What happened to YOUR big dreams?
Distinct sounding rock/emo/grunge band from Clifton, NJ
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Cold October is a distinct sounding emo/rock/grunge band straight out of Clifton, NJ. We are out to dominate the world! No, seriously...
Story behind the song
This song is a pretty strong one with somewhat of a political statement behind it as well. I wrote it very shortly after the incident involving the band Great White at a Rhode Island night club in which a fire was started and around 100 people died with many more left injured. At the time, the band members felt responsible for the tremendous loss of life in the audience, and on a much more personal level, devastated over the fact that they also lost guitarist Ty Longley. They decided it was in everyone's best interest to stop touring and "call it a day". When all was said and done, Ty Longley's dream of playing in a rock & roll band for adoring fans vanished along with the similar goals and dreams of the remaining members of the band.
During all of this commotion, the press gave the incident more than its fair share of coverage and it was hard to come across one single reporter that did not seem to disagree with the common view that there is no such thing as bad PR (in other words, the Great White having their band name plastered all over every paper, web site, and TV screen, even if it was for a horrible reason, still amounted to nothing but good publicity). Although this might be true in the end, it was a tremendously inappropriate and distasteful view if one was to think about how the band members and surviving family members must have felt about the ordeal.
On top of conveying this message in the song, I was also making a plea to everyone reading/listening: don't let your big dreams go to waste. We're only on this earth for so long, so you should spend every minute wisely. Ironically enough, Ty Longely's time here ended while in pursuit of his big dreams. But, if he were to die while doing some kind of physical labor for minimum wage, then what would he have had to say for himself? At least he could say he tried and, to some extent, fulfilled his dreams. This should be a lesson to everyone else: Don't sell yourself short; There is no better time than now to start closing in on your goals.
Lyrics
on the road with his guitar, and the rush he gets will take him far. the press says there's no such thing as bad PR, they've lost their minds! and the things he could have said, repeated like a pain inside his head, when that great white turned to red, he lost his dream, in reality. what about your big dreams? what happened to your big dreams!?
