i need a moment.
okay.
#19 - Class of 2013
8.467
High scores: 11 (
@Trinu 3.0), 10 (me,
@DinahLee,
@Serg.,
@finito)
Low scores: 6 (
@Cutlery)
fatyoshi's score: 10
Leaderboard trajectory:
5 voters - #38
10 voters - #36
(+2)
Final placement - #19
(+17)
At number we lose both another 11 and our final Retired from Sad, New Career in Business track. That means it's time to say bye to Class of 2013.
What kind of little song that could with this one's leaderboard movement. This started out at a dismal #38 but jumped a whopping 19 spots total as the following ballots came in. We love a comeback story. I'm glad this happened because a placement that low for this one would've really been a problem. I might have have needed to pop off in that scenario. We've all been spared of that mess, thankfully. At least for now.
I don't have a ton to say about this one in terms of personal analysis or projections, sorry. It kinda speaks for itself. Existence is terrifying and fills me with constant dread sometimes. I'm glad to not be alone in this experience.
I am pleased to see it take the top spot for the Retired from Sad, New Career in Business tracks, however. I wasn't as sure about the final placement for Lush tracks but I can fully get behind this one. Class of 2013 is far and away my favorite track on the album and none of the rest really came close. I'm especially fond of the live renditions with the fuzzy guitar.
@Trinu 3.0 sent some wonderful commentary to go with the top marks. I'll leave us with that for this elimination. I'll be back with a stats post for Retired a little later.
"
Mom, is it alright
If I stay for a year or two?
Those two lines describe surprisingly well the point I currently am in my life.
In the summer of 2018 I took the decision to leave the UK for good after four years living there. My life over there was… bumpy, to call it something.
I had always prided myself in saying that I didn’t just have one best friend: I had two. One I knew since childhood and with whom I spent all my afternoons and evenings when I was back at the island and to whom I would tell all the stuff I’d do at uni and abroad (as he didn’t like travelling). The other I met at uni and we shared a passion for languages, books, travelling and blasting our music louder than the other one until the neighbors complained. But right after I arrived in the UK, one left for Japan and all but disappeared; the other one died.
What came after was a whirlwind of emotions and mental turmoil that I could only shut down drowning it, so I became what you would call a high-functioning alcoholic. Every day, right after work, I’d go to the same pub, order my six or seven pints, go home, have a pizza to sober up and do it all over again the next day. After three years of this, I realised that the only place where I felt like I didn’t need any of that, the only place where I felt like my mind was at ease was right here: at home.
And I still remember how happy my mom was when I told her I was coming back. I still remember how excited she was when I told her I was going back to school (to work in the same hospital she just retired from last year ññ) and how she took planes and queued for paperwork I needed while I was packing my stuff in Birmingham. And something clicked in me then. Something clicked and I realised how much my mom has done for me and my siblings. How much she’s given up for us. I realised how much I love her, how much I need her and how much I've missed her.
So this short song where Mitski is repeating over and over again
Mom, help me; not only speaks volumes to me, but it resonates in my mind in a way that not many songs get to do because of how coincidentally identical my circumstances are to it. Mitski allows herself to be vulnerable because she knows she’s safe with her mother. She allows herself to take a moment (or two years) to think about what she wants to make out of this life where we are supposed to never stop producing and working and buying and selling and going up, up and up and get and a husband or a wife and a house and bring children and careful with that global financial crisis that pandemic (she knew in 2013!), don't even think of stopping, ummm.
She allows herself to breathe because she knows her mother will be there.
Mom, am I still young?
Can I dream for a few months more?
I’m sure her mom said yes. Mine did.
I also love a cheesy piano ballad."