During my sophomore year of high school in 1990-91, I was very impressionable with regard to music. I had my favorites, don’t get me wrong, but it was a time of great discovery for me. Everywhere I looked, there was rock, metal, grunge, alternative, electronic, funk, synth-pop, rap, blues, Motown... I listened to it all.
But not right away.
This was a process and it started with me needing to break the chains of hard rock and heavy metal that weighed me down.
There was a girl in my driver’s ed class who one day wore a t-shirt with what looked like flaming pies dropping over a very hellish background and the words “Faith No More” and “The Real Thing” emblazoned across it.
I had enough familiarity with the name to know it was a band but had never heard any songs. So I went to a local record store that allowed visitors to listen before they buy and I did just that.
The first song I heard was “Falling to Pieces” and I was hooked. With lyrics about seeking the middle ground between life’s highs and lows and breaking through walls to find you, it just spoke to me.
I bought it immediately and it has never left my collection in more than a quarter century.
And that video! Man, that video was always something to behold.
So, yeah, “Falling to Pieces”... My Favorite Song.