Quizboy

Time again for a monthly Un-greatest hit. It’s been an interesting exercise comparing horoscopes to these songs month-to-month. Even more “eerie” to reflect on how my headspace seemingly aligns each month in relation to these random songs that were grouped together and packaged for release last December.

“Shoot the Messenger” is a song from the album “Bella.” I originally wanted to pick “Invalid” from the same album because that song is a personal favorite of mine, but ultimately went with this one. I don’t entirely remember why. And as fate would have it, the switch seems to fit. The song is about feeling unappreciated. The lyric “when all else fails, just shoot the messenger” expresses how I’ve felt like an emotional punching bag at times.

This month tends to be a cautionary rebound phase for me. I typically start out the year a bit manic from the holidays, but then regroup mentally around Spring. I routinely suffer a familiar anxiety in March because I’ve experienced what I have called a “birthday curse” in the past. There has historically been some awful shit that has happened around the time. Just some remarkable bad luck and misfortune. Last couple years have been ok though, and I’ve been proclaiming the curse is broken. This year, as of right now, I’m most fixated on finishing the mobile app for the station. Feeling positive about that. As far as writing, I’ve been feeling good about that too. I’ve been taking it slow with some new ideas. The sound of the work has been angry, but cathartic. It’s a weird thing to explain sometimes. Can you blame me? It’s kinda all fucked up out there right now.

HOROSCOPE

To tried to mix it up this month. I Googled Aries monthly horoscope and picked two different sites from the norm to sample for the horoscope part…

Vogue India

VICE

“Shoot the Messenger” – Lyrics

The world is cold and I am faceless
An endless mile of cornered spaces
Give up your mind give up that wasteland
Give out bread but do not break it

Gravitate to a place that you call home
Medicate all the ails and broken bones
Either way, always make it own my own
It’s a taste of a midnight summer

A worried mind and fractured stasis
Wound up embalmed, inebriated
Give up on life, give up embraces
Cause in their minds, I’m not worth it

Gravitate to a place that you call home
Medicate all the ails and broken bones
Either way, always make it own my own
Have a taste of a midnight summer

When all else fails
Just shoot the messenger