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darkangel_0410Getting ready to dye my hair again and I've been making the bff listen to Save Rock And Roll all night; she's been surprisingly not bitchy about it. I'm guessing she agreed when I pointed out that she should have at least a passing familiarity with the music that she'll be seeing live in Sept.
But this record guys, holy fuck -I can hardly articulate all the things I love about it.
First -and one of the biggest for me, I freely admit- Patrick's fucken voice. I've always loved it, yes, and I'm inherently biased towards thinking he sings better than anyone in the known universe, again yes. But I can't be the only one thinking that his voi e and range and style and just everything is so much there this record -more in your face and confident and clear and gorgeous. Patrick has finally decided to own his fucken voice and, jesus fuck, does he own it.
And the music, man. With Joe adding his own talent to Patrick's genius, they've got this monster of guitar riffs and pianos and kick ass bass lines (not bad for a shitty ass bass player, hmmm?) and drums that feel like they can dictate your heartbeat at any given minute.
And woven through the beats and guitars, bass and drums and melodies and in Patrick's voice is Pete's words. He's grown up, just like all of us, but he still knows how it feels to get your heart broken and kicked around, how it feels to be alone. And he still knows how to relate it to you in a way most people would never think of, but the underlying viciousness that made Take This To Your Grave so memorable and releatable is gone. He still wants to get back at who hurt him, but that's human nature. At 32, Pete knows things don't always work out, he understands it in a way he didn't when he was 21. And he knows now that sometimes the best revenge is being happy, is proving that you can, in fact, live -and even thrive- without. Pete knows what we all do: as satisfying as it would be to see someone who broke your heart choke and crash, there are more important things in life.
They -Pete, Patrick, Joe and Andy- have grown up but, then again, we all have. Everyone grows up eventually, it's a fact of life. It's another fact that the bands that changed your life when you were 21 may come to be nothing more than a fond memory when your 31. If you're lucky, extremely lucky, your favorite band not only grows with you, but still speaks to you, still makes you feel more than you really are.
There are a lot of reasons why I love Fall Out Boy, but the music has always been on the top of the list; they've spoken to me, understood me since I was 21. I'm extremely lucky: my favorite band has grown with me, they're still speaking to me.
They've saved me more times than i can count and it's beyond anything I can explain to know that they'll still be there for me for the considerable future.
Save Rock and Roll. If anyone can do it, it's Fall Out Boy.
But this record guys, holy fuck -I can hardly articulate all the things I love about it.
First -and one of the biggest for me, I freely admit- Patrick's fucken voice. I've always loved it, yes, and I'm inherently biased towards thinking he sings better than anyone in the known universe, again yes. But I can't be the only one thinking that his voi e and range and style and just everything is so much there this record -more in your face and confident and clear and gorgeous. Patrick has finally decided to own his fucken voice and, jesus fuck, does he own it.
And the music, man. With Joe adding his own talent to Patrick's genius, they've got this monster of guitar riffs and pianos and kick ass bass lines (not bad for a shitty ass bass player, hmmm?) and drums that feel like they can dictate your heartbeat at any given minute.
And woven through the beats and guitars, bass and drums and melodies and in Patrick's voice is Pete's words. He's grown up, just like all of us, but he still knows how it feels to get your heart broken and kicked around, how it feels to be alone. And he still knows how to relate it to you in a way most people would never think of, but the underlying viciousness that made Take This To Your Grave so memorable and releatable is gone. He still wants to get back at who hurt him, but that's human nature. At 32, Pete knows things don't always work out, he understands it in a way he didn't when he was 21. And he knows now that sometimes the best revenge is being happy, is proving that you can, in fact, live -and even thrive- without. Pete knows what we all do: as satisfying as it would be to see someone who broke your heart choke and crash, there are more important things in life.
They -Pete, Patrick, Joe and Andy- have grown up but, then again, we all have. Everyone grows up eventually, it's a fact of life. It's another fact that the bands that changed your life when you were 21 may come to be nothing more than a fond memory when your 31. If you're lucky, extremely lucky, your favorite band not only grows with you, but still speaks to you, still makes you feel more than you really are.
There are a lot of reasons why I love Fall Out Boy, but the music has always been on the top of the list; they've spoken to me, understood me since I was 21. I'm extremely lucky: my favorite band has grown with me, they're still speaking to me.
They've saved me more times than i can count and it's beyond anything I can explain to know that they'll still be there for me for the considerable future.
Save Rock and Roll. If anyone can do it, it's Fall Out Boy.
