A Song About.. Nothing?

6 Minutes From The Radio

It was around this time of year last year, I sat down with my guitar tuned down two full steps in C, and started word vomiting this song. 6 Minutes From The Radio was one of those magical experiences where the lyrics and chords where written all together in a few hours. And just like that, I had a new song.

In short, this 6 Minutes is about nothing.

At least I thought so until writing this blog post…

There are phrases that mean something individually. Let’s take a look at the opening verse:

Everybody knows this state of being, it feels like your losing control

I wonder how common it is to have you waiting for hours on the phone

I’m referring to feeling panicky. In the second phrase, I’m asking myself if this particular action is normal. Am I supposed to feel like this? Am I supposed to do this?

I used to get frequent anxiety attacks in my early twenties, and I would often call the Health Info hotline and talk to a nurse about my symptoms, only to realize that nothing was wrong, I was just spiralling. It’s cute when I think of it today although it didn’t feel like that at the time lol.

She said leave it in for fifteen and you’ll be really getting somewhere close

The edge is darker than I imagined

I watched my whole life as a paint stain on the wall

Years ago, a friend told me the story of a person he knew who took salvia (a drug substance that apparently makes you trip balls for 5-15 minutes only) and relived his whole life as a paint stain on the wall. From baby to child, teenager, adult, old man to death, he saw it all unveil before him as he was conscious of being a mere paint stain. I’ve always found this story equal parts hilarious, fascinating and scary.

All my friends are calling me cause I’m 6 minutes from the radio

I thought it was all make believe, but real life is a much better show

I guess this particular verse talks about how life is much more fun when sober and clear minded. Being 6 minutes from the radio makes no sense, but a lot of things make no sense when you’re high as a kite.

Take it away from me

Take it away from me

Give it to me again

Pretty self explanatory, grappling with any type of addiction looks like this.

Real life is a much better show

Elle s’est de suite lancé à l'assaut

I snuck a bit of french in this song. The exact translation is “She then launched into an attack”. This phrase’s use was more for the rhyme of “show” and “assaut” than anything. I refer to ‘she’ at another point in the song and felt like I could get this woman to do something wild like launch an attack since the rest of the story is a little obscure.

All year, I’ve told myself this song was about nothing. But I’m not so sure anymore 🙂 Sometimes stories get clearer with a bit of distance.

Anyways, if you haven’t heard it yet check out the song here.

Also, my band Two Bad Bricks’ debut album officially dropped on Bandcamp yesterday!

Cheers,

Kim

(Feel free to write in if you have any questions or want me to write about a particular subject, I’ll be happy to)