Silverchair is releasing their new album, Young Modern, on March 31st. Silverchair was my absolute FAVORITE band while I was growing up. I started listening to them when I was around 13. Of course, Frogstomp started out as my favorite album. Then I got into freak show and its heavier feel. Their most popular album, Neon Ballroom, was released during my peak years of high school and I fell in love with it. Diorama was released sometime in 2002, and was their last album before they went on "hiatus" in 2003. Diorama was very different from all the rest and I felt somewhat distanced from it. Perhaps it was the dark and angsty lyrics that they'd left out of the album that made me feel as though they were deceiving me. Anyway, I just finished giving a few of their sample cuts from the new album a listen, and I'm excited for the albums release. However, this is a different Silverchair than the one I grew up with. While listening to the new cuts, I started remembering how MUCH I adored this band when I was younger.
When I was high school, I lived and breathed music. I honestly created this world in which I felt wholly connected to certain bands and musicians. Their lyrics and the feelings their music gave me was my own reality, completely separate from that reality that now connects you and me and the rest of the world. And given that it was high school and during that time, not much was required of me, I was able to exist purely within the contructs of my favorite songs. No one's opinion ever mattered to me. Not my friends, not my parents, not my teachers, only the rockstars. Only Daniel Johns, only Corey Taylor, only Kurt Cobain, only John Frusciante. I lived my life to be like them. I consulted lyrics and album artwork in order to make my decisions. I took up the causes they fought for and I learned to love pain because pain makes beautiful art. I learned to be discontent, I learned to search for meaning in all of life's absurdities and I learned to scoff at the mainstream. Daniel Johns taught me that meat is murder through, "Spawn Again," and Corey Taylor told me that life was better lived alone and John Frusciante taught me that to be misunderstood is an art in itself.
Sometimes I wish so badly that I could go back to that life. Go back to that girl I used to be and spend all day in her playground of illusions, living with the musicians and letting their music inspire her life. I miss that life so much.
*Sigh* But as everyone is so quick to remind me, I can't live in fairy tale land forever.
But back to this new album. I know haven't heard it all, but what i've heard, I honestly don't like that much. It's sad because while I've moved on, so have all my idols. The album is pretty poppy and all fashionable and shit. It's not rock, it's not raw, it's not alternative at all but, nonetheless, I will stand by Silverchair. They've been a part of me for so long and they made me who I am and I will never abandon them.