as to memorize a couple catchy phrases… But only a few seem to have it touch their very soul. When nothing else really matters and you’re just passing time until you get back to your room where you can dive back into your world of music.

    It’s hard to explain, but from childhood, music just always seemed important. My parents always played music in the house. They had their collections we could browse through. Then, it was my brother who would come home with names and tapes of artists I had no clue existed and, as we would play them and it was like a door had opened on a whole new part of the world. Around the end of elementary school, it turned into some sort of coded message I had to decypher. Most of the songs I liked back then were in English, which is a second langage, so I had to get over the obstacle of translation before I could have a sense of meaning. Even those that were in French, which is my first langage, were expressing ideas that would not have crossed my mind until then. Something was being said, some experience or knowledge was being handed down, and if I was not paying attention, it fell on deaf ears. I was missing out on some valuable piece of information. That’s about when alternative music showed up, along with punk, very shortly after. Gateway punk. And then a void was filled. A void I had not been conscious of. Something I did not know I needed had come crashing in. All the parents I would not listen to... All the teachers I would ignore... All of them were instantly replaced by these figures who would pass down attitudes, experiences, languages, warnings, ideas…

Along the way, I did meet a few others in whom I could sense a similar connection. Others who had the obsession we could hardly put into words. How many punk bands can you name? How many lyrics can you recite? ‘Yeah, but have you heard their other record?’ Who got their hands on which albums? We could spend entire nights going over new records, reading liner notes and thanks, looking through mailorder catalogs for our next order, drawing logos, making references to names of band members, developing the images we made up in our minds of what these characters must be like based on the austerity or goofyness of their pictures. Being from a small town, in a time before the Internet was as exhaustive as it is now, gaps had to be filled by imagination. Words and pictures were all we needed to form a larger-than-life image of these people.

    I guess I would be hard-pressed to tell you what a typical night should be for a teenager, growing up in the suburbs of a small town. Maybe phone calls or videogames or television? Honestly, there definitely were all of those, but some of the fondest memories are sitting in front of the stereo, trying to write down the lyrics of songs from records I did not own, and for which I did not have access to the booklets. The great majority being in a second language, it would be surprising to read those, today, too. I would confess to filling up gaps with sounds, rather than words, on more than one occasion, and figuring it out, years later. The illumination ensuing when it all finally makes sense… ‘Ooooooohhhh… I get it, noooooowwww…’ I still get wide-eyed, to this day when it happens.

    That should be enough of a prologue. Here is when it ties in with the subject at hand. Bouncing Souls were among the firsts. The first cassette tapes that I got from my friends because I could not possibly just buy everything in one starter punk package. The record stores had limited punk sections, too. The friends had bought some and would lend you a few, perhaps, for a couple days, if you promised to take care of them. So, the way to go was dubbing whole records or making mixtapes that you would play on your walkman and in your room, non-stop. Some walkmans even had the autoreverse function, which would switch the cassette side without having to physically take it out to turn it around. Very practical during winter, up here. The first dive down the punk rabbit hole shoved every other genre aside, and came with as many blank cassette tapes as I could afford, which were dubbed with the records my friends had. Maniacal Laughter was among them. Who that has heard that record did not instantly get Here We Go stuck in their heads for the rest of the day?

    Now that the role music continues to play in my life has been established, I would say that, to me, Bouncing Souls taps exactly into that theme. Fellow music lovers one can relate to. That effect is achieved through their song lyrics and the vibe when you see them live. Or am I projecting too much of a repressed desire for connection onto them? I should rely upon their texts before it backfires.

    For example, and in an attempt at chronology, the importance music has for the Bouncing Souls shows up in Old School, when they allude to a ‘music that you love’ losing its meaning, the difference in purpose in the composition of an audience, the temporality in the adherence to a scene, or the kind of nostalgia experienced by one who still sees some particular music as crucial while reflecting on others who have moved on. Music is more than just sound for some. It is ideals or a way of life. It is words that inspire some people so much that they decide to live by them. Whether they were drawn to it because they were seeking guidance or they simply found an echo to a predisposition inside of them. The intensity of that meaning can be expressed in terms of days or months or years. On the lowest scale of intensity, the songs go into one ear and out the other almost instantly. On the higher echelons, a record gets many plays every year. That would be the beloved music being referred to. In addition to the intensity of the impression made by the records, experiencing them live attaches a new layer upon them, and that is were it tends to become more transcendental. An idea not exclusive to the punk or hardcore scene, although it has become sort of a common theme in those genres. It is a crucial building block of a scene for the simple reason that there would be no scene if everyone remained in their basement listening to music in secret. ‘More than just another crowd’ are words that should ring a bell, here. These performances get people to gather in dimly lit rooms for a multitude of personal reasons. Diversity describes the individuals as well as the walks of life that took them there and the reasons why they are giving their time and money to be in the venue. You could fill a room with people who all love or like a band, yet not all of them do so for the same reason. It can be enraging, too. Picture this, if you will -you are at a concert to see a band that means so much to you only to find yourself surrounded by people texting on their cellphones, taking videos but not taking in the moment, or talking through the whole set. Sounds familiar? How does that get you? Yet, all of you are at the same place, at the same time, by some strange turn of events. There might also be a correlation between the level of importance attributed to the music and how long it remains a part of one’s life. As the lyrics go ‘everyone knows but it seems we all forget / the time we needed to see these ideals for ourselves / and what it meant,’ temporality and evolution are expressed. A message might have been really important in overcoming a particular hardship. However, once that obstacle is behind, one may move on to the next hurdle and never look back. Or once the hype dies out, some may replace a band by the next big thing. When it is no longer popular to refer to a band they would namedrop a different one. However, some may also remain just a while longer, either as monuments to the past or guards holding down the fort for a next generation. Until the next cycle. ‘It’s easy to forget the choices we’ve made / and the promises of the past.’ These two lines evoke the image of people leaving a crowd with one person staying behind, indifferent to the numbers because they are resolute in their desire to stay. There is a hint of bitterness in these words, and perhaps it is mixed with a touch of resentment, too, but if it were not the least bit important, neither of these elements would be present.

‘Sing a song of old school I don’t really care

Where you were or who you know

Sing a song of old school we don’t really care

What you have to say about this

Show the music you love lost it’s meaning

Because these people are not aware

Some people talk others are listening

Sometimes I think I just don’t care

It’s easy to forget the choices we’ve made

And the promises of the past

But if we really listen to these old school ideals

We’ll find what’s good and make it last

Sing a song of old school

Everyone knows but it seems we all forget

The time we needed to see these ideals for ourselves

And what it meant

I guess I’m on a soapbox

Singing a hymn that you don’t want to hear

No sermon when I step down and look around

All I see is separation

Find what’s good and make it last’

Bouncing Souls – Old School, the Good, the Bad, the Argyle

    


    As Maniacal Laughter was among the first cassette tapes I got from my friends, the story of Lamar Vannoy especially echoes with my own experience. In retrospect, it is almost as though it foreshadowed what was to follow, for me. About the same age, similar occupations… It would be years before I would see New York, but, still, I guess that part could be replaced with Montreal as a center of where things happened. The apparels, too, would have to be replaced with the baggiest pants and shirts… but ‘listening to his records in his room / he knew something had to change’ would describe the dive down the punk rabbit hole I was alluding to, just a few paragraphs ago. It ties in with the idea of contrast between my perception of the importance of music and the one I sense in others. I could go nuts hearing some songs while others around show no reaction at all and I would get the impression that I am not ‘like anyone else.’ In a certain way, the line ‘he’s looking for something and he’s gonna’ find it’ could refer to investment, which, in turn, could point towards an explanation of how one can get the impression that the level of importance music plays in the lives of different people is subject to change. If, for example, a certain band has all the ingredients to make them perfect in one’s perspective, it may not be so for the next person. So the one that sees the band as perfect will invest while the other moves on to the next recipe. It would work the same as projection, in a way. ‘If you snoop around long enough for something in particular / you’re guaranteed to find it’ Francis said. In other words, the emotional response one demonstrates to a particular band or record or song may be directly related to how much they wished for that music to fill a void. Seeing in them something you would like to see in yourself.

    Furthermore, the dynamic nature of the composition of a scene is alluded to, once more, when they say ‘but when some years slipped by and he still felt the same / people and money came and went.’ It is interesting to note that, even in the earlier songs, they already evoke the image of one that has been part of a scene for long enough to reflect on the many people that have moved on. In combination to the reference to departures is a suggestion of a potential motive behind the move, which would be money. The implication being that some came for the money and left when they realized there was none to be made, which is another recurrent theme in the punk and hardcore scenes who strove to keep corporate interests out. In a more litteral sense, it could also simply refer to poverty and infer that the character of Lamar Vannoy made the choice to pursue their attraction to punk rather than a salary. The lines ‘so much has gone wrong and so much is bad / but sharing this music with Lamar / there’s so much we have’ describe how money is not everything when it comes to living.

    The punk experience is summed up to a T through these lines. It is punkrock 101, basically. The when and how someone becomes attracted to this music, in the first place, the lifestyle, dressing the part... It is not a user’s manual, but rather a description of a rite of passage anthemized. Those who have been through it will relate. If you know, you know. Similarly to the handshake of a secret society.

‘He was only sixteen and he knew he wasn’t like anyone else

Listening to his records in his room he knew

Something had to change somewhere or he would go insane

But when some years slipped by and he still felt the same

People and money came and went

But the only thing that stayed the same were the feelings he felt

When those records played

He drinks ‘til he falls down

Oi! Oi! Oi!

And his name is Lamar Vannoy!

He’s looking for something and he’s gonna’ find it

Oi! Oi! Oi!

And his name is Lamar Vannoy!

Me and Lamar in NYC on the avenue

Talking about nothing much with a bag of brew

The New York wind will blow

And he will wear his engineer boots

Motorcycle jacket black jeans

Nowhere to go and nothing to do

So much has gone wrong and so much is bad

But sharing this music with Lamar

There’s so much we have

He drinks and thinks about a girl who lies

Oi! Oi! Oi!

And his name is Lamar Vannoy!

He’ll wake up and go to work

With a swollen brain

Oi! Oi! Oi!

And his name is Lamar Vannoy!

He drinks ‘til he falls down

Oi! Oi! Oi!

And his name is Lamar Vannoy!

He’s looking for something and he’s gonna’ find it

Oi! Oi! Oi!

And his name is Lamar Vannoy!’

Bouncing Souls – Lamar Vannoy, Maniacal Laughter


    This takes me back to that time, in June 2000, when me and my brother went to see the Bouncing Souls play the Rainbow, in Montreal, with the Dwarves. It was the Hopeless Romantic tour. I had seen next to nothing of Bouncing Souls live. I was blown away at how, without moving much, Greg could still have such a commanding presence. The whole experience was nothing but fun. Driving six or seven hours to ‘the city’, no parents, showing up at a friend’s place and all the stories that ensued make memories for a lifetime. All because of music. These trips were so formative and eye-opening, getting a teenage boy to see how other parts of the world live. Seeing how you react out of the comfort zone of the hometown you have always known. ‘It’s a dangerous thing, going out your door.’ You never come back home completely the same. Telling these stories to others who have not traveled as much (or traveled differently, like going to a resort in Mexico, with the family, is still traveling, but it’s not exactly the same as adventuring through weird neighborhoods), I realize how lucky I was to get these opportunities… Or not really having them, but taking them, anyways. Bouncing Souls were there for that, too.

    In Fight to Live, music is established as more than a mere soundtrack. It is almost presented as a cure to the ills of modern daily life. When someone begins to show symptoms of depression, give the impression that there may not be anything worth fighting for, anymore, or when questioning whether or not one belongs to the place they find themselves into, the solution is to play that music they are so fond of and the burden is lifted off their shoulders. Moreover, the idea of it being ‘right’ implies that it could have been wrong, too. In order for music to be right, it has to comply to a certain set of criteria. It could be that the words are the ones that people needed to hear for encouragement. It could be that the rhythm generates an ambiance that go hand in hand with one particular evening. In this perspective, music is more than mere noise, it is practically a member of the group. Personifying music is another point supporting the idea that it may be a cure for loneliness because if music becomes equivalent to a person, then, one playing music is not alone. In this instance, the narrator appears to be seeking the thrill of feeling alive. The transcendant nature of a performance is hinted at, confirming what we suggested, earlier. The memory of a specific show translates into fuel to keep one going or to fend off loneliness. Demonstrating how music attenuates the negative impacts of sadness and loneliness confers to it a certain degree of imporance.

    As music was the only thing I was interested in at the time Hopeless Romantic came out, and hearing songs touching on themes such as music shaping one’s identity, I could not help but identify with this band. Even though they were not my favorite band, the memories created through their music gave me what I needed to go through everything else. It made it OK for me to be by myself, because I was never really alone. I had these things, these moments, to go back to, in the back of my mind. Fight to Live encapsules part of that, and so, yet again, the Bouncing Souls would give me the impression that we had this in common.

‘Tonight we’re alone and the music is right

Do you feel good?

Do you feel alright, tonight?

I’m out on the streets tonight

I’m with a few friends so it feels alright

Shouting out loud to this doesn’t do it

If it doesn’t sink in then I say screw it

Same old vices

Not much to dream about

Is there anything left to fight about?

Fighting to live is the only fight I’ve got left in me

I’ve never been the same since that last show

I close my eyes and let myself go to a place

I’m never alone or scared

Somehow I had a reason

A reason to care

I get so lost in it

Live to fight – Fight to live

Tonight we’re alone and the music is right

Do you feel good?

Do you feel alright?

I’m on the train and I’ve got my phones

People all around, but I’m good all alone

I won’t worry what I need to be

Wherever I am is the place to be

Tonight we’re alone and the music is right

Do you feel good?

Do you feel alright?

Tonight we’re alone and the music is right

Do you feel good?

Do you feel alright?

We feel good

We feel alright

Tonight’

Bouncing Souls – Fight to Live, Hopeless Romantic


    Honestly, I will have to admit that Bullying the Jukebox was never my favorite song. Kind of like Ole. To this day, too. I guess I have not spent enough time playing on jukeboxes for it to generate enough of a response. The referent just is not there. But reading and writing these lines, I have just thought of how similar it is to making a mixtape or the times I was playing music, in my room, with a friend. It is like a contest of picking up the most surprising selection of songs or the most under-rated songs from your favorite records. Quizzing each other’s knowledge. Much like playing songs from a jukebox in a public place for everyone to hear is a statement in and of itself. Those were fun times when you saw certain songs in a different light. Knowing that your friend, whose musical taste you acknowledge, prefers this or that song gets you wondering what it is you did not hear when you played it, when you were on your own.

    The song exhudes confidence as the narrator is able to pass judgement on the other characters’ selection. It also demonstrates playfulness with such phrases as ‘wack attack’, ‘we rule’, and ‘all the songs we like are really cool’. It depicts a fun evening out with friends, with music as the central point. Sharing the songs creates a connection that establishes a sense of belonging. Music being portrayed as sustaining friendship supports its positive impact on one’s life.

‘Well, I walked into the bar and I put in 20 bucks

Because I know people’s taste in music sucks

About four hours had passed, forty picks and my eight empty glass

A tasty number all dressed in black tried to rock us with her wack attack

There was no fuss we knew her game

You look great but all your songs are lame

Bullying the jukebox because it’s fun

You can’t get near it until we’re done

Bullying the jukebox because we rule

All the songs we like are really cool

Songs of punk and songs of joy

Love songs about girls and boys

Songs of metal and English stuff and some hardcore

Songs to make us feel tough but we all agreed that the songs of woe

And the songs of loved ones who had to go

Churned up memories of times we dreamt that got us all Verklempt

Bullying the jukebox because it’s fun

You can’t get near it until we’re done

Bullying the jukebox because we rule

All the songs we like are really cool

Because it’s fun

Until we’re done

Because we rule

We’re really cool

And we drank until our last song

We paid our tab then we said ‘So long’

Swerving in and out of cars

It’s off to rock another bar

Bullying the jukebox because it’s fun

You can’t get near it until we’re done

Bullying the jukebox because we rule

All the songs we like are really cool’

Bouncing Souls - Bullying the Jukebox, Hopeless Romantic

    Reflecting on the teenage years, there were times when music was all I had to get me through hardships. In some strange way, certain records have become associated with the times at which I was playing them on loop. For example, to me, Pridebowl’s Drippings of the Past is synonymous to winter time. There was one particular winter during which I would play it all the time, walking to get to one place. Whenever I get flashes of walking down that path, I almost instantly think of that record, and vice versa. As cliché as this may be, certain other records got me through breakups and relationship problems. I see myself at certain places where I went through these particular times, and I am almost able to hear the songs playing. Music has become woven into the fabric of these memories. This is how I relate to the Whole Thing, when Greg says ‘I hear the train pass / Now I’m sure that I miss you / But I’ll keep my head and I’ll try / And I know this will pass by and by.’ These lines alone only refer to the relationship part, however, in combination to the first line, they point to therapeutic aspect of music. Relying on music to get through hardships is yet another point that leads me to relate to the Bouncing Souls.

    Through the themes of the trainyard blues, the breakup, the fond memories, and the realization that life goes on, the Whole Thing describes exactly how music may accompany one navigating through a hardship. Beginning with ‘music sounds in my ear’ the canvas is set in background to the story of one dealing with a hardship unfolding in real time. When combined to elements such as keeping your head, drinking coffee, laughter, not having to worry, happyness, and getting help, the picture becomes somehow a peaceful one.

‘Music sounds in my ear

There are bricks for my view

I hear the train pass

Now I’m sure that I miss you

But I’ll keep my head and I’ll try

And I know this will pass by and by

By and by

I made some coffee

And I overheard the neighbors,too

Sometimes they laugh, sometimes they scream

It all reminds me of you

But I don’t worry anyway

After all, you are so far away

So far away

So far away

Sometimes sadness feels happy

Sometimes sadness keeps my head

Sometimes it helps me to get by

Maybe I don’t make no sense

But I know I’m gonna’ try

And I know this will pass by and by

By and by

Now I know I’m gonna’ try

And I know this will pass by and by

By and by’

Bouncing Souls – the Whole Thing, Hopeless Romantic

    As the years go by and music has played such a prominent role in one’s life, they will undoubtedly have gone through phases in favorite bands, songs, records or even style. So much music consumed cannot happen simultaneously. All the records cannot be played at once. Attention cannot be divided into a thousand places all at once, no matter how much deathmetal you consume. There are cycles during which perhaps one record is someone’s favorite, and for that period of time, that same record is played on repeat. After a few cycles have passed, and one has moved on, so to speak, whenever they hear these songs that were once so important, it serves as a reminder or a form of memento. The meaning may have faded a little, in some cases, but in other cases, the impression can be similar to meeting an old friend. In a way, music serves as a conduit between the past and the present, and the audience can be transported to a particular period, its events, and the ideals that were upheld. That Song, by referring to revolutionary ideals and an individual reflecting on how times changed, brings this to mind.

    That Song also alludes to an individual finding their place within a scene of similar-minded people and bonding over time. It has elements of reflecting on the past after a form of judgment has been passed. As though the validity of what it meant has been questioned. It may be that a number of the people that were part of the scene have moved on and that individual is left questioning the reason why. If a fraction of a scene moves on, does that imply that they have found better? Through that perspective, for the fraction of people remaining in the scene, in the proverbial movement, that would imply that they are in a lesser stage of evolution, in a way. When life is shaped through music with a positive outcome and one is able to look back and experience a sense of accomplishment, that would be validation that what it meant was salutary. The scene, in itself, will only last as long as there are individuals participating in it, so it is temporary and can become ‘out of time.’ However, the answer to the question whether they where out of line comes in the positive state of those having the reflection.

    A tapestry of personal aspirations, revolution, lessons learned, identity, community, That Song is merging timelines to create an effect reminiscent of both Old School and Lamar Vannoy. It is present as the narrator puts the ‘needle on the record’, but it is also past as they evoke future ideals of ‘what I want to be’. It projects the audience into the future when it asks ‘in the end what have we learned?’ It is simultaneously death and rebirth happening in one single day. At the tail-end of a rite of passage, reflecting on life-changing times, the song could have been Lamar’s version of Old School.

‘I put the record up just to make a sound

The rhythm hit, it got my movement off the ground

The soundtrack of what I want to be

If I want to change the world

It’s gotta’ start with me

I put the needle on the record

I put the needle on the record

And play that song again

And in the end what have we learned?

Are we just faces in the crowd?

I died and was reborn again today

Hold fast to myself

Make those good feelings stay

We laughed, we cried

The music shaped our lives

So tell me why our movement’s out of time?

Are we so out of line?

I put the needle on the record

I put the needle on the record

And I play that song

I put the needle on the record

I put the needle on the record

And I play that song again

A movement with no leaders

We stand tonight, hearts in our hands.’

Bouncing Souls – That Song, How I Spent My Summer Vacation


    Ever so often, I end up waiting for something or someone. It happens all the time. We all know these moments. Too short to start doing something, and too long to not start wondering if there is not something better you could engage in. Or when I am walking somewhere and do not necessarily have something on my mind that I need to be thinking about. Whenever I find myself in that position, I have always turned to music. In the back of my mind, music is never far. There are always remnants of a song in my head. Sometimes it is a flash of a song I have not heard in a long time produced by something that reminded me of it. Sometimes it is a song I have been listening to and it just is still present. That is my idea of a private radio. That is the music ‘running through my soul’ and the music that gets ‘me though the night’. The radio follows me wherever I go and it plays only for me.

    One of the first observations in Private Radio would be the reference to a music ‘running through my soul’ because it does not refer to a song being simply stuck in the narrator’s head. It would be located at a place higher than that. A place where more than just normal, mechanical functions are happening. It would be a place of both thoughts and emotions. The soul would be closer to what defines the individual. This proximity to emotional attachment expresses the importance of music for the writer in a subtle way. Also noteworthy would be the contrast between what makes someone ‘feel alright’ and what gets that person ‘through the night’. If placed on a scale, both of these could be established as different levels of intensity. In this perspective, the author could be making the statement that social connections have a lesser impact than music on their life.

    Another interesting idea stemming from Private Radio would be the one that no one can really hear another person’s private radio. What if it could be done? If you had a chance to intercept the brainwaves to hear the song going through someone else’s head, don’t you think you might be surprised? But then, it would stop being a private radio… It is a contradicting statement, in a way, when the author expresses that if they had their way ‘everyone would know / how we’re living in our own private radio’. However, it parallels with the picture painted in Juke Box, in which the narrator projects their musical taste publicly.

‘Go!

Well I like to rock and I love to roll

When the music’s running through my soul

I got no place to go, but my own private radio

I met a lot of people that make me feel alright

And the musics get me through the night

Go!

Well, I had a drink and I had a smoke

I listened to every word you spoke

Another story, another memory

Another day, the way things should be

If I had it my way everyone would know

How we’re living in our own private radio?

Private radio

If I had it my way everyone would know

How we’re living in our, our own private radio

Private radio’

Bouncing Souls – Private Radio, How I Spent My Summer Vacation

    Hitting rock bottom. Being overwhelmed. Powerless. Beginning to believe this to be permanent. Being so focused on issues that you cannot see the forest from the tree. Like the smallest thing can seem like the end of the world. All these growing pains one must undoubtedly go through. Yet, all it takes is the right song, at the right moment. It does not have to be premeditated, either. It might be out of the blue or a song you hear, passing by, and your mind is snapped out of it, seeing what you were not able to see, just moments ago. As though a veil was lifted, the toxicity of the moment leaves your body. Reading the lyrics from Gone, I can relate to the power attributed to music.

    Cloudy’, ‘lost’, ‘ghosts’, ‘stuck’, ‘hated’, ‘no good’, ‘darkness’, are relied upon to establish a negative setting in Gone. With the song heard on the radio as the catalytic element reversing the depressing state, the agency and power of music is supported further. The idea that the character then carries the song could be a reference to Private Radio, weaving in an image from another song, from the same album.

    The World is portrayed as a negative influence dragging the writer down when it is sowing lies in their mind. It could be argued that those lies are the cause of the growing pains previously alluded to. Their insistence are in opposition to the heart in a metaphor of lies against reality. Being portrayed as a force that can figuratively save someone going through tough times by a form of illumination turns the experience into an almost mystical one. It lends a supernatural quality to it.

‘It was a cloudy night

Or so it looked to me

I felt so lost

I couldn’t say why

I needed strength to change my mind

But those ghosts stuck to me like glue

I hated my life

Believing I was no good

It was a darkness of my own

A song played on the radio

It went straight to my heart

I carried it with me

Until that darkness was

Gone

It was a cloudy night

Or so it looked to me

I felt so lost

Couldn’t say why

I built this cloud to live in

It was a bunch of lies in my mind

The world wants me to believe it

So, I had to change my mind

It was a darkness of my own

A song played on the radio

It went straight to my heart

I carried it with me

Until that darkness was

Gone

We built this cloud, we can break it

The world can’t change how we feel

Because we know it’s a lie

Our hearts are real

Gone.’

Bouncing Souls – Gone, How I Spent My Summer Vacation

    Sing Along Forever reminds me of high school, when I could care less about the adults and teachers trying to tell me how things should be. As though repetition, pressure and exposure would suffice to steer me towards the mold of their traditional ideals. Little did they know, the more efforts they put in, the more they were driving my interest away. My role models were in a world they could not reach. That is where I would find nourishment.

    One of the points Sing Along Forever appears to be making can be observed in the distinction between songs that give you ‘something to believe in’, ‘something to hold true’ or a ‘reason to care’ and the songs with ‘watered-down words’ hiding the truth. Not all music would therefore be the same. It could be a matter of preference or perspective, but it supposes there exists a duality in music. Much like Fight to Live implied there existed a right music and a wrong one. Another opposition can be heard just a few lines after, when life is described as being both ‘beautiful’ and ‘pain’, simultaneously. The idea that no degrading adjectives are applied to the diluted lyrics hiding ‘the truth’ would reinforce the one that it is more a question of preference to the author.

    While it signals what the opposite ends of the musical spectrum might be, the song is also a plea for meaningful music when the narrator asks for credibility and relatability. It is interesting to note the presence of the radio, which could be associated to mainstream music, a type of music often blamed for catering to an audience to achieve commercial success. Surprisingly, the singer is turning to the radio in search of songs that would speak to them. Although, it just might be exactly the point. There are no mentions of them finding the song they are looking for. Throughout the song, the request is being placed repeatedly, but it does not appear to be fulfilled, as the promise is made that the singer will ‘sing along forever’ should they be granted their wish.

    The reliance upon the radio for music is contrasting with most of the music experiences we have seen in the other song lyrics examined. With the radio, music is played for the character. In Old School, the narrator is singing to an audience, standing on a soapbox. In Lamar Vannoy, the main character is playing records in his room. In Fight to Live, the music is playing through headphones, suggesting the agency of the author in selecting what is playing. In Bullying the Juke Box, the roles were reversed, and the narrator would impose their playlist to an audience. The source of the music is harder to determine in the Whole Thing, as the only clue is that it is in the character’s ears. That Song makes it pretty clear that the needle is put on the record by the narrator. In Private Radio is another appearance of a radio, although it is a private one. It could be argued that songs do pop up by themselves or they might be generated by any type of stimulus. However, as there would be no radio without the mind in which it plays, there remains a certain degree of agency. For example, the song playing would have to be something that is known and has been heard before. If not, it would imply that the song is an original composition. Because it is private and because it stems from the singer’s mind, the source of the music in Private Radio can, therefore, also be attributed to the main character. Gone would be an example, among the songs discussed so far, in which the writer does not choose the song they are exposed to. Hearing a song play on the radio is the element that snaps the narrator from their state of mind. In order for our sampling to be as exhaustive as possible, we can look ahead at (spoiler alert) 1989, which was kept for last. In almost an ironic way, that song contains references to many ways of playing music. The allusion to a stereo can be discarded, as it is used to describe the manner in which a crime is performed, and not a device through which songs are played. The song goes on to name a radio, records and a live band. Statistically, the music selection being made by the narrator would amount to about 83 percent of the songs analyzed. As the main character is the person selecting the music playing, in a large majority of the cases, it could be said that they are the source of the music. In this perspective, the interest in music would come from within, and could not be perceived as an outside influence imposed on the character. It would constitute further support to the idea that music is important to the Bouncing Souls.

‘I’ve gotta’ listen to my radio

Checking out the airwaves for something to believe in

Give me something to hold true

Give me something to sing about

Give me a reason to care

I’ll sing along forever

Watered-down words covered in a song

Trying to hide the truth

That life is beautiful

And life is pain

Give it to me straight

Touch my heart

I’ll sing along forever

I’ve gotta’ listen to the radio

Checkin’ the airwaves for something to believe in

Gimme’ something to hold true

Gimme’ something to sing about

Gimme’ a reason

Yeah, I’ll sing along forever

Give it to me straight

Touch my heart

I’ll sing along forever’

Bouncing Souls – Sing Along Forever, Anchors Aweigh



    1989 has the allure of a foundation myth with references to people settling ‘to town to make the scene.’ Possibly a genesis of the Bouncing Souls, in which they state how they have built their own world through playing music together and all the moments they shared. The inclusive phrases ‘with you’ and ‘all together with all of you’ might be interpreted as applying to the audience, and not just the band, transforming the song as a retrospective of their punk career. The individuals forming the band created a collective identity, and with the addition of the followers, the Bouncing Souls became some sort of community. Their desire to ‘keep it going on’, along with the positive feelings expressed in their reflection make their experience meaningful and important.

    With the last line ‘looking for something’, 1989 echoes Lamar Vannoy. Combined with the retrospective look of the song, once again, it could be argued that it could have been written by that same character all grown up. The use of the first person plural hints at an autobiography. Having a look at this song last creates the effect of a reveal, too. The Scooby-Doo effect, as Lamar takes off his mask, revealing that it was Greg all along.

    Success, in 1989, is equated to contributing to the formation of a scene, kinship, and integrity. No mention of getting rich or an amount of likes. Quite the opposite, in fact, as their living condition is compared to ‘living in a dump’. As difficult as that may appear, they are associated with fond memories, rather than regret. Much like their less-than-healthy means of sustenance, which keep them alive, nonetheless. A sandwich is not necessarily unhealthy, but having the same meal everyday does not represent a diverse source of nutrients. Music, once more, appears to be the glue that makes survival possible.

    The reference to a riot adds a revolutionary element to the mix, as they are often a reaction to an oppression. The alternate lifestyle provided by punk is established as salutary. In this perspective, the song becomes a message or an advice to anyone paying attention, validating that, in their opinion, it was worthwhile. Planting seeds in other minds that may be seeking a change, a way out, or guidance. Or could it be the passing of a torch?

‘Believers, achievers, day dreamers

Lookin’ for something

Defiers, outliers, failure deniers

‘Til we break through

Moved to town to make the scene

Got no talent just a dream

Thick skin found kin

Born again in a world we choose

Love you, stay true

With you, make our own rules

Ups and down seemed so real

Stick together, that’s the deal

Gotta’ make something, make it true

All together with all of you

Living in a dump, doing crimes in stereo

Cuttin’ our teeth, playing songs on the radio

Living on Po’ Boys and Colt 45

Playing those records to keep us alive

A dream so big you can’t even see it

You gotta’ stay on the ground, just be it

Skating all night

Tripped on the lights

There’s a riot going on

In our song

It won’t be long

We’re coming in from the outside

Keep it going on, oh

Love you, stay true with you

Make our own rules

Believers, achievers, day dreamers

Looking for something’

Bouncing Souls – 1989, Crucial Moments



    Being able to identify with the rite of passage, the way in which music can stimulate an individual to the point where it practically becomes a pacemaker, the positive impact it can have, on both a personal and a social scale, the importance of music for the Bouncing Souls becomes clear. How could they describe it to such an extent if it were not so? Although it might have been obvious from the start, or making this point might have seemed irrelevant, the exercise provides the way in which it is so, rather than remaining a mere impression. If I ever doubted I might be the only one to hold music so high on the scale of cruciality, hearing these words confirms that it is not so. Their purpose is being reaffirmed every time the songs are played and all of their shows are a celebration to those like-minded spirits. Even now, after all these years, spending hours playing with their texts and trying to reach a new level of familiarity with their body of work symbolizes the gift that keeps on giving. I always liked playing them, and now, I realize how some of their songs were echoing something happening 1,220 kilometers away, up North, reinforcing their quality and validating their relevance.