Heh. See... this is a big reason why I don't contribute much anymore. I don't feel like I have much to add. Heh... or my info is suspect.
That said, I think I meant to put "ay" as in "long a". When Mr. Mangum stretches it out until he's overcome... my gosh! The economy of expression can go out the window; someone could reconstruct hymns from his scattered syllables. Try "pla-ee-ay-cing fingers through the notches..." And "across her f-a-a-ce," as you pointed out.
I just saw the Godfather trilogy, but I don't see fit to comment about it beyond what Jim and AJ and lbangs and a million others have said, unless I'd just be waxing ecstatic. Thanks for being kind, Geek!
Wait... all those double negatives are confusing me. I think I meant to concur with my fine colleague (and part-time idol) lbangs, and with you as well.
But if contrariness is my lot... "Back Seat of My Car" is a poignant mini-suite that offers a more romantic extension of the themes in "You Never Give Me Your Money" - now my third-favorite song ever.
In high school I worked part-time at a Chick-fil-A. My boss and his wife also went to Russia to adopt, bringing back a curious and bright blonde bundle named Lexi. Every so often, her mom would bring her in, and she would light up the day crew's faces. I'll continue to pray for Jim and his wife. They're doing a wonderful thing.
My experience with Mojo is that it's yr typical Brit rock mag; it's a cut (or three) above American print, it embraces a fuller range of styles, but generally sticks to major label work and often stoops to fanboy-type worship. I'm not just talking about the hype factor (itself overhyped), but the fawning meta interviews and overall chummy tone.
But they did put together a fantastic list of the Stones' 40 greatest songs, with comments from a large pool of musicians and authors.
For my money, I'd research the Wire. Seems like one of the best combinations of big-mag resources and small-'zine focus.
Hmm. I guess I'm hearing the sweet gruffness of songs like "I Don't Believe You," "It Ain't Me, Babe," "Just Like a Woman". Blood on the Tracks would be the fullest expression of that mixture of tenderness and awareness, but of course Picture came out four years prior. Rod wants to be loved, but he's a kid, still trying to know what that means. "I Don't Believe You" is Dylan at his most adolescent, frustrated that he can't figure his lover out, and demanding that she lay it all out for him: "If she ain't feelin' well/Then why don't she tell/'Stead of turnin' her back to my face?/Without any doubt, she seems too far out/For me to return to her chase."
And like the above Dylan songs, I hear an acknowledgment of attachment; the women in question are always too bound to Dylan's history for him to ever truly let them go. At the end of Maggie May, (which I spelled wrong in my post above) Stewart's talked a big game, but he's still with her: "I'll get on back home one of these days..."
Of course, I could just be getting sidetracked my Mr. Stewart's rough vocals and the folksy arrangement; but hopefully I'm hearing more than surface parallels.
hm. I have a third option from the all music guide: Farrokh Bulsara. I think I either remembered incorrectly or just looked at the amg's AKA entry for Mr. Mercury, which is "Frederick Bulsara". Either way, thanks for bringing that to my attention!
Yes indeed that's a lot of vinyl. But I'll bet hearing a near-mint Dylan or Morrison would seal the deal for a lot of people like you (and me, if I had the money for CD and LP formats).
Was it from you that I heard a rumor about Beatles remasters?
I don't know why this one album in particular is interesting to me, but I hope you can track down Dylan's "Bringing It All Back Home". I'm betting that "Subterranean Homesick Blues" sparkles on vinyl. Dunno. How's "Blonde on Blonde" on record?
Well, I found my station's copy of Mercury and I enjoyed it much. Particularly "Dallas, Airports, Bodybags" and the poignant self-laceration of "Johnny Mathis' Feet".
Oh my gosh, Things We Lost in the Fire is fragile & beautiful. "Laser Beam," "In Metal," and my favorite, "Medicine Magazines". Such a good album; it's good to see someone speaking its praises. For such a dogmatic approach to slowcore, Low usually comes up with quite a few gems per album.
Heh. See... this is a big reason why I don't contribute much anymore. I don't feel like I have much to add. Heh... or my info is suspect.
That said, I think I meant to put "ay" as in "long a". When Mr. Mangum stretches it out until he's overcome... my gosh! The economy of expression can go out the window; someone could reconstruct hymns from his scattered syllables. Try "pla-ee-ay-cing fingers through the notches..." And "across her f-a-a-ce," as you pointed out.
I just saw the Godfather trilogy, but I don't see fit to comment about it beyond what Jim and AJ and lbangs and a million others have said, unless I'd just be waxing ecstatic. Thanks for being kind, Geek!
Wait... all those double negatives are confusing me. I think I meant to concur with my fine colleague (and part-time idol) lbangs, and with you as well.
But if contrariness is my lot... "Back Seat of My Car" is a poignant mini-suite that offers a more romantic extension of the themes in "You Never Give Me Your Money" - now my third-favorite song ever.
In high school I worked part-time at a Chick-fil-A. My boss and his wife also went to Russia to adopt, bringing back a curious and bright blonde bundle named Lexi. Every so often, her mom would bring her in, and she would light up the day crew's faces. I'll continue to pray for Jim and his wife. They're doing a wonderful thing.
Wellllll...
I think Jim needs to give these posts (or at least mine) a 24-hour edting window :).
I think you're closer to what I intended than my first post is.
My experience with Mojo is that it's yr typical Brit rock mag; it's a cut (or three) above American print, it embraces a fuller range of styles, but generally sticks to major label work and often stoops to fanboy-type worship. I'm not just talking about the hype factor (itself overhyped), but the fawning meta interviews and overall chummy tone.
But they did put together a fantastic list of the Stones' 40 greatest songs, with comments from a large pool of musicians and authors.
For my money, I'd research the Wire. Seems like one of the best combinations of big-mag resources and small-'zine focus.
Hmm. I guess I'm hearing the sweet gruffness of songs like "I Don't Believe You," "It Ain't Me, Babe," "Just Like a Woman". Blood on the Tracks would be the fullest expression of that mixture of tenderness and awareness, but of course Picture came out four years prior. Rod wants to be loved, but he's a kid, still trying to know what that means. "I Don't Believe You" is Dylan at his most adolescent, frustrated that he can't figure his lover out, and demanding that she lay it all out for him: "If she ain't feelin' well/Then why don't she tell/'Stead of turnin' her back to my face?/Without any doubt, she seems too far out/For me to return to her chase."
And like the above Dylan songs, I hear an acknowledgment of attachment; the women in question are always too bound to Dylan's history for him to ever truly let them go. At the end of Maggie May, (which I spelled wrong in my post above) Stewart's talked a big game, but he's still with her: "I'll get on back home one of these days..."
Of course, I could just be getting sidetracked my Mr. Stewart's rough vocals and the folksy arrangement; but hopefully I'm hearing more than surface parallels.
'Maggie Mae' will always be to me a slavishly faithful yet heel-trailing Dylan ode.
But the mandolin breakdown near the end of the song is still one of the purest moments in recorded music.
hm. I have a third option from the all music guide: Farrokh Bulsara. I think I either remembered incorrectly or just looked at the amg's AKA entry for Mr. Mercury, which is "Frederick Bulsara". Either way, thanks for bringing that to my attention!
chicka-ow.
heh. you got it...or they'd have a room full of voyeurs.
sudden crumple is my favorite of the two. it'd be fantastic!
Yes indeed that's a lot of vinyl. But I'll bet hearing a near-mint Dylan or Morrison would seal the deal for a lot of people like you (and me, if I had the money for CD and LP formats).
Was it from you that I heard a rumor about Beatles remasters?
I don't know why this one album in particular is interesting to me, but I hope you can track down Dylan's "Bringing It All Back Home". I'm betting that "Subterranean Homesick Blues" sparkles on vinyl. Dunno. How's "Blonde on Blonde" on record?
Well, I found my station's copy of Mercury and I enjoyed it much. Particularly "Dallas, Airports, Bodybags" and the poignant self-laceration of "Johnny Mathis' Feet".
Oh my gosh, Things We Lost in the Fire is fragile & beautiful. "Laser Beam," "In Metal," and my favorite, "Medicine Magazines". Such a good album; it's good to see someone speaking its praises. For such a dogmatic approach to slowcore, Low usually comes up with quite a few gems per album.