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Sunday, December 17, 2006
In case you haven't seen this video yet, it's by Nickelback, for their song "Far Away." I was about to post a comment on Youtube about it, but my roommate suggested that this would be a more appropriate place to talk about it. First of all, I highly suggest that you sit down and watch the video, listen to the song, and, most importantly, read the comments. It's enormously fascinating from an aesthetic point of view: this is pure kitsch, and yet it provokes genuine emotion from literally hundreds of thousands of people. Lyrically, it's enormously vague--who can honestly say that they've never felt the pain of being separated from a love object? I think that pretty much explains the wide appeal, but the video is even more interesting, as if they're trying to pack so much emotional impact into 4 clean minutes that it starts to dribble out the sides. I haven't watched TV or seen mainstream music videos in a while, so maybe my reaction to this is someone extreme and unwarranted, but this just seems to be me to be the epitome of modern music: slick, overproduced, and designed to make proverbial low blows to our brain's systems of semiotics. It's like a commercial, almost, infiltrating your brain and replacing your own ideas about love and relationships and replacing it with pre-digested, sanitized pabulum. On that note, to leave you, from the Postal Service and the ever-eloquent Ben Gibbard,
"I was waiting on a cross-town train in the London Underground
When it struck me that I've been waiting since birth to find
A love that would look and sound like a movie..."
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2 comments:
If you rip on nickelback one more time I will end you.
This video most definitely left me with many questions. Are there a lot of fires all the time where they live? If he keeps leaving, there must be. Yet, most firement only attend to about one real fire every couple of years or so. And what's the deal with the emphasis on the black guy? I didn't think black guys were allowed to be fire fighters. And all of them showing up at her door? Do they not have their own families, or are they all about to have a post-fire gang bang?
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