Freeway"All My Life"1:41-1:44like Harry Potter learning how to ride that flying bird-horse, taking even momentary charge of such a lumbering, drunken beast of a beat seems superhumanly triumphant/triumphantly superhuman.
― m. (mitchlnw), Tuesday, 29 June 2004 18:35 (twenty-one years ago)
I can't name the specific moment because it's a live arrangement, but the recent Ron/Russ-only versions of the early Sparks' song "Hospitality on Parade" has a whirring/pulsing electronic base. As soon as it starts, it's a perfect blend of subtle drama and kick-up-your-heels showiness, the band's metier in a nutshell.
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Tuesday, 29 June 2004 18:41 (twenty-one years ago)
― Barry Bruner (Barry Bruner), Tuesday, 29 June 2004 20:35 (twenty-one years ago)
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Tuesday, 29 June 2004 20:38 (twenty-one years ago)
That's all, if I recall correctly.
― David R. (popshots75`), Tuesday, 29 June 2004 20:40 (twenty-one years ago)
Galaxie 500 "Crazy"1:00 - 1:03The fuzzy guitar drops out for precisely two bars, and the basic two lines "and you're so old, you must be 23" are sung almost bare before the guitar rejoins the action. I can't explain why such a simple frill could produce such a memorable break in a simple song. Blame the alcohol in my system.
― Barry Bruner (Barry Bruner), Wednesday, 30 June 2004 03:55 (twenty-one years ago)
― Sonny A. (Keiko), Wednesday, 30 June 2004 04:08 (twenty-one years ago)
A man's lying on his deathbed, drifting in and out of consciousness. Past mixes with present until it's all somehow confused. Memories of the orange groves of his youth. The sweet smell of fruit, ripe on the vine and birdsongs and sun dappling on the pond. The paralysis that afflicted his body not long after he buried his wife caused as much by will as by the attrition of sixty years in the field. Low humming of flourescent lights, gnashing of bedpans, voices that never rise up and become anything audible just a infrequent,low moan.A last gasp in a brief burst of white light. A picture from the past comes slowly stealing. A voice reaching out from beyond the dark to sing you back home. Though there's darkness all around a path is lighted and you can almost see the way from here.
― dialecticbricks (dialecticbricks), Wednesday, 30 June 2004 04:57 (twenty-one years ago)
― m. (mitchlnw), Friday, 2 July 2004 09:56 (twenty-one years ago)
― m. (mitchlnw), Thursday, 16 September 2004 13:58 (twenty-one years ago)
― Jimmy Mod, Man About Towne (ModJ), Thursday, 16 September 2004 15:18 (twenty-one years ago)