Last weekend, I was ‘emo’.
Shut up. I had a shite week. And no, this emo didn’t subscribe to the Herald Sun’s bemused definition of ‘a generation of disenfranchised youth with fringes in black who self-mutilate listening to Thursday’. It was plain and simple wallowing in one’s own despair and self-pity with the assistance of some sad motherfucking music. A practise that I’m convinced is centuries old but only now being trivialised by some bored journalists.
Regardless, it seemed fitting that I join two brooding couples and one toothless Collingwood supporter draped across a sticky Brunswick bar.
Immediately it was as though the bartender was re-enacting a scene in High Fidelity and instead of throwing on a CD and informing his co-workers that “I will now sell three copies of ‘The Three EPs’ by The Beta Band”, he threw on his best of 100% heart tugging hits CD and informed the sullen 30 something sipping gin that “I will now make every fucker in this bar morbidly depressed”.
Lagwagon’s farewell to drummer Derrick Plourde in ‘Sad Astronaut’ kicked things off to a devastating start, mercilessly followed by Unwritten Law’s ‘Before I Go’ and Bodyjar’s ‘Dry Gin’. I immediately racked my brain for the saddest songs I’ve had the masochistic pleasure of listening to. Thrice’s grand ‘For Miles’ ranked highly, as did City & Colour’s ‘I’m Coming Home’. Alkaline Trio’s ‘Blue In The Face’ is up there.
However Top 5 songs to send you on a steep descent into despair go to Johnny Cash’s rendition of ‘Hurt’, Beatles ‘For No One’, Death Cab For Cutie’s ‘I Will Follow You Into The Dark’, Dashboard’s ‘This Bitter Pill’ (ok so this one also borders on hilarious at the right time) and finally Against Me!’s ‘Pints Of Guinness Make You Strong’.
Shut up. I had a shite week. And no, this emo didn’t subscribe to the Herald Sun’s bemused definition of ‘a generation of disenfranchised youth with fringes in black who self-mutilate listening to Thursday’. It was plain and simple wallowing in one’s own despair and self-pity with the assistance of some sad motherfucking music. A practise that I’m convinced is centuries old but only now being trivialised by some bored journalists.
Regardless, it seemed fitting that I join two brooding couples and one toothless Collingwood supporter draped across a sticky Brunswick bar.
Immediately it was as though the bartender was re-enacting a scene in High Fidelity and instead of throwing on a CD and informing his co-workers that “I will now sell three copies of ‘The Three EPs’ by The Beta Band”, he threw on his best of 100% heart tugging hits CD and informed the sullen 30 something sipping gin that “I will now make every fucker in this bar morbidly depressed”.
Lagwagon’s farewell to drummer Derrick Plourde in ‘Sad Astronaut’ kicked things off to a devastating start, mercilessly followed by Unwritten Law’s ‘Before I Go’ and Bodyjar’s ‘Dry Gin’. I immediately racked my brain for the saddest songs I’ve had the masochistic pleasure of listening to. Thrice’s grand ‘For Miles’ ranked highly, as did City & Colour’s ‘I’m Coming Home’. Alkaline Trio’s ‘Blue In The Face’ is up there.
However Top 5 songs to send you on a steep descent into despair go to Johnny Cash’s rendition of ‘Hurt’, Beatles ‘For No One’, Death Cab For Cutie’s ‘I Will Follow You Into The Dark’, Dashboard’s ‘This Bitter Pill’ (ok so this one also borders on hilarious at the right time) and finally Against Me!’s ‘Pints Of Guinness Make You Strong’.
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Yes! Dry Gin and This Bitter Pill are two of my fave songs... Wait, does that mean I'm emo as well?!
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