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The Silverchair Dilemma

Silverchair frontman's confession "I didn't realize the noise was in my head" I used to be madly fond of Silverchair. I wouldn't say I was a superfan or anything, but suffice it to say, this was the music of my teenage years; the music that sticks with you whether you like it or not (And that's a paradox in itself- I mean, how do you love something you hate?). Here's the thing: It's paradoxes which are the things that stick with us. Especially when our own lives are paradoxical. I always had a lot of noise in my head. Teenage years are full of paradoxes. It fit the moment. This was music that said that things aren't meant to work out and somehow still held a kind of shimmering beauty. That there's point of no awakening while you're lying in the mud and there's nothing to say, all of whihc might pass for a kind of frau...
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Shattered hearts club

Trauma sufferers know the desperation. 

The feeling of utter death that repeats. 

It can come out in back pain, in heart palpitations. 

It can drive them to do stupid things that ruin them. 

And ruins the trust with others. When they could least afford.

Trauma sufferers know the numbness that ensues

When, like a cloying baby, they reach out to others

On a bus that's 200,000 times the size of them

And they approach someone with sadness in their eyes

And they get a massive quaking instead of the love

That they sought. And they're frightening to others.

And they're frightened of others.

And the whole thing repeats

And repeats. 

And repeats.



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