Don't waste your time on me, you're already the voice inside my head

Thanks for all the thoughtful condolences. I just got back from my grandmother's funeral and it was sad and heartwarming and a nice chance to see everyone - like most funerals. She loved music, though, so it's time I got on to my next album.


I've always considered Blink 182 my musical equivalent of Krispy Kreme doughnuts. I know they're not good for me, but I love them anyway. They have no nutritional value but that's not the point. Blink 182 always makes me want to drive recklessly and break stuff and even if I don't do those things, feeling like I might is pretty nice.

So I was as shocked as anybody when I bought their self-titled 2003 album only to discover they were getting all grown up on me. The fourth track ("Violence") starts with a woman reading a sappy love letter and I'm on the edge of my seat waiting for the inevitable fart joke. But it never comes.

It never comes. The letter ends and another heartfelt song starts up.

I wanted my fart joke!

This was Blink's last studio album before their current "hiatus" and I don't think it's a surprise. It's nice to try and be serious, but when you've made you're living off of singing about never growing up it's a little late to change things.

The album itself isn't bad. "I Miss You" and guest vocals from Robert Smith of The Cure on "All of This" make for some great tunes. Sometimes the sincerity can be overwhelming, though. Yes we get it, you're all grown up and want to make a statement about the complexity of life.

But sometimes all you want is music with fart jokes that makes you feel like a 15-year-old boy.

1 comment:

Shawn said...

What?!? Krispy Kreme doughnuts have no nutritional value? Well, that's got to be a load of crap.