it's foolish to assume that i'll be coming back another day

so it's kind of fitting that this i'm reviewing this album for the last day of nanoblogmo. save the world, lose the girl is short and sweet. it was the first cd i ever bought with my own (and the seat cushion's) money. it was the first album i sang along to with my hairbrush microphone and my teddy bear backup chorus. it was also the first album i denied listening to once the britney spears/backstreet boy/nsync craze caught on at school (strangely, this was also when i got into pokemon; i still maintain jigglypuff brainwashed me, that thing was creepy). this isn't the most sophisticated album. it's not even 38 minutes long, has 11 (really, 10, since one of them is only 44 seconds long) songs. they don't sing so much as shout halfway in tune. the lyrics aren't all that great, either. the only point to that one 44 second song i mentioned is gabe saporta really wanting to know if you want another boy.

but i still love this album more than living well is the best revenge and kings of leon's only by the night and take off your pants and jacket and american idiot and even dookie (although it's close there). this isn't a purely sentimental thing, either. sure, i remember being a kid and having sleepovers and stealing people's siblings' copy of this cd and thinking we were just endlessly cool for already knowing all the words when we sang along. and yeah, i remember visiting rutgers and thinking it was even cooler that the band had formed there, and that it hadn't been that long, and...but it's not a sentimental thing. or, at least, it's not a sentimental thing reserved for me alone. there are some bands and songs and cds that can remind you, even when school kind of sucks (and, wow, does it ever - see the next post for that) and you still haven't found time to look over your college applications before sending them in and there are approximately nine thousand things on your to-do list that have to be started right now...we're young. we're young and have time to sit around and listen to music and sing along and write crappy, self-indulgent, rambling blogs or just...be. maybe 'no place feels like home' (favorite song on the album? just maybe) and maybe, now that you remember how young you are and how young the band was when they recorded this album, you don't really believe they'd experienced enough to hate anyone like they do in 'such a person'. maybe you agree with them when they say 'to trust is to depend', but you don't care, and, no, you're not going to stop breathing for them.

or maybe you'll listen and have fun and blast them on your radio. maybe after this you'll play forget what you know and dookie and pinkerton and enema of the state and take off your pants and jacket and americana and smash. and after that 'come on' will come on shuffle. and you'll start singing along. you know you will, because i've spent a good four days convincing you to. and after all that you'll turn shuffle off and crank up the speakers and play 'just rock and roll' until your ears bleed.

so that was it for the midtown review extravaganza. i'd post a list of favorites off of this album, but, honestly, it's not the same if you don't listen to it all. and, before you start whining, it's short. you can do it.