July 27, 2012 by Caroline
We love anthems, we do.
We love songs we can proclaim from rooftops with passion from our gut.
We love an anthem that rallies us around something, puts fire in our bellies, and stretches our vocal chords.
We love an anthem even when it proclaims confusion.
The song, “Some Nights” by fun could not be a truer picture of this time in history and could not have a more enticing, layered melody – a mighty furious, beautiful mess building our Babel.
In the music video, haphazard opposing forces roam while directionless firepower flies and the band pounds out their decidedly lost melody.
The song is certainly saying something.
Even as the chorus rumbles with heavy questions, we are drawn in to sing that something right along with them,
“Oh Lord, I’m still not sure what I stand for oh
What do I stand for? What do I stand for?
Most nights, I don’t know anymore…
Oh woah, oh woah, oh woah oh oh
Oh woah, oh woah, oh woah oh oh”
Some nights … most nights … I don’t know … luck … wish … who am I?
These are words that describe a generation, words that build the walls of our own Babylon. We have exiled ourselves from meaning and certainty and hope.
And then we made it an anthem.
This is the music of waywardness.
Our art reflects our hearts and in the mirror we see a despairing image. Makoto Fujimura, artist, writer, and speaker, says, “We, today, have a language to celebrate waywardness, but we do not have a cultural language to bring people back home.”
When the music of waywardness becomes the anthem of a generation, one must consider if the straining vocal chords declare a superlative-worthy message or if best is reserved for something absolutely certain.