Kasher has a very close relationship with Conor Oberst of Bright Eyes. They grew up in Nebraska together, went to the same Catholic high school, Creighton Prep. It is rumored that Tim taught Oberst to play guitar. In the Bright Eyes song, "Nothing Gets Crossed Out" Oberst sings, "yeah Tim I heard your album and it's better than good. When you get off tour I think we should hang and black out together." (referring to the album Black Out by The Good Life, released in 2002 on Saddle Creek Records.) Furthermore, Oberst later sang backup on the song "Staying Alive," from Cursive's 2003 effort The Ugly Organ.
Kasher temporarily disbanded Cursive after the departure of guitarist Steve Pedersen (who left to pursue a law degree at Duke University. He now leads the Saddle Creek band Criteria). He married and moved to Portland, Oregon. According to interviews, Kasher went through a bitter divorce in 2000, which led to the regrouping of Cursive, as well as providing the inspiration for The Good Life album Black Out, and Cursive's Domestica.
The Good Life was originally planned to be a solo project. Kasher wanted to experiment with different types of lyrics and melodies. He released Novena on a Nocturn on Better Looking Records. He then recruited Ryan Fox, Roger Lewis and Stephanie Drootin into the band and released Black Out, Lovers Need Lawyers EP and Album of the Year.
Kasher created a another record with Cursive which was released in August 2006, entitled Happy Hollow. In 2009, Cursive released their latest effort, 'Mama, I'm Swollen'. The Good Life, despite a near breakup in late 2005, returned to the studio to release the album, 'Help Wanted Nights' in September 2007.
Under his own name, Tim Kasher recorded a song called "Stranger Than Strangers" which was released on a compilation CD called "My Favorite Songwriters." He released the solo album 'The Game of Monogamy' in 2010, and a follow-up disc of songs from that session called 'Bigamy', in 2011.
Messes
Tim Kasher Lyrics
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Pull it tight, keep it taut
Wrapped up in each other's presence
Til the self is all but lost
Until we're unsure whose tongue is whose
Whose puppet string we've overused
Like married marionettes,
Say, I do,
Do I come off as insolent?
Overblown, arrogant
Do I come off self-important?
Well, to me, I kind of am
If you don't want to watch this wreck
Watch me lose all self respect
I can't say I'd blame you I'll
Blame myself
For my next mess
Sometimes, the world feels like a fist
I'm all choked up in its grip
If there's a reason we exist,
Surely, I've been blowing it
All of our friends are having kids
A new generation of little shits
It's all a bit suspect,
Yet hard to resist
Our next mess
The first verse of Tim Kasher's song "Messes" delves into the complexities of being deeply intertwined with someone else, despite the confusion and loss of individual identity that may result. The imagery of being tied up in a knot and wrapped up in each other's presence signifies a close and intimate connection. The reference to not knowing whose tongue or puppet string belongs to whom suggests a blurred boundary between the two individuals, almost as if they have become like "married marionettes" controlled by each other's actions and decisions. The line "Say, I do, to our next mess" implies a willingness to embrace the imperfections and challenges that come with such a deep emotional bond.
In the second verse, Kasher reflects on his own self-perception and questions whether he comes across as insolent, arrogant, or self-important. He admits to feeling a certain level of self-importance, recognizing his own flaws and vulnerabilities. The line "Watch me lose all self-respect" portrays a sense of internal struggle and self-criticism, hinting at a fear of failure or making mistakes. By blaming himself for his own "next mess," Kasher confronts his own responsibility in the outcomes of his actions and decisions.
The third verse captures a sense of existential unease and frustration with the world, as Kasher describes feeling trapped and overwhelmed by the pressures and uncertainties of existence. The metaphor of the world feeling like a fist and being choked up in its grip conveys a sense of suffocation and helplessness in the face of larger forces beyond one's control. The mention of friends having children and a new generation emerging symbolizes the passage of time and the cyclical nature of life, adding to the singer's feelings of inadequacy and a sense of missing the mark.
In the final lines, Kasher reflects on the paradoxical nature of human relationships and emotions, acknowledging the messiness and unpredictability that come with love and connection. The phrase "Our next mess" serves as a recurring motif throughout the song, emphasizing the inevitability of imperfection and chaos in life. Despite the uncertainties and challenges faced, there is a hint of acceptance and even a certain attraction to the messiness, suggesting a willingness to navigate the complexities of human relationships and experiences, no matter how messy or difficult they may be.
Line by Line Meaning
Let's get all tied up in a knot
Let's become emotionally tangled and interconnected
Pull it tight, keep it taut
Maintain the intensity of our relationship
Wrapped up in each other's presence
Fully immersed in each other's company
Til the self is all but lost
To the point where our individuality is diminished
Until we're unsure whose tongue is whose
Uncertain of where one person's thoughts end and the other's begin
Whose puppet string we've overused
We have relied on each other's influence excessively
Like married marionettes, Say, I do, To our next mess
Committing to facing the challenges of our relationship together
Do I come off as insolent?
Do I appear rude or disrespectful?
Overblown, arrogant
Exaggerated and prideful
Do I come off self-important?
Do I seem overly concerned with my own importance?
Well, to me, I kind of am
From my perspective, I do hold myself in high regard
If you don't want to watch this wreck
If you'd rather not witness our downfall
Watch me lose all self-respect
See me degrade my own sense of worth
I can't say I'd blame you I'll
I wouldn't fault you if you chose to distance yourself
Blame myself For my next mess
Take responsibility for the mistakes I'll make in the future
Sometimes, the world feels like a fist
At times, life feels constricting and forceful
I'm all choked up in its grip
Feeling suffocated by the pressures and demands of life
If there's a reason we exist, Surely, I've been blowing it
If there is a purpose to our existence, I must be failing to fulfill it
All of our friends are having kids
Our peers are starting families
A new generation of little shits
A new crop of troublemakers, likely referring to children
It's all a bit suspect, Yet hard to resist
It's questionable, but still appealing
Our next mess
The next challenge or complication we will face
Lyrics © ROUGH TRADE PUBLISHING
Written by: Tim Kasher
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