This is side one, flip me over
Last Saturday night we went to Naomi, Jessica and Elonda's art thing in Pomona. And there was this tattoo shop maybe that I saw, I remember saying I wanted to get a tattoo this summer...
Or maybe we saw a sign for the Inland Empire Tattoo Convention. Anyway, I remember saying that I wanted a tatto of something California, but today sitting at lunch I realized that the tattoo I already have is pretty west coast already. Maybe I should get something more representative of the east coast. I told Christopher maybe I'll get 215 tattooed on my neck.
I probably won't though.
Listening to Fall Out Boy, I'm struck by the song Dead on Arrival. It seems to elevate the trope in pop music where the singer, in a very metanymic move, becomes the song he is singing.
Of course, in Dead on Arrival, Fall Out Boy take this trope into the realm of commodity fetishization. Instead of the singer becoming the song, The singer becomes the record, making the band the product.
"This is side one, flip me over. I know I'm not yr favorite record."
And listening to the new Strokes record, I remember a line that went something like "You sound like you belong on the radio" Or something similar. And that was an awful image for me. No longer does this image hold a whole lot of meaning for me. I always felt really strongly about radio, the power of it and what it means. But the only thing this line in the song did for me was make me think of some America Idol type pop star being autopitched or watered down.
But this lyric should hold so much more to me. In the way "Last Night a DJ Saved My Life" or Radio being a sound salvation. Or Jonathan Richman going faster miles an hour. Something more.
Or maybe we saw a sign for the Inland Empire Tattoo Convention. Anyway, I remember saying that I wanted a tatto of something California, but today sitting at lunch I realized that the tattoo I already have is pretty west coast already. Maybe I should get something more representative of the east coast. I told Christopher maybe I'll get 215 tattooed on my neck.
I probably won't though.
Listening to Fall Out Boy, I'm struck by the song Dead on Arrival. It seems to elevate the trope in pop music where the singer, in a very metanymic move, becomes the song he is singing.
Of course, in Dead on Arrival, Fall Out Boy take this trope into the realm of commodity fetishization. Instead of the singer becoming the song, The singer becomes the record, making the band the product.
"This is side one, flip me over. I know I'm not yr favorite record."
And listening to the new Strokes record, I remember a line that went something like "You sound like you belong on the radio" Or something similar. And that was an awful image for me. No longer does this image hold a whole lot of meaning for me. I always felt really strongly about radio, the power of it and what it means. But the only thing this line in the song did for me was make me think of some America Idol type pop star being autopitched or watered down.
But this lyric should hold so much more to me. In the way "Last Night a DJ Saved My Life" or Radio being a sound salvation. Or Jonathan Richman going faster miles an hour. Something more.
