The best moment was their high speed version of Street Spirit, completely changing the song into something which no-one thought it could be against the scorching backdrop of a South England morning. Def Leppard were on my radar and I liked the singles from Hysteria and Pyromania but even at that young age I knew that there was something different between them and Guns and Roses, between them and Nirvana- in other words between the bands that I really loved.
Something smelly. Something cheesy. I saw them because Alice Cooper was semi-supporting them. Plus there were a lot of drunk women who seemed to absolutely adore them but chatted amongst themselves during Alice Cooper.
And that, my invisible friends, is a crime punishable only by having a litre of iced coke thrown at them from 2 rows behind and kicked down the stairs. Their husbands on the other hand played with their phones throughout both.
That punishment is death. When you look at the number of unreleased Beatles tracks and the high quality of some of those, it makes you wish that Zep had a few more hidden gems up their sleeves. Hey Hey is the only track worth mentioning. It could have made an appearance on any of the first 6 albums as it has that slow folk burning with the twist of a rock stomp.
Classic bluesy lyrics are soothed by Plant, the song structure is as basic as the band would ever get with chorus following verse as surely as a bad 80s solo album would follow the break up of a great 70s band. Strong melodies, easy playing and some interesting backing vocals make this a highlight.
The song chops and changes throughout the entire length with some excellent jamming moments, Bonham blasts as powerfully as possible, while Page changes his sounds and guitars as often as possible without become jarring.
The structure, while complex, is much more free than the other epics given the feeling that much of this was just improvised on the spot. Of course, the comic ending adds to the improvised nature with the band chatting and coughing rather than ending with a fading chord. As usual the melodies are wonderful and there are countless moments that you will be whistling hours after hearing.
It has a samba feel and even goes as far as having a carnival like breakdown halfway through with manic drumming and whistles. Opening rather jubilantly it quickly descends into a sombre blues piece at a funeral march pace. I love those moments when a band does something that no-one expects and it totally pays off; This is one of those moments.
Then we get the call and repeat between vocals and guitar and the infamous bowing, demonic sounds followed by a massive breakdown jam where the band unleash some of the most manic playing ever recorded. There is a simple structure which helps the melodies be all the more memorable and instant. Featuring arguably the most famous breakdown in rock history it is understandably a classic of the genre and highlights the band at their most sexual, at their heaviest.
Naturally Jones and Bonham let rip on the bones and bass, never highlighted more accurately than when the song was played live. The band sound like they are enjoying themselves and contrasting with the lyrics it sounds like a rare completely happy Zeppelin song.
Any time Bonzo comes in with a crash, no matter how soft the song, it becomes a stomping rock piece. This is excellent guitar parts and playing throughout and some of the best melodies from the album. Thanks to the skills of each member of the group and the way each person brings their own talents to the studio it seems like this is the original and that everything that went before was a lie.
It is dark, angry, and heavily blues ridden like much of the first album and it has the light and shade, soft and heavy phasing which the band used to such great effect. Zeppelin were known for their sexual antics, a lot of which may have overblown, a lot more which probably remains unspoken, but songs like this only further the legend.
The musicians teeter on the brink of ecstatic collapse while Plant is furious in the throes of orgasmic shrieking. When played live, Jones would often turn the song into a plus 20 minute piece by splicing in classical piano pieces and improvising on the spot. There are a few parts where led by Bonzo the song threatens to explode, but everything is constantly being reigned in.
With strange scales and timing employed throughout it is another breakthrough for popular music and opened a lot of doors for a lot of bands. The song quickly explodes as Page unleashes his guitar all over the riff while Plant explores his blues history by tapping into any number of past hits for the lyrics. After a frantic solo, the song slows, Page bows, and Plant becomes the hunter. This all grows with more and more overlapping of guitar sounds and tumbling drums and bass.
The Rosie section grooves along and everything begins to build up once again as we head back towards the main part of the song with a few extra riffs thrown in for good measure.
The song races along once more to the conclusion, which ends in a flurry of confidence and bragging and noise. It tells the infamous story of a notorious groupie the band encountered on their travels and has some hilarious lyrics befitting the tale.
This one was never played live as for some reason Page never liked it, but it always seemed to me that it would have been a live favourite. Huge riff? Bombastic bass and drums? Epic solo? Double check. The lyrics are typically gritty, lifted from many blues standards and the swagger of the bulk of the song lend an eternal cool.
An utterly gorgeous song brightened by hippy sentiment, darkened by the twist on innocence within and the tragic acceptance of things being unchangeable. The BBC Sessions recording adds a slightly more Country twist as Page slides about the fretboard, while Plant adds comedic pronunciations to certain words. Going To California IV.
Another wistful, largely gentle folk love song from a band mostly famous for destroying eardrums rather than settling nerves. This apparent dedication to Joni Mitchell is another flawless example of how a heavy rock band can make a softer song. Free from choruses, the song has a loose feel with the words and music rambling along in an endless journey. Tangerine III. The third mostly soft, mostly acoustic track in my top 10 is Tangerine. Apparently I am Tangerine.
With more misheard lyrics than you can shake a choirboy at, Tangerine is 3 minutes of genius. That stomping, scaling riff, balanced to perfection by Bonzo and Jones is eternal -creepy, stormy, evocative, and gives Plant all the freedom he needs to stretch his cords.
Plant is at turns, crisp, growling, whining, the strings lend a richness and Eastern otherness, while the lyrics are typically mystical. The lyrics are at once heartfelt and unashamedly embarassing — everything a dedication of love should be. I love the false ending and swirling return. The high point of an originally ill received third album, this is perfection at its most perfect. Inspired and inspirational, epic and creative in every sense, beautiful, loud, gentle, with writing and playing so stunning that you wonder how four blokes from England ever created it.
With massive over-dubbing, multi-layered tracks it is the essence of excess, but taken to such extreme precision that it becomes a frighteningly well-crafted beast with incredible depth — how many plus 10 minute songs can you listen to on repeat and never get tired of? Oh, and that dual drumming and riffage pretty much single handedly created metal as we know it today. All My Love ITTOD : Most would consider this as one of the worst Led Zep songs, the band jumping the shark, the band at their most cheesy, the band signalling that they were about to depart, but you must remember that those people are idiots.
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Nightrain AFD : 7. But Jonsi, Jonsi, Jonsi, Jonsi It was that way before, and now that the promotional juggernaut for "Go" has been launched it seems even more prominent. And as much as I really do like "Riceboy Sleeps", it's just not all I want to hear from an integral member of my favorite band. I think it was realistic that I had my doubts about the new album.
Even after putting "Boy Lilikoi" in repeat mode right after I downloaded it, I was still skeptical. Don't misunderstand I think that song is really good. If the entire album is on the same level as that one song it will still be great. And yet, it didn't spark the same kind of excitement an impending Sigur Ros release would have. Well, that's all changed. I finally sat back and tried to absorb all the many layers of "Go Do".
That was the problem, I think: there's just so much going on that you don't "get it" until you listen a little closer. When you do you can't help but get swept away by Jonsi's vocal harmonies. The way he uses his voice as a percussive instrument, right along with the "foot stomping" rhythms, is impossible not to be caught up in. The melodic lines are wonderful and there's just such a sense of joy and abandonment that even a cold blooded cynic like me can't help from smiling.
Sometimes I think that the only real joy I ever experience in my life is during some of Sigur Ros' songs, but there's no denying that "Go Do" gets that job done. So things have changed. Instead of lamenting no new SR album this year I am thrilled that Jonsi has been given the opportunity to create something like this. Indeed, as I said before, the album will be great if it's all as good as "Boy Lilikoi".
If it's all as good as "Go Do"? Oh, my God. I can't even imagine how much I will love "Go" if that turns out to be the case. No, I don't understand a damn thing he's saying Yes, I realize he's singing in English this time around. No, I don't care. Yes, I'll probably know all the words a week or two after I first get the record.
No, I still won't be able to sing along with his angel's voice much too high. Yes, I will try. No, you don't want to be around me when I do.
Yes, I'll give you fair warning. WATCH the video Music Video of the Week: Curtis Mayfield. I used to watch Ho Ho and Pokey every Saturday morning. Mazeppa on YouTube. These are "album covers" I made for some cassette tapes I had of my first band and a couple of "solo records". My uncle Bud passed away yesterday, between o'clock. My God! Mike Oldfield: The Making of "Ommadawn". There is a fine line between not wanting to offend and not giving a damn Music Video of the Week: Husker Du.
Something a little different and special this week. Live In London Husker Du. Jonsi - "Go Do" video. I knew there was a good reason for me to crawl out of bed, I just didn't know what it was until I found this, the first "official" video from Jonsi's album, "Go".
This is awesome Bambo cover art. Just wrapped up the cover art for both Bambo Syndicate albums currently available. Timmy saw himself floating at the bottom of a glass. He had a handful of grease in his hair and he sat towards the end of the bar with a glum look on his face. His dismal state of mind had nothing to do with Terry…in fact, he was puzzled as to why thoughts of her warm body pressing up against his did not cheer him up.
Those thoughts were definitely running through his head, but they were squelched by images of switch-blade knifes and motorbikes that made him depressed and hurt his tender feelings. Terry had only known him for one night and already she had told him, at least four times, that he needed to grow some thicker skin.
He knew, deep down in his heart of hearts that the advice was sound, but he also knew that he liked to mope and wallow in his depression too much to do anything about it. In a bar, no less? I swear to you that I am just about as oiled as a diesel train right now, and so far there has been no action to get in.
It always is when ZZ Top is in town. Billy Gibbons even stopped in to have a few Lone Stars and shoot a few rounds of pool. He had this huge glob of tobacco juice all in his beard but I was too scared to tell him about it. After all, he had you under pressure, showing up out of the clear blue sky like that. But damn, the same thing happened last month when Geddy Lee walked through those very doors.
I flat out laughed in his face, no reason, just busted out laughing. You got shit for brains. The fellar was a good shoulder to cry on when things got tough, but tolerating him when things started looking up was no easy task. He walked out the back door, whipping out his cell phone like it was an American Express Gold Card in a stripper club. Dialing the numbers he felt the cold rain drip down his face and no small degree of satisfaction that if Terry were to show up there and then the raindrops would disguise the tears.
That was when the dam broke and the tears began to fall. But he knew Terry would think he was bawling for her, so he was glad for the rain.
Not that there was any reason he should have been bawling for her, but you know how some gals are. When Terry answered his call it was all he could do to choke back the despair in his voice. I was just calling to see if you got to the house alright. The moving men were there all day and I think everything is accounted for. Have you looked around yet? Is anything missing? There IS something missing. I never broke the seal on it, baby.
What am I going to do? She would soon learn that Timmy had a way with confusion that she found alternately frustrating and loveable. Number one, we can go to the store and buy a new jar. He never trusted people who got paid to do something he could do himself, if only he had a truck large enough. Not only had they never discussed marriage, they had only been together for a day or two. Number three: fuck the pickles.
We can find something else to eat on our fourth. What was I thinking? Burgers are better than pickles! But can I ask you for one favor? Her acquiescence, however, was feigned. Deep down she realized a truth that, had she affirmed it there and then, would have saved her a world of heartache, pain and misery.
There was no getting around it: Timmy was an asshole of the highest order. But she loved this asshole. That made all the difference in the world. The sacrifices she made and the hardships she faced over the next few years were, to her, a small price to pay for the joy he brought into her life. He could do no wrong, she believed, and so what if he had expected sex within hours of meeting her? There was no denying, though, that ever since that fateful night she had been plotting and planning just how she was going to do the deed…if she could ever get him in the mood for it, that is.
Big word! Where did ya go? Are you still there? Answer me, bitch! I got to thinking. I gotta go, sweet cheekers. You gonna be there when I get there? I almost forgot. This is your time. This is your time to shine. You found a home in war. You entered into a contract with bad company and gave up the rights to your body, your mind, everything but your mortal soul.
They took advantage of the circumstance and you wound up deep in a bunk hole, hiding behind the tenuous wall of a manure pile. Bullets whizzed by your ears, fear possessed your frames like a demon taunted by the Lord. But no matter, husky gladiators. It is time to rest from your battle. Your automatic machine guns and your hand grenades. Your potent strains of anthrax and your agent orange. Surrender your arms, troglodytes. Cast them to the ground below. Consider the clatter they all make as they fall to the pavement.
Take it in, breathe it all in, make it yours… …for it IS yours. It was always yours, we just figured you would find it out on your own if you wanted it bad enough. No, I would agree: that is NOT fair.
When you consider the value we placed on you actually knowing this as a fact…well, I think it should be pretty damned obvious. Nay, not even close. I have brought you all here together because I wanted to be the first to tell you.
Warm nights tucked between clean linen sheets. Soft goose down pillows to bore your heads into. The journey home will be a victorious one, indeed. You shall see it from the comfort of a first class seat on the most expensive airliner we can afford! A small bottle of gin or whiskey is only a few feet away and all you have to do to get one is ask the attendant.
You know this. And she will sense this. It will drive her mad with desire. A dirty plaid shirt. Dripping with dark, brown mud, he smiled at you from beneath the brim of a straw hat that looked as if it had seen many better years. His lips were dry and cracked and his nose was a little runny. The buttons on that plaid shirt were the cute mother-of-pearl finish jobs, the kind that snap shut real easy.
How many men would have noticed that? It was also confirmed via Sony Berlin. The album was composed primarily on synthesisers, and its highly original sound and witty lyrics made it a hit, reaching the Top 5 in the UK and US. The group would be seen as one of the forefathers of the synthpop that would dominate the s and beyond. Thanks to Fokker for sharing the show at Dime.
Very likely recorded before being broadcast on the radio. Airwaves Track Kometenmelodie 40 mins. Autobahn Track Mitternacht 52 mins. Click here to order Kraftwerk releases. Click on the panels for a better view or to download jpg artwork. Very good satellite broadcast. The Junkies last recorded an album together in , the final album of their Nomad series.
Since then they had been working on different projects. In March , the Junkies digitally released their new album, Ghosts. The band had planned to re-release a remastered version of All That Reckoning as a vinyl double album with Ghosts being the second disc.
Unfortunately, the Covid pandemic delayed the project, potentially into the fall of The Junkies chose to release the album digitally in the spring of Third Crusade Track Escape Is So Simple Track Missing Children Track Common Disaster Track Working On A Building Track Sweet Jane Track Good Friday Track Misguided Angel Track Click here to order Cowboy Junkies releases.
Disc 3 Track Darling Instrumental Guitar Instrumental Let It Be Mean Mr. Mustard The Long And Winding Road I Want To Thank You Use What You Got Together In Love Feedback Improvisation Disc 4 Track Happiness Runs It Blew Again Dig A Pony Please Please Me Dialogue 70 mins. Opening for Alice Cooper. Jim says he and Mike were in the 2nd row, dead center and his photos reflect their up-close position. As always, post-production support courtesy of the always-game mjk, our partner and friend.
All Shook Up Track Michael Track Glycerine Queen Track Jam Track Click here to order Suzi Quatro releases. Ty Garrett Segall is an American multi-instrumentalist, singer-songwriter and record producer. He is best known for his prolific solo career during which he has released 11 studio albums, alongside various EPs, singles, and collaborative albums, including a release recorded with his live band billed as the Ty Segall Band and another from that same year with Tim Presley of White Fence.
In August , Segall will be releasing his 11th studio album, First Taste. Kindly email us if you encounter persistent problems downloading the files. Interview Track Click here to order Ty Segall releases. In , American jazz multi-instrumentalist Rahsaan Roland Kirk suffered a major stroke which led to partial paralysis of one side of his body.
He continued to perform and record, modifying his instruments to enable him to play with one arm. First, it needed a bit of clean up which our good friend u initiated before sending me his updated files for pitch correction.
Always an honor and a pleasure to help restore these valuable historical archives. Disc 1 Early Show Track Hackensack Track A Love Supreme Track Blow The Man Down Track Bright Moments Track Fly Town Nose Blues Track Satin Doll 63 mins.
Disc 2 Late show Track Untitled Track Blues Track Clickety Clack Track Sophisticated Lady Track Satin Doll Track Click here to order Rahsaan Roland Kirk releases. How anyone would judge this recording as poor is beyond me.
So why did Mike rate it Poor? As the recording starts, Mike takes a few minutes to settle into optimal position, but once he does he stays pretty locked in which, judging by the firecrackers, took some doing in a presumably rowdy crowd. We sat in the 3rd row, dead center at the front of our sweet spot for sound quality. The wheelchair era was fully established by this point in I pushed Mike into the building and helped him to his seat next to me.
Mike was not that into Sabbath, but he agreed to record it as a favor to me. I was the bigger fan. In fact, my first concert ever in was Sabbath with Yes as the opening act. What a bill. My favorite member of the band was Geezer Butler, the wild bass player. The show was typical Sabbath. A mix of old and new tunes.
Geezer was his energetic self. Iommi was steady on lead guitar. Bill Ward hammered away on the drums. On this tour the band did a lot more jamming than previous ones, especially compared to the first time I saw them in , where each song played live sounded pretty much like the album.
His Sabbath images are particularly good. As always, post-production was done by mjk, our partner and friend. Thanks as well to Goody for giving the pitch his thumbs up. Hole In The Sky Track Snowblind Track Symptom Of The Universe Track War Pigs Track Megalomania Track Sabbra Cadabra 59 mins.
Empty Chairs song meanings. Add your thoughts 10 Comments. General Comment This has always meant the loss of a loved one to me, probably a lover whom you felt would always bethere even though things weren't perfect. Have listened to it alot since my husband of 25 years just walked out one day- didn't see it coming at all and he didn't talk about his problems in a way I understood.
Makes me feel that at least i'm not the only one. No Replies Log in to reply. There was an error. General Comment I'm pretty sure it's about an unexpected breakup. He seems to be naive to the fact that she was giving him all the signs but, ultimately, he didn't know what he had till it was gone!
The "song" that is spoken of, it's this one! Empty Chairs! And the "his" is Don McLean's!It's the second song released from the album (the first being the awesome "Boy Lilikoi"), and together they whet my appetite for the full CD. As if I weren't already excited enough. It's kind of strange to see the direction he's going outside of Sigur Ros, as it seems to have a much more extroverted sensibility to it.