Wednesday, 5 November 2014

Baby you're a firrrrrework. . .

In Aotearoa we're celebrating Guy Fawkes Day - a day we commemorate Guy Fawkes blowing up parliament.  I won't bore you with the history of the reason behind the event, but there is a connection between this choice of a 'weapon of mass destruction' and seeing it in a more positive light with today's blog post (yet I use this connection quite loosely).

Firework is my favourite Katy Perry track.  It's the perfect song to set you back on track when you're going through a period of self-doubt or if you've been mistreated in different contexts of your life.  I define mistreated in this sense to mean, if people have underestimated your ability to do things, people take credit and don't acknowledge you for your contributions, or people blatantly ignore you to make you feel small (just a few examples).

Do you ever feel like a plastic bag
Drifting through the wind, wanting to start again?
Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin
Like a house of cards, one blow from caving in?

When I think about being a plastic bag, I think of that scene in American Beauty starring Kevin Spacey, how to me the plastic bag represents a remnant of something that was.  What did the plastic bag contain?  Did it hold something precious?  And have you ever watched a plastic bag dancing in the wind?  It seems so carefree and uncaring of its environment, it doesn't care about where it travels or what it does - it just is.  The house of cards represents to me our fragility and vulnerability, how easily we can fall apart, if we aren't strong enough to withstand the pressures that we face.

Do you ever feel already buried deep six feet under
Screams but no one seems to hear a thing
Do you know that there's still a chance for you
'Cause there's a spark in you

You just gotta ignite the light and let it shine
Just own the night like the 4th of July

If nobody can hear your screams, it could mean a number of things:
1) You're trapped in a place, buried deep in a far-off location where nobody can hear you
2) You're not screaming loud enough or
3) Nobody wants to rescue you (or wants you to be rescued complete with duct tape across your face).

I really like how the music starts to build in the pre-chorus.  Up until this point in the song, there has been great use of repetition and motifs to help make the song memorable.  The change in register in the prechorus also signals what the chorus will bring - the intensity and power of the music that sits behind the lyrics.

'Cause baby you're a firework
Come on, show 'em what you're worth 
Make 'em go, "Aah, aah, aah"
As you shoot across the sky-y-y

Baby you're a firework

Come on, let your colours burst
Make 'em go, "Aah, aah, aah"
You're gonna leave 'em all in awe awe awe

Boom, boom, boom
Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon
It's always been inside of you, you, you
Now it's time to let it through-ough-ough. . . 

It might take you a while to figure out when to show the world what you look like all lit up and exploding all over the scene - but I hope that when you do decide to let it happen - that you do it in spectacular fashion.  Don't hold back - shoot yourself across the sky and blaze that trail in the night air.  I hope that people look up to the sky from time to time and see you from as far as the eye can see.  I hope they can see what you're capable of doing, achieving and excelling in.  But most of all, I hope that when you let your fireworks off, your display gets bigger and more captivating each time. . . .