Fight Club But With Words: Charles Pasi – Farewell My Love

 

You treat me bad, you make me weep and more, … you drive me mad. That’s what my girlfriend says. And apparently she knows this place couples go to. It’s a place somewhere underground called a “fight club”. And couples go there for couple therapy. They punch each other with words in the comfort of a supporting crowd. It’s supposedly a way to release any tension built up over your relationship. The ultimate test to really, actually, test the strength of any true, loving relationship. You treat me baaaaad. Is what she’s implying, looking at me, screaming. I’m completely overwhelmed. Looking around at the crowd, this very, very, intensely in-sane crowd. What are we doing here? Why did we come to this place? What started with a punch in the soul, finished with a punch in the head. We shouldn’t have come here. Her words keep hitting me from all sides, though. Apparently I’m a dirty rat who can’t keep any promises. I’ve always been a loser, and I’ll stay that way until I step up my game. She looks immensely beautiful and sad. I’ll be gone by tomorrow – no more pain, no more sorrow. That’s what she says. And the final straw. I drag her out of the place. That stupid couple’s therapy place, where no one ever learned that the Other isn’t an extension of your own identity, but rather just someone you felt mentally attracted to – someone of which you decided in an instant they might be worth passing this difficult whole life experience thing with. Maybe that is why my famous best friend is always single. Not knowing how to lovingly treat himself, let alone another. On our way out through the exit door, we pass another couple, coming in. This time it’s the guy who persuaded the girl. Fools.

Director of music video: Stéphane Marchetti (and produced by Playprod)

 

 

 

To be Vulnerable in Love: Joy Wellboy – Lay Down Your Blade

 

This music video right here is probably the best cry out there for couples just getting to know each other, or just starting to be vulnerable around each other.

You say you don’t need to be a gentleman to me. Which is fine. It’s even a compliment really. Because honestly, we all know I can handle my own. But what you get in return is: Brutal honesty. Try getting through thàt.

Believe me when I say we shouldn’t go back to the same place. Cause one can’t return to the state in which one was before. That’s simply not how it works. I mean, look at the evolution theory. There’s literally no turning back.

Lay down your blade. Why would I? I will lay down my blade. Will you, though?

How can I trust that you’ll do as you say? That you will, as you claim, “lay down your blade”? How can I, yes, trust you? It kinda reminds you of that cliché online meme which goes something like this:

(statement) “I love you”

(reply) “Do you have evidence to support your statement?”.

One friend of mine once replied to this all but true meme: “Yes. Hugs!”. And then he started frantically hugging me. Which is something I don’t regularly allow for.

But I guess some people just don’t get it.

Director of MV: Joy Wellboy

Like Machines in Your Ear: Trixie Whitley – Soft Spoken Words

 

When he talks, love sounds come out (or so it would seem). But here’s the thing: a simple statement contains a ton of information apart from the words themselves. Even when words of love are soft-spoken and seemingly full of love, there are all these other layers. Layers that psychics, or lunatics, call “reading between the lines”. Cause we all know that even the most lovely words of all – “I love you” – can often mean nothing.

When your soft-spoken words sound like machines in my ear.

When he speaks, love sounds come out. And he may think they mean anything, but not necessarily so. Some love stories down the road, you’ve come to learn that words are merely words. Unless there is courage involved.  But often there is none. Maybe because of the situation, or because of him, or maybe because of you. But whatever the reason may be, in the end all these love sounds still just feel like … machinery. Stuff you’re supposed to say, or you’re supposed to feel.

When your soft-spoken words sound like machines in my ear.

But the truth is that one can never feel complete, unless you dare to listen to the most painful words of all. And that, dare I say, is where true love comes into play.

Director of this Music Video: Derrick Belcham

 

 

You Can’t Tame a Wild One: Lucky Rose ft. Tep No – Wild One

Short story based on music video “Wild One” of DJs Lucky Rose and Tep No.

 

It’s difficult to tame a wild one. They all want one, until they actually have one. Then it blows up in their faces. You simply can’t tame the one thing that is too afraid to be caged. It will kick and scream, yell and spit, punch and hit you, right where it hurts. Whatever needs to be done to avoid entering the cage. Most of them keep trying anyway. But not much so with him. He lets me be. We can go for these long, quiet walks in the woods. And he’ll curiously jump and run around like mad, in some kind of childlike overexcitement. But he’s got his eye on me though. Follows me around. And even when I feel alone, I just look about, and guess who’s still around. He’s just as wild as me, exploring all them different corners ferociously. But sometimes I do keep him on a leash … Like when he’s been naughty, screwing up my carefully constructed territory. That much curiosity should sometimes be restrained. But the cuddles, well, they’re the best. His soft skin complements my firm face. And he’s so cute when he sleeps. And he’s strong. And protective of me. He’ll save me from anything, if necessary, though he knows I can take perfect care of my own. And when I dance the night away, he doesn’t care whether or not I’m drunk. Doesn’t feel the need to show the dance floor the two of us belong. He knows I am the loyal kind. He knows that I know that he’s around. Honestly, all the times I went out without him, it felt like I had left some kind of important piece of myself behind. So really, … who needs a man when you’ve got a dog?

Director of music video: Not mentioned anywhere – ? UltraMusic

 

Aerosmith – Pink

Pink – it’s not even a question. Try to do a music video on the colour Pink. I’m thinking Barbie, the Pink Panther, Think Pink, and, of course, the colour pink. Yet, Aerosmith chose to do something entirely different. Cause what is pink other than something that sticks out in a crowd? Pink, my friends, is the new kind of cool. It’s the premonition of Pinkish Lady Gaga-like personalities. I want to be your lover. Cause you’re cool, and weird. I like that. Respect that. Who doesn’t like Pink? Pink is fucking awesome, and weird. Weird equals unique. Unique equals diversity. Diversity equals cool. Hence, Pink = True. People who are Pink light up your bedroom and your fuel. You could be my flamingo. Oh, can I?! I would love to be your flamingo! This is gonna be so much fun! Ah yes, pink. It’s kink. Pink is, by far, my favourite crayon to colour the edges of life with. I mean, think about it. Pink – It’s like red, but not quite.


Director of MV: Doug Nichol

 

 

Live – Son Lux, “You Don’t Know Me” @Texas, 2015

 

You drink your wine from my heart, but you don’t know me at all. If you’re fed up with modern romanticism or, on the other side of the spectrum, the exploitation of holy names, this hidden YouTube record might be something for you. It’s a small part of Son Lux’s ample repertoire of kickass live performances. A hidden gem in today’s music mass production – some call it the Age of the Artist -, these three guys (yes, an American band) show us that Genius conquers all. Risk takers, experimental beats, whatever you want to call it: you can’t deny genius when it hits you in the ear. Three things that caught my attention: (a) music unites all – whatever race you happen to be, (b) that drummer is insane (!), and (c) somehow I feel today’s social media hypocrisy could perhaps be interpreted in between. As if they intentionally wanted you to open your eyes and ears, to add meaning according to your needs … You write my name on your walls (“1 month together with this cutie!” – “3 months! xoxoxo”), but you don’t own me (when reality hits you in the face and your Facebook relationship status is back up again). Of course, it could also refer to the misusage of holy names in favour of any political cause whatsoever. Whatever it may refer to, there’s magic in there. Notice that, and even Tito’s handmade vodka, screaming somewhat helplessly for some attention from the corner of the room, can’t distract you from the energy fueled up in here. A mashup of several different voices, carefully constructed by one very talented team, each one its own instrument, yet beautifully crafted into a single theme.

Director of MV: Brent Walker @ Off The Avenue

Michelle Gurevich – Vacation from Love

 

I’m at a wedding, once again. A woman I’ve never seen before approaches me. She’s wearing a fashionable dress, with red painted toe nails in high Armani heels. ‘No boyfriend?’, she curiously asks. As if it matters. Yet another soul who doesn’t understand independency. But I know why she has one. I can understand. ‘I’m on vacation‘, I say, proudly. Her left eyebrow slightly twitches. Her face asks for the benefits of this not so ordinary vacation. Well, if you must know… I’m doing whatever I want. No noise, no whining, no messages from hell. No one’s asking for dinner, no one’s getting upset. Funny how, when they’re about, you feel alone; and when you’re alone, you feel alive. I’m reminded again of who I was when we met. Yup, vacations from love. You should try it some time, I kindly reply. It’s a lot better than hitchhiking in the middle of nowhere, I’ll tell you that. No seriously, you should try it. You can even work out a ‘6-months ON, 6-months OFF’-plan. When loneliness sets in, do it all again. Trust me, it’s the best vacation you’ll ever have. And you don’t even have to leave the country. I’m telling you, it’s gonna broaden your horizon in ways you never held possible. Those thoughts that just don’t come when you’re next to someone. ‘So when are you coming back?’, she asks. I shrug my shoulders, turn my gaze towards the buffet. Dunno. I’m on vacation.

 

Director of MV: Michelle Gurevich

 

 

Rihanna – Rehab

 

Guilty pleasures: everyone has ’em. Meet mine. Oh yes, it’s the R-word indeed. Behold my first encounter with Rihanna. Now, apart from the probably very professional use of colour and panorama play in this video, well, that, and the appearance of a famous handsome guy, whom I later figured out to be J. Timberlake himself, I really like this song for one very specific personal reason. And no, it’s not the association between the word ‘rehab’ and my own personal lifestyle. It is a line in the lyrics. Wanna guess which one? Behold the best line in romantic music lyrics’ history ever: “You’re the reason why I’m thinking ‘I don’t wanna smoke on these cigarettes no more‘”. Now, it’s so perfect because it relates to my personal life in, like, quite a lot of ways. For example, I’m both addicted to nicotine as well as men. And I guess that, when you finally do meet the perfect guy, he’s probably a good replacement for cigarettes. I still gotta meet mine, though. But I’ll find him someday. I know I will. And then, my life will be perfect. Though, … this video is also perfect for me because I really like the bikini. I’ll have to go look for that, too. And then my life will be perfect. Oh, and the earrings. The earrings too.

 

Director of MV: Anthony Mandler

 

 

Paolo Nutini – Candy

 

Darling, I’ll bathe your skin. No?? I’ll even wash your clothes. No?? Would you? That’d be awesome! Just give me some candy – candy? – before I go. Oh. Oh. You mean that kind of candy. Of course you would want something in return. After all, you are A guy. … I’ll kiss your eyes. Hm. Tell me, how is that a benefit? Seriously. Just give me some candy, after my hug. I’m sorry, I think we got off on the wrong foot. Around here, hugs are for free. No candy involved whatsoever. I know you got plenty to offer, baby. Well good. I mean, look at me. I’m awesome. But I guess I’ve taken quite enough. You have taken quite enough? Ehm, excuse me, I don’t want to hurt your feelings or anything, but I am here, too, you know. I’m the one who has to put up with all this whining about candy all the time. Yeah. I know, it’s difficult. When you realize there’s another person too, than just you, but … it’s true. You sir, are not alone in this world. Well, though, of course, now you are. Being candiless anyhow. All the cheap and the sugary philosophies have got me on the fence just waiting and waiting. Yeah. So sorry for your loss. You’ll have to face facts here dude. Sorry, but … No candy for you.

Director of MV: Nez