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Post by KAMALARAMBO: BOOMSHAKALAKA!!! on Dec 4, 2019 17:52:35 GMT -5
I was listening to the Wham Rap recently where the song pretty much tells you to quit your job if you don’t enjoy it. I remember thinking years ago at least some people probably quit their jobs listening to that. Probably irresponsible British teens in the ‘80s.
As for me I then headed out to work an 18 hour double shift at a job I don’t love.
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Post by 4real on Dec 4, 2019 18:33:34 GMT -5
“I’d rather live than live forever” Bring Me The Horizon - It Never Ends
I’d say that probably helped me to realise that I needed to travel more and do more stuff than sit around or going to the pub all the time.
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Post by Fade is a CodyCryBaby on Dec 4, 2019 19:24:36 GMT -5
I was hesitant to audition in my colleges theater program and a friend of mine played “The Black Parade” by My Chemical Romance in the car as we jammed out to it. Ended up motivating me, got cast as the lead and led to some of the best years of my life.
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Post by Welfare Willis on Dec 4, 2019 19:27:16 GMT -5
NickelBack's photograph made me realize that true evil exist in the world. Does that count?
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Post by Jumpin' Jesse Walsh on Dec 4, 2019 19:32:06 GMT -5
Not gonna lie, the synth score in Mulan when she cuts her hair with the sword and runs away from home makes me wanna embark on some life-changing shit.
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Post by Milkman Norm on Dec 4, 2019 19:41:08 GMT -5
I heard Merle's "I Think I'll Just Stay Here And Drink" and thought it was a pretty good life goal.
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Post by FinalGwen on Dec 4, 2019 19:46:33 GMT -5
Another Day from Rent convinced me to tell a crush how I felt about them. There are probably better characters in fiction to get life advice from than Mimi, but it worked out ok.
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Post by Cranjis McBasketball on Dec 4, 2019 19:48:18 GMT -5
I heard Merle's "I Think I'll Just Stay Here And Drink" and thought it was a pretty good life goal. It’s worked out for me to great success.
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Post by Kyn on Dec 4, 2019 21:11:04 GMT -5
I have a song lyric tattooed on my wrist, so I guess that counts as a big decision. I love the feeling of community and acceptance that you have when you're in a mosh pit, and everyone including you is singing and dancing together even though you might be total strangers.
I followed Placebo around Australia last time they toured here, and I got the tattoo to commemorate that feeling, so anytime I'm feeling alone, or like a misfit, I just have to look at my wrist and it reminds me there are other people out there like me.
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Post by CMPunkyBrewster on Dec 4, 2019 21:24:00 GMT -5
I grew up in an extremely small country town in Indiana (less than 500 people).
I was picked on and bullied because I was an outsider in a town full of people who had all grown up together and most of whom were related in some way. To make matters worse, I was never a "normal" kid, listening to metal and punk music and having long hair by even kindergarten during an era where NO boys had long hair. I was much more interested in watching Ferris Bueller and the Breakfast Club than Power Rangers. More than anything, I just loved tp play music, spending most of my free time with my drums. I was just more mature and different than a bunch of uneducated rednecks, but I was outnumbered 500 to 1. Even my teachers treated me like trash. It was a miserable existance that continued through middle school. To make matters worse, my dad was an asshole who almost relished making me and my mom feel like shit, so my home life sucked too. I grew not only accept, but enjoy my outsider status, but I was admittedly lonely without someone to share stuff with.
By high school, I had moved to Concord, just outside of Charlotte. This was 1999.
Suddenly, all the things I had been made an outsider for liking became cool, and everybody was into metal and punk and 80s movies. Pair this with the fact that I started what basically amounted to the first local band in town, which played all the pop-punk hits of the time and our own originals and BAM...I was downright popular. One of the most popular dudes in town. My band could draw 300+ people to our shows, and I was the "cool guy" lead singer/guitaist.
And I hated it.
People were constantly swarming me, and I could see they were fake as f***. They liked me because of what I was, not who I was. I absolutely resented the fact that these kids were jumping on a bandwagon that I had built the f***ing wheels for. I had suffered for what I loved, these kids copped it as a trend. It was a weird swing between being glad to finally have friends, but knowing that none of them would have even looked at me a year or 2 prior. I felt like I owed myself to them for giving me an unbelievable amount of success for a guy my age, but didn't want to give them anything because they were fake. I had never felt more conflicted and confused in my life.
During this time, I went to the mall with a couple friends. We were cutting through an FYE to get to the other side of the mall (Concord Mills, if anyone knows it), and an album cover caught my eye.
It was just these dudes in a room, but they looked so f***ing creepy and unsettling, I was immediately drawn to it. I had grown up a huge fan of bands like KISS and Alice Cooper, and these guys had a similar kinda thing, but darker and grittier, more real somehow. And there were a LOT more of them.
I had never heard of the band, never heard a single note of their music, but I knew I needed that CD. I had 20 bucks, and I spent almost all of it on a record I had never heard on sheer faith.
I took it home, put it in my Discman, and pressed play. The first track was so odd, I was worried that I might have chosen poorly. It was just a vocal loop with the speed varying wildly and some creepy noises underneath. But something made me keep listening.
Then the first song came in and took my f***ing head off.
I had never heard anything so heavy and angry in my life. This band sounded like I felt. There was an anger there that I just identified with for reasons I couldn't explain. I sat through the first 3 songs in complete disbelief. I felt like someone had glued me to my spot.
Then the 5th track on the album started. I sat, listening to the words, and next thing I knew, tears were streaming down my face. It was the most brutally beautiful thing I had ever heard, and the words were exactly what I wanted to scream at them all. The stupid rednecks in Indiana, my dad, the fake friends, everyone.
The song was called "Surfacing", and the band was Slipknot.
That song, that album, and that band have held a special place in my heart since that day. Especially once I found out that these guys were midwestern outcasts, just like me. That explains the instant identification with that particular brand of anger. They were just like me.
Hearing it put to music in such a mind-crushing way was a revelation to me, and made me realize that I wasn't alone. The people around me might have been fake, but I wasn't, and I certainly didn't owe them a god damn thing. And from that day forth, they would only get what I allowed them.
I know people like to shit on Slipknot these days, and sure, they aren't the angry thing they used to be. But that first album was a f***ing revelation and unquestionably changed the path of my life. And for that, I will always be an unabashed fan.
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Post by Milkman Norm on Dec 5, 2019 19:06:37 GMT -5
Serious Answer. Not necessary motivation but The Mountain Goats "This Year" has helped me through some dark places.
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Post by Fade is a CodyCryBaby on Dec 5, 2019 21:14:51 GMT -5
I grew up in an extremely small country town in Indiana (less than 500 people). I was picked on and bullied because I was an outsider in a town full of people who had all grown up together and most of whom were related in some way. To make matters worse, I was never a "normal" kid, listening to metal and punk music and having long hair by even kindergarten during an era where NO boys had long hair. I was much more interested in watching Ferris Bueller and the Breakfast Club than Power Rangers. More than anything, I just loved tp play music, spending most of my free time with my drums. I was just more mature and different than a bunch of uneducated rednecks, but I was outnumbered 500 to 1. Even my teachers treated me like trash. It was a miserable existance that continued through middle school. To make matters worse, my dad was an asshole who almost relished making me and my mom feel like shit, so my home life sucked too. I grew not only accept, but enjoy my outsider status, but I was admittedly lonely without someone to share stuff with. By high school, I had moved to Concord, just outside of Charlotte. This was 1999. Suddenly, all the things I had been made an outsider for liking became cool, and everybody was into metal and punk and 80s movies. Pair this with the fact that I started what basically amounted to the first local band in town, which played all the pop-punk hits of the time and our own originals and BAM...I was downright popular. One of the most popular dudes in town. My band could draw 300+ people to our shows, and I was the "cool guy" lead singer/guitaist. And I hated it. People were constantly swarming me, and I could see they were fake as f***. They liked me because of what I was, not who I was. I absolutely resented the fact that these kids were jumping on a bandwagon that I had built the f***ing wheels for. I had suffered for what I loved, these kids copped it as a trend. It was a weird swing between being glad to finally have friends, but knowing that none of them would have even looked at me a year or 2 prior. I felt like I owed myself to them for giving me an unbelievable amount of success for a guy my age, but didn't want to give them anything because they were fake. I had never felt more conflicted and confused in my life. During this time, I went to the mall with a couple friends. We were cutting through an FYE to get to the other side of the mall (Concord Mills, if anyone knows it), and an album cover caught my eye. It was just these dudes in a room, but they looked so f***ing creepy and unsettling, I was immediately drawn to it. I had grown up a huge fan of bands like KISS and Alice Cooper, and these guys had a similar kinda thing, but darker and grittier, more real somehow. And there were a LOT more of them. I had never heard of the band, never heard a single note of their music, but I knew I needed that CD. I had 20 bucks, and I spent almost all of it on a record I had never heard on sheer faith. I took it home, put it in my Discman, and pressed play. The first track was so odd, I was worried that I might have chosen poorly. It was just a vocal loop with the speed varying wildly and some creepy noises underneath. But something made me keep listening. Then the first song came in and took my f***ing head off. I had never heard anything so heavy and angry in my life. This band sounded like I felt. There was an anger there that I just identified with for reasons I couldn't explain. I sat through the first 3 songs in complete disbelief. I felt like someone had glued me to my spot. Then the 5th track on the album started. I sat, listening to the words, and next thing I knew, tears were streaming down my face. It was the most brutally beautiful thing I had ever heard, and the words were exactly what I wanted to scream at them all. The stupid rednecks in Indiana, my dad, the fake friends, everyone. The song was called "Surfacing", and the band was Slipknot. That song, that album, and that band have held a special place in my heart since that day. Especially once I found out that these guys were midwestern outcasts, just like me. That explains the instant identification with that particular brand of anger. They were just like me. Hearing it put to music in such a mind-crushing way was a revelation to me, and made me realize that I wasn't alone. The people around me might have been fake, but I wasn't, and I certainly didn't owe them a god damn thing. And from that day forth, they would only get what I allowed them. I know people like to shit on Slipknot these days, and sure, they aren't the angry thing they used to be. But that first album was a f***ing revelation and unquestionably changed the path of my life. And for that, I will always be an unabashed fan. I get that feeling of conflict of people liking you for what you are and not who you are. That was an incredible read. I was legitimately surprised it was Slipknot..lol. I’m sorry for those tough years but it’s so admirable and good to hear you braved through and found that success, conflicting as it may have been for ya.
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Post by edgestar on Dec 6, 2019 17:33:47 GMT -5
Not so much un making a big decision, but one of my favorite lyrics is in Billy Joel's Only The Good Die Young. "We might be laughing a bit too loud, but that never hurt no one".
(well, maybe me. I have laughed until I was in pain, or crying.)
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Post by Natural Born Farmer on Dec 6, 2019 23:46:26 GMT -5
Played “Night Shift At The Potato Factory” by Modern Life Is War a lot before quitting my last real job. Found another and that turned out to be a real solid choice.
”The path is dim and twisted/ but there’s nothing stopping you!”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2019 2:15:55 GMT -5
ICP's Miracles made me question how magnets function.
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Post by Bo Rida on Dec 7, 2019 9:54:18 GMT -5
The theme to the littlest hobo is my travel song. Helped me get past the fear of travelling solo and being philosophical about the bittersweet feeling of making new friends and losing them so quickly.
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I've been found out!
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Post by Dr. T is an alien on Dec 7, 2019 13:01:28 GMT -5
The first time I saw a Playboy magazine Michael Jackson's "Beat It" was playing in the background. I felt...inspired. I beat that magazine so hard for being so naughty.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2019 13:34:01 GMT -5
Frank Stallone's "Far From Over" starts automatically playing in my ears every time I start to get even little bit hesitant about making a move on görl(s)
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Post by SmashTV on Dec 7, 2019 13:55:06 GMT -5
A bit different, but a song STOPPED me from making a big decision, but in a good way. In my first year at university I lived alone after not gelling with my housemates, was seeing a girl who would bring me down, had unsympathetic tutors and worked bad hours in a part time job. What had promised so much had turned out badly, and I considered jacking it all in.
However, around this time Depeche Mode had released their album Ultra, the first release after frontman Dave Gahan’s OD and suicide attempt. It’s not their best album but contains the song ‘Home’, which has the line ‘Finally I’ve found that I belong here’. Hearing this line motivated me to stay at university; it was bad now but I was there on merit, I’d got myself there and nobody else. If I hung on for a few more months - ‘I belong here’ - then I’d seen it through and achieved something, despite the negativity.
So I stayed, and wound up with some of the best memories of my life. Thank you, Depeche Mode.
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Post by claytanic on Dec 7, 2019 16:48:29 GMT -5
I had a job I hated, just dreaded going to but it was safe, secure and I was good at it. I could have made a decent living until retirement. I had put in for a job I really wanted, it was less money, less security but I knew I would enjoy.
On my way to quitting I wasn't sure if I was going to pull the trigger.
Peter Gabriel's Solsbury Hill came on the radio on my to work as if my life suddenly had a movie soundtrack and after it played I knew what I was going to do.
P.S. everything turned out good.
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