Stressed out - Twenty-one Pilots
Brief 3: a two minute sequence from an original music video to accompany a hip hop music track aimed at an audience of 14-18 year-olds.
Statement of intent:
I aim to create a hip-hop music video for the song 'Stressed out' by Twenty-one pilots. The music video will be suitable for a teenage audience of 14-18 year olds. The music video will follow a narrative based of a teenage boy who has become so stressed out by school work and facing the real world. The teenage boy will steal a Spiderman comic as an attempt to regain all the memories of his youth which he misses. I will set it in a range of locations. This includes shots in various rooms within my house and outside my house.
My characters will fit to the stereotypical images of a male teenager and child. This means I will wear the stereotypical costumes to appeal to the age groups of the viewers. For a teenager this will be a branded jeans, jumper and trainers. Another way i will appeal to the viewers is through presenting the archetypal child memories, such as playing lego and board games, which many people would have experienced whilst growing up. I will attempt to engage the audience through my use of editing to the beat as well highlighting my ability to lip sync.
My film language will create meaning in various ways: the establishing shot will reflect the meaning of the music video; the medium close up of the different outfits and activities within the music video will make the video narrative clear and understandable. In addition to this, I use symbolic visual codes to convey my singer's yearning for his uncomplicated childhood life: a photo of my sixth birthday party cake transitions into a match cut of the teenage singer baking a cake in order to connect with his past. I was inspired by Proust's famous memory of childhood madeleines taking him back to his past, this will help create a strong narrative.
Magazine cover:
Lyrics:
I wish I found some better sounds
No one's ever heard
I wish I had a better voice
That sang some better words
That sang some better words
I wish I found some chords
In an order that is new
I wish I didn't have to rhyme
Every time I sang
I was told when I get older
All my fears would shrink
In an order that is new
I wish I didn't have to rhyme
Every time I sang
I was told when I get older
All my fears would shrink
But now I'm insecure
And I care what people think
My name's Blurryface and I care what you think
My name's Blurryface and I care what you think
And I care what people think
My name's Blurryface and I care what you think
My name's Blurryface and I care what you think
Wish we could turn back time
To the good old days
When our momma sang us to sleep
But now we're stressed out
Wish we could turn back time
To the good old days
When our momma sang us to sleep
But now we're stressed out
To the good old days
When our momma sang us to sleep
But now we're stressed out
Wish we could turn back time
To the good old days
When our momma sang us to sleep
But now we're stressed out
We're stressed out
Sometimes a certain smell will
Take me back to when I was young
How come I'm never able to identify
Where it's coming from?
I'd make a candle out of it
If I ever found it
Take me back to when I was young
How come I'm never able to identify
Where it's coming from?
I'd make a candle out of it
If I ever found it
