I Hate Myself and I Want To Die
The 52 Most Depressing Songs You’ve Ever Heard
by Tom Reynolds
Review by: Craig R. Stafford
A casual, languouous browse through a brick-and-mortar bookstore is always lovely,
akin to the quiet beauty found in Serraut's painting Sunday Afternoon
on the Island of La Grande Jatte. Life provides few greater joys, which is made
all the more wonderful by discovering the perfect gem of a book that the booksellers
were trying to hide from you way in the back of the store on that dusty bottom
That book is I Hate Myself and I Want to Die, a look into some of
pop music's more misguided and ubiquitous efforts. Never have I been more
pleased at spending $13 in my life.
Reynolds loves music (depressing music does not necessarily equate with bad
music-which greatly relieved me because I found many of my all-time favorite
songs listed.) He gives each song a thoughtful introduction; a witty, detailed
discussion of the song and, of course, comments on why it is depressing (with
appropriate humorous, insightful comments).
Reynolds views on his (and our) aural suffering is a gift-he writes exceptionally
well and should be given his own radio show post haste. He never goes for the
easy laugh, instead choosing to slip in a truly brilliant, hysterical and erudite
observation on the song, song writer or performer later. His introductory essay
The Anatomy of Melancholy should be taught in college and included
in every iPod purchased to be read by one and all as he travels the DMT (Depressing
Music Timeline) from Homer to the present. How else would I have learned that
the 1930s song Gloomy Sunday had a suicide curse on it?
This collection will have you giggling gleefully far into the wee hours of
the night, and make you so very glad you took that Sunday afternoon stroll in
and out of days with Mandy. "Mandy. You came and gave without
taking. You kissed me and stopped me from shaking."
Oops. Sorry about the Manilow lapse. My bad!