To use a face mask
At first I thought you'd be fun
Now you clog the drain
I just want to put this out in the world. I can't remember exactly when or where I started loving Arctic Monkeys. It was sometime after Suck it and See, and probably involved the song "Teddy Picker" playing on some Internet radio. That summer, I jumped on the teenage music lover bandwagon, somewhat late compared to other kids. It was going to be my freshman year, and I started taking guitar lessons after I realized rock music was a beautiful, destructive thing and piano was too hard to learn at 14. The teacher asked us if there were any musicians we liked and on a whim, the phrase "Arctic Monkeys" found its way out. After a tangle of unrecognizable chords, I rushed home and watched multiple music videos in fascination.
The a-sides are full and meticulously planned. The b-sides are the equivalent of finding a dessert in the back of the fridge that is now yours to eat. Turner's words are absolute poetry, Helders' drums are on their own level, and they way that O'Malley and Cook blend everything together is blissfully beautiful.
I know they've come a long way, but the idea that a bunch of high schools formed a band is always inspiring to a bunch more high schoolers. Phones aside, my dinged-up tele is my most prized possession. Even though I'm still trying to find my musical sea-legs, It gives me hope that my mechanical, jumbly playing can be a sliver of worth in someone's ears someday. So I would like to thank Arctic Monkeys for the music. This wouldn't make a lot of sense without them.
And I have one question for you, the reader, to consider deeply: Why did you get here?
With love, Victoria
High School Junior, Cartoonist moonlighting as a Musician