Frightened Rabbit - Painting of a Panic Attack (2016) Album • Page 16

It sucks that I'm getting into them more because of this. Heart goes out to his family and fans. He left behind a pretty amazing catalog that I wish I listened to while he was around.

 

Rest in peace, Scott. Really going to miss his voice and words. Soaking in their discography today. Man, "Little Drum" is so good.

 

Thank you for everything, Scott. I am devastated.

 

Just doesn’t feel real right now. Scott was such an amazing artist.

 

In the same boat. I saw them open for Death Cab in 2011 and they were fantastic. Listened to a few songs here and there but never really dug into them until this week. Heartbreaking.

 

Scott was an incredibly aware songwriter. His lyrics always had this acute awareness of the humans around him, this active perception of the natural movements of other people.
Scott cared. He cared about society, and about humanity, and about the land and the connection of land and people. There was something so holistic about his writing. He shaped modern Scottish music and he shaped my understanding of others.

For those of you who have never been to a Frightened Rabbit show, and especially a Scottish one, there was something incredible about it, like you knew everybody, this... universal joy and unity that was not frantic, just like a calm acceptance. Scott wrote music that was music for humans, in a viscerally communal sense, and it attaches us all together in that raw, organic expression of our deeper anxieties. It always reminds me I belong to this big family of living breathing beings that evolves in the same space as I do. Something about it is so peaceful, all these strong feelings he wrote about are always channeled into some kind of sublimated harmony.

Scott was also great graphic artist, with a humorous, surreal, delicate, profoundly kind line.



Rest in peace, Scott. You leave an empty chair in this community, as an artist, as a person, as a friend to so many of the people who work tirelessly to make the world a good place, just like you did. Thanks for everything you did, thanks for all the people and things your art will continue to help for years and years on.

 

I’ll start this post off by apologizing if it ends up being long. I first heard of Frightened Rabbit when I heard the song “Get Out” on my local college radio station. I loved the thick Scottish accent he sang with, and it reminded me somewhat of one of my favorite bands Biffy Clyro. I was lucky enough to use Shazaam to find out who the band was, and found out they had a new record coming out Painting Of A Panic Attack in a few weeks. I had a feeling this would become a band I’d listen to for years to come. For whatever reason (not based on quality of music) I didn’t become as enamored with them as I thought I would. When they put out an EP though last year I made sure to check it out, and I considered myself a casual fan.

When this news broke, it still devastated me all the same, because he, myself, and many others fight this daily struggle. It’s a fight with no involved but yourself. You can have a great day, feel depressed, and not even know why. Sometimes it’s situational, but sometimes you can’t even explain it. I’ve been on the edge of hurting everyone I know and love by leaving this world prematurely more times than I’m proud to admit. I hurt so much today for Scott and his family. I’m sure his family knew and tried to help him. I’m sure Scott appreciated the help. I’m sure he was thankful to have his loved ones. Sometimes that mental health struggle overcomes us, and it’s too much to take, and you think there’s no other way out. It hurts me knowing that he isn’t the first, and won’t be the last person in music, sports, entertainment, and in my own personal life who will lose the battle to depression. I’m scared sometimes I’ll be next. I frequent the Mental Health thread hoping to gain some help, and help others to the best of my ability. It scares me that someone here could possibly lose the battle. I have many private conversations outside of the thread with people because it’s good for myself and for them to have an outlet and someone to always remind myself and themselves that they are loved, and they would be missed. I’m not sure what my endgame is here in this post, and I feel like I’m just rambling at this point. This biggest takeaway is I feel absolutely awful for Scott and his family, and wish he could’ve found that person to talk him out of it, and to make him feel enough to save himself. Please reach out to people whether it’s someone close, someone who’s an acquaintance, or someone who is nothing more than a stranger on Chorus.fm. I know I’m one of many on this site who will say please PM me on here, on social media, etc. if you’re ever considering harming yourself. I’ve been lucky enough to have people on this site do the same for me, and I’d love to be able to keep paying it forward.

 

So heartbroken for his family and friends and everyone affected. Please reach out to someone if you're having a hard time with this. Love to all of you. ❤

 

Not sure any song will ever hit me harder than how Floating in the Forth is right now.

Such devastating news all around. He seemed to be such an honest, down to earth, and truly caring person. I feel so sorry for everyone.

 

Much love, man.

It's extremely tough when somebody you've looked up to for so long goes through with something you selfishly think of doing yourself.

We often feel like musicians are better at navigating through depression and the hardships of life. It's what draws a lot of us to music. We forget that they're just as fragile and the pain is just as real.

 

Re 2000 Trees festival

 

This is the right response by them.

 

Such sad news to wake up to. I feel devasted for his family and friends. Remember to tell your family and friends that you love them, you never know how much that might mean to someone.

 

I can back all of this.

There is something special about Keep Yourself Warm in a Scottish environment especially.

 

I hope everyone is doing okay

 

I think my absolute favorite Frightened Rabbit song is actually “It’s Christmas So We’ll Stop.” The holiday season is difficult for me every year for personal reasons and the first time I heard it I was floored by how dead on it was in its emotional honesty. Perfectly captured how I was feeling, and still feel, whenever Christmas rolls around again. Every year now for the last decade this has been the first Christmas song I listen to, and it has always been a comfort to close out the year with one of my favorite bands that seem to know just what I need to hear. Thank you, Scott. You may never know how many lives you positively impacted.

It's Christmas so we'll stop
It's on with the lights to warm the dark
It can cloak elsewhere
As the rot stops for today
Let the rot stop just for one day
Only good red eyes, red suits, and faces will radiate
And the cold will hide its face
Now the cold is turned away
We can be best friends with the people we hate
'Cause we've all got blood
And it's warmer than you think
Yeah it is warm and it is thick
We all breathe out clouds
We're built to give at least once each year
Now that's better than never I guess
And life might never get better than this
With the perfect excuse for our natures to change
And wear shiny clothes
Oh it's Christmas so press pause and we'll go

Oh it's Christmas so we'll stop
'Cause the wine on our breath puts the love in our tongues
So forget the names
I called you on Christmas Eve
In fact forget the entire year
Don't reflect just pretend and you won't feel scared
You won't feel a thing
'Cause it's all been tucked away
And once you're tucked in bed
You'll hold on to the day for the last few seconds
Your cradled face is protected from the wind
And I'll protect you I promise I will
And the rest of our lives will be just like Christmas
With fewer toys
You're a good girl I'm a good boy
So I thought

Oh it's Christmas so we stopped
Were it not for the tick of the clock
And the spinning of the Earth in space
We could always be this way
And as we sleep at the fall of the day
In the room next door the tree lights brighten the rodents' eyes
And catches a glimpse of the dust beginning to rise

The next day life went back to its bad self
The next day life went back to its bad self
The next day life went back to its bad self
The next day life went back to its bad self

 

I wish I could've gotten the opportunity to see them live.

I just am speechless. I've been silent at work and just feel a hole in my chest. This just hits too close to home. Sending good vibes to everyone today.

 

I don't have any words right now... just devastating

 

Fucking terrible.

 

Was lucky enough to see them side stage two summers ago in Minneapolis, they put on a great live show. Going to try to listen to their whole discography today.

I lost my stepdad to suicide in January, so this whole thing has been pretty emotional for me.

 

This is horrible news. My thoughts go out to his family and friends.

I’ve never listened to Frightened Rabbits before, but that is going to change today.

 

What a sad end for this brilliant man. But he did things on his terms and I'm grateful for his impact.

In 2010 I had to make a gut-wrenching decision to walk away from the faith I'd inherited as a child (via the Jehovah's Witness organization), and in doing so I had to walk away from all of my close family and friends. Scott's music is one of the things that got me through that period and beyond. So glad I got to shake his hand after a show in 2011 and tell him how much it meant to me.

This will be the song that changed my life the most - just an incredible, uplifting piece of music. Thank you forever Scott.

"And the love that I lost, all of the shit that came out in the wash - just a pocket of fluff."

 

Don't sleep on his solo album, "Owl John".

 

I'm gonna take a walk in Kelvingrove Park and listen to Scottish Winds.

Come gather in my lungs, Scottish wind
Belt out your blackest poems
As the sea around you sings
When that drone takes to the air
A single note to raise my hair
Carry songs beyond my lungs, cold Scottish wind

Come fall upon my shoulders, Scottish rain
And dissolve all of the worry
That has hunched this back of mine
So let the hurt run down the drain
To the reservoir
One day I'll add a drop of my own worries
To a dram