30 Days of Manics - Day 29 and 30
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askygoneonfireDay 29: Best Nicky’s lyric.
It's obvious, but I have to go with This is Yesterday.
There is something beautifully understated and universal about that moment of melacholy where you lament everything you ever did wrong and regret and the overwhelming feeling of fear as anxiety overcomes you, all in these 3 lines;
I repent, I'm sorry, everything is falling apart
Houses as ruins and gardens as weeds
Why do anything when you can forget everything
Day 30: What do Manics mean to you and have they changed your life?
The urge to just say 'everything' is huge here. I want to just specify that the Manics being 'everything' doesn't exclude the importance of friends, family, pets etc, but yeah....Everything.
As previously discussed, here and here, the Manics first came properly onto my radar in '99 and then started meaning something to me in '02. The October following seeing them at V2002 was when Forever Delayed was released and they did the corresponding tour in December. In the time between seeing them in August and again in December I bought half of all the albums and immersed myself in the band. My friend S and I would stay up all night watching DVDs, listening to albums and discussing the band.
Over the next year - coincidentally also my final year of sixth form - I bought the rest of the albums, books, magazines, joined the Stay Beautiful forum, went to an in store gig/signing for Lipstick Traces - which involved a 5am start in Nottingham, to get to London in time to queue for wristbands, before returning a week later for the actual gig - and generally immersed myself in the band.
In many ways they turned things around for me. The final year of Sixth Form was a really hard year for me and they - those damn valley boys - got me through. They offered comfort, and understanding, and an identity.
They taught me, and this is the most important thing they've given me, that intellect is the most valuable gift I have. And that I should treasure it. I stopped being ashamed of being different; you know the special kind of shame that only a comprehensive school can impress on a person, and I started believing the things that made me different were all good things.
Dress how you want, talk how you want, read what you want (although if you don't know what you want, Manics fanhood comes with an extensive recommended reading list - all philosophers and literature) and be better for it. A better fan for it, as they say; this one's for the freaks.
So yeah, self worth, plus the sheer numbers of people I have met by virtue of being a Manics fan equals 'everything'.
It's obvious, but I have to go with This is Yesterday.
There is something beautifully understated and universal about that moment of melacholy where you lament everything you ever did wrong and regret and the overwhelming feeling of fear as anxiety overcomes you, all in these 3 lines;
I repent, I'm sorry, everything is falling apart
Houses as ruins and gardens as weeds
Why do anything when you can forget everything
Day 30: What do Manics mean to you and have they changed your life?
The urge to just say 'everything' is huge here. I want to just specify that the Manics being 'everything' doesn't exclude the importance of friends, family, pets etc, but yeah....Everything.
As previously discussed, here and here, the Manics first came properly onto my radar in '99 and then started meaning something to me in '02. The October following seeing them at V2002 was when Forever Delayed was released and they did the corresponding tour in December. In the time between seeing them in August and again in December I bought half of all the albums and immersed myself in the band. My friend S and I would stay up all night watching DVDs, listening to albums and discussing the band.
Over the next year - coincidentally also my final year of sixth form - I bought the rest of the albums, books, magazines, joined the Stay Beautiful forum, went to an in store gig/signing for Lipstick Traces - which involved a 5am start in Nottingham, to get to London in time to queue for wristbands, before returning a week later for the actual gig - and generally immersed myself in the band.
In many ways they turned things around for me. The final year of Sixth Form was a really hard year for me and they - those damn valley boys - got me through. They offered comfort, and understanding, and an identity.
They taught me, and this is the most important thing they've given me, that intellect is the most valuable gift I have. And that I should treasure it. I stopped being ashamed of being different; you know the special kind of shame that only a comprehensive school can impress on a person, and I started believing the things that made me different were all good things.
Dress how you want, talk how you want, read what you want (although if you don't know what you want, Manics fanhood comes with an extensive recommended reading list - all philosophers and literature) and be better for it. A better fan for it, as they say; this one's for the freaks.
So yeah, self worth, plus the sheer numbers of people I have met by virtue of being a Manics fan equals 'everything'.