Jan 102010
 

Back in the day, I used to read a bunch of indie music magazines that came with CD samplers. Admittedly, most of it was filled with throwaway tracks (except for the awesome European synthpop rags I would get lucky enough to find), but I remember there was this one sampler that had the most inspirational song I had heard in years, and I thought, “Wow, this would have been a good song to have heard in high school,” which is practically a pay-per-view kick-you-while-you’re-down emotional bloodbath in a large brick building. At least, parts of it were for me, anyway.

Somewhere along the way, the sampler was misplaced, but that song has always stuck with me. Periodically I’ll scour the Internet, searching for it. I finally found it the other night and was surprised at how well, lyrically, it has held up. And it still makes me feel good. Like no one can fuck with me, and if they do? Ohwellzorz, I’ll just get right back up.  I really think this song should be out there bumping elbows with My Chemical Romance’s “I’m Not Okay (I Promise)” and it is, in my bullheaded opinion, worlds better than Saosin’s “You’re Not Alone.”

I thought it would be fun to share a song every Sunday, so here it is. Listen if you want!

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This song should be passed out to every kid upon entering ninth grade. And even though I’m 30 fucking years old, I still cheer when I hear it, and feel like having a fucking pep rally.

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  2 Responses to “A Song for Sunday”

  1. I really like this song. High school is so terrible, and junior high is even worse, but you’re right, this is a good song to challenge those insecurities. I don’t know if it’s bad to still identify with that in your 30s, but I still do. Of course I am living at home again and unemployed and spending an inordinate amount of time moping around the house. There’s nothing wrong with reliving the traumas of your childhood, right? It should only make you stronger the second time around.

    • I’m glad you listened to it! I agree, junior high is way worse than high school. Sometimes I’ll remember the more unsavory parts of it and get that same sinking feeling in my stomach. Girls that age are fucking evil.

      I still identify with this song, too. It makes me think about so much. Especially the fact that I’m still here, no matter how many times my heart has broken or someone has backstabbed me, etc etc etc. And I think that’s important for us to remind ourselves!

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