Ren - Su!cIde (Full Analysis) | Singer Reacts & Musician Analysis
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I've started this comment a couple of times, each one felt too harsh to post. As a 70 year old, I feel that my generation was less sheltered from the sad things in life. I find Ren such a breath of fresh air in his generation and I haven't heard such talent from anyone in years.
I'm with both of you, 62, and I hate saying it, but it has the same feelings of listening to the Beatles back in the day, it's soo new and soo good. Can't get enough. My biggest surprise is I like rap, his rap. Never imagined that!!!
Can´t remember any music captivating me like Ren since I first heard "Sultans of Swing" as a teen in 1977 !
You’re not wrong, son, and I say son from your junior at 56 years old. I’ve shared this with so many people. Well, specifically beginning with Hi Ren. This is a momentous occasion in history where mental awareness is presented in a way everyone should be able to understand who has any reason to understand it and also seems to be instructive to people who don’t understand it. That’s a very rare thing indeed. Ren’s musicography screams “heal yourself!.” Watch out for yourself, but also watch out for your brother or sister (whoever they might be). I don’t see such direct road signs about mental health these days. He is a mental health Shakespeare in a new dark age.
I concur with you all,56 & love him
@@Joe_le- 57 here, and wearing a Sick Boi jacket when I volunteer for the National Trust 🤣
The more Ren videos I watch, the more I realize that us Elders are strongly drawn to his music.
I'm 66 and what hits hardest for me is how absurdly honest his work is.
He raised money for the rescue team that searched for Joe, he personally delivered the chequeto them last night.
He is recounting a real experience with his best friend
The pieces by Ren that you need to hear are the 3-part tale of Jenny & Screech, Money Game, Crucify Your Culture, The Hunger, Dear God, anything he did with Chinchilla, and the band that he used to play in called The Big Push. ENJOY
You've missed out some of his very best material... 'Hold On', 'Ahiahiahoha', 'Life is Funny', 'Genesis', 'Illest of Our Time', 'Losing It', 'Diazepam', 'Dominoes', 'Sick Boi', 'Animal Flow'... :)
@@Codex7777 I've seen all but one of those.
...I almost forgot 'Living Room Poetry'. :)
Rest in peace Joe! ❤️ and all love to his family!
It was very brave of you to react to this very challenging song by Ren! We love Ren for daring to share his experiences both good and bad and for communicating his inner most sad feelings and hopefully saving lives! Don't be afraid to say the word suicide! The conversation started in Ren's song and we need to continue talking about suicide! Great reaction ❤
You had good insight with this song
For those not aware of the events behind this song
@RenMakesMusic
And here's (part of) the writeup that Ren shared before the premiere and sent to his email list:
I first met Joe when I was 8 years old, my friend Josh said I had to meet this guy, so we both walked over to his, it took about 10 minutes from my house. I was greeted by this kid covered head to toe in freckles, he grinned at us, climbed onto the back of his sofa and screamed “Swanton Bomb!” then front flipped off the top and landed right onto his back on a stone floor. He lay still for a moment, twitched a few times, then got up, grinned at us, brushed himself off, and did it again.
This was Joe. He’d do anything to make people laugh. He ended up becoming one of my best friends. He was there when we stole our first cigarettes out of his mums pack, way too young. He was there when I had my first kiss, with a girl twice my size on the back of the 42 bus. He was there when I first got so drunk I threw up in the woods after drinking as much white lightning Cider as we could. I was there when he did his first backflip on skates, and saw him do a 720 off of the pier cave, that moment became legendary.
Joe was the funny one in our friend group, he’d make us laugh till it hurt. No one had a bad word to say about him. It was impossible not to like him. Usually we put celebrities, athletes and actors on pedestals, turn them into role models and admire them from a far. The person I admired was Joe.
Him and Sagar knew every word to the songs id write, we’d get drunk at parties and they’d be singing along as loud as they could. It gave me a lot of confidence back then.
On Christmas Eve 2010 I was sitting in a pub with Joe, he’d been feeling low after a couple of consecutive break ups. He tried to check himself into a mental health outpatient facility a few weeks earlier but they turned him away because he didn’t have an appointment. He turned to me and said that sometimes he wished he could just walk into the sea and keep walking. He said it in a kind of half joking throw away comment type of way, then took a sip of his drink, walked over to the juke box and put Dig by Incubus on. If I knew that was the last time I’d see Joe id have hugged him, told him how much I loved him, how much I looked up to him, how much we all loved him, and I wouldn’t have left that pub. I didn’t know that, so I finished my drink, said happy Christmas and left.
Two nights after Christmas I got woken up by a phone call at 3am, it was my friend Ella. She told me Joe was on the Menai Bridge, a large suspension bridge connecting the main land to the isle of Anglesey where we lived. He’d been on the phone to her in tears saying goodbye. He told her to tell everyone he loved them. I pulled on my clothes as fast as I could and started running toward the bridge. It was up a hill. I lived about a ten minute walk away, I could run it in five. As I ran I started dialling then redialing his number. The line was busy, which was a good sign, it meant he was still on the phone to someone. As I got about halfway, the busy tone changed. It told me the line was out of service. I got a sinking feeling and picked up my speed. I arrived to the bridge minutes after I left my house. It was deafeningly quiet. I was the first person to arrive. I got there probably about 2 minutes too late.
Joe’s body was never found.
Initially we refused to believe he was gone. The coastguard came out that night, with boats, and helicopters. Me and my friends spent the next 10 days putting up missing posters everywhere we could, walking up and down beaches with flashlights, getting about 3 hours sleep a night. When you’re walking up and down a beach with a torch when its dark everything looks like a body. We still haven’t found Joe.
As his birthday came around, I wrote a song, freckled angels, a song I dedicated to Joe which I sang in front of his friends and family. A charity football match was put on for him, raising money for the RNLI where I won two bottles of wine in a raffle, I drank them both as quickly as I could, naturally, turned to my friend and probably slurred something along the lines of “This is the last time I ever drink” That was 12 years ago, I haven’t touched a drop of alcohol since.
Ren lost one of best friends to this topic by jumping off a bridge and they never found him...the end portion of the song clarifies this .Ren is a unique talent who writes about his life
I think this shows the strength of vulnerability. If only we could all be in a place we felt we could show it .
that last part was about his best friend that jumped off a bridge and killed himself and Ren was 5 minutes to late to save him
So with you saying that music is RENs therapy, I’d love you to react to my favorite Ren song, “Ready for You”. It’s about fighting back against hopelessness and yes music is his therapy.
"How to be me "and "Chalk Outlines " Live with Chinchilla are a Must! Tales of Jenny and Screech FULL is such a brilliant insight into some of the tragedies of life . Thank you for doing this tough one.
Very insightful… I’ve been wondering why Ren has resonated with people who are older as well as younger, and I think your explanation of him being not attached to any era makes a lot of sense
Love it masterpiece
Ren probably has had these thoughts with what he has gone through, but he knows the pain that is left behind as in the case when his friend Joe committed suicide.
Ren is special - so are you.
Don't be afraid to say the word suicide. The word and the act have been around for milennia. If we can't say the word, we can't talk about it and help people. Don't run away from it if you think it might hurt somebody's feelings - it won't. (I can't remember if Ren has said this or if it is just inside my head, but sometimes suicide does not have to be a sudden decision/action. Sometimes it can be a slow death caused by addiction or self-neglect or whatever)
Thank you mate!
Yes Ren is a musical genius, a lyrical genius and a master storyteller.....a Shakespearian Bard of modern day !
Great Millie
Ren is a Bard like in the Middle Ages
But he can rap at a high level, sing. Rock Reggae Ballads Jazz Blues Soul...........
Amazing artist music and words
I suggest to also have a look on 'What you want', 'Loosing it', 'Humble' and the cooperations with Chinchilla... You might be surprised. ;)
Regards.
Somewhere on the comments page of the Suicide video Ren wrote this but it wasn’t pinned so it can get lost in the comments. This is beautiful and relevant to the song and everyone should read it.
Today I want to write something beautiful and eloquent but I’ve been staring at my computer screen for the past 10 minutes blankly. So I’ll just write.
Today, the 1st of June is my friend Joe’s birthday.
I first met Joe when I was 8 years old, my friend Josh said I had to meet this guy, so we both walked over to his, it took about 10 minutes from my house. I was greeted by this kid covered head to toe in freckles, he grinned at us, climbed onto the back of his sofa and screamed “Swanton Bomb!” then front flipped off the top and landed right onto his back on a stone floor. He lay still for a moment, twitched a few times, then got up, grinned at us, brushed himself off, and did it again.
This was Joe. He’d do anything to make people laugh. He ended up becoming one of my best friends. He was there when we stole our first cigarettes out of his mums pack, way too young. He was there when I had my first kiss, with a girl twice my size on the back of the 42 bus. He was there when I first got so drunk I threw up in the woods after drinking as much white lightning Cider as we could. I was there when he did his first backflip on skates, and saw him do a 720 off of the pier cave, that moment became legendary.
Joe was the funny one in our friend group, he’d make us laugh till it hurt. No one had a bad word to say about him. It was impossible not to like him. Usually we put celebrities, athletes and actors on pedestals, turn them into role models and admire them from a far. The person I admired was Joe.
Him and Sagar knew every word to the songs id write, we’d get drunk at parties and they’d be singing along as loud as they could. It gave me a lot of confidence back then.
On Christmas Eve 2010 I was sitting in a pub with Joe, he’d been feeling low after a couple of consecutive break ups. He tried to check himself into a mental health outpatient facility a few weeks earlier but they turned him away because he didn’t have an appointment. He turned to me and said that sometimes he wished he could just walk into the sea and keep walking. He said it in a kind of half joking throw away comment type of way, then took a sip of his drink, walked over to the juke box and put Dig by Incubus on. If I knew that was the last time I’d see Joe id have hugged him, told him how much I loved him, how much I looked up to him, how much we all loved him, and I wouldn’t have left that pub. I didn’t know that, so I finished my drink, said happy Christmas and left.
Two nights after Christmas I got woken up by a phone call at 3am, it was my friend Ella. She told me Joe was on the Menai Bridge, a large suspension bridge connecting the main land to the isle of Anglesey where we lived. He’d been on the phone to her in tears saying goodbye. He told her to tell everyone he loved them. I pulled on my clothes as fast as I could and started running toward the bridge. It was up a hill. I lived about a ten minute walk away, I could run it in five. As I ran I started dialling then redialing his number. The line was busy, which was a good sign, it meant he was still on the phone to someone. As I got about halfway, the busy tone changed. It told me the line was out of service. I got a sinking feeling and picked up my speed. I arrived to the bridge minutes after I left my house. It was deafeningly quiet. I was the first person to arrive. I got there probably about 2 minutes too late.
Joe’s body was never found.
Initially we refused to believe he was gone. The coastguard came out that night, with boats, and helicopters. Me and my friends spent the next 10 days putting up missing posters everywhere we could, walking up and down beaches with flashlights, getting about 3 hours sleep a night. When you’re walking up and down a beach with a torch when its dark everything looks like a body. We still haven’t found Joe.
As his birthday came around, I wrote a song, freckled angels, a song I dedicated to Joe which I sang in front of his friends and family. A charity football match was put on for him, raising money for the RNLI where I won two bottles of wine in a raffle, I drank them both as quickly as I could, naturally, turned to my friend and probably slurred something along the lines of “This is the last time I ever drink” That was 12 years ago, I haven’t touched a drop of alcohol since.
My first ever album I named Freckled Angels in tribute of one of the best people I ever knew.
Skip forward some years. I’d been sitting on this song I wrote a few years ago. It always felt a little incomplete. It was going to be my next release, but I was dreading it because of this feeling of incompletion. I decided, very last minute, to do something about it. I sat by my piano, and the rest of the song fell out of me. I hadn’t thought about Joe in a little while, and the song initially wasn’t going to be about him, but the words all fell out of me. I wrote and recorded a whole 2 minutes extra, recording each part as I wrote it. Tears spewing out of my eyes pretty much the whole time, and decided not to do my usual thing of perfecting each line, I just recorded every line as it came.
thank you
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Thank you 🙏❤ Millie Mochi Tunes ❤ for your 🐷 Ren - Su!cIde reaction! #ren #sickboialbum #suicdesong ... The to halves of this song are very different, the first half is produced to perfection, the second half recorded in one single sorrowful night and not reworked at all. There is a 13yo prequel if you will, the song called Freckled Angels from the only 7yo Freckled Angels album. There also is an old live performance of that, and a new live acoustic performance of both called "For Joe" with a Dominoes verse mixed in. They do not hit not as hard as this one does, but are worth a lot for the artistry and way of conveying the message, the performance and the easter-eggs signalling hope in it. All are worth reacting to, if you are ever in the mood.
Ren was 20 when he got a phone call from a female friend, past midnight in the days after christmas, that Joe had called her to say good-bye and that he (Joe) was on the Menay Suspension Bridge wanting to jump into the sea (Menay strait, Irish Sea) to end it all. She called Ren because Ren only lived 5 minutes from that bridge, so Ren jumped into his jeans and ran and while running, dialled Joe's number, which was busy, a good sign, so Joe was still saying his good-byes. Then, minutes later, the number was out-of-service. When he arrived on the bridge, there was no Joe. The volunteer high seas life-savers (RNLI) spent the night and until past noon looking for Joe on the water, but could not find him.
On Ren and being suicidal, watch "Behind the Song - 'Suic*de' with Ren" ua-cam.com/video/HCm5wghhSd4/v-deo.html which contains some of the above-mentioned "For Joe" performance.
Miss you Jath and Austin. Brothers and sister never die. Fuck this made me cry.
Ren has Chronic Lymes disease which means his body is allergic to 95%of foods. His body physically purges.
I agree though that there is a strong link between depression and food disorders
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The fact that English is not your first language and I heard and witnessed you express yourself so well through a non-native language while trying to articulate such work of art so nuanced and difficult, and to summarize the work of such an artist, great job and you should be proud. - a basic American here. I'm jealous and you have me beat.
Youre the only one I’ve seen not cry
In the first part, Ren is definitely talking about himself, and I think he is talking about the subject in quite a positive tone. For him, it has never felt like the right time, he always manages to draw the sword from the stone and cut through the armour of depression to let his hopeful side out. The second half is of course about his friend Joe.
HEy creative! Your Music really remindes me ... if you know... Pixies... ok, your yvoice is ... not better, but fit. new youth, better music.
The bold repetition of the word suicide is supposed to be in your face. It’s like when you were little and someone told you can’t say something so you would repeat it over and over again to show them you can. If people didn’t feel so ashamed to talk about their problems less people might choose the suicide option.
The reason, why can't keep his supper, is his illness obviously. Sure, he did't want to offend his mother. And he is just facing and talking about that issue, the hypocrite public makes a taboo of. He was confronted with that by his friend Joe passing away by that "decision". Now he found kind of peace, to speak about that and face the emotions. Today her released a song called "For Joe", where the first part is the last part of this song. (fibonacci sequences...) A lesson, if you want. Beautiful and hurtful. Finding peace with the pain, which will always a part of him...
Millie I love your shirt....
It would be great if you turned up the volume of the artist's track. Great reactions.
I think Ren os great , and you too! Thank 6
Nice girl
You avoid the use of the word suicide as you talk… use the phrase “these situations” instead. Obviously this topic has passed close thru your life. Thank you for you honest and raw reaction. It is only thru dialogue together we can move thru these dark, dark valleys… Thank you again for your own bravery…
How come the music sounds so far away.
Uh VVhy are you both styled like our Generation ?
I wouldn't describe the lyrics as 'straightforward'. Even in the first section, when you made that comment. It was full of metaphors, similes and double meanings. Perhaps you didn't understand it?
Your audio sucks. Echoed.