This album is so fun. I believe I stumbled across it while searching for new music years ago. Or perhaps I found it while checking out the free music section on Amazon? Who knows. Either way, I like it uh-lot.
So, interesting enough…the members of Miike Snow are actually lyricists/producers for many famous pop-musicians of this age ( Madonna, Kylie Minogue, Kelis, Sky Ferreira to name a few). They decided to do their own thing, and I think it was wise…because let’s face it, most of us would rather listen to this album than “Toxic” by Britney Spears (another song where Miike Snow members contributed).
I listened to this album countless times while driving to Small Bar after work to meet my good friend Heather. I was in a difficult relationship at the time, and Heather was great to talk to. I was at the point in the relationship where I knew I needed to leave, but there were too many obstacles in my way. Guilty of holding on too long, I would share my struggles and always reach for music as therapy. It’s amazing how a great album can pull you out of a slump. Sure, this may not be on the list of best albums of all time…but it’s good, it’s fun…and I liked it.
Alaskan Experimental Rock…that is all that needs to be said. Also, that photo is of a strange car ornament that I found on the streets of Escondido. Perhaps one day I will meet the individual that decided to adorn their vehicle with this ferocious dragon bust.
This past Saturday was the second time I went to witness one of the most talented bands I have ever seen perform live, Say Anything.
I’ve loved Say Anything since I was in high-school and this album came out. My friend Megan and I had created customized dances/sign language performances for each of the songs on this album. We would drive around the countryside acting them out and screaming the songs at the top of our lungs.
Max Bemis is an incredible lyricist, but he’s also a passionate performer…which I love. What’s the point of going to see a live show if there’s no passion?
What to say…what to say… Mike introduced me to “The Streets”, shortly after our excursion on THE STREETS of Firenze! (I know…I’m a dork).
Mike always supplied me with different music to listen to. Then, years later, I try and share music with him. He laughs…because it is always something that he shared with me years before. Always ahead of our time, that Mike D is. I’m assuming the album I’m listening to tomorrow also came from his recommendation 🙂
“Original Pirate Material” is definitely original. It’s a mixture of everyday fuck-ups, hiccups and stirrups?
Listening to them at first might seem a little silly. Mike Skinner is quite comedic after all. But, once you pay attention to this wordsmith, you will be pleasantly surprised. So, do it!
Another head hangs lowly Child is slowly taken And the violence caused such silence Who are we mistaken
But you see it’s not me It’s not my family In your head, in your Head they are fighting With their tanks and their bombs And their bombs and their guns In your head, In your head they are cryin’
When I was little, I sort of lived in a bubble. I believe many of us do for awhile, and especially if we grew up in “the norm”. We tend to be sheltered from a lot of what is going on around us. One of my sister’s teachers had lost their child in an accident. We had attended the memorial services, where they played this song. It was her favorite. I didn’t have much emotion towards the ceremony, because frankly I didn’t really understand. It was a year later when that teacher took their own life, that this song came back around. I don’t think I even knew what suicide was. I remember my mom trying to explain it to me, and I just sat in my closet for days after school. I didn’t cry, but was angry. I didn’t understand.
Since then, that bubble has broken. Although there are times that I wish I was still living in it, that’s life. Since then, I’ve been through it many more times. Friends and acquaintances taking their lives. Since then, I’ve learned the importance of always being there when someone needs you and realizing when someone needs you. In our age of text messages and social media, it is often difficult to decipher. It never hurts to ask someone if they are okay ❤
Track 12- “Daffodil Lament”
Holding on, that’s what I do since I met you. And it won’t be long. Would you notice if I left you? And it’s fine for some ’cause you’re not the one, You’re not the one there… There… there… there… there… there…
All night long, laid on my pillow, These things are wrong. I can’t sleep here!
I’m pretty sure my old friend, Gordan gave me this album for my 14th birthday. Maybe not…it could have been the Weezer album he gave me (sounds more accurate). Either way, I got this album on my 14th birthday, and he was there…so I am including him in this post.
My 14th birthday party was my first ever co-ed slumber party. I was dating the wonderful Patrick (my sisters arch nemesis), and had a few of my closest friends over for badminton, bbq and of course…sweet tunes. Wait, Kaitlin, did you buy me this album?! Each one of my friends bought me an album for my birthday. I believe it was this album, Weezer’s “Maladroit”, and Incubus’s “Morning View” (that one was definitely from Jeff).
That was the same evening that my best friend Kaitlin and I decided we were going to dress up as Laura Croft (I really wish I had those photos), to surprise our boyfriends the next morning…Definitely surprised them. A year later we created our own Tomb Raider movie, and it was awesome (in a not so awesome kind of way).
It was June, and it was the best kind of night you could ask for. Tossing birdies in the air, and feeling that warm, humid east coast weather. This album, blasting in the background. Fireflies, everywhere.
I was surprised at how well I still knew the lyrics to every song on this album, and thoroughly enjoyed signing along at the top of my lungs during my commute. Jane (my candy red golf sportswagon, was happy about it).
I started listening to Operation Ivy my freshman year of high school. I was hanging out with a bunch of the “skater boys” in the neighborhood, and we’d spend our days hanging outside and then jamming out to punk music in someone’s basement.
I loved every minute of it. ❤
And, I freakin’ love this album. Thank you for ska punk. This one will be with me on the desert island.
Track 15 “Freeze Up”
Empty factories to the east and all our waste The shape of things that came shows on the broken workers face To the west you’ll find our silicon promised lands where Machines replace our minds for systematic profit plans The course of human progress staggers like a drunk It’s steps are quick and heavy and it’s mind is slow and blunt I look for optimism but I just don’t know Its seeds are planted in a poison place where nothing grows
[Chorus] It’s nineteen eighty nine stand up and take a look around Weathers bitter tension it seems is sinking down Drunk with power and fighting one another Every hour shows the winter getting harder There’s a freeze (there’s a freeze) up coming… There’s a freeze up (there’s a freeze up coming…) There’s a freeze (there’s a freeze) up coming… There’s a freeze up coming…
One nation stands the tallest radiating blinding light Plastic and fluorescent energy robbing us of sight Set in our way content with our decay We wave the flag of freedom as we conquer and invade Ever ask yourself where’s my place in this hell But no ones there to tell you cuz they don’t know that themselves The well rehearsed lines from our elated politicians No longer offer solace we can see the self destruction
[Chorus] It’s nineteen eighty nine stand up and take a look around Weathers bitter tension it seems is sinking down Drunk with power and fighting one another Every hour shows the winter getting harder There’s a freeze (there’s a freeze) up coming… There’s a freeze up (there’s a freeze up coming…) There’s a freeze (there’s a freeze) up coming… There’s a freeze up coming… Let’s go
Just one political song, just one political song To drop into the list that stretches years and years long Just one political song, just one political song To drop into the list that stretches years and years long
Static and division is increasing like a storm, We are shelter, we are forewarned, Nothing can be changed except ourselves, Nothing can be changed except ourselves,
There’s a freeze up… There’s a freeze up coming… There’s a freeze up… There’s a freeze up coming… There’s a freeze (there’s a freeze) up coming… There’s a freeze up (there’s a freeze up coming…) There’s a freeze (there’s a freeze) up coming… There’s a freeze up coming…