>drunkenly singing Two Headed Boy with my high school friends one of the last days we all saw each other
Listening to this in high school and hearing the line "And mom would drink until she was no longer speaking/And dad would think of all the different ways to die" as they argued in the other room.
I would get to high school an hour early every day because that's the only time my parents could drive me.
Sitting in an empty hallway on a cool summer morning drinking an iced coffee and listening to this album. Nothing beat it. I'll always remember that.
Singing the opening of "King of Carrot Flowers part 2" (well more like bleating out the lyrics like a scared lamb), and my very religious mother always asking what I was singing. She really liked the "I love you Jesus Curist" bit. I never did tell her. I listened to it around the time I was leaving for college, and I guess I thought she'd remember raising me a bit more fondly if she saw me leaving singing about Jesus...just like she always wanted me to. I'm sorry...
>Cool summer mist as you walk to the school
>Puffy gray clouds that promise to stay only for the morning
>The building is empty and the hum of the lights makes a comfortable silence
>The floor was freshly cleaned and cool, smells faintly of lemons and chemicals
>Feeling the air on your legs and arms after a long winter
>Sipping coffee alone
>When you were young your were the king of carrot flowers
I wish I was that anon.
Yeah, I left on relatively good terms with her.
It was just as I left I realized how estranged we had become, especially through my high-school years. I thought it was just one of those phases, but the space between us never closed, and I think it won't
I found this album in 7th grade. It was a rough year. Flunked a majority of my classes, parents were getting divorced, and tried to commit suicide.
After my hospitalization, I was still depressed as shit. The meds did nothing to help it. I was thinking about trying to kill myself one more time and at my darkest point, I found this album. It was like therapy to me. I've listened to it well over 100 times. Drove my friends CRAZY with it. Sang along a knew all the words. It really put me in a completely different place then where I was.
It has been almost 10 years since and admittedly, I can't listen to it much anymore; if I do, I start getting choked up and cry before the half way point. I know this album is treated like a meme and has been dismissed because of it, but in my opinion, this album is beautiful and everyone should hear it just once.
As corny/edgelord as this might sound, if I hadn't found this album, I'm not entirely sure if I would be here right now.
>Starting to feel lonely after becoming distanced from most of my friends
>Recently fell head over heels in love with somebody who didn't reciprocate my feelings
>Get into the shower, feel the warm water rushing over me
>Throw on this album from my phone outside of the shower
>King of Carrot Flowers Pt.1 comes on
>I'd listened to the album a lot before this but suddenly all the lyrics took a different meaning, it was like something just clicked
>Singing along but start getting a little weepy after the second stanza
>By the end of the third stanza I'm sobbing
>Pt.2 comes on
>Sobbing and shouting "I LOOOOVE YOUUU JEEESUUUS CHRIIIIIIIIIST"
>Get out of the shower after finishing the album, the whole thing was an emotional rollercoaster
Oh gosh there's just so many.
I have so many great memories of listening to albums in high school sitting alone doing homework, on the bus looking out the window and not talking to anyone, jerking off in my room and then listening to music.
Oh and there was this really special time where I listened pic related on the bus going to a band field trip really loud to drown out the noise of everyone else talking and laughing!
This meme exists on this board too?
>getting overly emotional on 4chan because faux elitist teenagers who can't actually play music have deeply entrenched memelove for a whining hipster who can't sing or play anything more impressive than standard chords
Summer evening, everyone drunk, outside near a lake
"and in the dark we will take off our clothes"
Everyone went swimming completely naked, best night of my life. Almost three years ago now
>music is a competition with objective criteria and standards and not an art form meant to evoke emotions in people
Probably the time I was on a flight going to the last holiday destination I'd ever visit with him, and he noticed, pointed out and had a discussion with me about the fact that I knew who Neutral Milk Hotel were.
He died of leukemia a couple years later. Love you dad.
Listening to it while I still lived in my parents' house.. My mum, who can't sing for shit, is like WHAT are you listening to? I sing better than this in the shower.
This is how I came to associate Jeff Mangum with my mum
One of the first times I ever got high was at a party. My best friend of 10 years and I sat on this comfy cough, blasted this album, and badly belted out the entire thing. At the end we were kind of shocked it happened but it was cool.
Beyond all the memes and obscure lyrical references and this board being so closely identified with this album across the Internet, the music on this album has some staying power like few do, and it's really rare that I think about individual albums that way.
Just reading through this thread, there's a thousand different circumstances in which these themes of longing and loss and existential dread and all out fun can lend spiritual catharsis and relief from emotional distress, however ephemeral.
The fact that we can even have a substantial thread of memories we have with this particular album is just testament to its magic. Sometimes I need to be reminded that music can make me feel that way and after so long, I can always return to In the Aeroplane Over the Sea and feel fulfilled, albeit sad that so much time can pass in between listens that these memories tend to fade as friends and family come and go. Reflecting on time and its passing when I consider how long I've been listening to this album and how much I've changed as a person is almost too sad to bear, but I'm glad I can still feel this strongly about anything at all.
Love you, /mu/. Thanks.
god fucking dammit man
This thread is too much for me. Christ.
I remember having no friends (i still don't) but this one brit on my class liked folk so i showed ITAOTS with him, and the next day he just had a shit ton of stuff to say about the album, we discussed for hours on end about what everything meant and why we thought it was so good
Never saw him again
that's note an "edgelord" thing at all and you shouldnt meme on yourself like that. theres plenty of films, books, movies, etc. that have gotten many people through horrible times and to acknowledge that and give respect to it isn't "edgy" at all. when will this shitty meme die?
Playing the title song (badly) with one of my friend in our shitty little band in a backyard in front of 10 people, about 3 summers ago. Last real innocent time in my life before the Real World hit me like a ton of brick
This thread is intense, holy fuck.
Also no friends here. Hope things look up for both of us soon. What's your last, man?
>be this summer
>go to festival with my estranged brother that Sufjan is playing the second day of
>find a campsite in this persons yard on Criagslist, not even more then quarter mile from the festival grounds that is in a small valleyright nest to the house
>first night we have a major thunder storm with massive winds
>be sleeping in a tent but the rain floods us and the wind is making the tent unstable
>sleep in car
>Wake up as the sun is rising to the mess of the campsite, everything is soaked
>in the quite of the morning you can hear them doing sound checks on the main stages
>you can hear Sufjan and band practice Shoulda Known Better, To Be Alone With You and Chicago echoing up from the valley
It reminds me of getting excited to start college. New start, possibly make friends, be more social - all that kinda stuff.
Too bad I made no friends, fucked up a lot of my papers, and am worse off than ever now.
It was a great time regardless, and the feeling i felt when it "clicked" will always be one of my fondest memories.
honestly? Probbably never, unfortunately.
>work hard to get somewhere in life
>move to Brooklyn
>all my friends have moved other places
>it actually sucks here
>listen to red house painters
>remember living in italy and driving around the city with my italian friends going to shows
>the harder I work the shittier my life gets
Holy fuck this thread
Haven't seen anything like this on /mu/ in ages, just shows the emotional power of that album really
here's my last.fm
i'm uninteresting outside of music, and most people don't really care about music
i don't like people and i don't like being alone, so it leaves me in this weird paradox of nothingness
it's hard to explain really
>living in Paris with a good friend
>we start the morning listening to boards of canada and sun kil moon
>remember listening to tonight in Bilbou as the plane landed at the airport early in the morning before the sun comes up
>walking through the airport as the sun finally rises
Huh, I have some friends and I feel the same way actually. I'm the same way about music, you gotta find those who are interested in music like us. Being uninterested outside of music sounds like you're maybe insecure, try being real with people and try building a relationship with someone, grill or not.
Life as a wage slave made me contemplate the futility of my existence on a daily basis. One of the hardest times of my life.
One time during the summer I sneaked out to listen to this album behind the shed. It was like 3 AM, and my mom came out just after I finished the album, as I was laying in shock, my mother yelled at me "WHAT ARE YOU DOING"
I quickly muttered out of my breath, "I...I just don't know...."
My mother never really liked being around me
It's crushing me. I need to stop reading but I can't.
Holy fuck, dude. What was your home life like?
the night after our last high school football game as seniors, we were all sitting around talking, feeling sentimental and sad about the fact that we would never play competitively again (only one of us was playinig in college), and then someone put on Brothersport. i just remember the general mood in the room completely turned around while this was playing. it was my first experience with my now-favorite band.
As a musician, how can you even make an album that just attaches itself to so many people's lives? Everybody knows music is powerful, and it can do a lot of things, but how can you, as the artist, make those things happen like this. The fact that this album has done so many of the things in this thread, like possibly saving an anon's life, lifting another anon's spirits, and bringing a bunch of strangers on the internet a little closer together is amazing. How can an album have this sort of power?
>back in high school
>Was rarely happy
when I'd come home, and be alone in my bedroom i'd listen to it. It was one thing that always made me happy. Like happy to the point where you're eyes feel tingly like you might cry. Then at the ending of two headed boy pt 2, when he puts his guitar down, my eyes would water. It's why I will still staunchly defend this album when people talk garbage about it.
>dropping older brother off at College with family
>listen to ITAOTS at the hotel afterwards
>mfw Two Headed Boy pt.2
My honest opinion is that the album is sad and emotional, not in a musical sense but in the themes. However it's disguised really well through the lyrics and music so as not to give this away. People can relate their own lives to this album so well because of it, without feeling "angsty" or "self-pitying".
I don't have enough fedoras in my reaction image folder to properly mock you so here's my favorite
>>61941611 here. I have no clue how to answer. I don't know much about how the recording process went with this album, but I can personally say that Mangum's voice is like a kaleidoscope of emotion through out this album. Joyous at times then he sings full of pain and agony in other place.
I guess what I'm saying is: when you devote yourself entirely (personally, emotionally, spiritually, hell even physically) to a piece of art, people will sense this and acknowledge you putting your heart on your sleeve and it will resound with them and many others.
I hope this made any sense at all.
Sitting in my room alone in the dark listening to Two Headed Boy Pt. 2 after I had received word of my father's death. He was always a fan of folk music and this was an album we both loved. Every day I would visit him in the hospital and we'd listen to other favorites of ours like Pink Moon or Songs of Love and Hate. The day he died I had to stay in late for work, it was the only day I'd missed since his hospitalization. We never got around to listening to In the Aeroplane Over the Sea.
There's a lot to choose from. Am I allowed to pick the actual Neutral Milk Hotel concert I went to?
>me and a good friend
>got to stand at the very front
>everyone singing along at the tops of our lungs
>the whole crowd swaying like one harmonious wave
It was such an amazing feeling of community and joy.
Riding the bus home and listening to this album. People all around me talking to each other and made me realise how lonely I was, I practically cut all social related ties. I just sat there and accepted it all, but realised the power if music and how much it moved me.
Fuck I'm lonely. Is it a bad thing? I just feel odd, out of place, like it doesn't fit in society. Where ever I walk I feel like I'm sticking out like a sore thumb.
Quick question, I heard like files can degrade, like an mp3. Can they degrade to a point noticeable or am I going full retard
I don't have any one memory that sticks out above the rest. I got into this album just over a year ago and for about two or three months I would listen to the album several times a week. Listening to In The Aeroplane Over The Sea is always a cathartic religious experience that suspends my sense of reality for approximately 40 minutes.
This thread made me realize I haven't listened to this in at least a year. Better get on it.
You talk about 'impressive', but I'll bet you listen to watered down pop like everyone here does. There's nothing wrong with that, but stop fapping over Lorde and Death Grips while talking about being "impressive". Its fucking subjective and thats all there is to it.
my friend and i singing in the aeroplane over the sea over skype late at night. i was tired and lying on my side kind of falling asleep. they played it on the ukulele, reading the chords off of a website as i tried to follow along from memory. i have the recording on my phone of us singing it together and i listen to it whenever i need a pick me up. it starts a little late in the song but its nice listening to me groggily trying to keep up with them
i went on a vacation to costa rica in 2013, and this was the only album i had on my phone at the time. since i had no 3g when we were on the road, this album was all i had to listen to, so i listened to it countless times to give me something other than the scenery outside the bus to focus on. now every time i hear this album i get weirdly nostalgic
>all of these depressed white people who associate NMH with having one girlfriend one time
First listened to this album last year, one week before the loss of a great friend. Listened to it during the whole grieving period.
I still can't listen to it and not cry during Oh Comely. Those lyrics kill me ;-;
>hurr durr emotions are for faggots
>be me about 7 years old
>teachers always say being alone will never make me happy
>but I prefer to be alone than to be with people
>develop a false social behavior, one that i could fit in with people
while I was growing up few changes made me incredibly more social, but more dependant on social features, at the point where I really lost myself, had no personality, and the pressure made me become a social outcast, all hit when I was 14 at highschool, each time I became more and more anxious that I had either a personality nor friends to talk to.
>fast forward a few years
>top of my depression
>mainly browse /mu/ all day
>close all social network relationships
>literally no one to talk to
It's funny, ive been on this board about 6 or 7 months, then one day I came across this album, interesting because i didn't thought it was a meme at first, and I decided to give it a try, didn't quite liked it when I listened to it, was ok, but then something happened.
>be me, 31 december 2015
>decide to go for a walk in a forest nearby
>first time i go out in 3 months
>play ITAOS while im on the walk
>walk for about 40 minutes
>think about why i feel this urge to be alone
>i hate myself
>take headphones off, start crying
>realize im not emotionally prepared to deal with the world
>why to live?
>too much emotions
>the album goes on loop
>already had ended
>grabbed a rope and started preparing to hang myself
>plays In The Aeroplane over the Sea
>decide to listen to it as my last song
>Can't believe how strange it is to be anything at all.
>sat on a rock nearby
>gave it 50 minutes of thought
>realize I love being with myself
>go to a plain
>start running because for the first time in years im happy.
>sleep in the plain
>wake up, it's 5:30
>i was ready to leave all behind me and start over again
>start 2016 like a new year
Thanks /mu/ for changing my life.
>tfw no meaningful and deep memories from high school
>tfw the only really sad one that stands out is me crying with a plastic bag over my head at 2am during my freshman year
>all because my friends that drifted away from me during middle school were popular or some dumb shit like that
Hearing this record for the first time my senior year of high school. I found it at that weird point where for a brief time I could actually remember all of the really good times I had during my four years in the little shit hole town I went to school in. I finally decided to listen to it while sitting in the back of a class I was only taking to fill up my schedule. The first thing that hooked me was Mangum's signature voice. Then, with each consecutive listen learning more and more about this stunning work of art. Each lyric conjures very distinct memories of my past. It filters those emotions through a little girl and her diary. It makes me feel very small and yet so very significant at the same time. I really do love this album.
I'm not going to post my entire sob story here, but in 9th grade things were finally going well for me. Then everything slowly fell apart as I was introduced to drugs. I didn't do them a lot, it was just knowing that my friends were always high, and they were never themselves, I would never get to talk to THEM. I felt very alienated. Didn't help that my biological parents who abandoned me were trying to get back into my life (i was raised by my grandparents). I listened to it at least once a week. It helped me make sense of everything. It all felt so alien, and it still does. It'll always be my favorite album. Fuck the memes. I love you all, anons. You're all alright.
>sitting in the back seat of my parents' car
>driving into nearby city to go to dinner
>listening to ITATOS
>climax of THB pt 2 comes as highway arches up and the whole city lights up before my eyes
>sight alone literally makes me smile
>pull off the highway as song winds down
>"dont hate her when she gets up to leave"
>listen to silence for 10 seconds
>pull down street, look at the side of a small warehouse/building
>goddamn anne frank's face painted as a mural on the side
>feel so good and whole and accepted and happy that i just start laughing
Got into the album in high school, in my first year. It was a particularly tough time for me, I was attending an advanced curriculum magnet program, and I knew no one at the school. This album and The Glow Pt 2 became two of the three things that held me together. The other was Her. She was the only one in my classes that actually understood me, and she felt the same about me (she even liked AnCo, her brother is a friend of them, they have artwork that they've done). She then separated herself from the world, and there wasn't much I could do. Still think about her every day.
Saw them live 2 years ago at first ave in minneapolis. went there with my closest friend ive ever had and kissed her while they played two headed boy pt 2. but honestly ive never felt anything as magical or tearbringing than when i saw jeff and julian come on stage and realized, it was finally happening. i was seeing them in person.
I think that's my favorite line in all of Jeff's songs, "how strange it is to be anything at all..."
the only respected people in society are the lowest common denominator of a person, someone with nothing to be ashamed of, with no real portion of themself invested in anything. You can't be anything that the world won't try to laugh at and pick apart. The only true freedom is realizing you don't have to define yourself by other people.
>about to leave country for two years, where I'll be involved in a form of service, the nature of which restrained me from communicating with family or listening to music frequently (among many other things)
>40 minute drive to the place I was getting dropped off, listening to the album that changed my life one last time
>"don't hate her as she gets up to leave" just as I enter the gates
Thanks, I really am, I don't feel bad for being myself anymore, it's really cool considering the fact that even if im still emotionally unstable im preparing to become a greater person.
>"don't hate her as she gets up to leave"
must've been hard man.
I'm getting really strange emotions from reading this. Sadness because some of these stories are hitting me deep, but also happy that y'all are being civil. I honestly expected nothing but memes when I opened the thread.
Anyways, mine isn't interesting at all but I was singing along to this album in the car and I hit the high note on Oh Comely perfectly each time. Pretty proud of that one desu
>summer after first year of college
>visiting a girl who had moved out of state at her parents new place
>her parents are out of town
>been close friends with her all through highschool
>always just friends with her, we both had dated other people but had been strictly platonic with each other
>her parents new house was on a lake
>snuck some beers and whiskey from parents liqour cabinet (neither of us 21 yet) and we went out on the lake in a little paddle boat
>drinking under the moonlight talking, drinking, catching up on old times.
>no one else is around. Everything is so peaceful.
>bring the boat back in and go chill in the back porch.
>it's an enclosed porch with a couch.
> we both want to keep drinking and decide to listen to music. She puts on Aeroplane, an album I had shown her like a year before
>both of us completely obsessed with aeroplane
>both sitting on the couch getting drunk
>no lights on, just the moon light shinning into the porch area
>Two headed boy comes on
>both of us getting really cozy, never gotten this cozy with her before
>suddenly she gives me that look and we start making out.
>crazy passionate makeout session
>kissing each other, biting each other, grouping each other while in the background i hear
>And dance round the room to accordion keys
>With the needle that sings in your heart
>my hand going up her shirt
>her hand going down my pants
>in the background i hear
>We will take off our clothes
>And they'll be placing fingers through the >notches in your spine
>we go at it and it gets hot and heavy
>tfw she doesn't want to fuck but does want to suck me off
>tfw coming in her mouth while listening to aeroplane
>tfw we hooked up off and on for a while after that but getting sexual ultimately ruined our friendship and we ended up hating each other and haven't spoken in years now.
this really pretty girl moved into the house next to mine this one summer, I think it was just after grade 10. came across ITAOTS a few months prior. one night I hear Oh Comely come on.. and it's not coming from my speakers... I get up and move closer to the sound. I'm up against my widow and hear it's coming from her room next door. it made me so happy to hear just one other person from my small suburban neighborhood listening to my favourite album of the time. I start to day dream about talking to her and walking through fields and having our first kiss. I dream of how nice it would be to just lay in bed and listen to music for hours. From that night on I would occasionally open my window and play it really loud in hopes of her hearing... And to my surprise one night she puts it on too. We started to communicate in this weird musical language maybe 2 or 3 times a week and it felt like we had this strange bond... like we knew each other truly. Weeks go by and I never really see her in person, only small glimpses of the back of her head or the trails of her dress as she arrives home, and I'm too young and nervous to ever go over to meet her, and I think she was the same. Still we played music for eachother and I sat by my window thinking about how wonderful it would be just to make this all real. But that day never came. She went to a different school and I never saw her coming home, I tried to wait around outside sometimes and catch her but our paths never crossed. In my last year of school I met another girl, who I'm actually still with, so I think less an less of her. And now I've moved countries for uni and I reflect on this time every once in while. It was such a strange experience but I love what it did and still does make me feel... this strange element of fiction in my reality. Thanks for all the stories in this thread /mu/, reminds me of why I come here.
This thread is proof that if you can't find some value in ITAOTS, you pretty much hate music.
Glad for you, anon.:)
Guys, you're all being so endearing and genuine. I don't want this thread to die and go back to regular old /mu/.:(
Please, all of you, stay golden. I love all of you.
>waking up at 7am a few days before summer break ended
>cool misty summer morning
>Sitting on the porch listening to Cemetry gates while the sun rises
Good memories man
>second year of uni
>10th of February 2012
>ITAOTS's 14th birthday
>start the album on a loop at precisely midnight on computer and iPod (for if I needed to leave the room or the house) simultaneously
>going for 24 solid hours of ITAOTS
>18 hours in, get a phone call about a house party
>grab iPod and head over
>explain why I have a headphone in my ear, friends all love it too and are on board
>drop a shit load of MDMA with them
>a bunch of us end up in one of the bedrooms listening, singing along, and talking, high as kites
>realise it's passed midnight
>I did it!
>we all head downstairs to rejoin the party, was a great night
Those were the days.
Alright but can we agree that all these levels of irony and memespouting and snide ways of shitting on each other constantly is fucking exhausting? I'm really tired of this being such a dysfunctional community. I was us to be like this all the time.
God damn it why is reality so completely and utterly shit.
I agree completely. This is how all of 4chan is now, and I have no idea why it's happening. It was always like this in a way but it was way less prolific than it is now. It's completely out of control and I fucking hate it.
It's because of internet culture being integrated into pop culture. Remember the good old days when "meme" was a word only used only by internet savvy people instead of a post-ironic buzzword? Nowadays /b/ is practically a less politically correct reddit, and they're slowly seeping into the rest of 4chan.
Why can't it work, bros? Why can't we all just love each other and get along? We all love music and bond in our shared understanding of what it means to suffer. Why do we have to be at each other's throats constantly? What is separating us?
Since everyones telling their stories i guess i will too
>Mom is dying of cancer
>Because of guilt and just generally wanting not to think about her chemo i avoid her and sit on my computer most of the time even though we're in the same house
>Suddenly, day she die's
>my brothers and I see her cold body at the hospital grounds
>try not to cry
>genuinely feel really shitty for not spending more time with her before she started becoming a zombie on chemo
>feel like shit for weeks
>friend who constantly visits /mu/ talks to me about her death
>ask him if he can recommend any sad albums to listen to
>recommends me this
>oh its that meme from /mu/ i guess i'll go check it out
>didn't like it too much the first time i listened to it
>found myself listening to it on loop for the next 4 hours
>actually start listening to the lyrics
>"and your mom would drink until she was no longer speaking"
>mom was a heavy drinker and she gave me my first drink at a young age
>"i will be with you when you lose your breath, chasing the only meaningful memory you thought you had left"
>lots of little things in the lyrics just started reminding me of her
>Never had an album so important and stamped into my memory before
>every time i listen to it again, all i think of is seeing her body and spending the next few days home on my ass at the computer listening to this album
>having friends who know and like NMH
I don't know this feel.
>Remember the good old days when "meme" was a word only used only by internet savvy people instead of a post-ironic buzzword?
I think about them every single day. I want to leave 4chan forever but it's been too long and there's nowhere else to go. There is no escape. The only reason 4chan was ever good was because younger/dumber people were afraid to come here, and the UI and general layout at the time was quite different from a standard forum which confused and scared off tourists. Now that's all gone and they've come in their droves.
It's this damn modern life. All our modern "advancements" all out modern "conveniences" they haven't made us happier, they haven't made us stronger, they haven't brought us closer. We've just gotten more stressed and tired chasing a piece of the pie, we've just gotten weaker and more dependent on medicines and drugs and factory produced food, we can communicate with the whole world now but in many ways we've become more lonely and isolated.
>tfw you'll never live in a chill jungle tribe with a bone in your nose hunting and gathering in what amounts to "part time hours" of work that is actually satisfying
>tfw you'll never just live off the land and be one with nature and are instead trapped in this insane rat race we call "progress"
Some faggot in my high school music electronic "composition" class playing "Fool" for a presentation on song structure. He calls on me to guess the form knowing full well we used to be decent friends and that I probably still browse this shitty site. God dammit, I wish I could have developed a better friendship with you man.
And one day we will die
And our ashes will fly from the aeroplane over the sea
But for now we are young
Let us lay in the sun
And count every beautiful thing we can see
Helped me have the guts to quit my old job, i'm very grateful.
I think about this all the time, and there are really no lasting measures we could take as a board that would permanently isolate us from the changes that the whole internet is going through, which will only get worse as time goes on.
This is the only solution I can think of: I'm starting with the man in the mirror
as of this moment I promise all of you that I will never again on this board act like a typical 4chan drone in order to blend into the crowd. From now on, when I say something, it's because that's what I mean and not because it's something I think a /mu/ user should say.
I feel ya man, if you haven't talked to a doctor you need to do it immediately. Sadness is an emotion that isn't necessarily bad, but depression is a disease that eats you away if you don't fight it.
Alcohol never helps me as much as I like do get drunk. I'm actually trying to quit drinking.
I've been battling it for years now and I'm of the opinion that it never truly goes away.
Well I finally got a job. Christmas casual as a wage bitch, and I'm pretty sure I'm going to be let go as soon as my contract ends. I was hoping for full time but someone else got it :'(
I honestly wouldn't be able to do this. Irony is like a second language, I feel like I'm fluent in it and I even "think" in irony at this point. I don't think it's necessarily a bad thing though, deep down there is an awareness of it's effectiveness in coping. I'm probably just a pathetic bastard though.
Hold on a second now, what you just said where it be true or not, was in a condescending tone that makes you look bigger and other smaller.
Why don't you prove yourself? Say something vulnerable man!
But think of the world we could have here if we were able to overcome that. Music is supposed to bring people together and break down social barriers, why can't we be that way here?
The thing is, 4chan is built off of moments like these. This kind of thread is thing moot created this site for. He allowed it to develop an environment that would not peter out for a long time. "diamond in the ruff" logic and shit. And unironic false sincerity is worse than ironic false sincerity (if that makes sense). I truly believe irony is necessary for this site to maintain itself for any longer period of time. The fact that these threads do exist is why you come back though, and they will always appear but you just have to wait and watch. I would also recommend checking out other boards (I'm honestly pretty new to /mu/, I've only been browsing here for about 8 or 9 months)
That is impossible. Also "once in a while" is the key, those "once"s in a while are pretty fucking special to me and i would hope to most people that keep coming back to this place. Honestly I would become very confused and disoriented if they started happening "too often".
Syncing the album up with my Borderlands buddies and singing along for the whole album while playing over skype
Also power leveling in Persona 3 back in summer in high school, listening to Marquee Moon, The Devil and God, Lonesome Crowded West, and ITAOTS over and over again.
Simpler and happier times
The only albums that I connect with specific times of my life (altough not specific memories) is Merriweather Post Pavilion while I was in my first year of studying abroad. I was a full time uni student in Denmark in a really quiet city; it was all really calming, but also a bit lonely.
And Albarn's Everyday Robots because it came out while I was on erasmus in Paris. Riding the metro to Houilles during the sunset every day. Busy as fuck, but even lonelier than Denmark, and the album only reinforced that.
I'm sorry, I'm well established and have a pretty good life.
Getting off work at 6 am after and 8 hour overnight shift and belting out Oh Comely alone on the highway as I watched the sun come up.
One of the most relaxing, mellowed out moments of my life.
With On Avery Island it's probably dropping acid and living in a dream during Song Against Sex.
>pretty much suck at playing guitar
>really like aeroplane
>playing aeroplane is not that hard
>can even sing along
>wish I could sing this to my gf
>too embarrased to
>she left me
>but don't hate her when she gets up to leave
I don't really have any memories with this album, but reading this thread and listening to ITAOTS is absolutely beautiful and is bringing me to tears. It's amazing how one album can bring so many people together. So many amazing memories and terrible ones. Love you guys
I first bought this album when I was on a trip to southern california. I wanted to go to ameoba but it was too far away from where I was.
I went into this little record store and picked up a Radiohead sticker for my car and this album.
When I flew back to Michigan I thought it was funny because for a short moment I was in an. Areoplane over the sea with in the areoplane over the sea.
Fuck... Truly sorry you had to go through that. My mom battled breast cancer a few years back and it's terrifying to think it could resurface in her. I honestly think I'd be less well equipped emotionally now then when I was 15. I guess no one can be ready for that shit. Just know that you can't blame yourself for not wanting to be near her, it's an impossible situation for any kid
crying drunk singing two headed boy a while after I found out a close friend had an eating disorder
it was a bad month
we dated and then she dumped me so she could keep starving herself and then got sent to treatment and i became an alcoholic so now I'm basically her babysitter when she's not there
it could be worse
Wow this thread is still up. I literally fell asleep crying last night after reading through the thread and reflecting in my own past experiences. I'm going to probably listen to this tonight and cry some more, but hopefully figure something out. Hopefully it will be a happy cru y'know, where at the end you give a lil smirk and realise that you are alright.
Driving with a friend and singing along to it like total faggots.
It also helped through some bad times but these aren't really good memories.
Stumbling upon King of Carrot Flowers Part 2 my freshman year of high school. I've heard the title track off of ITAOTS before, but back then I only listened to individual songs really, I never bothered to look into a band, or album. That shit blew me the fuck away though like no other song has up until that point
>all you guys
Lurk moar before you post, reddit
It's gotta be weird to be jeff mangum, writing this little lo-fi album, having it mean whatever it means to him, who knows if he even likes it as much as we do. Often i find it harder to like things I make myself and it's easier to like things made by other people. And then for him to see ITAOS take on a life of it's own and journey all around the word on its own and how it is able to find it's way into all these intimate moments in peoples lives. How does it feel knowing an album you wrote has been able to help people heal and help people get through some of the hardest times in their life, maybe even saving some people's lives who were on the brink of suicide? How does it feel knowing that people get high off of the album you wrote? It's not all sadness, For me this album has helped me when I'm depressed but it has also been the one that I blast in the happy times when I want to amplify the good feelings and just get lost in it all while it plays and i sing along to every word. It's gotta be such a crazy feeling to make something magical like ITAOS and know that your creation has meant so much to all these random people all over the world.
Last year i was obsessed with the last song on this record. I went to a friend's dorm room and we had a nice time, drank some beers, smoke some weed... We were very fucked up. Then we went to the roof and i played this on some portable speakers one of my friends had, then I (allegedly, don't really remember) started jumping on the roof, which bothered some people. Then i went home, still very drunk/high, and after some really trippy walk, i passed on my bed.
When i woke up, i had this message from my friend telling me that i was no longer able to return his dorm room or any of the rooms near by his. Then i guess i was very sad so i played Two Headed Boy Pt. 2, which made me feel miserable in a weird/beautiful way and then i fell asleep again.
My friend was really mad at me but i still go to his room sometimes.
Walked into my college dorm to see that my roommate had left the album streaming on his laptop. I had no idea he was into NMH; he listened to Foo Fighters, QotSA, and the like.
When he returned I asked him if he was a fan of ITAOTS. He had never heard of it before, but somehow stumbled across the album and gave it a shot. He liked it enough to check out On Avery Island, which to this day he prefers to Aeroplane.
Honestly can't say I've had as intense an association with this album, but I truly admire those of you that did have something to share. Genuineness is a lost form of human behavior nowadays. Especially on the internet. Thanks guys.
I remember when I had just started learning guitar and I tried to play In the aeroplane over the sea. My parents started fighting at dinner so I left and cried in my room and tried to play guitar to make myself feel better. They came in after a while and told me to play a song for them and that they were sorry and I tried to play Aeroplane while crying and not being able to properly sing while playing the chords on time. It got them to stop fighting at least.
I also remember how in sixth grade my mom wouldn't let me play with my best friend anymore because we would get in trouble. In senior year of high school he worked at a gas station and he wore a NMH sweater so I started listening to them. I wrote him a letter while listening to Aeroplane and couldn't stop crying. I still miss him so much and I never sent the letter. That song has done so much for me.
Saw Jeff Mangum solo in York, PA with my ex a few years ago. I was going on nearly 24 hours with no sleep and I was high on suboxone so I wound up in and out of a nod part of the time. Just sitting next to her was good enough for me though.
Second time I saw NMH at Merriweather and was high on H but it was wearing off and my nose kept dripping. She had no idea and thought I was just sick. Still Top 3 shows I've been to. We broke up September of 14 and I'll probably never get over it. Listening to this album just reminds me of all that.
Christ, I really feel the same way. Everyone just has SOMETHING that I don't, don't understand what it is. Being social and friendly just comes naturally to people. "Where ever I walk I feel like I'm sticking out like a sore thumb." even though I feel this out in the public, I know that the exact opposite happens. No one even realizes I exist.
Having my first kiss just before listening to this for the first time and obsessing over this incredibly beautiful girl who was too fast for me since I was a late bloomer. I'm glad I don't love her anymore, but it was really the perfect frame of mind for me to get into this album.
I heavily associate ITAOTS with falling in love with my gf. Started dating 3rd year of HS around the same time a mutual friend showed us the album. We always used to scream along to it in the car. Def cried a lot listening to two headed boy part two when we had to face the fact that we were going to colleges thousands of miles away from eachother. Currently in the 3rd year of long distance relationship and doing better than ever. This is the least shit thread I've read on 4chan in a while. You are all good people and I wish you the best
After reading through this thread I feel kinda bad saying my best memory with this thread is listening to it repeatedly while playing runescape.
My cat dying when I was in college, he had lived as long as I.
Listened to ITAOTS and sung along until I slowly started crying, and eventually dropped out and became homeless for months.
Now I live on my own and work, being happy with a gf. But the album is permanently stained by sadness.
i just told a girl ive been talking to for some time that i have depressive tendencies
now she's doing the whole "im here for you anon", "just remember you're worth something to someone", etc.
i really feel like ive gone and fucked it all up. i opened myself up to someone and there's no coming back. our whole relationship from this point forward will be tainted by the fact that im just social retarded and have gone through streaks n' up and downs of depressions, social anxiety, etc.
fuck there's no coming back from this now. why didnt i just play the whole "haha im all good mr happy guy :)"
Now Im listening to it outside and crying while I smoke.
My parents wouldnt let me come back to their house once I decided to drop out and I had no money so I just couch surfed with some friends for a while.
One of them stole my laptop, but I got it back. Another wanted to date me and I slept in her bed with her, during which she said my name in her sleep. Once her mother kicked me out I stayed with my ex and they really helped me get my shit together.
I remember walking two miles to a store that was supposed to take a college money card I had been given before my parents gave up on me, and I had a foot injury so I limped the whole way. Got there and was going to buy rice, but the card got declined. Sat outside and cried being hungry and in pain.
I should write it all out in a lot more detail sometime.
Its cold outside
Playing this album for my mother while we were on a car journey and seeing her face genuinely light up as she listened.
My mother always loved quirky folk stuff like fleet foxes and whatnot so I thought I might go out on a limb and just try playing for her, and where I thought she would just get a slight kick out of it she ended up really loving it and talking to me about the lyrics and instrumentation.
It was at that point that I started to work up the courage to recommend her more music, and get into long conversations with her about it. I actually ended up buying her Ghosts of the Great Highway for Christmas and she plays it all the time.
I guess it was this album that finally made me work up the courage to start putting my interests outwards and really try and use my tastes to try and connect to people. Before then I'd always withheld because people seemed to just think of me as weird when I'd get enthusiastic about music and my relationship with my mother was good but kind of tried since I really struggled to talk to her at all. Same goes for most other people but I know it was worst for her.
The meds help but I guess in a lot of respects, although it can't be said to be the only or primary musical "experience" I've had in my life but it helped in opening me up a bit more.
All alone on a train going to Chicago. Listening to this during the night time kinda helped
"Small Town Moon"
my taste in music has been peaking lately. Actually starting to find things I like to listen to instead of going along with everyone else. This was the album that introduced me to all that, that made me know that thinking for myself is totally worth it. You guys have any other suggestions for music? I love the poetic lyrics. I love poetry and interpreting the lyrics for myself.
one of my best friends and I dropped acid and in the middle of the night, put in earbuds and timed the albums so they started and played at the exact same time. Then we went on a walk through a park, and a playground, tripping balls and getting emotionally wrecked the whole time. 10/10 recommend to any human being
Listening to it as a 15 year old on the bus headed to my first date with a girl ever. Everything about the album in that moment filled me with this wondrous joy and excitement for where my life was headed. I think it was the first time I truly understood the album, because it was the first time I felt romantic attraction for someone on that level, even if it was a bit immature at the time.
We broke up a month later, but it was the feelings in the moment that made me so happy.
Try to listen to it all at once, it has a great story and very meaningful lyrics to me. Helped me get through my isolated final year of high school, with out breaking down too much. I had a cassette of it that I would play on the way to and from school just about everyday.
listening to "communist daughter" on repeat while lurking trough sky ferreira folder with over 2000 pictures
>not the greatest feeling ever
>driving back from Portland at 4AM
>had one of the best nights of my life
>best of all, I did it sober
>but still lonely
>still didn't fuck a girl who literally dragged me to her apartment
>still no friends
But don't hate her, when she gets up...to leave
>tfw listening to tall dwarfs and realizing that jeff mangum was trying to sound like them and at the time was probably in the mindset that he would never make anything as good as their music and then he accidentally made a magical album that tall dwarfs are probably jealous of.
Kinda cool hearing tall dwarfs and realizing jeff mangum is just another music fan getting inspired by other musician's he looks up to.
Tall dwarfs are fucking awesome but they never put it all together into one life changing album the way ITAOTS did
But yeah you can totally hear Tall dwarfs influence on NMH especially in this track:
>listening to ItAOtS with other people
My older sister started listening to them when she was 14/15 (she's 20 now). Some of my favourite memories are sitting quietly on the basement floor listening to her play this album and talking to her (cool & older) friends. This is the only album I grew with, I make a point to share it with everyone I think should hear it.
I listened to this album last year (I did before, but last year was kind of special). Helped me get through all the shit of those days. It wasn't as bad as most of the things you have lived, but I felt that I had to tell something about me and the album.
Thanks, /mu/. Now I remember that 4chan is not only shitposting. Love you all.
And sorry for my english if I wrote something wrong. Long time not using it.
Your English is great man, if you don't mind me asking, what's your native language?
>Helped me get through all the shit of those days.
I'm not sure why, but the way you worded this is hitting me hard. It's not the conventional way of saying it, but it sounds much more poetic
Wow, I remember listening to this a few days before I left home (I was homeless for a little while). It was 4 in the morning and i was washing my room with bleach and throwing everything I couldn't take into the garbage. My lungs were burning and I was dissociating loads from anxiety.
>this was barely 6 months ago
>I'm the best I've ever been in my life
The lines about throwing garbage on the floor and wanting to die resonated with my childhood that was chock-full of moments of intense, paralyzing fear, but now my favorite lines are
And here's where your mother sleeps
And here is the room where your brothers were born
Indentions in the sheets
Where their bodies once moved but don't move anymore