A messy attempt at a music review – Love Yourself: Her

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT have formal education in music theory/music production. I’m not an expert. I’m just a girl who’s stating what she liked about BTS’ new album. That all.

My thoughts on this album wouldn’t let me sleep properly unless I write them down so this is the result.

ok so here goooooes
bulleted points bc it doesn’t sound coherent when i put it in paragraphs

1. Intro: Serendipity

  • The whole track sounds whimsical, gentle, and soft.
  • Jimin’s sweet voice fits the mood of the song.
  • RM’s lyrics are good, as always. Using unusual words like the calico cat and blue mold as lyrics without sounding awkward is niiiice

2. DNA

  • Cohesive with the intro’s thought
  • Use of guitars and whistling as the main melody = thumbs up
  • Autotuuune (I have to remind myself everytime that autotune is not necessarily a bad thing)
  • RM’s part where it pauses (Take it / Take it) LIKE WHAT??? IS THERE A GLITCH????

3. Best of Me

  • The song that I was really unsure about. I have mixed feelings about The Chainsmokers so yeah. But the song turned out nice.
  • The song’s lyrics are sweet and loving – towards ARMYs yaaas
  • The Chainsmokers’ trademarks sounds are there and it turned out quite well with the boys’ style.
  • It is really a nice listen, nicer than I expected, really.

4. dimple/Illegal

  • ONE WORD: ILLEGIRL. I usually don’t like puns BUT WHEN SUNG LIKE THAT WOW I SUDDENLY LOVE PUNS
  • The song captured what people feel about your dimples, Namjoon and Hobi lolol
  • JUNGKOOK’S AD LIBS
  • The vocal line didn’t disappoint as always
  • ANOTHER WORD: SEOKJIN!!!!!!!

5. Pied Piper

  • A diss track of an idol group to their fans hahahaha
  • BTS and ARMY’s relationship is on another level really
  • A song I can always jam to (9 out of 10 times I would dance yep)
  • “Yeah, Suga” makes me feel some type of way
  • The bass line is good aaah (Saw Pdogg’s vid of the bass being recorded and made me wonder why is bass an underrated instrument why)
  • THAT AD LIB (is that Jimin and Jungkook) IN THE CHORUS AFTER THE BRIDGE SOUNDS SO PRETTY
  • This song chastises ARMYs bc of neglecting work and studies in favor of stanning and the dudes sure didn’t like that (but stanning makes people happier so can you blame them)
  • So let’s work and study well and be successful in our own endeavors alongside the boys!!!

6. Skit: BBMAs Speech

  • THIS MAKES MY HEART SO FULL!!!!!!!!!
  • the love yourself hint huh you sneaky sneaks
  • I’m just smiling the whole time whenever I listen to this
  • But the added mic drop part (did Pdogg sacrifice a mic to capture that sound)

7. Mic Drop

  • HEAVY BASS YESSSSSSS
  • “If you’re jealous, then sue me” -wise words from Min Suga 2k17
    and…
  • “Live a life man. Good luck” -from the genius RM
  • The cyphers, i can say, have now come full circle because the boys have reached the top and will continue to reach greater heights and no matter what haters say or do nothing can stop that. No need to say something else towards them.
  • This track def has a lot of swaaag

8. Go Go

  • With reggae and trop sounds
  • The main melody (it sounds like they used a wind instrument for this) sounds a bit like save me’s main melody
  • My friend heard hints of Drake’s fake love in this and in first listen yeah it kinda has that but the other elements made it different (don’t wanna say nuances bc idk if that’s the right term and I can’t give concrete examples of those elements just know that it’s there ugh /cries)
  • DOUBLE TIME IN THE LAST FEW SECS YAS
  • A sarcastic take on materialism so people should always look deeper and read between the lines (not just in bts’ lyrics)

9. Outro: Her

  • Simple instrumentals but it makes you focus on the rap more so yaaas (the rap is a full course meal in itself hehe)
  • SO SWEET IM SOFT THIS ALBUM HAS SO MANY SWEET SONGS
  • Just a thought: RM wrote the hook yes but the Suga touch is there (repeating the last words of the lines) which is also evident in their other songs and in the songs in Agust D. Again, just a thought. I may be wrong so don’t take it the wrong way. (who’s paranoid af? me lol)

 

TOP THREE (WOW WHY AM I DOING THIS TO MYSELF)
1. Outro: Her
2. dimple
3. Mic Drop

General comments on the album:

  • IT’S SO SO SO SO SO NICE TO HEAR JIN’S AND V’S VOICES MORE IN THIS RECORD YEEEEESSSS I LOVE THAT TYPE OF STUFF KEEP GOING
  • V’s deep voice provides a nice contrast to the three’s high vocals
  • The record sounds both different and new to me which is cool.
  • This album is a lot lighter (in sound, lyric, even the DNA vid) than most of their previous songs which I dig. Sounds like what it feels like when a relationship is new, or when you have a new crush–giddy, and happy
  • And it also sounds different than the other albums. Saw some comments that it’s not their cup of tea and that’s okay. But let’s not be “i miss your old sound” “i miss the old you” or stuff like that bc this is them, exploring diff styles and growing as artists.
  • And besides, it’s better to stan artists that sound different every record rather than those who sound the same every single fucking record they put out. Bc you can only sing the same tune about the same things in the same style too many times before it becomes redundant and boring. Ok that all
  • I AM EXCITED TO HEAR THE HIDDEN TRACKS!!!!! WHEN WILL MY CD ARRIVE!!!!!! WHY IS EXPRESS SHIPPING SO FUCKING EXPENSIVE!!!!!!!! I WANNA CRY OVER THE CD NOW GOD
  • Okay, about the auto tune. Auto tune has got a bad rep mainly because of overuse I guess?? Because people who want to sing but can’t hold a fucking tune use auto tune to sound decent.
    Buuuut
    Some are using for stylistic purposes, for example, TPain. Yup. TPain doesn’t need auto tune. He can sing really really good. But he decided to use autotune maybe it will make people notice him more? My take on this. What i’m trying to say is in DNA’s case, it’s used for ~*style*~. We all know that they can sing good. That all.

 

PROPS TO THE BOYS, THE PDs, COMPOSERS, THE PEOPLE WHO PLAYED THE INSTRUMENTS (INSTRUMENTALISTS?? idk the proper term /cries), SOUND ENGINEERS FOR MAKING ANOTHER GOOD ALBUM YOU NEVER DISAPPOINT WOOP
I AM EXCITED FOR THE COMEBACK SHOW BC THERE IS A PEEK INTO THE PRODUCTION PROCESS OF THE ALBUM (if i read correctly???)
DO THAT MORE PLEASE BEC THERE ARE NERDS LIKE ME WHO WANT TO LEARN MORE AND SEE WHERE AND HOW THE MAGIC HAPPENS
I’VE GOT TO BE IN THE ROOM WHERE IT HAPPENS, THE ROOM WHERE IT HAPPENS
I’VE GOT TO BE IN THE ROOOOOOO–okay, that’s a different fandom altogether.

/end of fangirling

If you reached this part, thank you for reading this clusterfuck of a review!!!!! Maybe it doesn’t show but I actually put a lot of thought in this hahaha.

I did my best to be as objective as possible haha

If there are people reading this who are music majors or just people more knowledgeable about music, please talk to me (if I didn’t scare you away lol) I wanna learn more thank uuu

Okay. Talk soon. xx

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yes, Dean, i’m 21 now

check out my boy Dean’s songs he good he good

But yeah, I’m twenty-one. Which, apparently, comes with perks. 

  1. I can get a credit card.
  2. I can enter casinos.
  3. Officially an adult now.

Dude, those don’t sound like perks, though. But whatever. All the shit I’m dealing with stays the same.

I am still battling my own demons, falling in love with music more and more every single day, having genuine attempts to not be annoyed at everything I set my eyes on, trying to love myself every day. Nothing new. Same old, same old. But the last one was hard as hell, let me tell you.

I guess I just need to be content with learning new things everyday. To continue to filter the necessary and unnecessary; good and bad; right and wrong; and relearn everyday that those extremes have broad spectrums between them, and that I should know how to figure it out. Make the best of what I gain everyday–happiness, pain, laughter, anger, experiences–and use it to strengthen and build me up as a decent human being. All of those and just going with the flow, without asking the universe what it wants me to do because it sure as fuck won’t answer me (that fucker doesn’t give two shits). After all, the only person who can answer that is…me. Surprise.

I have to figure it out all by myself, at least a part of it. Just enough to get me by. The hardest thing to do, yeah, but also the only thing I could do regarding this one big clusterfuck also known as life.

But yeah, I’m twenty-one. Grew a year older. Hope that I grew up, too, even just a little bit.

Thank you. Talk soon. xx

If You’re Reading This…

You have eyes, I guess. I’m not funny, I know that.

Anyway…

I was just looking through the music website I really like. I honestly have been wanting to apply for a long time. But I’m a cowardly indecisive little shit so, yeah. Then, I wanna ask someone if I should just send my application to the website, then I racked my head for a person… then asked myself, who would I ask, anyway?

I just realized that I don’t have a best friend.

The person who would know all your secrets, complaints, dirty laundry, all that shit.

I have friends, I have different groups. High school, college, work, and some online friends. My family, of course. But I really don’t tell them things. By things, I mean the deep, lying-in-bed-at-night stuff. I share important things when it’s kinda relevant at the time, and if I just really would explode if I didn’t tell anybody. And it depends on the person, actually. The result is it’s like I’ve given different parts of me to different people in the form of secrets and admissions. Kind of a horcrux. Maybe. That’s the only analogy I can think of right now.

I’ve divided so many things in my life that I didn’t notice that I did this, too. Divide secrets and feelings into different friend groups.

I think I’ve told more of the deep shit I’m thinking in this blog, which is kinda sad.

Maybe because I really don’t tell people things. It’s really hard for me to talk about my thoughts and feelings about things that are really, really close to my heart and are deeply personal.

Maybe because I don’t wanna burden them with all my shit (but if they follow me on twitter it’s kinda the same maybe. Haha.) and I’m just really better with written communication. That’s one thing I really should fix. Wouldn’t get that far in life if I don’t improve my crappy verbal communication skills. It’s easier to open up when you have time to compose your thoughts. When you’re not staring at expectant (or sad, angry, judgemental) faces. That kind of thing.

I’ve exhausted all my thoughts and feelings for now. All I wanna do now is listen to good music and watch the Perseid meteor shower. Or sleep. I don’t know. Whichever comes first.

Okay. Talk soon.

Keyboard diarrhea

I wish I could think about the future without wanting to cry and sometimes, tear my hair out. That this crippling fear can still go away, and that it would be replaced with excitement and most of all, certainty.

But surprise, surprise, (I say this with all the sarcasm I can muster, and trust me, I have a lot.) it’s not that easy. Every year it feels like it just gets harder. I grow old, and I kinda grow up, but the problems grow, too. Like those hydras, mythical creatures with seven heads and could kill you any minute if you take your eyes off of them. Cut a head, two will grow back. I just want to go back to days that my only problems were when I’ll eat next or how I’ll avoid taking a bath again; not money or dying relationships. Cry over boo-boos or when you don’t like dinner; not over not knowing who you really are or something that rubs salt in the wounds that your heart are trying to desperately heal.

I wish I know what to do. In general. How to move in life. How to keep everything afloat. How to deal with relationships. How not to fuck everything up. How to get back up if you fuck everything up. What I’m saying is, I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing in my life. I don’t even know why I exist. At all.

It equally comforts and saddens me that come the year 3000, every struggle, fears, and problems I had–all of us had–simply wouldn’t matter anymore. That once you cease to exist, those will slowly cease to exist as well. Out of sight, out of mind. Ha. Why would it even matter, when we’ll all die anyway? It’s sad, but liberating at the same time. Mostly sad, though.

I feel like I could be pulled into different directions right now. No matter how different those choices are, it will take me somewhere I really don’t know what will bring. Stay or go. Leave the country, start a new life. Create a (almost) blank slate. As if that slate wouldn’t be already tainted anyway. God, I really like the new country, new life option, though. Could I pick that?

Ugh, when did I become such a fucking mess? How can I clean this up?

‘Kay, this is enough. Talk soon, I guess. Or maybe later.

How proper hygiene can sometimes break your heart: a study

“Can I put a toothbrush in your bathroom? I mean… I kinda always stay here anyway,” he said, looking hesitant as he waves a toothbrush around.
“Yeah, yeah, sure you can,” I replied, acting nonchalant, as if my heart’s not beating faster. Just because he wanted to leave a toothbrush. At my place. A sign of permanence, at the very least. A sign of commitment, at the very best.
“Thanks!” he replied with a smile as he went to the bathroom, presumably to put his toothbrush there.

Months went by and a toothbrush is not the only thing of his that is in my flat–shirts, CDs, books, even his goldfish–made its way into my flat, and life. That is until they’re not there anymore.

One night after a long day at work, I went inside the flat just to find it strangely clean. There were no shirts and socks lying around. His little makeshift bookshelf-slash-CD rack on my desk was cleared off. Even Fishy was gone. I then noticed a scrap of paper on the coffee table, with a hastily scrawled I’m sorry written on it.

I sat on the couch. I called. Went to voice mail. I texted. Just read. White noise was prevalent in the flat, when normally it would be filled with Kanye’s voice and sounds of laughter. I sat there for a long time, thinking about what went wrong–what I did wrong.

I realized that maybe nothing went wrong, that it’s just time for us to end, that our time is up. Nothing wrong with that, except for the fact that he didn’t have the fucking guts to finish it in person. I don’t have time for people like that.

But that doesn’t mean I won’t cry later.

After a long shower (or a long cry in the shower), I went to the sink to brush my teeth when I saw it. The toothbrush he left time ago.

He left his fucking toothbrush behind.

I almost cried again but no, I told myself, you wouldn’t cry over ghosting assholes anymore, you can do this. I took a deep breath and smiled a little. Took his toothbrush out of the little cup and put it under the sink with the cleaning solutions.

I needed a new toilet brush, anyway.

via Daily Prompt: Toothbrush