I've been a singier all my life and love music...Stones, Who, Zepplin, Doors, Nirvana, Roses, Floyd, Buckley, Velvet Underground, Jam,....etc etc. But I've never heard an artist like Ren. Ironically Ren has killed all other music for me. Because all I can listen to now is Ren...........I've given up trying to find the words to justify how good he is let alone describe his music........They'll be writing dissertations and studying his work as they do The Beatles and Bowie and in a 100 years and more from now. As they do Mozart, Beethoven etc....
@@Medicinemen100'm completely in the same boat! I'm not a serious musician but I've got 30 years of going to shows and being obsessive about music in my belt. I play classical clarinet, I love jazz and punk and edm and hip hop and country. I've seen b.b. King live and Ken Vandermark and Fugazi and wu tang and lcd and the national and Dolly and Bruce and ... You get it. But so many of my friends don't get it and I'm so baffled by how they can't get it. They like music as much as I do but they don't like this and I am entirely clueless as to how there are people who hear one song and that's it, their done... How can they not just listen to this all of the time...???
I'm not musically inclined at all. I never had a fave artist or anything like that. Glad I'm gettin to experience it at nearly 40. Finally, I feel like some1 on the (deserved) legends level is here.
The second part is in relation to his friend Joe who Ren lost when they were young. Ren was informed he was on the bridge and took off to get there. He was calling as he made his way and the line was engaged. Then the line become unreachable. Ren thinks he was a couple of minutes too late. He was the first person on site. That bit in the video with the skulls becoming faces, if you look the faces are just starting to become raised fists. I take from that while there is still life there is resistance. Ren is a very important artist for our time. Doesn't matter the technicalities and who is better than who, for the people who need him he is currently a light in the dark.
@@jhoop842 yeah I know it's an AI video and I wasn't necessarily meaning there was deliberate intent behind that or that my interpretation is even correct. Ren pointed out the fists on a live stream he did and from there I kinda leapt to my own conclusions. It's all very Gerald Scarfe/Pink Floydesque.
@@jhoop842 Stable Diffusion, which is what was used, isn't random. It doesn't just generate things at will. It requires prompts to direct it as to what it generated or altered, what styles to use, etc. etc.
77 year old Gramma, crying tears on Vancouver Island , , hoping praying that this boy, finds some piece, finds some joy, I can see his heart is breakin by his friend when he was taken. No more tears now, it's crazy fears now, but your brother he is rested, while your still being tested. Been binge watching anything Ren for a week, beginning of course with Hi Ren,,! I turned my 50 year old son on to this one, lost his best friend Johnny ,20 years ago, his heart is still sore. Love you guys, I watch the diss to King Rotta (intentional), every morning and it bends me over each time. Now I want to Rap, I know some shit, have 4 kids, 8 grandkids,,everything from Beethoven to the Sex Pistols, country, metal, and my old time ROCK AND ROLL,,,,Blew holes in the speakers at our house more thank once. Love you boys,,,,,,Cheers, Peace. Bye from granny wants to Rap.
The last part was added after his interview with Knox Hill when Ren felt he hadn't finished the song completely. He has just returned to the UK after some stem cell treatment in Canada, for a break. He went to his home town of Anglesey in Wales, and handed over a cheque for £21000 that he raised for the Royal National Lifeboat Society who spent so much time trying to find Joe's body after he'd jumped from the Menai Bridge. Ren also visited Joe's parents and they asked him to play this track. I think he's finally starting to heal :)
This is in relation to his close mate Joe Hughes who took his own life about 13 ish years ago. He added that bit on after his interview with Knox Hill. He ran to meet Joe at the bridge and was too late hence the “late like a jerk” line 🖤
Ren has been carrying the guilt for not being able to save his friend for so many years. However, what if he did manage to save him??? Sadly, someone ( not necessarily his friend Joe) in that mind frame of ending it all will only choose another time. We can't be there for everyone 24/7 and that unfortunately is the reality. I do hope that this song reaches out to anyone who is in a dark place for them to reach out to friends/family or professional help..... to help them through the difficult times
Have you seen the live version of the second part of this song? It's so emotional and raw... absolutely stunning and deep, Ren did an incredible job and I hope he heals from everything too.
So deep and that last part just raw emotion 😢❤. He said the song was left unfinished for ages and then he sat down and the words just fell out of him. R.I.P Joe.
The follow up is called For Joe and it's beautiful Ren play's the piano so well,Ren was also in a band called the big push well worth checking out ,one of my favourites is I shot the sheriff road to Zion hip-hop the version that has 8.5M views great reaction btw 😊
He's talking about his best friend Joe, who jumped off a bridge. You guys really need to dive in to more of his stuff. Especially his stuff with Chinchilla, because he does some songs with her, that also deal with Joe's suicide. Guys, this guy is a legend already. And you haven't done "Sick Boi" yet? Another Ren classic "Must see" video.
Ren is a beast in what he does. But watching your vids, your production values is off the chart, very well done, new sub right here. Keep up the great work
You can't stop re-thinking what could have been done differently.. And it`s not a choice.. Its just there all the time.. What if.. Great reaction.. Shit i love Rens brain...
The first part is about Ren and how he concidered it at times but aftrer his friend did it and he saw how much pain and sorrow it caused to others and Joe’s family, he said he would never do it.
The video is made up of AI created scenes alongside footage of Ren that was also filtered through the same AI. I can't remember the person that did the AI rendering, but Ren has mentioned his name either in one of his community posts or maybe the twitch stream he held after the premier of the song. So far as the details about his friend that took his life, Ren posted a community post on 1st of June that gives all the backstory leading up to the completed song. Everything below between the * symbols I've copied from Ren's community post for you... * 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. This will be my next release. You can turn on notifications by following the link in the comments below During this campaign I will be raising money for the RNLI, the group of brave men and women who spent hours tirelessly looking for Joe after the night he went missing. I'll also be donating 50% of the profit on all copies of the 'Freckled Angels' album directly to Joes family as a nice surprise gift. I will include links to the RNLI donation page below where 100% of the money will go to support them, I will be travelling to the UK later this month to make a music video, and have carved out a couple of days where I will travel to my home town on the isle of Anglesey to present the royal national lifeboat institution with a cheque of all the money raised.*
The video is made by the AI engine ChatGPT. Ren and his team put guidelines and scripts in and this turned out. Fun fact: The ChatGPT put the peaces in from Sickboi by itself! SICK!
This is just non-standard Stable Diffusion AI. Anyone can do this same style from their computer with just a bit of Googling. Well, the "style" isn't a style so much as it's a side effect to how Stable Diffusion is in constant state of generating artifacts. You can then just direct what you want to see via prompts. With that said, Ren is releasing an "acoustic live" version of this in 4 days, followed by his next single "Murderer" in July.
Posted by Ren Ren: 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. This will be my next release. You can turn on notifications by following the link in the comments below During this campaign I will be raising money for the RNLI, the group of brave men and women who spent hours tirelessly looking for Joe after the night he went missing. I'll also be donating 50% of the profit on all copies of the 'Freckled Angels' album directly to Joes family as a nice surprise gift. I will include links to the RNLI donation page below where 100% of the money will go to support them, I will be travelling to the UK later this month to make a music video, and have carved out a couple of days where I will travel to my home town on the isle of Anglesey to present the royal national lifeboat institution with a cheque of all the money raised.
the line about losing your child hood due to possible sucide, i have had serious mental health issues all my life. im 36 now and will never get to lvie a normal life due to them. at age 15 i was going to end it 1 night and i was on the computer talking to friends and 1 of them sensed something and called the police. cops came about 15-20 mins fromw when i was going to do it when myd ad went to bed and had to go to the ;psych hospital and i had to explain my issues and my whoile life to their main therapist whcih ended up being like 6 straight hours of unloading everything in one night til like 430-500 am. i mwent home slept for like 5 hours and wen to school.....well it go around school fast and many people thought i did it beause i didnt show up the first 3 periods for school which it then got around the school and i showed up.....nearly everyone i knew at school treated me like a different person and i also felt different after i woke up. that was the day the rest of my child hood disappeared, i ended up going to home schooling less than a month later at charter school that was new that i asked my dad at the beginning of the school year if i could go there but he said no but thenhe changed his mind after what happen. i should have stayed there for the rest but i no longer had a way to go to the school u were suppose to go once every 2 weeks. it was a 30mine drive in the same town in the middle of the country and the border of the town.....my aunts car got stolen and couldnt get another. the moment of losing your child hood thats directly related to a specific day and that u could feel it, which is a really weird feeling that some one life me who was the guy who was the guy who never frowned and was upbeat and the weird crazy kid in the sense i was on the odd/funny side...i was different, my best friends even saw it. im not trying to say boohoo me, ive studied psychology for 20 years due to my families history of mental health problems that got passed down to me. it helped me accept the issues that i had and the high likely hood they were going to get worse as they did. its a long story. that line when i first heard it when it came out that it hit me like a brick to remembering that exact feeling.
Interesting how you weren’t certain about the pov in this song. Never listened to it like that on this track, but on that other song where Ren openly talks about his friend Joe Hughes taking his own life and about the impact that had and still has on him, ie the Ren & Chinchilla collab “How to be me” I did take that double approach of listening to the lyrics myself, doubly interpreting every single verse both from the perspectives of both Ren and of Joe (except for the last few lines that clearly are written from Ren’s POV). In that song I found the similarities between what goes on in the mind of someone with suicidal ideation on the one hand vs. the thoughts of those who are left behind to be quite astounding and eye-opening. I don’t know if Ren intended to leave this possibility of double interpretation there so widely open that a listener might imho quite easily switch between the pov of Ren and that of Joe throughout the entire song almost. I myself do believe it to be absolutely possible to listen to that song both ways and that that possibility actually highly enriches both the meaning and the emotional power exuded by the song, regardless whether this was intended by the author or not. I get even more profound insights and a message that feels even more intensely empathic by doubly interpreting ‘How to me’ as said, making the work even more impactful for me personally than it would have been without listening & interpreting it from both perspectives… Anyway, seems like it’s time for you guys to finally discover Ren’s vocal talents and to actually hear him sing for a change. Personally I prefer the live version of ‘How to be me’ to the studio version cos it is much more intense, raw and emotional, so I’d suggest giving that one a listen. Earlier I suggested trying Oude Geuze as the beer of choice for that reaction, though I’m fully aware that Oude Geuzes are not for everyone, having that very bitter and sour taste that is so typical for them. Furthermore you guys told me earlier that you never tried it and that it wasn’t available where you live. So I’ve taken the liberty of looking up an online store that ships worldwide (trying to avoid any problems youtube might have with full URLs in comments, I’m just going to state that shop is named belgianshop(dot)com and that you can find a varied sample of Oude Geuzes when you look up product reference PB190315C there). Still, keep in mind that I warned you that this particular type of beer (which can only be found in Belgium btw) is a bit of an acquired taste. On the other hand though, Oude Geuze for me is by far the most refreshing beer to enjoy on a hot summers day. Plus no real beer enthousiast should be completely unaware of what these gems taste like, regardless whether you guys end up loving or hating it, so I do suggest giving it at least a try (my personal favs from the tasting pack I mentioned are 3 Fonteinen, Oud Boon & Oud Beersel, + might I also suggest avoiding sampling the ‘mort subite’ for this particular suggested song reaction as it would just be too morbid to anyone who understands what ‘mort subite’ means…). Whether you decide to follow up on my recommendation or not, I’ll be looking forward to further Ren reaction from you guys. you clearly have good taste 😂, so I’m in! Love these reactions, keep ‘em coming! 👌
Ren's heavy breathing at the transition represents him being out of breath from running as fast as he could to the bridge where Joe was. He got a call saying Joe was was there and he was thinking about jumping. Ren lived was closest to the bridge so he got dressed ran there as fast as he could and calling Joe the whole time and it's phone would ring alot and go to voicemail so he thought he still okay. When Ren got there he didn't see Joe anywhere so he called his phone and immediately it said, " this phone is no longer in service" and you only get that message when a phone has been broken or submerged in water and no longer working. So Ren was two minutes too late 😢 RIP JOE Hughes, my family and friends and everyone else in the world lost to suicide.
I'll eventually check, beause I just subscribed to you tonight, but did you do any of his stuff with his group "The Big Push"? Or any of his stuff with Chinchilla? Or his stuff with Sam Tompkins? . Ren is a genius. I'm totally obsessed with him. That stuff near the end where he was listing ppl he missed, was because he has pushed all those old friends aside, because he has had a hard time dealing with his other friend's suicide.
This man has me singing about murder and suicide out in public when I listen to him out and about the looks I get are so worth it 😆 although the subject matter for this song is a sad one 😢
I can definitely relate to this so much after losing 3 ppl in my life I was close to by suicide 1 was supposed to be my future husband we went on 1 date he died 3 days later because of my ex and his friends threatening him he died the same day I was raped he asked me to forgive him someday in a letter and that he loved me he was protecting me my ex threatened to kill me and his grandma if he didn’t do it I still got hurt in the end I miss him everyday he was 16 he’d be 25 now I’m 24 now I was 15 at the time and then 2 others my uncle on my dads side only one I knew from him and a friend of mine I was close to for 1yr before getting with my abusive ex but anyway here’s what Ren said about the song for the end about his friend joe hope this helps out for those who can’t read it. Despite what the song is about and the theme of the heartfelt lyrics, ‘Su!cIde’ delivers a melody that can be described as upbeat as Ren seeks to find a balance in amongst the bittersweet sorrow of losing a loved one in this manner. The story behind this song is a very emotional one, as you will see below. “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.” Ren will raising money for the RNLI, the group of brave men and women who spent hours tirelessly looking for Joe after the night he went missing
@@BeersBars thank you so much I’m so used to lose I guess that’s the price of being a good person and caring about everyone a trait I get from my mom not my dad all he cares about is himself but anyway thank you again and I hope the story about RENs song helped out🫶🏽
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.
The video is using text prompt to video A.I, it is new tech so is unstable hence the constantly evolving corrections, brilliant that he used the flaws in the technology to express the unstable aspects of mental illness.
Bo Burnham Kanye Rant. If you like it follow it up with. Bo Burnham All Eyes On Me. It`s a bit late but ill bet still hot. And I don`t need to explain it, plenty of others will when you do this.
Hey fellas. Nice reaction to a deep song. If you're taking suggestions, and since you both enjoy bars, react to Harry Mack. Best freestyler IMO. Also, I suggest to people who enjoy Ren to check out Twenty One Pilots.
⛔TRIGGER WARNING - SUICIDE ⛔ The visuals to this masterpiece is what my depression looks like. L i t t e r a l l y. I don't wish my suicidal thoughts on anyone, and I've never been helped by group therapy (why should others feeling the same pain, or worse than me, give me calm and happiness? all it does it make life even bleaker, more meaningless, not being able to help), but Ren's music makes me feel seen and less alone, and that others feel the same about his creations makes it easier for me to breathe. I'm so very thankful for your reaction. I'm still suicidal and can't remember a time when I wasn't, and the only thing keeping me here isn't the love to my child and husband, friends and family. It's not even fear of dying. I know this sounds awful and I know by opening up to strangers online I'll get so much hate, and I don't give a flying fuck! There's 100 haters on every 1 that gives me love and feedback, and that's thanks to music, and the last 5 years of my life freaking TH-cam and reactions, people like you two! 🖤 It gives me the opportunity to actually experience music through other people's eyes and minds, and my gratitude for letting us in on your ride is a gift, so thank you so very much. 🖤🖤🖤 And to the 1% actually not hating me I'm forever in awe of your ability to actually see me and don't put the burden of blame and shame on me. Because in all honesty: no one hates me more than me. I wish you all the best! 🖤 From STHLM, Sweden
Maybe do at least a little research before reacting to a song like this Knowing the story, which Ren has provided, provides context that makes it much more meaningful when you do hear the song
dont care what anyone says, ren is the best ive ever heard
I agree!
Definitely... 🐐
I've been a singier all my life and love music...Stones, Who, Zepplin, Doors, Nirvana, Roses, Floyd, Buckley, Velvet Underground, Jam,....etc etc. But I've never heard an artist like Ren. Ironically Ren has killed all other music for me. Because all I can listen to now is Ren...........I've given up trying to find the words to justify how good he is let alone describe his music........They'll be writing dissertations and studying his work as they do The Beatles and Bowie and in a 100 years and more from now. As they do Mozart, Beethoven etc....
@@Medicinemen100'm completely in the same boat! I'm not a serious musician but I've got 30 years of going to shows and being obsessive about music in my belt. I play classical clarinet, I love jazz and punk and edm and hip hop and country. I've seen b.b. King live and Ken Vandermark and Fugazi and wu tang and lcd and the national and Dolly and Bruce and ... You get it.
But so many of my friends don't get it and I'm so baffled by how they can't get it. They like music as much as I do but they don't like this and I am entirely clueless as to how there are people who hear one song and that's it, their done... How can they not just listen to this all of the time...???
I'm not musically inclined at all. I never had a fave artist or anything like that.
Glad I'm gettin to experience it at nearly 40.
Finally, I feel like some1 on the (deserved) legends level is here.
The second part is in relation to his friend Joe who Ren lost when they were young. Ren was informed he was on the bridge and took off to get there. He was calling as he made his way and the line was engaged. Then the line become unreachable. Ren thinks he was a couple of minutes too late. He was the first person on site.
That bit in the video with the skulls becoming faces, if you look the faces are just starting to become raised fists. I take from that while there is still life there is resistance.
Ren is a very important artist for our time. Doesn't matter the technicalities and who is better than who, for the people who need him he is currently a light in the dark.
@@jhoop842 Ren added some fan art that was sent to him and ran through some of the AI filters.
@@jhoop842 yeah I know it's an AI video and I wasn't necessarily meaning there was deliberate intent behind that or that my interpretation is even correct. Ren pointed out the fists on a live stream he did and from there I kinda leapt to my own conclusions. It's all very Gerald Scarfe/Pink Floydesque.
Thank you for sharing the back story 🙏🍻
@@kellyt5341that’s really cool, I hadn’t heard that
@@jhoop842 Stable Diffusion, which is what was used, isn't random. It doesn't just generate things at will. It requires prompts to direct it as to what it generated or altered, what styles to use, etc. etc.
77 year old Gramma, crying tears on Vancouver Island , , hoping praying that this boy, finds some piece, finds some joy, I can see his heart is breakin by his friend when he was taken. No more tears now, it's crazy fears now, but your brother he is rested, while your still being tested. Been binge watching anything Ren for a week, beginning of course with Hi Ren,,! I turned my 50 year old son on to this one, lost his best friend Johnny ,20 years ago, his heart is still sore. Love you guys, I watch the diss to King Rotta (intentional), every morning and it bends me over each time. Now I want to Rap, I know some shit, have 4 kids, 8 grandkids,,everything from Beethoven to the Sex Pistols, country, metal, and my old time ROCK AND ROLL,,,,Blew holes in the speakers at our house more thank once. Love you boys,,,,,,Cheers, Peace. Bye from granny wants to Rap.
The last part was added after his interview with Knox Hill when Ren felt he hadn't finished the song completely. He has just returned to the UK after some stem cell treatment in Canada, for a break. He went to his home town of Anglesey in Wales, and handed over a cheque for £21000 that he raised for the Royal National Lifeboat Society who spent so much time trying to find Joe's body after he'd jumped from the Menai Bridge. Ren also visited Joe's parents and they asked him to play this track. I think he's finally starting to heal :)
That's awesome, Thank you for letting us know 🙏🍻
Ren is Iconic
The amount of tears shed due to this song has to make oceans overflow 🥺
This is in relation to his close mate Joe Hughes who took his own life about 13 ish years ago. He added that bit on after his interview with Knox Hill. He ran to meet Joe at the bridge and was too late hence the “late like a jerk” line 🖤
Ren has been carrying the guilt for not being able to save his friend for so many years. However, what if he did manage to save him??? Sadly, someone ( not necessarily his friend Joe) in that mind frame of ending it all will only choose another time. We can't be there for everyone 24/7 and that unfortunately is the reality.
I do hope that this song reaches out to anyone who is in a dark place for them to reach out to friends/family or professional help..... to help them through the difficult times
Have you seen the live version of the second part of this song? It's so emotional and raw... absolutely stunning and deep, Ren did an incredible job and I hope he heals from everything too.
He's talking about Joe Hughes. Freckled Angels for reference
Will need to read up on him, thank you for sharing 🙏🍻
RIP JOE HUGHES 🖤
So deep and that last part just raw emotion 😢❤. He said the song was left unfinished for ages and then he sat down and the words just fell out of him. R.I.P Joe.
I agree with you. Ren ia above and beyond the norm. He is amazing!
The beginning of that last part when hes breathing always makes me nervous like I can't breath. Hurts, sad. Wow Ren the goat.
The follow up is called For Joe and it's beautiful Ren play's the piano so well,Ren was also in a band called the big push well worth checking out ,one of my favourites is I shot the sheriff road to Zion hip-hop the version that has 8.5M views great reaction btw 😊
Hi Guys. Second Part off the Song Ren do becouse off Interview whit Knox Hill first part was done.Much love from Europe-Austria
Ren was literally minutes away from saving his friend Joe.
He's talking about his best friend Joe, who jumped off a bridge. You guys really need to dive in to more of his stuff. Especially his stuff with Chinchilla, because he does some songs with her, that also deal with Joe's suicide. Guys, this guy is a legend already. And you haven't done "Sick Boi" yet? Another Ren classic "Must see" video.
Ren is a beast in what he does. But watching your vids, your production values is off the chart, very well done, new sub right here. Keep up the great work
Really appreciate it and welcome to the Buzz Fam ✌️🍻
Ren is a clean artist i respect the delivery
The first part is self reflection on suicide, the second part is purely about his friend, Joe. Sleep tight, sweet dreams, Joe.
This year??? I´ve been NEVER touched like this by any song I´ve ever heard!
You can't stop re-thinking what could have been done differently.. And it`s not a choice.. Its just there all the time.. What if.. Great reaction.. Shit i love Rens brain...
The first part is about Ren and how he concidered it at times but aftrer his friend did it and he saw how much pain and sorrow it caused to others and Joe’s family, he said he would never do it.
Ren's just different full stop - so creative....doesn't miss - love it thanks guys
Do Ren & Chinchilla. There duets are great. But Chinchilla live version of fingers is a master class on vocals
Brilliant video. I love how youve wired up your LED lights in the cabinet in the background to pair up with the video youre watching. ❤
R.I.P Joe! Thanks for doing this one guys, much love and have a great day!
The mom thing may be a double as well. At face value it may be his actual mother but both here and in seven sins he references pain as his mother.
The video is made up of AI created scenes alongside footage of Ren that was also filtered through the same AI. I can't remember the person that did the AI rendering, but Ren has mentioned his name either in one of his community posts or maybe the twitch stream he held after the premier of the song. So far as the details about his friend that took his life, Ren posted a community post on 1st of June that gives all the backstory leading up to the completed song. Everything below between the * symbols I've copied from Ren's community post for you...
* 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. This will be my next release. You can turn on notifications by following the link in the comments below
During this campaign I will be raising money for the RNLI, the group of brave men and women who spent hours tirelessly looking for Joe after the night he went missing. I'll also be donating 50% of the profit on all copies of the 'Freckled Angels' album directly to Joes family as a nice surprise gift. I will include links to the RNLI donation page below where 100% of the money will go to support them, I will be travelling to the UK later this month to make a music video, and have carved out a couple of days where I will travel to my home town on the isle of Anglesey to present the royal national lifeboat institution with a cheque of all the money raised.*
The video is made by the AI engine ChatGPT. Ren and his team put guidelines and scripts in and this turned out. Fun fact: The ChatGPT put the peaces in from Sickboi by itself! SICK!
This is just non-standard Stable Diffusion AI. Anyone can do this same style from their computer with just a bit of Googling. Well, the "style" isn't a style so much as it's a side effect to how Stable Diffusion is in constant state of generating artifacts. You can then just direct what you want to see via prompts. With that said, Ren is releasing an "acoustic live" version of this in 4 days, followed by his next single "Murderer" in July.
A good, supportive message at the end my friends☮
Posted by Ren
Ren:
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. This will be my next release. You can turn on notifications by following the link in the comments below
During this campaign I will be raising money for the RNLI, the group of brave men and women who spent hours tirelessly looking for Joe after the night he went missing. I'll also be donating 50% of the profit on all copies of the 'Freckled Angels' album directly to Joes family as a nice surprise gift. I will include links to the RNLI donation page below where 100% of the money will go to support them, I will be travelling to the UK later this month to make a music video, and have carved out a couple of days where I will travel to my home town on the isle of Anglesey to present the royal national lifeboat institution with a cheque of all the money raised.
had me in tears this one!!
Great example of using the new AI tools to generate the video. Limits are your own creativity. Love it.
Survivors guilt is a bitch, I feel it every day
One day at a time, make each one count! Stay strong ✌️🍻
the line about losing your child hood due to possible sucide, i have had serious mental health issues all my life. im 36 now and will never get to lvie a normal life due to them. at age 15 i was going to end it 1 night and i was on the computer talking to friends and 1 of them sensed something and called the police. cops came about 15-20 mins fromw when i was going to do it when myd ad went to bed and had to go to the ;psych hospital and i had to explain my issues and my whoile life to their main therapist whcih ended up being like 6 straight hours of unloading everything in one night til like 430-500 am. i mwent home slept for like 5 hours and wen to school.....well it go around school fast and many people thought i did it beause i didnt show up the first 3 periods for school which it then got around the school and i showed up.....nearly everyone i knew at school treated me like a different person and i also felt different after i woke up.
that was the day the rest of my child hood disappeared, i ended up going to home schooling less than a month later at charter school that was new that i asked my dad at the beginning of the school year if i could go there but he said no but thenhe changed his mind after what happen. i should have stayed there for the rest but i no longer had a way to go to the school u were suppose to go once every 2 weeks. it was a 30mine drive in the same town in the middle of the country and the border of the town.....my aunts car got stolen and couldnt get another.
the moment of losing your child hood thats directly related to a specific day and that u could feel it, which is a really weird feeling that some one life me who was the guy who was the guy who never frowned and was upbeat and the weird crazy kid in the sense i was on the odd/funny side...i was different, my best friends even saw it. im not trying to say boohoo me, ive studied psychology for 20 years due to my families history of mental health problems that got passed down to me. it helped me accept the issues that i had and the high likely hood they were going to get worse as they did. its a long story.
that line when i first heard it when it came out that it hit me like a brick to remembering that exact feeling.
Interesting how you weren’t certain about the pov in this song. Never listened to it like that on this track, but on that other song where Ren openly talks about his friend Joe Hughes taking his own life and about the impact that had and still has on him, ie the Ren & Chinchilla collab “How to be me” I did take that double approach of listening to the lyrics myself, doubly interpreting every single verse both from the perspectives of both Ren and of Joe (except for the last few lines that clearly are written from Ren’s POV).
In that song I found the similarities between what goes on in the mind of someone with suicidal ideation on the one hand vs. the thoughts of those who are left behind to be quite astounding and eye-opening. I don’t know if Ren intended to leave this possibility of double interpretation there so widely open that a listener might imho quite easily switch between the pov of Ren and that of Joe throughout the entire song almost. I myself do believe it to be absolutely possible to listen to that song both ways and that that possibility actually highly enriches both the meaning and the emotional power exuded by the song, regardless whether this was intended by the author or not. I get even more profound insights and a message that feels even more intensely empathic by doubly interpreting ‘How to me’ as said, making the work even more impactful for me personally than it would have been without listening & interpreting it from both perspectives…
Anyway, seems like it’s time for you guys to finally discover Ren’s vocal talents and to actually hear him sing for a change. Personally I prefer the live version of ‘How to be me’ to the studio version cos it is much more intense, raw and emotional, so I’d suggest giving that one a listen.
Earlier I suggested trying Oude Geuze as the beer of choice for that reaction, though I’m fully aware that Oude Geuzes are not for everyone, having that very bitter and sour taste that is so typical for them. Furthermore you guys told me earlier that you never tried it and that it wasn’t available where you live. So I’ve taken the liberty of looking up an online store that ships worldwide (trying to avoid any problems youtube might have with full URLs in comments, I’m just going to state that shop is named belgianshop(dot)com and that you can find a varied sample of Oude Geuzes when you look up product reference PB190315C there).
Still, keep in mind that I warned you that this particular type of beer (which can only be found in Belgium btw) is a bit of an acquired taste. On the other hand though, Oude Geuze for me is by far the most refreshing beer to enjoy on a hot summers day. Plus no real beer enthousiast should be completely unaware of what these gems taste like, regardless whether you guys end up loving or hating it, so I do suggest giving it at least a try (my personal favs from the tasting pack I mentioned are 3 Fonteinen, Oud Boon & Oud Beersel, + might I also suggest avoiding sampling the ‘mort subite’ for this particular suggested song reaction as it would just be too morbid to anyone who understands what ‘mort subite’ means…).
Whether you decide to follow up on my recommendation or not, I’ll be looking forward to further Ren reaction from you guys. you clearly have good taste 😂, so I’m in! Love these reactions, keep ‘em coming! 👌
Ren's heavy breathing at the transition represents him being out of breath from running as fast as he could to the bridge where Joe was. He got a call saying Joe was was there and he was thinking about jumping. Ren lived was closest to the bridge so he got dressed ran there as fast as he could and calling Joe the whole time and it's phone would ring alot and go to voicemail so he thought he still okay. When Ren got there he didn't see Joe anywhere so he called his phone and immediately it said, " this phone is no longer in service" and you only get that message when a phone has been broken or submerged in water and no longer working. So Ren was two minutes too late 😢 RIP JOE Hughes, my family and friends and everyone else in the world lost to suicide.
I'll eventually check, beause I just subscribed to you tonight, but did you do any of his stuff with his group "The Big Push"? Or any of his stuff with Chinchilla? Or his stuff with Sam Tompkins? . Ren is a genius. I'm totally obsessed with him. That stuff near the end where he was listing ppl he missed, was because he has pushed all those old friends aside, because he has had a hard time dealing with his other friend's suicide.
We have not gotten there yet, but we do have a playlist for him and welcome to the Buzz Fam ✌️🍻
Lets always keep talking to eachother!❤
Ren is a modern day Bard!
This is about his friend joe Hughes
My bro Aaron Damon for once couldn't keep that smile on his face, this song is deep and saddening.
You know. The white shirt guy. I could see you know in some terrible way. You were feeling it
Gets me every time....
This man has me singing about murder and suicide out in public when I listen to him out and about the looks I get are so worth it 😆 although the subject matter for this song is a sad one 😢
You guys say Like after every word 😂😂
I can definitely relate to this so much after losing 3 ppl in my life I was close to by suicide 1 was supposed to be my future husband we went on 1 date he died 3 days later because of my ex and his friends threatening him he died the same day I was raped he asked me to forgive him someday in a letter and that he loved me he was protecting me my ex threatened to kill me and his grandma if he didn’t do it I still got hurt in the end I miss him everyday he was 16 he’d be 25 now I’m 24 now I was 15 at the time and then 2 others my uncle on my dads side only one I knew from him and a friend of mine I was close to for 1yr before getting with my abusive ex but anyway here’s what Ren said about the song for the end about his friend joe hope this helps out for those who can’t read it.
Despite what the song is about and the theme of the heartfelt lyrics, ‘Su!cIde’ delivers a melody that can be described as upbeat as Ren seeks to find a balance in amongst the bittersweet sorrow of losing a loved one in this manner.
The story behind this song is a very emotional one, as you will see below.
“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.” Ren will raising money for the RNLI, the group of brave men and women who spent hours tirelessly looking for Joe after the night he went missing
Sorry for your loss 🙏🍻
@@BeersBars thank you so much I’m so used to lose I guess that’s the price of being a good person and caring about everyone a trait I get from my mom not my dad all he cares about is himself but anyway thank you again and I hope the story about RENs song helped out🫶🏽
Read the comments from Ren under the song.
his friend Joe jumped this is dedicated to Joe
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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.
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The video is using text prompt to video A.I, it is new tech so is unstable hence the constantly evolving corrections, brilliant that he used the flaws in the technology to express the unstable aspects of mental illness.
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Bo Burnham Kanye Rant.
If you like it follow it up with.
Bo Burnham All Eyes On Me.
It`s a bit late but ill bet still hot. And I don`t need to explain it, plenty of others will when you do this.
Have you guys done ren/the big push - I shot the sheriff?
Not yet, but we have a Ren playlist you can check out ✌️🍻
@@BeersBars Trust me, its special fellas.
Such sad song
Hey fellas. Nice reaction to a deep song.
If you're taking suggestions, and since you both enjoy bars, react to Harry Mack. Best freestyler IMO.
Also, I suggest to people who enjoy Ren to check out Twenty One Pilots.
Been a minute since we did Harry Mack but we will do more of his music soon ✌️🍻
⛔TRIGGER WARNING - SUICIDE ⛔
The visuals to this masterpiece is what my depression looks like. L i t t e r a l l y.
I don't wish my suicidal thoughts on anyone, and I've never been helped by group therapy (why should others feeling the same pain, or worse than me, give me calm and happiness? all it does it make life even bleaker, more meaningless, not being able to help), but Ren's music makes me feel seen and less alone, and that others feel the same about his creations makes it easier for me to breathe.
I'm so very thankful for your reaction.
I'm still suicidal and can't remember a time when I wasn't, and the only thing keeping me here isn't the love to my child and husband, friends and family. It's not even fear of dying. I know this sounds awful and I know by opening up to strangers online I'll get so much hate, and I don't give a flying fuck! There's 100 haters on every 1 that gives me love and feedback, and that's thanks to music, and the last 5 years of my life freaking TH-cam and reactions, people like you two! 🖤
It gives me the opportunity to actually experience music through other people's eyes and minds, and my gratitude for letting us in on your ride is a gift, so thank you so very much. 🖤🖤🖤
And to the 1% actually not hating me I'm forever in awe of your ability to actually see me and don't put the burden of blame and shame on me.
Because in all honesty: no one hates me more than me.
I wish you all the best! 🖤
From STHLM, Sweden
His best friend killed himself after leaving REN one night.
his mom took care of him he had a lot of trouble eating he has to eat a paleo diet processed foods mess with his auto immune disease
Maybe do at least a little research before reacting to a song like this
Knowing the story, which Ren has provided, provides context that makes it much more meaningful when you do hear the song
Clearly hasn’t heard Hi-Ren by Ren yet…..
We have a reaction to it ✌️🍻
@@BeersBars
Ahhh okay I have to Check that out!
@@SwayzeeSoul we have a whole Ren playlist ✌️🍻