The clock in my school is stuck on 5:05.
WOO!
WOO!
Back off, bitches. They’re MINE!
Screw people, I’ve got Joy Division.
When I was twelve years old, I considered killing myself on more than one occasion. People need to understand that children go through life draining experiences, too. I felt like I had no one to turn to, no where left to go, no drive, but then I found music.
I was about seven or eight years old when a song called Mr. Brightside by The Killers became popular, and my older sister and I listened to it all the time. I didn’t really care much about music, I just listened to what my sister listened to, so when she left for college, so did my interest in music.
It had been probably a year after my sister left that I was hanging out with my friend at her house. She had a loop of songs playing on Youtube. One of them happened to be Mr. Brightside. I only remembered the song because of the line “She takes off her dress now,” I knew one of my favorite songs when I was younger had a line like that, but I forgot about until I listened to it again that day.
I started listening to music again, or more specifically, I started listening to Mr. Brightside 24/7. I just couldn’t stop. There was something so beautiful, something I couldn’t quite grasp about it. I never felt that way about anything before. I fell in love.
Soon, when I started middle school, I began to have a lot of problems. When I thought there was no where left to go, I started listening to The Killers more. As I discovered more of their music, I realized they’re so much more than Mr. Brightside. Their albums were the first I ever could sit through the entire masterpiece and love every song.
They gave me hope and a reason to live.
I discovered Muse a little while later. Their music is equally beautiful and had a great impact on my life. Their track Butterflies and Hurricanes was especially helpful and influential to me.
I first heard the Strokes when I bought Rockband. I liked Reptilia, but I kind of let them slip my mind. I started listening to all of their music in early 2010 and I deeply regretted waiting years before I became a fan.
I only heard Interpol about a year ago, and I’ve known their entire discography much less than that. They are one of the most beautiful bands I know and I consider their first album, Turn On the Bright Lights, to be my favorite album ever.
I feel like I owe these bands so much more than a few broad sentences, but I have not found the right way to put my thoughts of gratitude into words.
Fandom is nice and all, and yes, the lead singers of all of those bands are very attractive, but I don’t want to meet them to get in their beds. I want to tell them they saved my life.
My sister
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