So, am I the only Johnny Greenwood here? You are 59 deep, 28 controversial, and 61 nice! The quiet, introspective soul of the band—but also the one actually driving the creative engine. A little genius, a little hermit. It’s a hell of a combo.
They actually picked a decent photo of him for once.
Jason Diaz34 said:Look, I’m telling you—the Velvet Underground were the first ones to actually do it.
They don't have anything to do with punk—too much thinking, not enough just tearing everything to pieces. Still, I love them more than any other punk band, and I’ve got plenty of favorites.
Finally—a decent topic. Hey Daniel Sullivan352, I’ve got a fact so spicy it might actually get me arrested by the local hipster police—I was born in '71, yet I still think Coldplay's first two albums are solid. Analyze that. :-p
By the way—men born in '78, right?🙂 (or anything around there)
I don't really have any favorite drug anthems (though, honestly, if a track is actually good, it can be about anything—even peddling crack to kids—and still be a masterpiece) because I don't feel particularly strongly about any specific substance, except for a massive distaste for the kind that threatens to shrink my family tree by one. But when it comes to booze? Elliott Smith: Between The Bars—just a stunning love song written from the perspective of a bottle... singing to a drunk. Usually, I can't stand seeing lyrics copy-pasted all over this forum, but for this one, I'll make an exception:
Drink up, baby, stay up all night. With the things you could do, You won't but you might. The potential you'll be , that you'll never see, That you'll never see, The promises you'll only make. Drink up with me now, and forget All about The pressure of Days, The pressure of Days. Do what I say, and I'll make you okay, And I'll drive them away (The images stuck in your head: People you've been before That you don't want around anymore— That push and shove and won't bend to your will. I’ll keep them still). Drink up, baby, look at the stars. I'll kiss you again Between The bars, Where i'm seeing you there, With your hands in the air, Waiting to finally be caught. Drink up one more time, And I'll make you mine. Keep you apart, Deep in my Heart, separat fra The rest , Where i like you The Best , and keep The things you forgot, Where I like you the best, And keep the things you forgot. The people you've been before That you don't want around anymore— That push and shove and won't bend to your will. I'll keep them still.
Yeah, for sure. I just need to actually get moving on some cardio training first. Anyway, cracking open my second beer here 😁 Though honestly, something stronger would be more appropriate—but I don't touch the hard stuff
Now you guys have actually piqued my interest. I’m dying to meet Victor's grandma—not that I have any clue who Victor even is. Hell, if I live long enough, maybe I'll get to be Victor's grandma myself. Yeah, right.
On topic, though—I think I'm gonna check out this concert. Or at least listen to it.
I’ve never actually sat down and listened to the Eagles—I think I have maybe five or six tracks on some old CD buried at the bottom of a junk drawer somewhere—but I’m pretty sure I’ll dig them once I give them a fair shake (read: when I find their vinyl for pennies at a local thrift store). Or maybe I won't. And yeah, I definitely have a soft spot for New Kid in Town. That's one of those five or six songs that makes me think I might actually like them.
The lyrics are garbage. You gotta tell Bob Bob that Pop Pop is a bust. Garbage is just garbage. Are we really going to give Dalton Brown a pass if the song is trash, just because he had good intentions? Let’s have some actual standards here.
Besides, most people on this site (talking music) come at this with a pre-set opinion on the subject—especially the insiders or those obsessed with the US music scene. But lyrics shouldn't be written for them; they already have their minds made up. They should be written for the people who don't know, so they can actually learn something. For instance, I’m sitting at home, dealing with the kids, listening to half a dozen different bands, and hitting maybe one or two shows a month because my life revolves around much more important things. I don't know anything about the swamp, and I have no clue who any of these people mentioned are. Then I read lyrics like these, and it just turns my stomach. It's like Michael Moore—honestly, forget him. He didn't convince me (other things might have, but that's not the point).
I hate autumn I hate when the leaves turn gold I hate the rain And you probably hate it too—most likely
Those are basically the only country songs I know (honestly, no clue who the "legendary" songwriter is), which is why they hit me so hard—if I heard such masterpieces more often, my taste might actually improve. That little twist in the last line where he says "most likely"—now that’s what I call experimental poetry.
I actually think it's pretty solid. Someone probably already roasted it elsewhere—so replying to this thread feels a bit pointless—but I’m just killing time before I have to drop my kid off at soccer practice.
I think Jinx is alright, but I’m honestly kind of obsessed with her voice—just kidding. Look, it sounds good, sure, but she isn't some once-in-a-generation talent. Maybe it's just me, but from what I can hear, I could probably belt out the same stuff myself. To be honest, someone like Kelly Clarkson—or whatever singer I don't actually listen to—has way better dynamics.
I always figured that whole country music craze was just some urban legend about life in San Francisco-Monterey—it never really crossed my path. Like, that stuff only happens to other people. But apparently, my kids just informed me that basically their entire class is obsessed with it (11 years old?!?!)
Anyway, they recently lost their minds over 'Undress for Success' by Mclusky. Look, I don't push my music taste on them—if they want to lock themselves in their rooms and blast country music, fine—but so far, they’ve actually been vibing with my stuff. Then the other day, I walk into the living room and half their class is jumping around to 'Undress for Success.' They’ve clearly memorized a good chunk of the lyrics, though since they're just winging it by ear, they were singing all sorts of nonsense—but hey, they were singing from the heart. It's the exact same kids who love that country music trash. I'll let you guys draw your own conclusions.
p.s. idioteque, thanks for the recommendation—turns out you're the savior of the local neighborhood kids against the country music takeover 😁
I’ve got a feeling that in twenty years, FF—or at least this debut of theirs—will be looked back on the same way we view 80s pop today. *Dark of the Matinee* is going to be the new "You Spin Me Round (Like a Record)" or whatever that Dead or Alive track was called. Personally, I love it—it gets me hyped up and dancing around my apartment. Honestly, half the people swearing by Dennis & Denis right now would've probably just called them posers and attention-seekers twenty years ago.
song of the week : Roxy Music - Dance Away the Heartache. Why bother with men or some tragic heartbreak when you can just shatter your own soul perfectly by picking the right tracks? 😁
driftingeagle27 said:plus some ballads—one of which is absolutely gorgeous, though it’s got teeth—called "Too Often," and it's the first of two tracks sharing that title.
I haven't listened to this... what, ten years ago? (too lazy to pull out the vinyl). thanks for the reminder, though—this stuff is truly special. I think I'll spin some witch music later this week.
silentcobra6 said:Vai tried to sum up Real Illusions : Reflections in just a few words: "Reflections is The First part of a multi-layered menagerie of vignettes based on The amplified mental exaggerations of a truth-seeking madman who sees the world... oh never mind.”
album of the week: A coworker handed me this CD filled with MP3s—mostly Dylan, which I haven't touched in ages. Since he was being so nice about giving it to me, I started listening out of pure politeness, and honestly? I haven't stopped for five days straight. Most of these tracks are stuff I already own somewhere in my house, but I’d never have thought to spin them under any other circumstances. It’s funny how good it feels to rediscover things like this. Honestly, we should all just lock ourselves away for six months—no new music, nothing—and just dig through our old collections to remind ourselves of these gems. I immediately went out and stocked up on more stuff and I'm still going (thanks, ziggy!) You won't find one standout track here, let alone a single lyric—there's just too much good stuff from Dylan to pick just one.