February 10, 2021 What's Red, White and Black continued and August 22 November 22 updates
Sorry to repeat myself. I left off with Let It Go. I've listened to this one several more times and like it more with more familiarity. That first line, "Float down that river of blood you made when you stabbed me in the back" Damn, tell me how you really feel. Let It Go is about not letting it go. With a little dollop of hopelessness and a side of hostility.
9) Failure. Brilliant lyrics. The music has an underlying muddiness, a rumbling, feedback-y sound that goes with what is being sung. This is exactly how feeling this way feels like. Cuts sort of close to home, to be honest.
10) Beg. Oh, yes the Motherfucker song! O.K. Scary lyrics on the one hand. On the other hand. . . Well, I like to sing with the songs when I hear them enough to learn the words. But I can only last about three "Beg Motherfucker"s before I feel like an idiot. I'll just have to listen to Shaun sing it. Maybe if I got a tattoo it would help? Naw. Let's talk about tattoos for a second. I love them, consider them artwork. My sister started with one and now has a whole sleeve completed and is starting on the other. I have yet to get one. It seems like getting a tattoo is like eating potato chips, once you get one you want the whole bag and you end up looking like the illustrated man. Or woman as the case may be. They can be the Sistine Chapel or the picture of dogs playing poker painted on black velvet. My sister's happen to be in the former category. August 22. It's now August and after viewing the music video and understanding what Motherfucker means to the song, I have no problem singing it. I should have known Shaun would not put in lyrics gratuitously. PS. I now have a good start on a sleeve myself. A quail for my birthday, a crow, a hummingbird and now raspberries. Everything has meaning for me. As of November 2022, I've added baby quail and iris on the left and a tiger, springbok, lyrics [my own] and passion flowers on the right. Oh and mother-daughter cats and a book and hedgehogs left shin and giraffes on the right. I'm taking a couple months breather for some planning. December 2024 I added a gecko and chameleon on the right arm, a bee on the left and a hippo opposite the giraffes.
11) Drift away. This is a hard one to listen to for me because I identify with it more than I care to admit. This describes the last decade of my life. Or at least how I felt. Waiting to die. Too afraid to live, too afraid to stop living. Wasted time. Lots and lots of it. "Underneath it all I'm not fine." Took me a while to realize this. Dear Shaun. Thank you for this beauty of a song. And I sort of hate you, too. Sing it again, please, I'm not done crying yet.
12) Pride Before the Fall. This intro plays tag with my headphones. This whole song is a fight with itself. The intro sets this up. The instruments compete with the voice singing, the voice splits into two at the chorus, talking back and forth until the repeat of the chorus that escalates into an argument. The next section the voices and music devolve into an atonal fight and sadistic torture at the end. Then the relief of the chorus again. There is so much to listen to in this one I want to say, "Wait, I'm falling behind, I didn't get that."
13) Written In Stone. I don't know if I can do this one justice yet, because I keep getting hung up listening to all the ones before, repeatedly, that I didn't make it to this one until today. Starts very simply with an acoustic guitar playing three notes and the voice. Then the drums come in, very strong and spare like a double heart beat. The drums are mesmerizing. The bass is there, underneath. I do love the bass. I think being a straight female, [what is it now? Cisgender? If I'm using this correctly.] anyway, as a female, male voices sound like a deep pool of warmth to my ears. Very enticing. Rumbling in my chest. That's what the bass sounds like to me. Drums do the same thing, but I don't feel the drums as deep. Except in this song. Lyrics. I'm so involved in how the music, including the vocals, feel, that I haven't got past that to understand the lyrics. I need repeat listening to get there.
So that, sadly, is the last song of the newest Seether album from 2020. Thank you to Shaun, Dale, John and Corey for anticipating the need for an album that is an anthem for this year. It's outstanding.
The next installment will either be Poison the Parish or Holding Onto Strings Better Left to Fray. At this point I don't remember which one I listened to next, but I think it was the newer one. Hungry for more music I've never heard before.
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