rapidskipper9 said:God, I used to think Madonna was all about the guys and the drama back in my wilder days—now, honestly, it feels like the guys are actually killing it on stage! Have I just lost my edge over the years, or did my hormones finally decide to chill out?
Gotta go see it live to find out for sure!👍
It’s the exact opposite for me—back in '89, I was obsessed, and now they just seem sweet and nostalgic. I don't think it's even about the music anymore, just pure nostalgia. I'll probably end up rolling my way to the concert regardless.
I don’t know who exactly kicked off this whole "new era" thing—I mean, I’m not *that* old—but I definitely know who opened the door for me. Back in 1981, I was ten years old. I was hanging out in the living room with my parents when this song came on the radio: *fa fa la si mi ti fa la ti*. Since I was always the analytical type—music school kid, you know?—it actually bothered me. I kept thinking: 1) why is this guy singing those notes wrong? (like, he's treating 'fa' and 'la' as the exact same pitch) and 2) why is he using two different names for the same note? (like how 'si' and 'ti' are just different ways to say the same thing). At ten, I also had a vague inkling that the lyrics were... well, about sex, but I didn't dare dwell on it too much because, honestly, it was pretty obvious. I liked the tune so much that by the second chorus, I started singing along. My mom shut me down immediately: "Hey, don't sing that... it's trash." Being a well-behaved kid, I went quiet, but internally I was judging: how can these guys not be embarrassed to sing this stuff on national radio? It really got me thinking...
I don't get why everyone is obsessing over that greasy guy Rafo when we could be watching Saša instead. Honestly, I don't even mind that he's a blonde. Wait, what? He actually sings? Not my problem...
Thanks to you guys—honestly—for the next five days I won't be able to say, write, or even think about anything weird without cracking a smile or looking like a total nutcase myself.
So, how was it? For me—ABSOLUTELY killer! The sound was incredible, no crowds to deal with, plenty of breathing room, and the performance? Top tier... just awesome. Anyone else have thoughts?
p.s. Send my best to Ace if he ever decides to swing by again.
I always get chills when this comes on in the car: 'your knuckles whiten on the wheel, the last thing that your hands will feel...' (The Stone Roses - Made of Stone) might even take my foot off the gas—just a thought.
Is the goal to total your car or just reach some kind of driving Nirvana? Personally, I’m feeling the second option—kind of like that "Local Hero" thread from straitsa—but as for the first one, I haven't quite decided yet.
I wish you were more like them those rugged, bearded guys who can get you back on your feet offering up smokes and whiskey with a bruise under your left eye shouting out those terrifying slogans a true beatnik, a real anarchist so take the other path, you Ram
Man, these lyrics are killer! Such beautiful cynicism... honestly, my favorite mood. I'm not quite as obsessed as you, Nicholas Reyes29, but I love Queen. I just can't stand reading anything from the Middle East, let alone hearing it. I guess the constant overexposure just soured it for me...🙂
It was great, really good... I picked up the 'Regard the end is The First Willard Grant' CD right after the show—been spinning it lately—and I’m feeling it. Some of those tracks hit way harder live because of how much heart they put into them; honestly, it moved me way more than just listening to the record first. Really solid stuff, all around.
I’m all for Dire Straits—really—but it honestly kills me when some eighteen-year-old acts like they’re the first person to ever discover them. Maybe it’s just because I was that kid once, and now I’m stuck feeling regret over all the shows I missed just because I wasn't paying attention (or using my brain). It’s probably not healthy to sit here obsessing over what I should've known fifteen years ago—not that I haven't spent way too much time doing exactly that—but anyway. I stayed up until 2 AM last night and yet, here I am, already at my desk. Time to get to work while you all enjoy whatever music you're into. Cheers.
I couldn't force myself to read this or any other top list if my life depended on it—but honestly, this whole debate is something else entirely. It’s actually pretty interesting reading. Just look at what everyone is fighting about and you'll see which event has actually shaped music since '77. Personally, I don't care one bit that only one track by The Smiths made the cut—assuming I interpreted coastalpanther43's post correctly—but it really bugs me when I realize how eighteen-year-olds today have zero clue how much punk actually changed the world they’re living in so ignorantly. Then again, some people here are clearly still stuck in '75... damn you, Mark Knopfler, my parents have more modern taste in music than you do...
When someone tells me they "don't love something, but they appreciate it"... man, that’s just like saying a girl isn't hot or particularly smart, but she’s got a "good soul." Gross. It’s basically an insult wrapped in gift paper.
Is there any band you secretly love, but honestly feel kind of embarrassed about? You know—everyone knows they're just The Roots, totally basic stuff for suckers... but you dig them anyway and it’s low-key mortifying. For me, I'm into Sting. And what’s even worse? Bruce Springsteen. I'm about to head out and just throw myself straight into the Mississippi.
I’m still lost here. I basically have a degree in logic—are my brain cells quitting on me, or are yours just not firing on all cylinders? And seriously, kids killing themselves over Eminem? Good grief... unless we're talking about a Black Rose comeback.
The definitions are pretty shaky—but hey, if a band is "legendary" just because people keep telling stories about them, then I guess we’re talking about the Stones - legend of Mars chocolate bar, or that myth about someone getting a total blood transfusion in Switzerland... And "cult status"? If a band is actually cult, I clearly haven't heard of them. Maybe they mean PPP—short for Pajser po pička. Seriously, though, anyone else remember that underground band from the late 80s in Chicago?😉
Justin Taylor said:Man, redcrane28... looking at your list of guys, I could probably guess your favorite genres right now. 🙂 🙂
Nah, not even close. Back then, I was mostly listening to bands my punk friends—or the guys I was seeing—wouldn't even touch with a ten-foot pole. That was a lifetime ago, though—we've all broadened our horizons since then and frankly, we don't care what anyone else is spinning. As far as punk goes, I only really dug the melodic stuff, like the Buzzcocks, but those punks? They were just irresistible. To me, they were always this perfect, chaotic mix of stupidity and rebellion. P.S. Obviously, I've outgrown those kinds of labels too. I ended up marrying a guy who can't carry a tune to save his life—even if he did have a The Stooges tape in his pocket when we first met...🙂 )
I don't know much about bands—but back when I was younger (and actually free 😉)—I mostly fell for punks (though my taste in that scene was pretty weak) The majority were rockers or similar types with a bit of a hippie vibe One noise enthusiast One goth (or whatever they called them back then...) Zero metalheads