Sowing Season - Brand New

[Sorry I'm late. I turned in a 25 pg. paper today that I didn't start until this last mid-Saturday due to a trip to the ER, among other things...]

Okay, so it's no secret that I'm a fan of Nirvana. When I was experiencing my teenage apathy, I finally understood why similarly lame teenagers had connected so strongly with Nirvana half a decade earlier.

Where's he going with this?

Many people don't like/appreciate/connect with/recognize Nirvana, but for those who do (yes, those that do all of those slash-separated items!) they understand that Kurt was a master of the bi-polar, schizophrenic sound.

This isn't Nirvana, it's Brand New. Again, where's he going with this?

So too with this song. I don't want to sell the song short, but you don't have to understand what the lyrics mean to understand this song. You don't even have to speak English.

This guy's too liberal for me. . .

If you're an impatient person and just want my conclusion now--skip forward to 0:45. Let the mood sink in quickly, because in 18 seconds you're going to be hit in the ear-hole with a passionate "YEAH!!!"

I still don't get it.

This is a song that you blast when you are heart-broken or angry at life or just frustrated with something unsettling. You feel pensive moments when you're depressingly sensitive, followed by moments of mania--when you want to angrily lash out at anything or nothing at all.

This is too abstract and pretentious for my taste.

Then, 3:33 happens. Naked expression. Something you yell in the car as you drive away from something that didn't go right. This naked expression is followed by a rush to your head--similar to the swell you start to hear at 3:45.

It's a beautiful song.

It's a great song. But I wonder if I was listening to the same thing as you.