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Paramore - Let The Flames Begin (Live… the best version)

Hayley’s thoughts on the song:

Oh glory.

When I was 17, I started writing lyrics to a song that would later be called “Let The Flames Begin”. It was on our sophomore album, RIOT! I never felt like it really sounded as meaningful on record as it seemed when we played it live. Over the years, we added on and added on to it. Not only is it one of our favorites to play at shows but one of the most highly requested live songs by… ahem… you guys. Maybe it’s just because the song is heavier than most our other songs or maybe it’s cause it feels really emotional to sing some of those words. Either way, it means a lot to all of us.

The lyrics touched on the way I saw us (people who were around my same age at the time) and how we fit in to society… and sort of lightly dusted the topic of the human condition. How broken we must seem from the outside, to whoever happens to be looking in. I have always had that deep sort of hurting feeling that happens when you hear a tragic story of someone young who is diagnosed with a terminal sickness, or when you see someone homeless and begging on the side of the road who you could give a couple dollars to but could never really help… but I get it all the time… just about the world at large. Because I feel, truly and deeply, that we are all searching for some kind of cure or some kind of quick fix, all the time. Always filling a void. I do this every day even when I’m not aware. The condition of being alive and breathing. “How can I please me?” It’s not with pessimistic eyes that I see all these things, I just believe it’s realistic. For some people, there is faith that more is at work than just the brokenness of all of us. For others, it’s enough just to know that we try to be the best human we can be and make whatever difference we can. Whatever your pleasure, belief, sorrow or triumph… we are all human and we are all constantly facing some sort of brokenness. Of the heart, of finances, of family, of dreams… it is real pain and it can’t be ignored.

Sometimes the only thing that gets me through a hard time is knowing that we are all (somewhat) in the fight together. Even as we might feel like we’re fighting alone, there billions of other humans doing exactly the same thing. In whatever their respective fights may be. I don’t know how it helps but really, it does. To know that no one has it figured out. It’s a bit of a drag but it’s just good comfort.

Seeing as even a good 6 years later I still feel all these things about life and being human, it probably should’ve been obvious that we’d write another song with a similar message for the new album. This time around I feel like it comes across a bit more hopeless… but actually that’s what excites me the most about it. To me, it’s getting to the bottom of what you thought was a bottomless pit… and that’s where you surrender yourself to whatever is next. That’s what billions of other people are doing right now. Hitting the bottom only to lift their gaze up and figure out how to get off of the ground again. Yeah, knowing that definitely helps.

It’s strange that a song about all this could go on what is about to be the most positive and most intoxicatingly fun Paramore album we have ever written… but somehow it works. And anyways, anyone who knows me knows I can only write so many happy lyrics til I have to start venting about something else again.

This is long and it’s late and I hope it makes sense to anyone if not all of you who actually read it.

H

absolutely perfect, and precisely why I got this

paramore… forever more.

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lindsay-taylor:

Number of times the sky fell - 0. Number of times a gay marriage has imposed on your personal life - 0 #NoH8 #EqualRights (Taken with Instagram)

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2012—The year of live music.

This year is gettin crazy with live shows, so I decided I should start documenting them as they go along…

Bands I have seen:

  • Barcelona
  • Dashboard Confessional (a solo Chris Carrabba)
  • Rachel Platten
  • Ryan Star
  • Andy Grammer
  • Matt Nathanson
  • Kelly Clarkson
  • Nic Cowen
  • Zac Brown Band (in the rain… amazing)
  • Dead Sara
  • Chevelle
  • Eve 6
  • Of Monsters and Men
  • Grouplove
  • Neon Trees
  • Rebelution
  • P.O.D
  • Angels and Airwaves
  • Garbage
  • Jane’s Addiction
  • The Arkells
  • Lydia
  • The Maine
  • Celine Dion (hahaha, yep.. w/ my mom and gma.. I got sucked into this… and it was incredible)

Have tickets for upcoming shows:

  • Xenia
  • Scars on 45
  • Dia Frampton
  • Carolina Liar
  • The Fray
  • Kelly Clarkson (again.. totally worth it)
  • The Spill Canvas (in Chicago, I’m a dedicated fan)
  • Chiddy Bang
  • Fun.
  • SOJA
  • Slightly Stoopid
  • 311
  • Tegan and Sara
  • The Black Keys
  • Hunter Hayes
  • Carrie Underwood

working on concert mates and getting tickets:

  • Everclear
  • Sugar Ray
  • Lit
  • Gin Blossoms
  • Marcy Playground
  • Aerosmith

subject to change all the fuckin time cuz’ I’m nuts. ask my brother, there are always “tickemaster” envelopes in our mailbox… always!

No music like live music.

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lindsay-taylor:

This story brought me to tears.. I had to share…

I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.. ‘Just a minute’, answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.

After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90’s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940’s movie.

By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.

There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard
box filled with photos and glassware.

‘Would you carry my bag out to the car?’ she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.

She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.

She kept thanking me for my kindness. ‘It’s nothing’, I told her.. ‘I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.’

‘Oh, you’re such a good boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, ‘Could you drive
through downtown?’

‘It’s not the shortest way,’ I answered quickly..

‘Oh, I don’t mind,’ she said. ‘I’m in no hurry. I’m on my way to a hospice.

I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. ‘I don’t have any family left,’ she continued in a soft voice..’The doctor says I don’t have very long.’ I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.

‘What route would you like me to take?’ I asked.

For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.

We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.

Sometimes she’d ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.

As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, ‘I’m tired.Let’s go now’.
We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.

Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move.
They must have been expecting her.

I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.

‘How much do I owe you?’ She asked, reaching into her purse.

‘Nothing,’ I said

‘You have to make a living,’ she answered.

‘There are other passengers,’ I responded.

Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug.She held onto me tightly.

‘You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,’ she said. ‘Thank you.’

I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.. Behind me, a door shut.It was the sound of the closing of a life..

I didn’t pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day,I could hardly talk.What if that woman had gotten an angry driver,or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?

On a quick review, I don’t think that I have done anything more important in my life.

We’re conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.

But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.

- NYC Taxi Driver

I keep trying to learn the virtue of patience..

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d-eathvalley asked: youre tattoo looks awesome . Hayley , Jerm & Taylor should see forreal ^^ xx

thank you :) and I kinda hope they do one day. They should know how much we appreciate what they do.

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tallforest asked: i love your tattoo and i love the story behind it even more :)

Thank you. I really appreciate it :)

-LT

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When I was 21 my Grandpa (my dad’s dad) died. Almost a year to the date later, my dad unexpectedly suffered cardiac arrest and passed away without a blink of the eye. This was February 11th, 2009 and I was only 22-years-old. I was at my San Diego home when my brother called me and told me I had to come home. At first I thought he was joking. I mean, why else would he call me telling me to drop everything, grab my dog and drive home… Then I heard my mom in the background telling me to call my work and tell them I wouldn’t be there, just come home, we’ll explain when you get here…

That was the phone call that changed my life forever.

So I grabbed a few things and my puppy and headed out for the hour and a half drive of painstaking mystery… what was wrong? What if it was my other brother, I didn’t hear his voice? No… it couldn’t be my dad… could it?

Who was there for me for what seemed to be the longest drive of my life?—Paramore.

I know that sounds cliché, but it’s the cold hard truth. The passion in Hayley’s vocals as she sang lines like “somewhere weakness is our strength / and I’ll die searching for it” are the moments that kept me driving… that kept me sane… that kept me alive.

Less than a year later I lost an uncle on my mom’s side, my mom lost the house we all grew up in - the house my father built - and my childhood dog passed… Needless to say, “weak” was an understatement to the downward spiral that had become my life… but somewhere, in the midst of all that had overshadowed my happiness, weakness became my strength.. That line will forever be the anthem to all of life’s injustices, yours and mine alike.

“Let The Flames Begin” is the power anthem of my growth. Who I was and who I am becoming. And for that I am forever grateful to this band. This band that stuck together through their own struggles and weaknesses. This band that has never forgotten their fans sticking by them every step of the way. This band that is determined to change a life with as little as a single lyric.

Over the past 8-or-so years of Paramore soundtracking my life, they have always been there for me. I owe a lot to the songs that they have created—the songs that can change my mood with a single listen.

So this is my tribute to them…the real Paramore. The three that stand so strong while facing their ‘monsters’ and staring weakness in the face. Because…

Somewhere weakness is our strength. And I’ll die searching for it.

To Hayley, Jeremy and Taylor… thank you.

- Lindsay



Tattoo details: Paramore design from their shirt for the song “Monster” I just loved the stance they are in.. strong. fearless. the trio… 

The font for “Somewhere weakness is our strength” is inspired by the album artwork for Riot! that “Let The Flames Begin” is on.

Done at Dreams In Ink Tattoo in Moreno Valley, CA by Jason. 

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3 months and i’m still sober…

sorry i haven’t written in a while (assuming someone actually reads this stuff), reason being the roller-coaster that has been my life for approximately a year now… i jumped into a master’s program without thinking it through, got a boat load more responsibilities at work, ended a 7 1/2 year relationship, moved in with my brother, lost a good friend to a ridiculous misunderstanding, had major knee surgery and finally decided to work harder at just…being. [among many other loops in the roller-coaster]

anywhoo, my brother got my mom, him and me tickets to go see kelly clarkson the week of my 26th birthday (ugh, 26 was a difficult number to type)… yeah that’s right, i love kelly clarkson (very unlike my usual rocker self, but she’s honest, edgy, has killer pipes, and is fun), so i’ve spent the greater part of my ear-bud infused hours with a miss independent soundtrack in preparation for the show. today, i’ve dedicated my time to my favorite album of hers— my december.

i’ve been typing away on a project for work and “sober” started playing and - just like the first time i heard it - it blew me away, stopped me in my tracks and forced me to listen to its beautiful lyrics accompanied by kelly’s soft melodies and an acoustic guitar.. i listened.. i really listened, and i came to the conclusion that the song perfectly depicts the last year of my life (see 1st paragraph in case you forgot).

so i was inspired to look up a good video of the song and post it and to my surprise there was this… this intimate and incredible live performance of a life-altering track. THANK YOU SONY (they sponsored the show which provided this quality video that i have since had on repeat). 

i love kelly’s description on how and why she wrote the song at the beginning and the rest sells itself…

"Sober"

And I don’t know
This could break my heart or save me
Nothing’s real
Until you let go completely
So here I go with all my thoughts I’ve been saving
So here I go with all my fears weighing on me

Three months and I’m still sober
Picked all my weeds but kept the flowers
But I know it’s never really over

And I don’t know I could crash and burn but maybe
At the end of this road I might catch a glimpse of me
So I won’t worry about my timing, I want to get it right
No comparing, second guessing, no not this time

Three months and I’m still breathing
Been a long road since those hands I left my tears in but I know
It’s never really over, no

Wake up

Three months and I’m still standing here
Three months and I’m getting better yeah
Three months and I still am

Three months and it’s still harder now
Three months I’ve been living here without you now
Three months yeah, three months

Three months and I’m still breathing
Three months and I still remember it
Three months and I wake up

Three months and I’m still sober
Picked all my weeds but kept the flowers

there you have it. my current feeling about life in one song. life sucks sometimes, and other times it doesn’t. i lost a love, but gained a life. i’ve seen who my real friends are (or in this case, the flowers not the weeds). i’ve grown more in the past 6 months than in the past 26 years and i owe it to life’s inconsistencies. i owe it to the handful of people that never left. and i whole-heartedly owe it to the music. the songs that tell the story.

thank you kelly, i can’t wait for the show. 

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my subconscious..

pre blog warning: this may get sad… 

Last week I had a series of doctors appointments including an eval, MRI scan and results for a lingering knee injury I’ve been putting off for almost a year now… 

results: torn ACL and meniscus
next step: ACL and meniscal repair surgery followed by intense physical therapy..

thoughts: well I was initially expecting these results and had come to terms with having an invasive surgery altering my life for a bit and keeping me off the soccer field for another 6-9 months.. doesn’t sound that bad, right? I mean i have the pain tolerance of a werewolf, don’t mind having a couple days off or work and a reason to not shower or get dressed, so it couldn’t be that bad…

not according to my subconscious, anyway. Since i got the results and prognosis last thursday I have suffered a weeks worth of terrible nights sleep, night terrors (yes terrors, not ‘mares’ there’s a difference) and a settling depression, all shadowed with the loss of my dad.. 

you see the last surgery I had was back in high school, and even though everything hurt like hell and my dominant right arm was out of commission for three months, life was still manageable cuz’ my dad was a champ. Not only did he literally carry me out to the car from the hospital when I nearly ate shit just trying to pee afterward (morphine is a hell of a drug), but he constantly reminded me where I came from and how to have the strength to not play the game I love or even pull up my pants by myself for three months.. The kind of strength that molded me into the person that doesn’t fare well to being taken care of.

This surgery is going to be so much harder to cope with, not only because my dad won’t be there, but because I’m literally going to have to let people in and help me.. Fuck that, it’s definitely going to be harder because he won’t be there.. It’s another major event in my life that he’s missing, that I have to endure without the person that has guided me to this point. I have to rehab and stay focused and get back to the game I love without my biggest fan and supporter. Without the guy that stood behind the goal and told me like it was—to not hesitate, man up, play harder, be stronger… 

My subconscious has officially opened my eyes to the fact that I haven’t played harder or been stronger without him… It’s just surgery man… and I’m freaking out cuz’ I don’t know how to be strong without him yet (it also doesn’t help this surgery is happening just days away from the 3 year anniversary of his death).

in other words, please bare with me as i step away from the world in the coming weeks.. i don’t think i am going to handle this well.. or so says my subconscious. 

Always in daddy's lap..

Always with daddy… 

Soccer was our thing.

I know, I was super cool in high school, but my pops looks awesome

ok, I just needed a I miss him vent session.. writing it down always seems to be the way to do that.. 

miss you every day daddy. 

<3 your baby girl 

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'ze bucket list

although i tend to live by this quote from vince vaughn in dodgeball,

i found that if you have a goal, that you might not reach it. but if you don’t have one, then you are never disappointed. and i gotta tell ya… it feels phenomenal

i still sometimes feel it’s ok to set some goals - or in this case - let’s call them intrigues.

what do i want to do with my life, you know, besides makes loads of cash, fall in love, sleep more, and develop a six-pack… (everyone wants those things, right?)

here is ‘ze bucket list (in no particular order… with additions to come, well, as they come)

  1. Get published by AP (or SPIN) magazine (multiple times would be nice, you know, like a j-o-b)
  2. go skydiving
  3. figure out how to stop my puppy from being so itchy (yes, i am under the impression i have tried everything)
  4. take the ‘abbey road’ picture (preferably with brittany and stephanie as my abbey road crossin’ mates)
  5. learn to surf (side note: the ocean terrifies me… 2 birds man, 2 birds)
  6. learn to play the guitar (for real. i know some songs, but let’s be honest… i can’t really play for shit)
  7. buy my mom a house. 
  8. get my book published (yes i’m writing a book, yes i need to finish it first…)
  9. be someone’s…someone. 
  10. learn to cook. (i really don’t want to, but you know the whole “teach a man to fish” quote… yeah, that’s probably a good lesson)
  11. get out of debt (minus school.. i’ll be paying for that forever, haha)
  12. go to NYC for NYE
  13. visit chi-town and take a picture with the giant bean
  14. finish this post
  15. learn how to do something different with my hair (i’m an up or straight down kinda girl)
  16. master adobe photoshop
  17. interview a big band for my website (preferably along the lines of paramore… that way i can convince hayley we should be besties)
  18. perform an open mic night stand-up comedy show with my brothern (we’re pretty funny together)
  19. see a laker game… courtside
  20. go to africa and participate in a charity event, preferably orchestrated by invisible children
  21. meet chuck klosterman and completely pick his brain. 
  22. visit graceland
  23. visit the rock n’ roll hall of fame (and possible AP at the same time.. cleveland rocks!)
  24. meet kelly clarkson… she seems geniune.
  25. become best friends with whitney cummings (meeting her on april 28th, let the games begin) because we’re pretty much the same person
  26. finish my music inspired sleeve
  27. get my vinyl copy of rumours signed by stevie nicks

ok, that’s all i have for now kiddies.. but like i said, this list will grow as i come across things i think i should do before i die.

until we speak again,

lindsay taylor.