First-time reaction - Ren - for Joe - wow!!! out of this 🌎!!¡
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Thanks! Would love to see you really go down the REN / BIG PUSH rabbit hole.. Really enjoy your your reactions Zayyhan!! 🤗
I'm so going down that rabbit hole ... thank you, Max.. I'm glad you enjoyed this reaction ❤
NICE!!!! I can’t wait to see more from you.. I’m sure you get plenty of direction from the comments… 😂
I'm 63 years old, I've lived through 7 decades of some amazing musical artists.
I feel blessed to be here today witnessing this amazing talented dude.
He is totally unique in everyway.
Lovely reaction, and I know exactly how you feel when you say Ren comes up with lyrics that are constantly floating around inside our souls ❤️
71 what you said
My Mum lost her battle to breast cancer at the age of just 45. I was 11, that was back in ‘82. Everyday ever since hurts. ❤
lost my mum in 1986 from breast cancer, she was 42, im now 57 and that loss we will live with until were gone💔. ren is a gift the heals!! peace be with you
Beautiful reaction. Ren's pain and anguish in this is palpable. But he turns that pain into a beautiful tribute to his friend Joe Hughes who jumped from the Menai Bridge in North Wales 13yrs ago. This video was recorded in Calgary but was played for Joe's parents when Ren went back to see them on his trip back to the UK recently. I seems it was a cathartic experience for all. I hope so because Ren truly is one of a kind. His lyrics and his music speak straight into a person's heart
I don’t like all REN’s music but even those pieces I don’t like are written in a way no one else is writing, which makes them stand out, even if they’re not to my personal taste.
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.
I agree with you 💯 percent love your reaction he sooo good at drawing out feelings he’s a gem protect ren at all cost
He really does have a way to say the things we're thinking, and not knowing what to do with those thoughts can consune us. Getting to watch and understand Ren more and more, it feels so personal when his music connects on a deep level when I can relate. The vulnerability and sadness here isn't the whole message, he opens up to how he's coped with tragedy by using it as motivation to become a better human and trying to help others who might be struggling.
My best friend took his life 10 years ago, and to this day I still blame myself and Ren's tributes to Joe have had more impact for me to see things differently than any other music, words, people, or therapist ever has. Imagine being as talented as Ren, yet it seems like his biggest aspiration is to help people and make the world a better place however he can.
Long rant, but much love to Ren and Thank you for the heartfelt reaction
This is your channel. You should talk as much as you want to. The people telling you that you talk too much don't have channels of their own.
Beautiful reaction. Very genuine, and bring that shit back anytime. We all love Ren.
Sure your mum is very proud of her beautiful daughter ❤🤗
I agree with you about the spiritual side of Ren. Even the sad stuff lifts me!
You know what, you deserve to let Ren make you happy now, he has so many sides because we have so many sides.
Try Bittersweet Symphony for a side you haven't seen yet.
This seems like Ren going through the stages of grief in new and old verses dedicated to Joe.
For those not aware of the events behind this song
@RenMakesMusic
And here's (part of) the writeup that Ren shared before the premiere and sent to his email list:
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.
Hey to everyone who has lost a dear companion we all love one and other, nice reaction
What an excellent reaction to a wonderful song by an amazing artist. Joe was Ren's best friend when he lived on an island off the coast of Wales, so Joe is not actually Ren's brother but they were very close. There is a bridge from North Wales to the Isle of Anglesey and that is where Joe jumped. Ren lived close by and a girl he knew called him at about 3am to say that Joe had called her to say he was about to jump. Joe had recently split up with his girlfriend and felt really down. Joe was a joker who made everyone laugh but he struggled with his own demons. Ren threw some clothes on and ran to the bridge calling Joe's phone as he ran. It was always engaged so Ren thought he must be talking with someone. Then his phone went dead and when Ren arrived at the bridge Joe was gone. That is what the heavy breathing is - Ren out of breath from running.
I had more to say but You Tube went all weird and deleted most of it. I just wanted to say that you are right: Ren draws inspiration from a profound spiritual source as well as everyday life. This is what makes him such an artistic genius. Thank you for reacting to Ren.
You covered that perfectly Patrick x
@@PeteAxeShields Thanks Pete. I thought I did a pretty good job then most of it got deleted. It may well have been a blessing in disguise as I was doing a deep dive. So deep there was a danger of implosion.
Such a beautiful reaction. Thank you.
My mother took her own life when I was 7. I'm 41 now. It always affected me.
I am so sorry you're young self had to go through that, may your inner child continue to heal, sending you love and light
Just saw your response. It was beautiful. Respect ✌️🙂❤️
Rens an angel like u ❤it!
Ren love him so much
Thank you for your time. If you want to see him be a Bard (musical story teller) you have to see "The Tale of Jenny and Screech" it's basically a play in 3 acts (act 1 Jenny, act 2 Screech, act 3 Violet IN THAT ORDER) In it he plays the part of the Bard it starts in London 2019 (two zero one nine) in a place called Paddington. It's filmed in the streets 1 shot per act (probably took a few takes to get that perfect one shot) again thank you for your time. Have a great day.
We appsololty love you, thank you
Subed for more Ren!! ❤ Great Reaction.
Loved your heartfelt reaction...!
check out Ren - Tale of Jenny and Stretch and Violet. You've got to listen to all 3 at once
Thanks love! Love your reaction. About what you said about Ren making a living from his experiences... well all artists draw from personal events so it makes his art more honest and starkly authentic and relatable. Agree with you that his performances are often a report on his life. Similar to a journalist and the analogy I make is that instead of reporting from a war zone or government office his inner self is the place he gets his material then has the courage to open up and let us see his world. Like another commenter I am 63 years old (grew up listening to Ramones/The Clash/Talking Heads) and Ren reminds me of a musical version of Ernest Hemingway or Shakespeare who can tap into his soul to make magic and give us powerful lessons about ourselves and our place in the world. Thanks again for reacting.
As he sang I was thinking of your story and was dripping with years,I love how much u love him.wish for u health wealth and happiness.
Tears not years bloody predictive txting
Much love mate !
It does make sense. I get it. :)
There is a live (with a crowd) of the Story of Jenny & Screech in full 360, we can move the camera :
Ren - The Tale of Jenny and Screech (Full 360 Live Performance) : ruclips.net/video/S_hs8EkWeZg/видео.html
He touches the soul so deeply. Loved you reaction and words.
I just watched Lewis Capaldi for the first time and he must have had some influence on Ren's Joe Video.
thank you for reacting to this beautiful and powerful song more Ren please ❤ R.I.P Joe Hughes ❤❤❤
May I suggest? - Ren X Chinchilla "how to be me" (Live)....... beautiful art.......and actually filmed on the the bridge from where Joe jumped from ♥️💯🎵😪✨
Ren is my favourite artist ever ❤❤❤
🥹👌🏼great reaction
His best friend
That was awesome! Was waiting for you to do more Ren!
it was hes best friend not brother
understand the pauses fully, but...stopping at the beginning of the emotional piano solo (twice!) is a crime! at least go back a few seconds. yikes