That sounds pretty serious. The walls fall down and you will play "Greensleeves." That sounds, um, precious, at least until a brick lands on your hand.
Rock isn't about knocking the walls down but holding them up. When your life explodes like fireworks on the Fourth of July, do you want to sit quietly and meditate on the peace (or the illusion of it) in the Fifteenth Century.
Do you want to get intellectual and listen to music that makes you wonder ... man ... what does Higg's Boson really do.
Like hell you do. You want to bring out the band, turn the knobs to ten, and bring some feeling into the world. Bring some light. Bring every damn thing you have and, hell yes, fire all of your guns at once. That's why you bought those pistols in the first place.
In some ways, music has been homogenized by its diversity. There is so much of it and coming from so many people that maybe even a jukebox can't survive. Whether the jukebox survives doesn't matter much but whether the jukebox heroes survive matters a lot ... but they will play like that no matter whether there's a jukebox.
Look at Foreigner as those guys have been doing it for forty years. Maybe you think they do it for the money but, if that were the case, the would have cashed out after a few tours and headed for the Caribbean to spend the rest of their stoner lives blowing joints, eating mangos, and playing in the water with the fish. This isn't about money but about keeping the walls standing.
So life sucks like a whirlpool into the sun just now and that means one thing: Foreigner as loud as the monitors can belt it and, I mean to tell you, that's damn loud. The inspiration isn't so much that they did the songs but rather that they still do. It's not a nostalgia tour as they play better than they ever did in the old days and there are some of their recent live sets in some articles following this one. (One in Nashville)
Mystery Lady and I covered "Starrider" and that was a complete gas. I wish had better moves to bring to it at the time as she belted it out of the Universe. She likes to do sissy stuff too and she's exceptionally good at it as I guarantee she can make anyone cry with the weeper songs she knows. But ... if you want to see her bounce ... go into "Rebel Yell" and keep reminding her, no, no, no ... tapping the beat on the mike ... not so good (larfs). It was a riot as she was diggin' it so much. You go, Rock Girl.
Sure it's antique. We were doing this twenty years ago.
So I did turn everything up to ten and playing has had various problems of late but this was belting. It wasn't on all-out distortion to flush lizards out of the ceiling but rather the mix was what it needed. As it got rolling I was thinking ... man, you should have recorded this. But then it's too late or maybe you lose the vibe if you stop so it goes on ... this one is for the Universe. No point in telling details of a fish that got away except that all instruments were in it and this felt exceptionally good. That kind of vibe has been escaping amid the (cough) falling bricks but ... turn the knobs up to ten and and make it rock. Those bricks will be too terrified to fall because you don't know what you'll do to them if they hit the band.
That did feel pretty swell. Maybe it's not dead after all. It doesn't change the reality of circumstance but, in that world, reality doesn't matter much, only the next note.
Update: the fans were just the latest anomaly. About half a dozen times or so, the fans would spin up and then shut right back down ... but it's been some while and they don't do it anymore. This is going full-tilt weird.
Rock isn't about knocking the walls down but holding them up. When your life explodes like fireworks on the Fourth of July, do you want to sit quietly and meditate on the peace (or the illusion of it) in the Fifteenth Century.
Do you want to get intellectual and listen to music that makes you wonder ... man ... what does Higg's Boson really do.
Like hell you do. You want to bring out the band, turn the knobs to ten, and bring some feeling into the world. Bring some light. Bring every damn thing you have and, hell yes, fire all of your guns at once. That's why you bought those pistols in the first place.
In some ways, music has been homogenized by its diversity. There is so much of it and coming from so many people that maybe even a jukebox can't survive. Whether the jukebox survives doesn't matter much but whether the jukebox heroes survive matters a lot ... but they will play like that no matter whether there's a jukebox.
Look at Foreigner as those guys have been doing it for forty years. Maybe you think they do it for the money but, if that were the case, the would have cashed out after a few tours and headed for the Caribbean to spend the rest of their stoner lives blowing joints, eating mangos, and playing in the water with the fish. This isn't about money but about keeping the walls standing.
So life sucks like a whirlpool into the sun just now and that means one thing: Foreigner as loud as the monitors can belt it and, I mean to tell you, that's damn loud. The inspiration isn't so much that they did the songs but rather that they still do. It's not a nostalgia tour as they play better than they ever did in the old days and there are some of their recent live sets in some articles following this one. (One in Nashville)
Mystery Lady and I covered "Starrider" and that was a complete gas. I wish had better moves to bring to it at the time as she belted it out of the Universe. She likes to do sissy stuff too and she's exceptionally good at it as I guarantee she can make anyone cry with the weeper songs she knows. But ... if you want to see her bounce ... go into "Rebel Yell" and keep reminding her, no, no, no ... tapping the beat on the mike ... not so good (larfs). It was a riot as she was diggin' it so much. You go, Rock Girl.
Sure it's antique. We were doing this twenty years ago.
So I did turn everything up to ten and playing has had various problems of late but this was belting. It wasn't on all-out distortion to flush lizards out of the ceiling but rather the mix was what it needed. As it got rolling I was thinking ... man, you should have recorded this. But then it's too late or maybe you lose the vibe if you stop so it goes on ... this one is for the Universe. No point in telling details of a fish that got away except that all instruments were in it and this felt exceptionally good. That kind of vibe has been escaping amid the (cough) falling bricks but ... turn the knobs up to ten and and make it rock. Those bricks will be too terrified to fall because you don't know what you'll do to them if they hit the band.
That did feel pretty swell. Maybe it's not dead after all. It doesn't change the reality of circumstance but, in that world, reality doesn't matter much, only the next note.
Update: the fans were just the latest anomaly. About half a dozen times or so, the fans would spin up and then shut right back down ... but it's been some while and they don't do it anymore. This is going full-tilt weird.
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