 increase in 2020, though not by a historically large amount, Beaudoin said.
Last year, 89 overdose deaths were reported here, up from 81 in 2019 and 64 in 2018. There has been a growing trend of overdose deaths tied to illicit, rather than prescription, drugs, the health department said.
While deaths rose considerably in Wyoming in 2020, births continued the opposite trend. There were 6,127 births last year, compared with 6,557 the year prior. That decline in births has existed for several years.
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- Gift of Professor Konstantin Novose.When Ohioan vocalist and multi-instrumentalist Tyler Joseph and local drummer Josh Dun first came together in 2011, they had no idea how much of an impact they’d have on modern music. Sure, Tyler’s band twenty one pilots had been on the go since 2009 – with Nick Thomas and Chris Salih rounding out an originally three-headed line-up – but it was the chemistry between this enduring duo that would see them topple genre boundaries, capture the mood of a generation and ascend to the top of the music industry mountain.
‘Am I the only one I know waging my wars behind my face and above my throat?’ Infectiously upbeat yet instantly relatable in its description of the everyday internal struggle, Migraine is the perfect place to start any conversation on twenty one pilots’ greatness. Switch off and let this wash over you; it’s a straightforward masterclass in modern pop. Make the effort to really dig in and you’ll be rewarded with the sort of open-wound honesty – and far more substantial discourse – that earns musical revolutionaries like these fans for life.
One of TØP’s most dramatic compositions is also one of their cleverest. Unpacking a multi-layered metaphor, they compare the catharsis of their music to cleansing chemical chlorine, but also acknowledge that the element is so harsh it will do harm to human beings. Meanwhile, an initially sunny beat subsides into more abyssal atmospherics. The accompanying video sees them expand their ideas even more imaginatively, with the duo cast as pool cleaners meeting a furry creature called Ned: a further allegory for the creativity writhing within.
From a time long before they’d conquered the mainstream, this standout cut from 2009’s self-titled debut sees the original collective battling the emptiness inside and reaching out to a higher power. ‘Hello,’ pleads Tyler with confessional frankness, ‘we haven’t talked in some time / I know I haven’t been the best of sons, I’ve been travelling the desert of my mind…’ Unfolding a gentle piano and drums composition, while wrangling overtly Christian themes (‘Father… wash me with your water’) that would seem overbearing in lesser hands, the song eventually shows itself as a powerful plea to have faith in the darkest hours – regardless of listeners’ belief-systems.
Originally cropping up as a bonus track on 2011’s sophomore LP Regional At Best, House Of Gold was one of several tracks to be rounded out and re-released on 2013’s major label debut Vessel on Fueled By Ramen. A folky, ukulele-led tribute to Tyler’s mother, it showcases their mastery of a far more traditional form of Americana as lyrics toy with the most poignant of questions: ‘She asked me, ‘Son, when I grow old, will you buy me a house of gold? / And when your father turns to stone, will you take care of me?’ A heartfelt statement of mother-son love.
Rarely has a band felt as well-equipped to discuss the nature of brotherhood and loyalty as twenty one pilots, and rarely have they dealt with those matters as openly as on this atmospheric highlight from Trench. ‘Surrounded and up against a wall / I’ll shred ’em all and go with you,’ Tyler sings as elements of funk, disco and R&B are innovatively deployed with sounds ranging from deep bass to stretching falsetto. The heartbreaking, high-concept Tim Mattia music video is one of their most resoundingly emotional moments, too.
‘This is not rap, this is not hip-hop,’ Tyler contends on a track that spectacularly walks the line between fearfulness and ferocity, ‘just another attempt to make the voices stop.’ Featuring one of the vocalist’s most assured performances, to the contrary, Heavydirtysoul is a masterclass in both, with heaps of classic pop grandeur and that titular soul loaded on for good measure. Andrew Donoho’s accompanying music video – featuring Tyler in the passenger seat of an out-of-control car that’s playing chicken with Josh’s flaming drum kit – is yet another unforgettable stand-out.
An unabashed love song, Tear In My Heart finds Tyler on giddily romantic form as he writes a Valentine for his wife Jenna. Built from sunshine and fluttering heartbeats, shining instrumentation holds aloft lyrics that are in turn revealingly poetic (‘Sometimes you gotta bleed to know that you’re alive and have a soul / But it takes someone to come around to show you how she’s the tear in my heart’), wholly relatable (‘You fell asleep in my car, I drove the whole time / But that’s okay I’ll just avoid the holes so you sleep fine’) and beguilingly cheesy-as-hell (‘My taste in music is your face’). All the while, you know the love is real.
Vessel’s closing track unfolds as a fond farewell – or fragile lullaby – with Tyler alone on piano ruminating on the rise of a new day, and perhaps the finite and cyclical nature of life itself. As stripped back as twenty one pilots have ever been, the somewhat fragmented lyrics are allowed to shine like crystalline shards of emotion, focusing at points on intimate apprehensions (‘I will fear the nights again’) but ultimately settling on the impossible wonder of our fleeting moments in the sun (‘Take pride in what is sure to die…’). Staggeringly beautiful.
By comparison, Blurryface’s closer is a far, far darker affair. Opening on a piano-led downbeat, it finds Tyler on desolate, defeated form, declaring ‘I’m a goner’ and pleading for someone to ‘catch my breath’. A rising drumbeat hints at some sort of explosive breakthrough, but the eventual crescendo feels less like salvation than the final topple over the edge. Bracing stuff.
Ostensibly the most upbeat track in the twenty one pilots back-catalogue, Ride was tasked with following mega-hit Stressed Out as the fifth single from 2015’s Blurryface. Wearing its rich reggae influence on its (short) sleeve, luxuriating in a deep well of Caribbean-kissed riffage and shimmering synth-work, it introduced newcomers to another infectious facet of their sound. Tyler’s lyrics (‘I’ve been thinking too much, help me…’) can’t help but inject a hint of darkness, of course.
Another Blurryface track that toys with rude boy reggae, Lane Boy pips Ride by dent of its richer lyrical treatment. Cruising on that breezy instrumentation, we get wave after wave of attitude as Tyler unloads on music industry narrow-mindedness (‘They say ‘stay in your lane, boy…’ / But we go where we want to…’) before showcasing the mercurial best of the TØP sound with a barrage of tongue-twisting staccato rap and explosions of EDM/dubstep colour. A song to overtake to.
An introduction to the dystopian Trench universe devised by the band