Losing My Religion, Every Breath you Take

Consider this
The slip that brought me
To my knees

 

I wrote here, a few days ago, something about Every Breath you Take, from Police :

  • The strange lyrics of Police‘s Every Breath you Take, the story of a stalker after a break up. “Sting later said he was disconcerted by how many people think the song is more positive than it is. He insists it is about the obsession with a lost lover, and the jealousy and surveillance that follow.” – and not a gentle love song.

Tonight I just watched a documentary about Pixies, R.E.M. and Nirvana. I saw the clip of Losing my Religion, then discovered this on Wikipedia :

  • The phrase “losing my religion” is an expression from the southern region of the United States that means losing one’s temper or civility, or “being at the end of one’s rope.” Stipe told The New York Times the song was about romantic expression. He told Q that “Losing My Religion” is about “someone who pines for someone else. It’s unrequited love, what have you.” Stipe compared the song’s theme to “Every Breath You Take” by The Police, saying, “It’s just a classic obsession pop song. I’ve always felt the best kinds of songs are the ones where anybody can listen to it, put themselves in it and say, ‘Yeah, that’s me.'”

 

Well, I suppose everybody remembers these two songs. In France, I admit both were hits, though we didn’t care that much about the lyrics. Though we felt that R.E.M.’s song and clip was, indeed, about a powerless obsession. The mandolin…

 

Yep, it’s a tool for my blog, a dial for creatives. Stipes says it perfectly :

I’ve always felt the best kinds of songs are the ones where anybody can listen to it, put themselves in it and say, ‘Yeah, that’s me.’

It’s true I admire poets, photographers and musicians who are able to talk about subtle things “between words”. Words are simplifyiers, and it’s sometimes boring. They put life, and moving shades into immobile boxes.

We talk here about another thing. When words are “so” flat, grey, imprecise, that anyone will find what one wants. Haziness as a talent. The audience jumps into it. We apply it to our story…

Sting told the story of a stalker, but lovers love it, they play the song at weddings! Stipes sings about past pining, but never explains what it is about in the song. It’s like a tropism, a flake of feeling. One person is “losing religion” – and we all understand the frustration.

It’s like the “But I could be wrong” image. You don’t know the author, and why we see that picture, what does this mean. You raise an eyebrow in wonder. And YES, you could be wrong, dear!

 

Awweeee. Have a nice day…

 

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Life is bigger
It’s bigger
And you, you are not me
The lengths that I will go to
The distance in your eyes
Oh no, I’ve said too much
I set it up

That’s me in the corner
That’s me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don’t know if I can do it
Oh no I’ve said too much
I haven’t said enough

I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

Every whisper
Of every waking hour
I’m choosing my confessions
Trying to keep an eye on you
Like a hurt lost and blinded fool
Oh no, I’ve said too much
I set it up

Consider this
The hint of the century
Consider this
The slip that brought me
To my knees failed
What if all these fantasies
Come flailing around
Now I’ve said too much

I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

But that was just a dream
That was just a dream

That’s me in the corner
That’s me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don’t know if I can do it
Oh no I’ve said too much
I haven’t said enough

I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

But that was just a dream, try, cry, why, try
That was just a dream, just a dream, just a dream
Dream

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Geeks Targeting

Marketing : Cattle displacement

 

Salt & Pepper shakers : Vader & Stormtroopers (awweee). Monopoly Game of Thrones (!??). A Spiderman Pop Figure looking like he’s 3 years old (well…). Warcraft (or Harry Potter, whatever) cooking or cocktails books (yeah yeah yeah).

This article is not an article, it’s a question :

How does it feel to be a target?

Happiness? You buy? What’s the part of “Oh well, they got my money : I have a $20 stormtrooper salt shaker now…”? Is this cool? What about this little Pop thing on your desk? Is it just “cute”, or is it “cute, but, all right, it $30 of crappy plastic”?

Well, I almost had a little crush for the shakers, ohlalaaaaa…

Thanks for reading!

 

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Ode to Annie Clark

For a few years I add a bad habit.

I used to download torrents of music archives like “100 Best Indie tracks – May 2012”. Then June. Etc.

Then, well, I filled up my iPod with these, exploring thousands of random song VERY casually. I used to trash 95% of all of them, commonly rolling eyes.

My main criteria in music is : “What’s new here?”. And well, nothing’s new, almost all the time. It’s always the same tricks : Pixies like, Nirvana like, Neo New Wave, Decadent Disco, Boring Indie Folk, etc.

So I used to empty my iPod quickly. A real leak. One star (means : trash it).

But really, on 100 tracks, 2 or 3 were really great enough to make me search for albums, buy records. Sometimes it’s a disappointment (I found 3 good songs by Katy Melua – The Flood is great – but not much more), sometimes I’m intoxicated for months (The Bird and the Bee), or just charmed by a song (Make this Go On Forever, by Snow Patrol), or I dance like a fool with stupid gorgeous Trance (Astrix : Poison).

If you want to find me own musicmess, I’m here : https://www.youtube.com/user/jrobocat

One day : St Vincent. I had to stop walking.

“Paris is Burning”. Everything was a surprise to my ears. The horns, the voice, the percs, the drive, the samples chords, harmonies, the permanent changes (including a “sudden waltz”), like a quiet fucking mess of too many ideas for each square meter. Then waltzing toxic casual daring ending let me in an awe in a corner (I remember it was next to a church).

Yes, a little like Kate Bush with King Crimson and David Bowie. Whatever : invent your own links!

Her deep, organized, casual, driven quirkiness is my cup of tea. Make it a bucket, OK?

Then : Her interviews are GREAT. Her Hepburnic smile is awfully cute. Her music stayed complex (too much at times, for me). I would pray to make her enthrust and leave her work in Brian Eno‘s hand (after all she worked with David Byrne, right?). And this class…

 

Thanks for reading!

 

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#Geek #Marketing : Cattle Displacement

Marketing, it is what it is.

But Geek Marketing is like more terrible to watch (why?). You see human beings “happy to buy” this “mainstream but no-mainstream” shit, from Funko Pop to Walking Dead comics (162 issues today), from Goth subculture clothes & things from the Star (Wars or Trek?). Eeeeeekkkk!

They never finish to gather to… say they’re different. Well, they’re moved : cattle displacement. Buy buy buy.

Tool : Obey : buy this Jack Skellington Pop, this Hello Kitty purse, and this 700$ Falcon Millenium Lego. Obey (all these things are very cool).

Or not!

Have a nice day!

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