Mysicians

I am a self-confessed music snob. It has to be said.

I am also of the worst ilk; the one that is self-righteous, self-promoting and automatically hates the stuff that is popular.

The words spill out my mouth like water gushing through open floodgates, “Oh, it must be crap, because EVERYONE likes it.”

However, I am nothing compared to this other form of musical appreciator, hereby referred to as the mysic – pr. My-sick.

They are the kind of people who will take any song, and then apply it to themselves, somehow believing that the musician is “singing about them”.

And the truth be told, the song has nothing to do with them, or their situation. However, record shows that their interpretation might be about their future...

Some years ago, my (then) sister-in-law forced me to sit through the single by Linkin Park: Numb. She claimed the song was about an abusive relationship between a man and woman, in where the partner excessively and aggressively controls the other.

But… as far as I could gather, it was an insipid and shallow song about a child not wanting to be forced by their parents into a life they didn’t want.

However, she applied it to her life… drew her own conclusions… but, as testament to her idiocy, she has now vomited out the cursed-child of her abusive boyfriend, and is probably living in eternal servitude.

Another example of this is the wedding couple who insist on having their bridal waltz to Alex Lloyd’s Amazing. This won’t mean much to overseas readers, but the lyrics go along the lines of:

“You were amazing

“We did amazing things…”

and so forth.

However, it doesn’t take a literary genius to realize that this song is in fact about breaking up. Having the bridal waltz to such a song could either be beautifully ironic, or disturbingly ominous.

But, you see… anyone can do this. Like me, for instance.

But I will not limit myself to pop songs, one hit wonders and the other pieces of noise that grace my ears whenever I walk past Sanity music. My life revolves around that classic, unofficial national anthem of Australia, Waltzing Matilda.

And I quote the chorus:

Andy sang as he watched

Andy waited til his billy boiled

“Who’ll come a Waltzing Matilda with me?”

I don’t own a billy, and I don’t know Matilda, but I am assuming that when Banjo was writing about me, he was being VERY symbolic.

Well, this is my interpretation of these lyrics. Okay… the lyrics aren’t 100% correct, either. But hey, isn’t music always about how the song speaks to you anyway?

PS, I never claimed to not be a hypocrite.