[This essay was contributed by Alx. Thanks for sharing it! -Delfina]
yeah stereotypical teenager story, but quite true.
i was lonely, depressed, and considering suicide at the young age of 12. the pressure to be the perfect “all-American” girl was too much. i didn’t want to be that kind of girl, i wanted to stand out for being me. i was transitioning in my life and ways, but i had no direction. i had 2 friends, none of which were much help to my problems, and i wasn’t sure that i could trust them since i had issues trusting people considering how bitchy pre-teen to teenage girls desperate for attention and popularity could be.
one day, my friend called me right when i was planning how i was going to kill myself and said “hey dude! come over! you have got to see this hot guy in this music video!”
i’m like ok, whatever. so i proceeded to her house and she turned on the American Idiot music video and pointed out the “hot guy” which turned out to be Billie Joe. i was amazed. not just at the beauty of the band members, or how cool the video was, but at the lyrics. the lyrics were understandable and real to me. rap and hip/hop was all about being a hoe and conforming to that slutty lifestyle so you can get sex. i didn’t like that and these lyrics were music to my ears.
FYI…before seeing the video, i had heard Green Day music, but not as often as i could. having no CD player and no MP3, i only listened to what my mom listened to, which was that rap crap and International Superhits (my first Green Day CD).
I began to get into Green Day, just as they were getting insanely popular with their new CD. then i heard Boulevard of Broken Dreams. it spoke to me, i related so well to it. it made me realize that if these amazingly talented rock stars were writing about this, then there must be a lot of people feeling this way. so i ran out and bought American Idiot. i listened to the entire CD that night and loved it.
i related so well to all of the lyrics, so i felt obligated to buy more Green Day albums.
to make an incredibly long story a little bit shorter, i became obsessed and kicked my depression. none of my friends, not even the one who showed me the video, get why i’m so obsessed with Green Day. i’m not ready to tell any of them, but when i tell them, maybe they will stop saying “dude. lay off the Green Day.”
i am forever grateful to Green Day for saving my life. even though they don’t know it.
February 20, 2008 at 5:31 pm [ Category: Essay, Personal ]
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