Van Halen - “Why Can’t This Be Love?” …I tell myself, "Hey, only fools rush in. Only time will tell if we stand the test of time.
Feh. Worst lyrics ever. (I know Sammy Hagar is a wuss, so theres no need to post about it.)
Red Hot Chili Peppers - “By the Way”
This new single is not as funky as I would like but overall, a good song. Can somebody please tell me what that damn vocoder is doing in there? Awful. Just plain awful.
While it doesn’t ruin the song for me, my friend Beth begs to differ.
They Might Be Giants’ song “Cyclops Rock”, off of their latest album, Mink Car. At the end, there’s a cameo by Cerys Matthews of Catatonia, which is basically her screaming.
Beth says (paraphrased), “It’s like someone’s giving you this wonderful sundae, with whipped cream, chocolate sauce, and nuts, but… right before they give it to you, they pee on it.”
That amused me.
Another one, this time my own: Alanis Morissette, “That I Would Be Good”, from Supposed Former Infatuation Junkie. A good song, up until the part where she sees fit to play herself a little flute solo. She’s a horrible flutist. I don’t know why she didn’t get someone with some talent to play it. I taught myself to play, and I’m better than that!
It starts off with this cool odd-time beginning as if to say “See, we’re still a cool prog-rock band doing interesting stuff with meter and melodic patterns”, and then breaks into a cheezy 80’s pop-rock song.
The song is “Nobody Loves You Like I Do,” and while it’s never been one of my favorite ELP songs, I think it features some of Pete Sinfield’s cleverest lyrics. Like Joe Walsh’s “Life’s Been Good,” this song is a cynical look at life from a rich rock star’s point of view. If you’re a huge rock star (as Greg Lake was, back in 1977), your name and face appear on thousands of T-shirts all over the world. But you’re in a perilous business, where people can tire of you or turn on you at any moment, and suddenly… POOF! There goes your career, nobody’s listening to you any more, nobody’s wearing your T-shirt any more.
The song is a humorous take on the relationship between a rock star and his fans. The star is saying, “I know you love me, and I love you too… but I also know that my stardom could evaporate in the blink of an eye. You could get bored with me any second, and I’ll be just another forgotten has-been in the discount rack. Oh, don’t feel sorry for me- I knew the way show business works, and I made the choice to go into it anyway. All I can do is laugh at my situation.”
Now, as for good song’s with one annoying feature…
Look, Queen’s “We Will Rock You” has a great beat and a greta guitar riff. But when Freddy Mercury is supposed to be making an angry rant, and the worst insult he can think of is, “You’re a big disgrace,” well…
Metallica’s “The Memory Remains.” Halfway decent song, then Marianne Faithful comes in “singing.” I didn’t even know it was a woman until I read the liner notes. She croaks on well after the guys stop playing. So annoying.
The Free Bird guitar solo is aural genius that gets my head going like a bobbing-doll in the back of an old pickup racing down a paved road marked by heavy freezes. It creates the anthem that is the essence of shit-kicking rock-n-roll and makes me want to turn my house into one huge amp that goes up to eleven.
The Rolling Stones’ “Monkey Man”. Utterly beautiful piano and guitar intro, great drum kick, funny self-effacing not-quite-nonsense lyric over propulsive funky rhythm, long wonderful solo – then from 3:10 Mick screams a strangled “I’m a monkey!” 15 times before giving up and just grunting “muh! muh! muh! muh!” over the diminuendo.
Pink Floyd: Obscured by Clouds ends with this transcendental eerie piece “Absolutely Curtains”. Unfortunately at the end it devolves into this hideously unmusical and annoyingly long recording of a bunch of people trying to sing or chant, either in a language I don’t recognize or played backwards (this is possible–words start in a “mushy” kind of way reminiscent of speech played backwards). Most of them are badly off-key. For a little while, the last instrumental chord hovers superimposed, but then it fades, leaving just the bleating “singers”, who keep going and going until I can’t stand it any more and kill the track.
There aren’t many places where I fast-forward or skip-track when listening to Pink Floyd. I do sometimes skip past “San Tropez” and “Seamus” on Meddle and there are some entirely disposable tracks on More as well, but these don’t constitute “otherwise good songs” in the first place, and furthermore I can let them play through. They may not be Floyd at Floyd’s finest, they don’t set my teeth on edge. But oh man, those awful bleary-drunk weepy-creepy singers screwing up the end of “Absolutely Curtains” and therefore the end of the album–aaggh!