And this has “stolen” our hearts.
Music: Baby, You Wouldn’t Last a Minute on the Creek (acoustic) - Chiodos
[ Download here ]
It has been a string of countless sms and finally a discussion over ym that prompted me to post this: JP’s take on Dashboard Confessional’s Stolen has put me on a Dashboard trip and therefore have to give this piece.
When I posted a url of a downloadable Stolen mp3 a few weeks back, JP has contested that it was the slow version and was looking for the fast one. Which fast one? I asked. I haven’t really heard any other versions, I told him. That sparked a Dashboard curiosity.
JP says according to Magic 89.9, the slow version was the album version, while there was a released radio edit about 1.5x faster which was also used on the video. Speculations were, the album version was meant to be pop, while the radio edit was meant to be emo.
Which I found to be contradicting. One, the album version, pop as it may seem, channeled more emotions, and were more touching than the radio edit. Radio edit seemed detached. Two, if making a pop version, why would you put that on the album, when radio airplay generates album sales?
Then again, I kinda found the answer to number one: I forgot how emo boys can be so detached and emotional at the same time. *laughs*
So I tried resucitating Danielle and listened to Dashboard Confessional tracks this afternoon. It seemed this is new for DC to release a slow pop version as everything is upbeat. Altho JP said there were also two versions of Hands Down, I don’t think it’s as pop as Stolen.
Hmm. Emo kicking in.
Try downloading these two and compare. See which one you connect to more:
Stolen - Dashboard Confessional mp3 Album Version [Download here ]
Stolen - Dashboard Confessional mp3 Radio Edit [ Download here ]
I asked JP what the lyrics was about. Sabi ko kasi it seemed like something like graduation. After all, where do you get a combination of ballroom parties, completed dreams, and hiatus after? Some people at a certain lyrics meanings site said it was all a part of the theme–that being Dashboard’s album title Dusk and Summer–making Stolen a sweep-me-off-my-feet summer fling. After all, they did sing about it in the first lines: “We watch the seasons pull up its own stakes, catch the last weekend, of the last week; Before the gold and the glimmer, have been replaced, we watch the sun soaked season fade away;”
But aren’t graduations meant to end at the start of summer? Malay mo naman it’s still connected.
Hmm. What do you think?
Give it the Swish
This came from the SWiSH site. Found them while researching on some really nice wallet. Don’t bother asking the connection. Try checking the other ad for guys. It’s so cute, it made me think of the cute guy couple I know. *aherm*
This just made me all mushy inside. Sigh. We all need positive love from the straights from time to time.
how do you define me?
Some trainer asked us to draw stuff that we link to ourselves. I doodled, then realized I wasn’t being another sheep. They were all drawing different images of tv, dvds, books, chatting, internet and other tangible things. I was drawing a vague representation.
Someone was supposed to describe me using what they see in the drawing. She took a look, stayed…then ran outside, holding her nose tight. Blood droplets followed her trace.
Tangina. Hahahahahaha.
Eto pa.
The last time I did this exercise, they also wrote the word “cool.” It was in college, back when we were froshies, just to get a view of what people think of you–things that they’re not gonna say when you’re listening. They taped it on a desk, you leave your name, you go around, scribble anonymously.
I asked them, “what do you mean by ‘cool’?” They replied, “basta, ‘cool’.”
The next encounter I remember was fourth year, when Jonathan, this nice guy who used to be in our section but went ahead to pursue Journalism (we were Communications), wrote us a letter for our recollection, claiming how he missed us all. He again decribed me as ”cool” when he mentioned me. I asked him what he meant. He couldn’t conjure an answer. He just looked at me blankly in an attempt to think, then shrugged, and said, “basta, cool.”
Here, when we did it again for our training (except it’s now taped on our backs), I counted eight copies of it.
I forever associated myself to the definition of “cool.” Yeah, JC’s cool. Eh putangina, hindi nga madefine ang “cool”. Isn’t “cool” a substitute for something you can’t think of, but politely looking for a way to appreciate? Or something you can’t categorize and can’t find words to describe, so in all its vague glory, you use “cool”?
Hmm. So, ano ba talaga yun?
Cool.
