When I was in middle school, around the age of roughly 12, right before I hit the all time low of life known as adolescence, my best friend introduced me to a band.
At the time I was only slightly fascinated by their music. Not that I am denying their looks or anything like that. Now lets fast forward a bit, shall we? Future Hearts in 2015. The band’s new album.
But back again to me, with me first. In high school I was no where near the most popular kid, but I was also not the nerdiest kid either. Is nerdiest even a word? Well, the point is, I, just like any other high school kid went through the ups and downs of puberty, making friends, losing friends, getting boyfriends, dumping and getting dumped by boyfriends, eventually learning to become an adult, etc.
My senior year of high school, my two best friends and I slowly begin to enter the world of pop punk. Re-enter my life: this group. Now you are probably wondering what the point of me telling you this life story is, right?
Well, let me tell you this, All Time Low is the band that got me through more lows in my life and stuck with me through my ups.
“But I’m stuck in this f*cking rut/Waiting on a second-hand pick-me-up/And I’m over getting older.”
This lyric is a true statement even now as we fast forward to this year: Senior in college me struggling to make it to May without losing my sh*t. While constantly thinking “Maybe it’s not my weekend, but its gunna be my year!” It was almost as if 2009 All Time Low got 2015 me.
After recently releasing their newest album Future Hearts in 2015, ATL have returned in their Back to the Future Hearts Tour. Now here is something to understand, I have not missed a single show from these four men since 2012. And the older I get, the more I appreciate just how much they have given me.
They were the gateway to the world that helped me find myself and my passions.
I am not one to admit weakness, or share secrets entrusted to me, but lately I have been through a personal obstacle course that I was never prepared to run. So on Sunday night, I truly felt all my worries wash away, as I closed my eyes and listened to Alex Gaskarth’s voice. I had chills all the way down to my toes. The lyrics mean much more to me now that I am older, and I get things that before might have never meant a thing to me.
Not only is the music bone chilling in a good way, but their live show is hilarious. The chemistry between lead singer Gaskarth, guitarist Jack Barakat, bassist Zack Merrick and drummer Rian Dawson is like family. Not so much dysfunctional and close. And as one of their fans at a show, you feel like you mean something to them, not as a whole crowd but as an individual fan.
They realize they wouldn’t have gotten this far without us. In their newer song Missing You: “Grit your teeth, pull your hair/Paint the walls black and scream, “F*ck the world/’Cause it’s my life, I’m gonna take it back.”
And they remind us all never for a second should you blame yourself. “Helps me/and I am sure many know that it is okay to lose yourself, but screw it/This is your life, not the worlds.”
Now that I have rambled on I am going to leave you with this, All Time Low is a band that got me through years that I thought would be unbearable, and they made it possible to bear. Again they make a year of intellectual, emotional and social lows, college senior, an, almost, all time high for me.
This may not be a typical band review for those of you who follow my work, but All Time Low deserves so much more then just a normal band review. They deserve a lifetime award of excellence.
Maybe for you ATL is not your band, but whatever your band may be, let them know how much you appreciate them. The music industry is not easy, but people like us can keep them going.
Just like All Time Low closes every show, I will close this with “I got your picture/I’m coming with you, Dear Maria,/Count me in,/There’s story at the bottom of this bottle and I am the pen.”