JINGLE CONTEST

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NW musicians, songwriters and those with a creative musical bent of any music style are invited to create a new jingle for the Coeur d’Alene Casino.

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To enter, submit your 30 to 120 seconds MPG3 or MPG4 file by MARCH 16TH, 2023 at cdacasino.com/jingle

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I pulled back the curtains and opened the goddamn door. Panic! at the Disco was no longer what it once was. The music on albums like Pray For The Wicked and Viva Las Vengeance was frankly abysmal in comparison to their first three records. It lacked the prolix lyricism that’d originally got me head over heels. Despite not being hitmakers like they had been in early days, the group seemed to be cloying for a self-defeating more mainstream sound, which felt like a betrayal.

Left to his own devices, Brendon Urie turned the band that once meant so much to me into a glorified solo project. He composed songs and entire albums that made me embarrassed to admit that I had once fawned over the complexities of A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out and Pretty. Odd.

When falling in love, the possibility of falling out of love doesn’t cross your mind, but I suspected that point had come. We weren’t the same people anymore. We’d both taken different paths, grown apart.

Did it happen suddenly right before my eyes? Was I too in love to notice the gradual shift? Or was what I thought I adored never there at all?

Was it me or was it you?

Or was it both of us?

In “This Is Gospel,” a song on the band’s fourth studio album, Urie sings: “If you love me, let me go.”

And I have.

And it seems that they have too.

Just last week it was announced that Panic! at the Disco is breaking up. A lover lost to the sands of time. The one that got away.

Removed from the throes of young passion, I’ll likely never feel that wild musical infatuation again, but I still look back on our time together with tenderness.

We were both finding out who we were. In the end, we just weren’t right for each other.

Someday if we cross paths again, I hope they can muster an awkward wave or a slanted smile. Something to let me know that — even if only for a moment — they felt the same. n