Bjork-07: The Homecoming
Looks like after a lot of beating about Bjork has finally went and became what she always intented to - an arena rock star!
Laugh all you like, but take Tarantino, for instance. Judging by Reservoir Dogs and Pulp Fiction, you might think he’s into independend films. But if you look at what he’s done lately, you’ll see that b-movies are more like his archetype.
What cripples Bjork as a metal goddess though is her anything-but-guitars notion. This year it’s brass section and reactable. Can you imagine Joga with brass?
Hail to the winners
I know why USSR and Yugoslavia split themselves in so many parts! Now the splinters can vote for each other on Eurovision all they like, having outnumbered the Western and Northern Europe countries.
I also know who won my heart. The 18th place in the final, The Ark, easily (and somewhat sadly) the only really interesting act in the whole show.
Not that I think glam-rock is the best music style. There ain’t no best music style, and I like a good glam, and those guys get it right. Especially with their last album, and their new keyboardist.
So I think it’s good they appeared on Eurovision this year. Maybe not that good for Sweden*, and it’s hardly done any good to the masses, but good for gals and guys like me.
Thank you Jesus!
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* That depends on what Sweden wanted to achieve. If it was to help the world with a bit of good music, they succeeded no shit. Bless your big shiny heart Sweden!
Smoke on The Water
During one of these lost and searching days, I awoke one morning in my room at the Europe [hotel] and, in that moment between sleep and wakefulness, with eyes still closed, heard myself say the words “smoke on the water” to the empty room. Opening my eyes I wondered if I had actually said it out loud or had I been dreaming? No, I concluded, I’d actually spoken those words. Mentally filing it away I thought nothing more about it until later, when I told Ian Gillan. “Sounds like a drug song,” he observed, and since we were devoutly a drinking band, we dismissed it.
Roger Glover
Here’s some trivia on what is easily the most renowned hard rock song.
- The lyrics are telling about a fire that actually happened while they were trying to record the Machine Head album that includes the song.
- At the time Deep Purple thought of Smoke On The Water as of ‘just another song’ and didn’t even choose it for single.
- It was the last song from Machine Head to make it into live set.
- In an 1997 remix you can hear Gillan say ‘Break a leg Frank’, which sounds somewhat dark because by the time of recording Frank Zappa did break a leg in London, pushed off the stage by a jealous fan.
- They say in an instruments store in Moscow there was a notice that run ‘Thank you for not playing Smoke On The Water on guitars!’
Fear leads?
I am afraid. I’m 31, that’s ridiculous. All the good drummers I know started at 5 to 15. Most of them are pretty big men, too. I’m 31, featherweight, and rather lazy.
Am I lazy, brothers and sisters. Ever bubbling with new ideas, too. No wonder I’ve dropped most anything I ever tried, including the drums 9 years ago, having no money to pay for education. Not what you’d call unstoppable.
Sure, I’d like to be a supa-boopa-drumma, and it would be fun to find out that a guy can learn to become a professional musiciant starting in his thirties. But just finding it out takes a great deal of time and money. Ok, nevermind the money, they come and go, but haven’t I wasted enough time already without any achievement to talk about?
Then again, I learnt to drum, or rather, attended the lessons, longer than anything. Longer than my universities took, which was a year and a half among both of them. Damn, it seems I disliked the technical stuff all this time, where was my head? All this bumping around - db programming, videogames, translating books, back to games, then to internet ads… so much pain, so little gain.
Aww, what the heck? All this bumping around made me versatile and schoolable. It’s a second month I’m taking lessons again, and I’m seemingly doing ok. It’s ok right now, ok, whichever ways I took in the past brought me here. I like it here.
Not that I have much to lose, anyway. I tried boring stuff, I tried playing career games, but I think it’s time to look back and say I suck at it. Why not trying something fun, maybe that’s what I’m for?
I am afraid of course. But fear lead to darkside and, anyway, I’ve been following it for too long. Now the fear may follow, if it dares. After all, a drummer is a leader.
ps. Randy knew…
tomato beat
Dance mixes remind me of people who eat everything with ketchup. Come on, guys. We Are The Champions? Fire Water fucking Burn? What do you love about them after you’ve smeared all the flavour away?
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