I Hate You.

Over a month since my last post? Sorry, sorry… Life, as ever, has been getting in the way… And when I finally sat down to think about what I’d put up here, in front of you all, I blanked.

It wasn’t for lack of choice – oh, no. Not at all. But after the last couple of very intimate, important (to me) posts, I didn’t want to put something throwaway up – I wanted it to mean as much as the others.

And so, it does – but it is the antithesis of my second last post. That was about falling in love – this is about falling back out of it; torn to shreds and bleeding; screaming and crying and hating the other all the way.

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“Radio”, from Alkaline Trio’s 2003 album “Maybe I’ll Catch Fire”, is pure acid – starting as a simple electric guitar solo that edges its way under your skin, it starts to layer – a drumbeat; Matt Skiba’s voice in baritone; and those first few lines that would tear a strip from anyone…

Shaking like a dog shittin’ razorblades
Waking up next to nothing
After dreaming of you and me
I’m waking up all alone, waking up so relieved

And then… And then… And then…

2 minutes and 6 seconds in, the electric guitar kicks in, Skiba’s voice kicks up a gear, and the next few lines tear much larger strips…

I’ve got a big fat fuckin’ bone to pick with you my darling
In case you haven’t heard I’m sick and tired of trying
I wish you would take my radio to bathe with you,
Plugged in and ready to fall

And over the next 90 seconds or so, Skiba’s voice climbs ever higher, becomes ever more frantic and hurt and angry and hateful, and the music builds, before lapsing back for the final 40 seconds, exhausted and resentful.

When Phil Spector created his famous “Wall of Sound” technique, I figure he didn’t intend it to be used to crash down on someone in the hope it’d hurt them.

Shaking like a dog shittin’ razorblades
Waking up next to nothing
After dreaming of you and me
I’m waking up all alone, waking up so relieved
While you’re taking your time with apologies
I’m making my plans for revenge
Red eyes on orange horizons
If Columbus was wrong I’d drive straight off the edge
I’d drive straight off the edge

Taking your own life with boredom
I’m taking my own life with wine
It helps you to rule out the sorrow
It helps me to empty my mind
Making the most of a bad time
I’m smoking the brains from my head
Leaving the coal calling the kettle black and orange and red
This kettle is seeing red

I’ve got a big fat fuckin’ bone to pick with you my darling
In case you haven’t heard I’m sick and tired of trying
I wish you would take my radio to bathe with you
Plugged in and ready to fall

Shaking like a dog shittin’ razorblades
waking up next to nothing after dreaming of you and me
I’m waking up all alone, waking up so relieved
while you’re taking your time with apologies
I’m planning out my revenge
Red eyes on orange horizons
If Columbus was wrong I’d drive straight off the edge
I’m seeing red

I’ve got a big fat fuckin’ bone to pick with you my darling
In case you haven’t heard I’m sick and tired of trying
I wish you would take my radio to bathe with you,
Plugged in and ready to fall

Plugged in and ready to fall
Plugged in and ready to fall
Plugged in and ready to fall

Alkaline Trio – Radio

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