I am not 100% what this song is about but I know it isn’t about what everyone thinks it’s about. I don’t think it is some feel good song that gets played at graduations. I think it is a blow-off song. I think the parentheses matter. And I think it is about someone trying to take something crappy and tell themselves it was “for a reason”.
The only good examples I can think of taking something bad and making it into something good (granted I am on a lot of medication right now) are Bruce Wayne and Peter Parker. Everyone else is just trying to make themselves feel better. And I get it. I’ve done it. But the time to learn lessons is before something crappy happens. And even that lesson doesn’t mean crap because we all do things we know are terrible ideas because we convince ourselves it is actually a good idea. So I guess we just have to accept the fact that Hydrocodone makes me think I am some kind of wise sage when in reality I am watching the new Captain America movie and WONDERING WHY NOBODY SHOOTS HIM IN THE DAMN LEGS! Seriously, people. It’s a frigging shield, not a target. Gah.
Oh, and you can feel free to weigh in below on whether this song makes Green Day a sell out or it made them the most punky punk band ever. I don’t know the answer but I do know that the pic of Billie Joe Armstrong I found for the banner makes him look like a cross between Jesse Pinkman and a lesbian who needs to lose some water weight.
Excellent choice. I never thought it was about nostalgia, I thought the parentheses mattered too. Fight the good fight man.
*fights someone*
You have great philosophical wax. Hope you are feeling better.
Thanks and thanks!
I can paint when I take Percocet. I forgot everything else I just read. It’s Intermission at my son’s concert. The lady in front of me has her hair teased up really high. The guy in front of Slee is bald, but he won’t switch seats. What were we talking about again? Nevermind.
Why don’t you and Slee switch seats?
SLEE WOULDN’T SWITCH! Ok, the truth is, I didn’t ask him to. It was pretty tight and crowded in there. But did you really think I asked the bald dude? LOL 🙂 Also, I agree with everything you wrote above. The song is clearly retroactive wishful-thinking hindsight. And you are a wise sage, narcotics notwithstanding. The legs, of course, obviously! Why did no one think of that?