In mine, you will hear the first 2 seconds of a hundred songs before I stop on something I wanna hear. It might be Linkin Park. It might be Ween. It might even be a random video game song. Just depends on what I’m feeling ATM.
As a now-adult, I think my dad ruined Lincoln Park as a go to “oldie” in the car because he played it frequently (especially after the lead killed himself). My brother went the way of the Jack Johnson while I turned to… well…
My kids get to listen to video game music because their parents are a particular kind of cringe, haha.
Some of their old songs sound so edgy now, but there’s something about ‘Numb’ that still holds up. Not even a personal thing, play it at a karaoke and people just join in, everyone knows the lyrics.
I cannot describe how I want to feel seeing there’s…an entire channel of this. Mystified? Beguiled? How have I never heard of this? I am a purveyor and collector of a thousand memes and yet in find new ones I have missed every time I am here. Thank you for this
I sorted by oldest vids and scrolled to the first title that was in English. I’m now convinced that there is no material difference between living in Finland and living as a USMC grunt in the bricks, except for more snow and real kitchens in Finland.
I was an extremely anxious kid in high school, keeping to myself and making sure never to express myself really in any way apart from making people laugh because it was a pretty risk free way to get people to accept you. Now after years of therapy I don’t really care if people think the music I like is cringe and I’m mostly happy to be myself and let people self filter.
Hopefully you can find the same soon and not worry so much about how your choice of music might compare to other people’s.
Yes some of us identified with emo music and culture. We were all young. We all had things we enjoyed. Many of us were looking for a shared identity and ways to express ourselves. Music was a powerful, cathartic experience for many of us. I can’t imagine my life if I hadn’t discovered Thursday. Some of my greatest memories are at shows with my friends - bands like Underoath and Norma Jean. Metal and emo/screamo are probably why I even survived high school.
My friends and I had a common language and love and way to express ourselves. I don’t know if you were just kind of making a joke here but I hope you aren’t insinuating that it was a bad thing to identify as a little emo or whatever when we were young.
Nah. I would make all those decisions again. I’m proud of them. Made some great memories, I’m still friends with tons of people from that time, and they all contributed someway to who I am today! I actually went to an Underoath show with all of my siblings recently, because music was really important all of us. It was really fun to ride that nostalgia train for an evening.
If you think Emo kids had the kibosh on oversized hoodies, you clearly don’t know what comfort is…
Also, stop giving a shit what other people listen to. You’ll live a life with less stress.
Are there still people around that mock the Nemos?
I mean I used to because they were posers, but then it was 20 fucking years ago and now it isn’t, and I have a “Spooky till I die” badge on my jacket.
To some of us it wasn’t a faze, it was just a step on the ladder to becoming awesome. Many fall off the ladder, hell a lot of people don’t even climb it, but those of us that do will rock until we die.
I actually don’t like them much. But they have made some proper jams, and I have mad respect for the music they made even though it’s not really what I’m into.
Even in their heyday I cringed a little. I can’t really describe why, but I never liked them much. Meanwhile my friends LOOOOOOVED these guys. This was at a time where Korn, Mudvayne, AFI, Tupac, Biggie, Wutang, etc., were all in my regular rotation. By all accounts this heavy rock and rap fusion should have resonated with me, but it kind of had the opposite effect. 311 did it earlier and better IMO.
Haha yeah I’m certainly “Special” in my group of friends. We all go to the show but I make a mental note of where they’re all staying and getting myself to the front for a little bit.
I try and get all the up-close shots of the stage while I’m thrown around the pit, and like to throw my phone in the air like horns with my video camera going.
Then 10 minutes later when I’m sweaty and out of breath I go back to the pack and show em how sane they all are with the videos of the bedlam.
Then I stick around and protect the pack when it all goes a bit mental further back.
A lot of my people have chronic illnesses now so it’s nice for them to live vicariously though me. I get regular comments about “That time I watched you pirouette around the mosh pit like it was nothing” and I’m told it’s up there in theRe favourite memories.
So I’ll still get in the pit, it doesn’t just make me happy that I can still handle it, but it makes my friends happy that they have that mad friend that goes into the thick of it and comes out unscathed.
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