“Go Outside” - Cults
Featuring those lovely Jonestowners ‘demselves.
“Go Outside” - Cults
Featuring those lovely Jonestowners ‘demselves.
For the last two weeks I have been in a mental hospital after clawing a good chunk of my wrist off with my fingernails before they could stop me.
I’ve dealt with major depression, social phobia, extreme isolation, panic attacks, and most recently a very bad case of borderline personality disorder all my life and I’m attempting to make a change. Like the building blocks of when we were little, I have to arrange, re-tune and rebuild my personality from the ground up. This will not be easy, in fact, I’ll be the first to say its going to be hard as fuck.
But the fact of the matter is, I’ve done terrible, evil, unforgivable things that pound at my head like the Engergizer bunny on adderall and I’m tired. I’m working hard to change, and they say the first step is making friends. This is my phone number 864-230-3957. I suppose this is creepy, or am I just paranoid, or is it a strange loquacious spawn of the two of them? These are the things that keep me up at night.
Tomorrow is a new free day,
I don’t want to fall in love with every girl I meet,
I don’t want these memories floating by my skull and taking pieces when they please,
I don’t want to break down crying, throwing up, and shaking at work while there are people depending on me,
I want to be happy.
Tomorrow is a new free day,
I hope to meet myself smiling in the morning.
I’m really glad I’m mature enough to appreciate this album. Bruce Springsteen seems super fucking lame to me, but this LP really hit home just now for some reason. Partly because of my representation of New Jersey and this quote and explanation:
“I was just doing songs for the next rock album, and I decided that what always took me so long in the studio was the writing. I would get in there, and I just wouldn’t have the material written, or it wasn’t written well enough, and so I’d record for a month, get a couple of things, go home write some more, record for another month — it wasn’t very efficient. So this time, I got a little Teac four-track cassette machine, and I said, I’m gonna record these songs, and if they sound good with just me doin’ ‘em, then I’ll teach ‘em to the band. I could sing and play the guitar, and then I had two tracks to do somethin’ else, like overdub a guitar or add a harmony. It was just gonna be a demo. Then I had a little Echoplex that I mixed through, and that was it. And that was the tape that became the record. It’s amazing that it got there, ‘cause I was carryin’ that cassette around with me in my pocket without a case for a couple of week, just draggin’ it around. Finally, we realized, “Uh-oh, that’s the album.” Technically, it was difficult to get it on a disc. The stuff was recorded so strangely, the needle would read a lot of distortion and wouldn’t track in the wax. We almost had to release it as a cassette.”
Also, this album is heavily influenced by Suicide which is the weirdest influence I would ever expect Springsteen to have. Here’s the opening, eponymous track for your enjoyment, thanks for listening kids:
“Nebraska” - Bruce Springsteen
This song.
Terrifying.
“Frankie Teardrop” - Suicide