But now, here I am, wondering what comes next. I put a fair bit of thought into this when I was younger, especially around the time I decided to fully leave the Church. I knew I didn't believe in their version of Heaven and Hell, but I was never quite comfortable with the total opposite view either. That we're just bones and blood and electrical impulses that exist until we die, and then we decompose. I've always felt like more than that. Sometimes, I'm certain I'm more than that. But it's a shaky belief - like I'm afraid I'm wrong. I probably spend more time than most people telling myself everything will be okay in the end. I'm extremely good at self-soothing. When things got scary or overwhelming in my life (which was often), I would hide in my closet. Sometimes alone, sometimes with my little sister or my dog. Sometimes for a few minutes (long enough for a good cry), sometimes for a whole night. I still do, even as 31-year-old woman, though not as much. I was going somewhere with this.....oh yeah....so I just keep telling myself there's a plan. It's my plan, and it'll work out. I know that sounds like some "law of attraction" bullshit but it has worked out so far.
That rant was only tangentially related to the song. The lead singer, Corey Taylor, wrote "Through Glass" to express his disillusionment with the music industry. He was angry with how fake everything coming out at the time seemed - and it was the early 2000s, so I understand where he's coming from. A lot of music from around then did seem disingenuous. Needlessly stupid and pointless, in some cases. I think we were trying to pretend we were okay, that things were still the same after 9/11, which was always a lie. I could go on a tirade about 9/11's effect on popular culture but that's better left for another day. The point is that we didn't become obsessed with singing competitions until after it happened. Pop music, in general, got out of control. Everyone expected the music scene to be reflective of the darkness that enveloped the country but it didn't happen. We just kind of numbed ourselves with sugar-y sweetness for a little while.
Consider the following verse:
How much is real? So much to question
An epidemic of the mannequins
Contaminating everything
When thought came from the heart
It never did right from the start
Just listen to the noises
(No more sad voices)
Before you tell yourself
It's just a different scene
Remember it's just different from what you've seen
I'll stop there. Listening to this song is making me depressed listening to it on repeat. Video below.
"Through Glass" Video
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