Music thoughts and Rush then/now

[coventry]

An excerpt from Michael Robbins' essay on death metal, Norwegian and otherwise, in the May, 2014, issue of

Harper's:

 

"

But I do think it's a shame to spend your middle years listening to the same old Game Theory records. The summer I was twenty-three, stumbling around Europe, I listened to the Stones'

Exile on Main Street

on my Walkman at least once a day.

Those songs slide right off me now. They gave me everything they had in them, and I'm grateful.

 

I didn't get into metal until I was in my thirties, and only then because -- this is really embarrassing to admit, but as they say in A.A., we're only as sick as our secrets - I was flipping through some of Robert Christgau's old

Consumer Guide

collections and saw he'd given Slayer's

Reign in Blood

a B+. Every time I think I've got a handle on [metal], I turn up some unsuspected star chart that leads me off in search of ever more distant constellations. It's like being seventeen again, perusing the testimony of Christgau, scouring every record store in town for some out-of-print Adverts album I just had to hear.

 

Except, of course, it's not like being seventeen at all. That out-of-print record is a Google search away,

and music can't ever again be as important to me as it was when I was young.

[Ralph Waldo] Emerson wrote that "after thirty a man wakes up sad every morning excepting perhaps five or six until the day of his death." This is -- how shall I put it - true.

Listening to most rock and roll now involves remembering what it used to do for me that it can't anymore.

"

 

These words have resonated for the past few months. I don't want to really believe them, but he has a point. And while certain Rush tunes and parts thereof -- the ending of 'Subdivisions'; the bridge of 'Presto'; the sheer instrumental power of the intro to 'Xanadu'; the sheer power of 'Headlong Flight', among others -- will take much longer to slide off me, in many ways much of the rest of the catalog has given me everything it has. I'm grateful for it, but it slides, at some times more slowly than at others, and 2112 will never have the same emotional power (is there a German word for this? There should be) as it did for me 25 years ago. Neither will 'Tom Sawyer', neither will 'DEW'. And yet while I'll always remember the magic of hearing 'TSOR' for the first time with its sublime blend of guitar energy and atmospheric glockenspiel, I doubt I'll ever feel that same magic again.

 

 

Of course, there's always a Rush cd somewhere in the car, and the power of a Rush concert is a musical experience still unparalleled in my life. But in some ways we're trying to recapture that unabashed importance Rush meant to us when we were younger and first discovered them - and we never can. Echoes, even re-released and amplified, still decay.

[Spaghetti Lee]

I find just the opposite. I find that I'm appreciating more of the old stuff that I didn't really appreciate as much at the time. I DEFINITELY appreciate songs like Middletown Dreams and Time Stand Still more than I did when they first came out; same as for songs such as Prime Mover and Mission. I always LIKED those songs, but I definitely get MUCH more out of songs like those now than when I was a teenager...absolutely.

 

But the "bridge of Pissto" will ALWAYS elicit uncontrolled projectile vomiting. Yuk!!! About the only thing worse would be having to sit and listen to Bravado for more than two minutes. Ack!!! I swear I'd dismember a baby yak if I was forced to listen to that over and over.

 

I DO find, however, that those songs which truly sucked when they first came out STILL suck; they haven't gotten any better, and in fact they continue to get worse...they slowly decompose like the contents of an old abandoned septic tank in a Nebraska trailer park. I'm of course referring to steamers such as Available Sh*t and Totem, Speed of Love and The Big Wheel. As time goes by, suckage existentially increases.

Edited June 6, 2014 by Spaghetti Lee

[Segue Myles]

I find just the opposite. I find that I'm appreciating more of the old stuff that I didn't really appreciate as much at the time. I DEFINITELY appreciate songs like Middletown Dreams and Time Stand Still more than I did when they first came out; same as for songs such as Prime Mover and Mission. I always LIKED those songs, but I definitely get MUCH more out of songs like those now than when I was a teenager...absolutely.

 

But the "bridge of Pissto" will ALWAYS elicit uncontrolled projectile vomiting. Yuk!!! About the only thing worse would be having to sit and listen to Bravado for more than two minutes. Ack!!! I swear I'd dismember a baby yak if I was forced to listen to that over and over.

 

I DO find, however, that those songs which truly sucked when they first came out STILL suck; they haven't gotten any better, and in fact they continue to get worse...they slowly decompose like the contents of an old abandoned septic tank in a Nebraska trailer park. I'm of course referring to steamers such as Available Sh*t and Totem, Speed of Love and The Big Wheel. As time goes by, suckage existentially increases.

 

You were doing so well and then you spoiled it all by being crude.

 

Still...that first paragraph was almost like Shakespeare compared to your worst...bravo Spag Bol!

[Segue Myles]

Available Light is one of the all time GREAT Geddy Lee vocal performances.

[coventry]

I find just the opposite. I find that I'm appreciating more of the old stuff that I didn't really appreciate as much at the time. I DEFINITELY appreciate songs like Middletown Dreams and Time Stand Still more than I did when they first came out; same as for songs such as Prime Mover and Mission. I always LIKED those songs, but I definitely get MUCH more out of songs like those now than when I was a teenager...absolutely.

 

But the "bridge of Pissto" will ALWAYS elicit uncontrolled projectile vomiting. Yuk!!! About the only thing worse would be having to sit and listen to Bravado for more than two minutes. Ack!!! I swear I'd dismember a baby yak if I was forced to listen to that over and over.

 

I DO find, however, that those songs which truly sucked when they first came out STILL suck; they haven't gotten any better, and in fact they continue to get worse...they slowly decompose like the contents of an old abandoned septic tank in a Nebraska trailer park. I'm of course referring to steamers such as Available Sh*t and Totem, Speed of Love and The Big Wheel. As time goes by, suckage existentially increases.

 

That's the point - "appreciating" something is a far cry from the initial magic and wonder it produced.

 

FYI - you don't have to quote "bridge of Pissto" - 'Pissto' is your word; thus, quote only "bridge of" - but even that is unnecessary as MLA allows for four sequential words before a quote is necessary. Please try to pay attention.

[The Analog Cub]

I don't find a lot of magic when I first listen to something. I feel it moreso when I listen to something I haven't played in a while, like By-Tor after not hearing it for a long time.

[Spaghetti Lee]

I find just the opposite. I find that I'm appreciating more of the old stuff that I didn't really appreciate as much at the time. I DEFINITELY appreciate songs like Middletown Dreams and Time Stand Still more than I did when they first came out; same as for songs such as Prime Mover and Mission. I always LIKED those songs, but I definitely get MUCH more out of songs like those now than when I was a teenager...absolutely.

 

But the "bridge of Pissto" will ALWAYS elicit uncontrolled projectile vomiting. Yuk!!! About the only thing worse would be having to sit and listen to Bravado for more than two minutes. Ack!!! I swear I'd dismember a baby yak if I was forced to listen to that over and over.

 

I DO find, however, that those songs which truly sucked when they first came out STILL suck; they haven't gotten any better, and in fact they continue to get worse...they slowly decompose like the contents of an old abandoned septic tank in a Nebraska trailer park. I'm of course referring to steamers such as Available Sh*t and Totem, Speed of Love and The Big Wheel. As time goes by, suckage existentially increases.

 

That's the point - "appreciating" something is a far cry from the initial magic and wonder it produced.

 

FYI - you don't have to quote "bridge of Pissto" - 'Pissto' is your word; thus, quote only "bridge of" - but even that is unnecessary as MLA allows for four sequential words before a quote is necessary. Please try to pay attention.

 

 

That's the thing...for those songs I first mentioned that I "appreciate" more now, I never HAD much "initial magic and wonder" regarding them. They weren't that big of a deal back then...but they are now. That's MY point.

 

BTW...you quoted "appreciating" which is only one word (not four)...please try to pay attention to yourself. :)

[Lorraine]

An excerpt from Michael Robbins' essay on death metal, Norwegian and otherwise, in the May, 2014, issue of

Harper's:

 

"

But I do think it's a shame to spend your middle years listening to the same old Game Theory records. The summer I was twenty-three, stumbling around Europe, I listened to the Stones'

Exile on Main Street

on my Walkman at least once a day.

Those songs slide right off me now. They gave me everything they had in them, and I'm grateful.

 

I didn't get into metal until I was in my thirties, and only then because -- this is really embarrassing to admit, but as they say in A.A., we're only as sick as our secrets - I was flipping through some of Robert Christgau's old

Consumer Guide

collections and saw he'd given Slayer's

Reign in Blood

a B+. Every time I think I've got a handle on [metal], I turn up some unsuspected star chart that leads me off in search of ever more distant constellations. It's like being seventeen again, perusing the testimony of Christgau, scouring every record store in town for some out-of-print Adverts album I just had to hear.

 

Except, of course, it's not like being seventeen at all. That out-of-print record is a Google search away,

and music can't ever again be as important to me as it was when I was young.

[Ralph Waldo] Emerson wrote that "after thirty a man wakes up sad every morning excepting perhaps five or six until the day of his death." This is -- how shall I put it - true.

Listening to most rock and roll now involves remembering what it used to do for me that it can't anymore.

"

 

These words have resonated for the past few months. I don't want to really believe them, but he has a point. And while certain Rush tunes and parts thereof -- the ending of 'Subdivisions'; the bridge of 'Presto'; the sheer instrumental power of the intro to 'Xanadu'; the sheer power of 'Headlong Flight', among others -- will take much longer to slide off me, in many ways much of the rest of the catalog has given me everything it has. I'm grateful for it, but it slides, at some times more slowly than at others, and 2112 will never have the same emotional power (is there a German word for this? There should be) as it did for me 25 years ago. Neither will 'Tom Sawyer', neither will 'DEW'. And yet while I'll always remember the magic of hearing 'TSOR' for the first time with its sublime blend of guitar energy and atmospheric glockenspiel, I doubt I'll ever feel that same magic again.

 

 

Of course, there's always a Rush cd somewhere in the car, and the power of a Rush concert is a musical experience still unparalleled in my life. But in some ways we're trying to recapture that unabashed importance Rush meant to us when we were younger and first discovered them - and we never can. Echoes, even re-released and amplified, still decay.

 

 

On the 6th of July, I will be sixty. That's right. SIXTY. I have loved music as long as I can remember. Even as a very little girl, I loved it.

 

I can listen to an album today and it takes me right back to where I was when it first came out. Someone once put it very well: music has been and is the soundtrack of my life. Back then. And today.

 

Neil would probably be horrified ( :o ) if he knew that there was someone out there listening to his lyrics and taking them almost the opposite of how he meant them to be taken - or taking them in a spiritual sense (double horror for Neil :o :o ).

 

While it is true that music doesn't take front and center stage in my life as it once did, that is only because there are other things now that push it a bit to the side. But, if I could, I would make it once again front and center.

 

Music will always be important to me until the day I die.

[Tony R]

An excerpt from Michael Robbins' essay on death metal, Norwegian and otherwise, in the May, 2014, issue of

Harper's:

 

"

But I do think it's a shame to spend your middle years listening to the same old Game Theory records. The summer I was twenty-three, stumbling around Europe, I listened to the Stones'

Exile on Main Street

on my Walkman at least once a day.

Those songs slide right off me now. They gave me everything they had in them, and I'm grateful.

 

I didn't get into metal until I was in my thirties, and only then because -- this is really embarrassing to admit, but as they say in A.A., we're only as sick as our secrets - I was flipping through some of Robert Christgau's old

Consumer Guide

collections and saw he'd given Slayer's

Reign in Blood

a B+. Every time I think I've got a handle on [metal], I turn up some unsuspected star chart that leads me off in search of ever more distant constellations. It's like being seventeen again, perusing the testimony of Christgau, scouring every record store in town for some out-of-print Adverts album I just had to hear.

 

Except, of course, it's not like being seventeen at all. That out-of-print record is a Google search away,

and music can't ever again be as important to me as it was when I was young.

[Ralph Waldo] Emerson wrote that "after thirty a man wakes up sad every morning excepting perhaps five or six until the day of his death." This is -- how shall I put it - true.

Listening to most rock and roll now involves remembering what it used to do for me that it can't anymore.

"

 

These words have resonated for the past few months. I don't want to really believe them, but he has a point. And while certain Rush tunes and parts thereof -- the ending of 'Subdivisions'; the bridge of 'Presto'; the sheer instrumental power of the intro to 'Xanadu'; the sheer power of 'Headlong Flight', among others -- will take much longer to slide off me, in many ways much of the rest of the catalog has given me everything it has. I'm grateful for it, but it slides, at some times more slowly than at others, and 2112 will never have the same emotional power (is there a German word for this? There should be) as it did for me 25 years ago. Neither will 'Tom Sawyer', neither will 'DEW'. And yet while I'll always remember the magic of hearing 'TSOR' for the first time with its sublime blend of guitar energy and atmospheric glockenspiel, I doubt I'll ever feel that same magic again.

 

 

Of course, there's always a Rush cd somewhere in the car, and the power of a Rush concert is a musical experience still unparalleled in my life. But in some ways we're trying to recapture that unabashed importance Rush meant to us when we were younger and first discovered them - and we never can. Echoes, even re-released and amplified, still decay.

 

 

On the 6th of July, I will be sixty. That's right. SIXTY. I have loved music as long as I can remember. Even as a very little girl, I loved it.

 

I can listen to an album today and it takes me right back to where I was when it first came out. Someone once put it very well: music has been and is the soundtrack of my life. Back then. And today.

 

Neil would probably be horrified ( :o ) if he knew that there was someone out there listening to his lyrics and taking them almost the opposite of how he meant them to be taken - or taking them in a spiritual sense (double horror for Neil :o :o ).

 

While it is true that music doesn't take front and center stage in my life as it once did, that is only because there are other things now that push it a bit to the side. But, if I could, I would make it once again front and center.

 

Music will always be important to me until the day I die.

 

60 you say? That's the new 40.

 

:cheers:

[Cyclonus X-1]

As time goes by, suckage existentially increases.

 

The only thing I hate more than an existential increase is a malapropism.

[Spaghetti Lee]

As time goes by, suckage existentially increases.

 

The only thing I hate more than an existential increase is a malapropism.

 

That's not as bad as existential priapism!

[KennyLee]

I find just the opposite. I find that I'm appreciating more of the old stuff that I didn't really appreciate as much at the time. I DEFINITELY appreciate songs like Middletown Dreams and Time Stand Still more than I did when they first came out; same as for songs such as Prime Mover and Mission. I always LIKED those songs, but I definitely get MUCH more out of songs like those now than when I was a teenager...absolutely.

 

But the "bridge of Pissto" will ALWAYS elicit uncontrolled projectile vomiting. Yuk!!! About the only thing worse would be having to sit and listen to Bravado for more than two minutes. Ack!!! I swear I'd dismember a baby yak if I was forced to listen to that over and over.

 

I DO find, however, that those songs which truly sucked when they first came out STILL suck; they haven't gotten any better, and in fact they continue to get worse...they slowly decompose like the contents of an old abandoned septic tank in a Nebraska trailer park. I'm of course referring to steamers such as Available Sh*t and Totem, Speed of Love and The Big Wheel. As time goes by, suckage existentially increases.

 

[Spaghetti Lee]

I find just the opposite. I find that I'm appreciating more of the old stuff that I didn't really appreciate as much at the time. I DEFINITELY appreciate songs like Middletown Dreams and Time Stand Still more than I did when they first came out; same as for songs such as Prime Mover and Mission. I always LIKED those songs, but I definitely get MUCH more out of songs like those now than when I was a teenager...absolutely.

 

But the "bridge of Pissto" will ALWAYS elicit uncontrolled projectile vomiting. Yuk!!! About the only thing worse would be having to sit and listen to Bravado for more than two minutes. Ack!!! I swear I'd dismember a baby yak if I was forced to listen to that over and over.

 

I DO find, however, that those songs which truly sucked when they first came out STILL suck; they haven't gotten any better, and in fact they continue to get worse...they slowly decompose like the contents of an old abandoned septic tank in a Nebraska trailer park. I'm of course referring to steamers such as Available Sh*t and Totem, Speed of Love and The Big Wheel. As time goes by, suckage existentially increases.

 

 

Your rear looks very red and inflamed there, Ken Lee. I would suggest lube next time.

Edited June 6, 2014 by Spaghetti Lee

[JARG]

An excerpt from Michael Robbins' essay on death metal, Norwegian and otherwise, in the May, 2014, issue of

Harper's:

 

"

But I do think it's a shame to spend your middle years listening to the same old Game Theory records. The summer I was twenty-three, stumbling around Europe, I listened to the Stones'

Exile on Main Street

on my Walkman at least once a day.

Those songs slide right off me now. They gave me everything they had in them, and I'm grateful.

 

I didn't get into metal until I was in my thirties, and only then because -- this is really embarrassing to admit, but as they say in A.A., we're only as sick as our secrets - I was flipping through some of Robert Christgau's old

Consumer Guide

collections and saw he'd given Slayer's

Reign in Blood

a B+. Every time I think I've got a handle on [metal], I turn up some unsuspected star chart that leads me off in search of ever more distant constellations. It's like being seventeen again, perusing the testimony of Christgau, scouring every record store in town for some out-of-print Adverts album I just had to hear.

 

Except, of course, it's not like being seventeen at all. That out-of-print record is a Google search away,

and music can't ever again be as important to me as it was when I was young.

[Ralph Waldo] Emerson wrote that "after thirty a man wakes up sad every morning excepting perhaps five or six until the day of his death." This is -- how shall I put it - true.

Listening to most rock and roll now involves remembering what it used to do for me that it can't anymore.

"

 

These words have resonated for the past few months. I don't want to really believe them, but he has a point. And while certain Rush tunes and parts thereof -- the ending of 'Subdivisions'; the bridge of 'Presto'; the sheer instrumental power of the intro to 'Xanadu'; the sheer power of 'Headlong Flight', among others -- will take much longer to slide off me, in many ways much of the rest of the catalog has given me everything it has. I'm grateful for it, but it slides, at some times more slowly than at others, and 2112 will never have the same emotional power (is there a German word for this? There should be) as it did for me 25 years ago. Neither will 'Tom Sawyer', neither will 'DEW'. And yet while I'll always remember the magic of hearing 'TSOR' for the first time with its sublime blend of guitar energy and atmospheric glockenspiel, I doubt I'll ever feel that same magic again.

 

 

Of course, there's always a Rush cd somewhere in the car, and the power of a Rush concert is a musical experience still unparalleled in my life. But in some ways we're trying to recapture that unabashed importance Rush meant to us when we were younger and first discovered them - and we never can. Echoes, even re-released and amplified, still decay.

 

I agree with you. Music in general doesn't hold sway with me the way it used to. Rush is still a fine band, but I haven't been excited by their music (even their older stuff, which used to excite the hell out of me) in a very long time. The older I get the harder I have to work to connect with the kid in me who used to think Rush was...important.

 

They're no longer important to me. Like I said, they're a fine band, but if they hung it tomorrow (or last year, or the year before that, or the year before that, or...), I can't see me feeling any particular way about it, other than strangely relieved.

[Segue Myles]

An excerpt from Michael Robbins' essay on death metal, Norwegian and otherwise, in the May, 2014, issue of

Harper's:

 

"

But I do think it's a shame to spend your middle years listening to the same old Game Theory records. The summer I was twenty-three, stumbling around Europe, I listened to the Stones'

Exile on Main Street

on my Walkman at least once a day.

Those songs slide right off me now. They gave me everything they had in them, and I'm grateful.

 

I didn't get into metal until I was in my thirties, and only then because -- this is really embarrassing to admit, but as they say in A.A., we're only as sick as our secrets - I was flipping through some of Robert Christgau's old

Consumer Guide

collections and saw he'd given Slayer's

Reign in Blood

a B+. Every time I think I've got a handle on [metal], I turn up some unsuspected star chart that leads me off in search of ever more distant constellations. It's like being seventeen again, perusing the testimony of Christgau, scouring every record store in town for some out-of-print Adverts album I just had to hear.

 

Except, of course, it's not like being seventeen at all. That out-of-print record is a Google search away,

and music can't ever again be as important to me as it was when I was young.

[Ralph Waldo] Emerson wrote that "after thirty a man wakes up sad every morning excepting perhaps five or six until the day of his death." This is -- how shall I put it - true.

Listening to most rock and roll now involves remembering what it used to do for me that it can't anymore.

"

 

These words have resonated for the past few months. I don't want to really believe them, but he has a point. And while certain Rush tunes and parts thereof -- the ending of 'Subdivisions'; the bridge of 'Presto'; the sheer instrumental power of the intro to 'Xanadu'; the sheer power of 'Headlong Flight', among others -- will take much longer to slide off me, in many ways much of the rest of the catalog has given me everything it has. I'm grateful for it, but it slides, at some times more slowly than at others, and 2112 will never have the same emotional power (is there a German word for this? There should be) as it did for me 25 years ago. Neither will 'Tom Sawyer', neither will 'DEW'. And yet while I'll always remember the magic of hearing 'TSOR' for the first time with its sublime blend of guitar energy and atmospheric glockenspiel, I doubt I'll ever feel that same magic again.

 

 

Of course, there's always a Rush cd somewhere in the car, and the power of a Rush concert is a musical experience still unparalleled in my life. But in some ways we're trying to recapture that unabashed importance Rush meant to us when we were younger and first discovered them - and we never can. Echoes, even re-released and amplified, still decay.

 

 

On the 6th of July, I will be sixty. That's right. SIXTY. I have loved music as long as I can remember. Even as a very little girl, I loved it.

 

I can listen to an album today and it takes me right back to where I was when it first came out. Someone once put it very well: music has been and is the soundtrack of my life. Back then. And today.

 

Neil would probably be horrified ( :o ) if he knew that there was someone out there listening to his lyrics and taking them almost the opposite of how he meant them to be taken - or taking them in a spiritual sense (double horror for Neil :o :o ).

 

While it is true that music doesn't take front and center stage in my life as it once did, that is only because there are other things now that push it a bit to the side. But, if I could, I would make it once again front and center.

 

Music will always be important to me until the day I die.

 

 

Old age just increases your monetary value, like a Fabergé Egg or a fossil...

 

Here, have a cupcake, (the lady in purple is some dumb wench i had to shoot away from your cake...its much desirable!)

 

 

 

http://www.mmmtasty.ca/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/cupcake.jpg

[bluefox4000]

A lot of times music doesn't hit me right away.....in fact at first sometimes i'm down right unimpressed. Happened with rush a lot. the only album that clicked right off with me right off with me was Permanent waves. But that's what i like about about music with me. I love the slow grow process.

 

Mick

[Lorraine]

 

Old age just increases your monetary value, like a Fabergé Egg or a fossil...

 

Here, have a cupcake, (the lady in purple is some dumb wench i had to shoot away from your cake...its much desirable!)

 

 

 

http://www.mmmtasty.ca/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/cupcake.jpg

 

Thank you. I think. (fossil?? :eyeroll: )

 

 

I hope she didn't get her germs on my cupcake. Where are her manners?

[KennyLee]

I have a new resurgence in Rush. I was always into the band from my first listen and learned how to play bass by learning Rush. As I started playing in other bands I would focus on the material I was learning, playing, learning words to for vocals, etc. Music became a bit of a chore in that regard while I was listening to it. Playing it was always fun but listening was almost always homework.

 

I loved Rush and would throw on a CD from time to time but couldn't play it all the time. I learned most music while driving in the car.

 

Then, it happened. I started a Rush tribute band and all of the sudden I could have both! Dream come true. I listen, enjoy, learn and enjoy learning! The playing is twice as fun as it ever was... no bad song on the set list. No horrible song that we had to play because everyone always requests it.

 

I look at the set list and can't wait to play everything on it. I get to play Xanadu next? And then La Villa and Hemispheres? Yay!!!

 

I have been taken back to my childhood in that sense. Not remembering or trying to re-live it. I have a whole new childhood to enjoy.

 

Yay me!!!!! :dweez:

[Segue Myles]

Old age just increases your monetary value, like a Fabergé Egg or a fossil...

 

Here, have a cupcake, (the lady in purple is some dumb wench i had to shoot away from your cake...its much desirable!)

 

 

 

http://www.mmmtasty.ca/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/cupcake.jpg

 

Thank you. I think. (fossil?? :eyeroll: )

 

 

I hope she didn't get her germs on my cupcake. Where are her manners?

 

The important thing is that she is dead.

[Lorraine]

I just came back to say almost something similar to Kenny.

 

My first exposure to Rush via FM radio in NYC in the seventies was horrid. The songs the djs chose to push off the seventies albums, well - they should be ashamed. It wasn't until Moving Pictures that any interest in them was sparked in me.

Fast forward to present. I never thought another band would captivate me like The Moody Blues did way back in 1968. But Rush has done just that.

 

Yay me too!

[Lorraine]

Old age just increases your monetary value, like a Fabergé Egg or a fossil...

 

Here, have a cupcake, (the lady in purple is some dumb wench i had to shoot away from your cake...its much desirable!)

 

 

 

http://www.mmmtasty.ca/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/cupcake.jpg

 

Thank you. I think. (fossil?? :eyeroll: )

 

 

I hope she didn't get her germs on my cupcake. Where are her manners?

 

The important thing is that she is dead.

 

You must be a scream in person.

[coventry]

I find just the opposite. I find that I'm appreciating more of the old stuff that I didn't really appreciate as much at the time. I DEFINITELY appreciate songs like Middletown Dreams and Time Stand Still more than I did when they first came out; same as for songs such as Prime Mover and Mission. I always LIKED those songs, but I definitely get MUCH more out of songs like those now than when I was a teenager...absolutely.

 

But the "bridge of Pissto" will ALWAYS elicit uncontrolled projectile vomiting. Yuk!!! About the only thing worse would be having to sit and listen to Bravado for more than two minutes. Ack!!! I swear I'd dismember a baby yak if I was forced to listen to that over and over.

 

I DO find, however, that those songs which truly sucked when they first came out STILL suck; they haven't gotten any better, and in fact they continue to get worse...they slowly decompose like the contents of an old abandoned septic tank in a Nebraska trailer park. I'm of course referring to steamers such as Available Sh*t and Totem, Speed of Love and The Big Wheel. As time goes by, suckage existentially increases.

 

That's the point - "appreciating" something is a far cry from the initial magic and wonder it produced.

 

FYI - you don't have to quote "bridge of Pissto" - 'Pissto' is your word; thus, quote only "bridge of" - but even that is unnecessary as MLA allows for four sequential words before a quote is necessary. Please try to pay attention.

 

 

That's the thing...for those songs I first mentioned that I "appreciate" more now, I never HAD much "initial magic and wonder" regarding them. They weren't that big of a deal back then...but they are now. That's MY point.

 

BTW...you quoted "appreciating" which is only one word (not four)...please try to pay attention to yourself. :)

 

Yes, I did quote it - as I was quoting a single word's importance, its specific usage by another writer, and to call attention to its usage in a sentence. Thus, you do quote it - as per MLA format.

 

Don't f**k with an English teacher, jackass.

Edited June 6, 2014 by coventry

[coventry]

An excerpt from Michael Robbins' essay on death metal, Norwegian and otherwise, in the May, 2014, issue of

Harper's:

 

"

But I do think it's a shame to spend your middle years listening to the same old Game Theory records. The summer I was twenty-three, stumbling around Europe, I listened to the Stones'

Exile on Main Street

on my Walkman at least once a day.

Those songs slide right off me now. They gave me everything they had in them, and I'm grateful.

 

I didn't get into metal until I was in my thirties, and only then because -- this is really embarrassing to admit, but as they say in A.A., we're only as sick as our secrets - I was flipping through some of Robert Christgau's old

Consumer Guide

collections and saw he'd given Slayer's

Reign in Blood

a B+. Every time I think I've got a handle on [metal], I turn up some unsuspected star chart that leads me off in search of ever more distant constellations. It's like being seventeen again, perusing the testimony of Christgau, scouring every record store in town for some out-of-print Adverts album I just had to hear.

 

Except, of course, it's not like being seventeen at all. That out-of-print record is a Google search away,

and music can't ever again be as important to me as it was when I was young.

[Ralph Waldo] Emerson wrote that "after thirty a man wakes up sad every morning excepting perhaps five or six until the day of his death." This is -- how shall I put it - true.

Listening to most rock and roll now involves remembering what it used to do for me that it can't anymore.

"

 

These words have resonated for the past few months. I don't want to really believe them, but he has a point. And while certain Rush tunes and parts thereof -- the ending of 'Subdivisions'; the bridge of 'Presto'; the sheer instrumental power of the intro to 'Xanadu'; the sheer power of 'Headlong Flight', among others -- will take much longer to slide off me, in many ways much of the rest of the catalog has given me everything it has. I'm grateful for it, but it slides, at some times more slowly than at others, and 2112 will never have the same emotional power (is there a German word for this? There should be) as it did for me 25 years ago. Neither will 'Tom Sawyer', neither will 'DEW'. And yet while I'll always remember the magic of hearing 'TSOR' for the first time with its sublime blend of guitar energy and atmospheric glockenspiel, I doubt I'll ever feel that same magic again.

 

 

Of course, there's always a Rush cd somewhere in the car, and the power of a Rush concert is a musical experience still unparalleled in my life. But in some ways we're trying to recapture that unabashed importance Rush meant to us when we were younger and first discovered them - and we never can. Echoes, even re-released and amplified, still decay.

 

 

On the 6th of July, I will be sixty. That's right. SIXTY. I have loved music as long as I can remember. Even as a very little girl, I loved it.

 

I can listen to an album today and it takes me right back to where I was when it first came out. Someone once put it very well: music has been and is the soundtrack of my life. Back then. And today.

 

Neil would probably be horrified ( :o ) if he knew that there was someone out there listening to his lyrics and taking them almost the opposite of how he meant them to be taken - or taking them in a spiritual sense (double horror for Neil :o :o ).

 

While it is true that music doesn't take front and center stage in my life as it once did, that is only because there are other things now that push it a bit to the side. But, if I could, I would make it once again front and center.

 

Music will always be important to me until the day I die.

 

 

I don't dispute the mnemonic power of music - second only to smell - but that memory is a pale fire to the original flame of experience and context.

 

And the original excerpt wasn't calling music unimportant; only that it didn't have the power it once had - consider the sway music had over the 17-year old you versus the 60 year old you. You listen with a more critical ear now; you have layers and layers of experience and comparison to use with new music; you, as you said, have other things that push music to the side.

 

I mean, I have a raging audiophile system downstairs and I still make time maybe once a week to do some serious listening. And even relegating listening to a basement hi-end audio system is something the 17-year old me would never have done.

 

Edit: Happy 59.11, Lorraine!

Edited June 6, 2014 by coventry

[Segue Myles]

Old age just increases your monetary value, like a Fabergé Egg or a fossil...

 

Here, have a cupcake, (the lady in purple is some dumb wench i had to shoot away from your cake...its much desirable!)

 

 

 

http://www.mmmtasty.ca/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/cupcake.jpg

 

Thank you. I think. (fossil?? :eyeroll: )

 

 

I hope she didn't get her germs on my cupcake. Where are her manners?

 

The important thing is that she is dead.

 

You must be a scream in person.

 

Meh...you either love me, or you love me...

[Lorraine]

An excerpt from Michael Robbins' essay on death metal, Norwegian and otherwise, in the May, 2014, issue of

Harper's:

 

"

But I do think it's a shame to spend your middle years listening to the same old Game Theory records. The summer I was twenty-three, stumbling around Europe, I listened to the Stones'

Exile on Main Street

on my Walkman at least once a day.

Those songs slide right off me now. They gave me everything they had in them, and I'm grateful.

 

I didn't get into metal until I was in my thirties, and only then because -- this is really embarrassing to admit, but as they say in A.A., we're only as sick as our secrets - I was flipping through some of Robert Christgau's old

Consumer Guide

collections and saw he'd given Slayer's

Reign in Blood

a B+. Every time I think I've got a handle on [metal], I turn up some unsuspected star chart that leads me off in search of ever more distant constellations. It's like being seventeen again, perusing the testimony of Christgau, scouring every record store in town for some out-of-print Adverts album I just had to hear.

 

Except, of course, it's not like being seventeen at all. That out-of-print record is a Google search away,

and music can't ever again be as important to me as it was when I was young.

[Ralph Waldo] Emerson wrote that "after thirty a man wakes up sad every morning excepting perhaps five or six until the day of his death." This is -- how shall I put it - true.

Listening to most rock and roll now involves remembering what it used to do for me that it can't anymore.

"

 

These words have resonated for the past few months. I don't want to really believe them, but he has a point. And while certain Rush tunes and parts thereof -- the ending of 'Subdivisions'; the bridge of 'Presto'; the sheer instrumental power of the intro to 'Xanadu'; the sheer power of 'Headlong Flight', among others -- will take much longer to slide off me, in many ways much of the rest of the catalog has given me everything it has. I'm grateful for it, but it slides, at some times more slowly than at others, and 2112 will never have the same emotional power (is there a German word for this? There should be) as it did for me 25 years ago. Neither will 'Tom Sawyer', neither will 'DEW'. And yet while I'll always remember the magic of hearing 'TSOR' for the first time with its sublime blend of guitar energy and atmospheric glockenspiel, I doubt I'll ever feel that same magic again.

 

 

Of course, there's always a Rush cd somewhere in the car, and the power of a Rush concert is a musical experience still unparalleled in my life. But in some ways we're trying to recapture that unabashed importance Rush meant to us when we were younger and first discovered them - and we never can. Echoes, even re-released and amplified, still decay.

 

 

On the 6th of July, I will be sixty. That's right. SIXTY. I have loved music as long as I can remember. Even as a very little girl, I loved it.

 

I can listen to an album today and it takes me right back to where I was when it first came out. Someone once put it very well: music has been and is the soundtrack of my life. Back then. And today.

 

Neil would probably be horrified ( :o ) if he knew that there was someone out there listening to his lyrics and taking them almost the opposite of how he meant them to be taken - or taking them in a spiritual sense (double horror for Neil :o :o ).

 

While it is true that music doesn't take front and center stage in my life as it once did, that is only because there are other things now that push it a bit to the side. But, if I could, I would make it once again front and center.

 

Music will always be important to me until the day I die.

 

 

I don't dispute the mnemonic power of music - second only to smell - but that memory is a pale fire to the original flame of experience and context.

 

And the original excerpt wasn't calling music unimportant; only that it didn't have the power it once had - consider the sway music had over the 17-year old you versus the 60 year old you. You listen with a more critical ear now; you have layers and layers of experience and comparison to use with new music; you, as you said, have other things that push music to the side.

 

I mean, I have a raging audiophile system downstairs and I still make time maybe once a week to do some serious listening. And even relegating listening to a basement hi-end audio system is something the 17-year old me would never have done.

 

Edit: Happy 59.11, Lorraine!

 

 

Well, yes. I am not a youth anymore with nary a care or responsibility in the world. Music has to take a back seat today.

 

Four more weeks to go of being able to say "fifty-nine" and then I will enter into sixty-ville.