Get Me Out Of Here
HOW THIRD EYE BLIND CHANGED MY LIFE
When I was born, the thing that shaped my growth was simple, but yet so complicated and beloved. I could just say, “Music shaped my life from the beginning,” or something cheesy like that, or draw a picture of Stephan Jenkins and call it a project, or I could choose to elaborate on why I smile when Jumper plays in the local cafe. Why I got an unbelievable feeling of belonging when I stood in the pit in Chicago, as Stephan sang Losing a Whole Year as the lights shined on us, the believers in the messages gained from the music - and they shined on my face as I teared up with an emotion I cannot define.
Music. Not just any music, though. I grew up with my father holding me as a newborn by the picture window, as he sang Better Than Ezra to me till I fell asleep. Not only other 90s to early 2000s bands, but I grew up with Ursa Major, Third Eye Blind’s album containing Can You Take Me and Summer Town. I grew up with Jumper and How’s it Going to Be putting my arms up and belting out the lyrics one by one, on those days when I felt like putting my hands out for the devil and giving up. Sitting on the bus in 6th grade, staring out the window, and listening to Deep Inside of You on my old iPod.
“Crashing in the backstage The show’s a smashing great success (thank you darling) The band’s a gateway drug, and I’m a tragic mess But one more time, the lights they fade in- This song’s for you, my bashful maiden, Whose face looked like my wife Is now as cold and calculating As a cosmetic surgeon’s knife Somebody save her life Somebody save her life” -Get Me Out of Here by Third Eye Blind
Is it a mystery as to why these songs hook us? Why they get stuck in our brains until we sing them out of style? Is there a specific reason that we sing? That we must’ve - at one point in our evolution - hit a stick on a rock, continued hitting it on the rock, and got the simple beat stuck in our once - simple minds? Something so simple can go so far.
Now, this project is supposed to be on a certain lyric. I chose the one above, from Get Me Out of Here one of my favorites. After meeting Stephan himself, I became even more of a fan, for he was all that I’d hoped. Handsome (I already was aware of that aspect), funny, sweet, and welcoming to fans. Being 15, I sort of fangirled and got really nervous waiting in line. Out of nervousness, the first thing I said was, “Hi, I’m 15.” Stephan, if you’re reading this, I’m Delaney, the one who didn’t tell you my name until my sister reminded me. I died of laughter afterwards. And, thankfully my sister got a vinyl signed by Stephan and Brad, because I was so nervous and in shock with meeting Stephan that I forgot to ask Brad to sign my vinyl. I’m so sorry Brad, I’m so rude. It has been months since that day, but whenever I think about it, there’s always something more I wish I would’ve said. So, if you’re reading this, I hope you come to Wisconsin again. When I talk about my love for the band, people don’t understand the extent of which I adore 3EB. I would pay Stephan to come meet me if I wasn’t broke. I would go to the city in which he lives, and I’d knock on his door in the hopes that I could talk to him once more.
I try, and try to explain the feelings I get when listening to every note, every beat, every lyric, but I can never find the words, nor do I think words even exist to be able to elaborate on it. I have a feeling Stephan knows the passion I feel when it comes to 3EB, for he is the vocalist, after all. He must have had to feel the same passion and connection to the words he lets out to have started the successful band. Which touches so many lives every time they listen.
Back to the task at hand, I want to (attempt to) explain what I felt/did when I first really got into the song Get Me Out of Here. When I started listening to it more and more, I’d jump around my room singing along to it, releasing many of the demons in which live inside me. Air guitar and passionate facial expressions would commence, which were most likely disturbing. I would cry when I watched the music video, and I’d listen to it on my earbuds while riding my bike. When the breakdown of the song would occur, I’d slow down with the task at hand and put my hands on my chest, walk slowly in front of a mirror and stare into my own eyes, singing, “Somebody save her life, somebody save her life-” and at that point, the tears would be dried on my flushed skin. But the emotion would still_be very much alive.
What I got from the song,is that Stephan has an obligation to his fans, and the rest of the band, to keep going and keep pleasing the audience although he’s going through a rough time. And when he’s on stage, his personal life problems make him feel small, vulnerable, and paranoid. “But the spotlight operator’s shining shame on all my chosen words and my hip parading, I can see him - start to sneer - Get me out of here…”_ But the audience “commands” him to deal with his problems and his demons and from that, he stands up and sings anyway.
Sometimes, us humans are numbed by prescription and nonprescription medication, life events, etc., and from my experience, Third Eye Blind’s music helps me feel again. My life has been changed by music. For better or for worse (in this case, better), Third Eye Blind has, indubitably, changed my life.