Sad, but True

Not long ago I was in a public place—a pool hall in Connecticut, let’s say—where the radio was tuned to 107.3, The Fox. It was a Tuesday, for sure, because The Fox was running its “Double Shot Tuesday” feature. The station plays two songs, back to back, by the same band. So, for instance, if you’re hearing Tesla’s cover of “Signs,” you know that “Love Song,” one of the all-time great power ballads, is probably up next. That’s the good news. The bad news is that you almost never get to hear a tune like Faith No More’s “Epic” on Double Shot Tuesday, since for the purposes of commercial radio Faith No More is strictly a single-shot band. I suspect that 107.3 The Fox did not invent the concept. In my home town of Fayetteville, Arkansas, 92.1 The Keg used to run “Two for Tuesday.” Maybe they still do. Maybe your local rock station does, too, if you even listen to FM radio, anymore.

The song that caught my attention was Metallica’s “Sad but True.” It’s a big, lurching anthem, brutally repetitive and heavy on the downbeat. I remembered that “Sad but True” was on Metallica’s eponymous album, sometimes called The Black Album (1991), which was their fifth LP and marked their mainstream turn. Under the guidance of the glam-rock engineer Bob Rock (Aerosmith, Bon Jovi, Loverboy), Metallica abandoned the intricate thrash metal of their earlier records and took on a glossier, consumer-friendly sound. The band that used to write thirteen-minute symphonic laments was now turning out neat little singles. On a Tuesday, you could fit two “Enter Sandmans” into one radio segment.

A lot was lost in the rebranding of Metallica. Their music, especially in the Master of Puppets era, used to be ferocious and gorgeous all at once—technically virtuostic, richly layered, a mighty spectacle. The new songs were stripped down to the engine and gears. When I was twelve, learning to play power chords on my crimson red Kramer, I had been enchanted by this band. By 1991 I had picked up a black Les Paul and moved on to Fugazi. The Black Album confirmed that Metallica had sold its soul.

Still, one thing wasn’t lost—a certain angry sentiment that you could read in the lyrics and feel in the drums. It’s hard to describe this feeling, but I’m talking about a special mixture of abjection and spite, nurtured by every metal fan, that hurts so good. A Mookish resentment. Let’s call it The Fury.

The Fury is, partly at least, the bitterness of adolescent males, especially of the white, hetero-, adolescent males in rural and suburban North America (though Metallica was said to be huge in central Europe, too). For some of us, it was an aspect of our estrangement from the smiling evangelicals who seemed to be running things, and it gave us a sense of belonging to a progressive counterculture. But The Fury has its reactionary varieties, too, no doubt. The truth that hard rock is no enemy of right-wing anger has been revealed many times, most gloriously by the headbanging, bowhunting beefcake of the northern wilds, Ted Nugent.

Metallica were the high priests of The Fury. They specialized in revenge fantasies. Their songs were about what it would feel like to wield a terrible power against your enemies. Think of the refrain in “The Four Horsemen”: “Choose your fate and die!” One of their first albums was called Kill ‘Em All. In this music, as in superhero comics and role-playing games, losers dreamed of domination.

Mooks and Metalheads, I’m not condescending. In my lonely Arkansas nights, I was one of you, swaddled in consoling Fury. After all, the trip from corporate thrash to do-it-yourself hardcore didn’t take me very far from adolescent bitterness. But what did come into view, meanwhile, was that The Fury was a swindle. The tycoons and their technicians, the Bob Rocks, were selling us our own wounds, dressing them in black. And we were buying The Fury up, under the illusion that it set us apart, above and against the banal happiness of mass culture.

Now, here’s where “Sad but True’ wins its terrible victory. In case you haven’t cued up Metallica’s Black Album for twenty years, in case you weren’t listening to The Fox on Tuesday, here are a few lines:

They, they betray.
I’m your only true friend now.
They, they’ll betray.
I’m forever there.

I’m your dream, make you real.
I’m your eyes when you must steal.
I’m your pain when you can’t feel.
Sad but true.

There is some aggressive “address” going on here. A weirdly powerful “I” is speaking to “you.” He tells you that he knows you better than you know yourself. He tells you that you’re deluded about your own autonomy. “You’re my mask,” he says later. “Do my dirty work.” He tells you, more or less, that he owns your ass, not least because you feel betrayed by somebody else. And he says all this straight to your face, in the full confidence that the disclosure won’t change a thing.

Other Metallica songs are allegories, too. Some people speculate, for instance, that the speaker in “Master of Puppets” is the voice of drug addiction: “Taste me you will see / More is all you need.” But who, or what, speaks in “Sad but True”?

There are almost no clues in the lyrics. It’s as if the hectoring James Hetfield is calling to us in his own voice, then spitting in our faces. Or, to take this another step, it’s as if we are listening directly to The Fury itself! And it’s telling us that we’ve been had. The resentment commodity, a consumer society’s consolation prize, speaks its mind. “You know it’s sad but true.”

These, anyhow, were my thoughts on a Tuesday, before the Sandman entered.

 

Caleb Smith is working on a solo project. He dedicates this track to his sister, Macy Madison.



  1. July 24, 2012 @ 10:32 am Sarah Mesle on Facebook

    I mean: METALLICA. This is basically why we made Avidly.

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  2. July 24, 2012 @ 10:34 am Mark Schaffer on Facebook

    This is just beautiful.

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  3. July 24, 2012 @ 10:35 am Hester Blum on Facebook

    I love Metallica and loved this piece, Caleb. Master of Puppets is the greatest album every. “Welcome Home (Sanitarium)” is a song I think of at least once a day, whenever hearing a 5-syllable word that ends in -ium. Planetarium, auditorium, natatorium, equilibrium, what have you.

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  4. July 24, 2012 @ 10:35 am Hester Blum on Facebook

    I love Metallica and loved this piece, Caleb. Master of Puppets is the greatest album every. “Welcome Home (Sanitarium)” is a song I think of at least once a day, whenever hearing a 5-syllable word that ends in -ium. Planetarium, auditorium, natatorium, equilibrium, what have you.

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  5. July 24, 2012 @ 10:37 am Hester Blum on Facebook

    Also, a pewter/drunk historiography connection: on the class trip to Busch Gardens of pewter story fame I was on a bus half filled with the popular kids, half with the burnouts/trenchcoaters. The popular kids kept screaming “NERDS” at the burnouts. When the burnouts disembarked from the bus upon our return home to Livingston High they made a little kind of prayer circle and headbanged it out to “One.” It was the most talismanic, beautiful gesture of solidarity against bullying, and I wanted to be One with them.

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  6. July 24, 2012 @ 10:37 am Hester Blum on Facebook

    Also, a pewter/drunk historiography connection: on the class trip to Busch Gardens of pewter story fame I was on a bus half filled with the popular kids, half with the burnouts/trenchcoaters. The popular kids kept screaming “NERDS” at the burnouts. When the burnouts disembarked from the bus upon our return home to Livingston High they made a little kind of prayer circle and headbanged it out to “One.” It was the most talismanic, beautiful gesture of solidarity against bullying, and I wanted to be One with them.

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  7. July 24, 2012 @ 10:39 am Peter Coviello on Facebook

    Oh my god this is tremendous.

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  8. July 24, 2012 @ 10:39 am Peter Coviello on Facebook

    Oh my god this is tremendous.

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  9. July 24, 2012 @ 10:43 am Hester Blum on Facebook

    A YouTuber’s comment for you Peter: “that awkward moment when you type ‘one’ in Youtube’s search bar and expect to see ‘one metallica’, but all the top results read ‘one direction . . .’ What has this world come to? =(“

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  10. July 24, 2012 @ 10:43 am Hester Blum on Facebook

    A YouTuber’s comment for you Peter: “that awkward moment when you type ‘one’ in Youtube’s search bar and expect to see ‘one metallica’, but all the top results read ‘one direction . . .’ What has this world come to? =(“

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  11. July 24, 2012 @ 10:44 am Peter Coviello on Facebook

    I would like to hear Hetfield singing “You don’t know you’re bu-ti-fu-UUUL”

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  12. July 24, 2012 @ 10:48 am Hester Blum on Facebook

    I think what you’re looking for is “Mirror stares back hard, kill, it’s such a friendly word/ Seems the only way for reaching out again”

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  13. July 24, 2012 @ 10:51 am Caleb Smith on Facebook

    Oh, oh, oh, Hester Blum and Peter Coviello, you don’t even want to get involved in a Mook-down with me.

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  14. July 24, 2012 @ 10:52 am Peter Coviello on Facebook

    But it would hurt so good!

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  15. July 24, 2012 @ 10:56 am Hester Blum on Facebook

    I think I first understood the dialectic at the Metallica/Guns n Rose show at Giants Stadium in 1992.

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  16. July 24, 2012 @ 10:57 am Caleb Smith on Facebook

    I didn’t make it to Giants Stadium in 1992. But I did see GREAT WHITE and TESLA at a college basketball gym in the freaking Ozarks.

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  17. July 24, 2012 @ 10:57 am Caleb Smith on Facebook

    I didn’t make it to Giants Stadium in 1992. But I did see GREAT WHITE and TESLA at a college basketball gym in the freaking Ozarks.

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  18. July 24, 2012 @ 10:57 am Caleb Smith on Facebook

    Avidly folks, check your map on Google Analytics: you are about to see unprecedented action from the state of Arkansas.

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  19. July 24, 2012 @ 10:57 am Caleb Smith on Facebook

    Avidly folks, check your map on Google Analytics: you are about to see unprecedented action from the state of Arkansas.

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  20. July 24, 2012 @ 11:41 am Peter Coviello on Facebook

    Also, I am anxious to stage, as soon as it may be feasible, a Mook-down.

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  21. July 24, 2012 @ 12:04 pm Macy Madison

    It’s beautiful. *WIPES TEAR*

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  22. July 24, 2012 @ 12:33 pm Peter Jaros

    So beautifully spot-on it woke up my inner thirteen year-old. That beautiful and embarrassing intersection of brutal (but weirdly asexual) testosterone and crystalline precision and prettiness that elevates frustration and anxiety to something coherent and aesthetic. Thank you for this appreciation of a stirring and deeply uncool feeling.

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  23. July 24, 2012 @ 3:23 pm Sarah Mesle on Facebook

    this piece and the subsequent conversation is really a) putting me back in the place of being around a lot of metal-loving thirteen year old rural boys, but better, and b) sparking an awesome back-channeled dueling match between Brandon Harvey and I about who gets to marry Hester Blum in which alternate universe.

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  24. July 24, 2012 @ 3:24 pm Peter Coviello on Facebook

    yeah dude that line’s deep

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  25. July 24, 2012 @ 3:24 pm Peter Coviello on Facebook

    (queue perhaps I should say)

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  26. July 24, 2012 @ 3:25 pm Sarah Mesle on Facebook

    omg after Hester wins the mook-down the rest of us can all have a Hester-down!

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  27. July 24, 2012 @ 3:26 pm Peter Coviello on Facebook

    Perhaps, but despite hopes for my own capacities I still feel pretty certain that Caleb is gonna win the shit out of that mook-down.

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  28. July 24, 2012 @ 3:26 pm Hester Blum on Facebook

    You guys are being totally un-metal.

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  29. July 24, 2012 @ 3:26 pm Hester Blum on Facebook

    (and aw shucks yo)

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  30. July 24, 2012 @ 3:27 pm Peter Coviello on Facebook

    @Hester: totally my biggest laugh of the day

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  31. July 24, 2012 @ 3:27 pm Hester Blum on Facebook

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