When this came out I was travelling west from the Canadian prairies to Vancouver... I picked up a copy in Calgary before heading out into the darkness to make the trip overnight... This was in winter... the darkness cut by the snowbanks, the faint winding lines and blowing snow on the road melded this song into a permanent sensory packed memory. Etched like lines on stainless steel...
We know: there are a million true SICKOS out there. The majority of them must be Sigur Ros fans. A really gave them a chance. I listened to each song of 4 albums. I did not find a SINGLE (!!!!!!!!!!!!!) song that did not pain the hell out of me.
Ridiculous this terrible supersweet violin-coating over each and any song. No rythm, hardly any melody and this sickening "language".
The whole SR-thing is a hoax. It can't be nothing else. How old might their fans (fans?? really??) be? Twelve? Just eight? Liking lullabies? Or are they even adults? Grannies maybe? I just can't figure it out.
I read about them, downloaded their albums and was terrified. I deleted all! Then I read again, wondered if I had been ignorant and loaded the same albums again and gave them a real chance another time. Same thing: I could hardly stand a single song. This pussy-attitude. This whining. This childish melancholy. Please point out a single, just ONE (!) single song of quality and I take anything said back and download that song a third time for good!
Takes me back to the time I spent in Northwest Ontario. One winter trip to the middle of nowhere by train... then across a frozen lake on snowshoes to a cabin. Full moon lit the way. There was an old upright piano in the cabin... the sounds still resonate within me.
The summer where I lived on an island alone and paddled to work in a small town. That summer there was a beautiful woman... there is still a piece of my heart with her wherever she goes. Where ever she is...
Leave the reggae beat to those who developed it, white boys. Please.
Sorry for the late response... ;-)
When I did a TV interview with Copeland on my TV talk show, he told me (and my viewing audience) that his style was actually not reggae influenced as many believed. His influence was actually a (Lebanese) "mountain nomadic rhythm with the silence in the <pause> third beat."
So there, all is back to equilibrium with the finger wagging ending here and now. lol
I was working at a music store in Vancouver when I met the band when they were in town. They put me on the guest (pest) list and gave me a CD. Concert was great!
I used to use the disc to demo the pro audio equipment. The recording was very live like! Sold a few 'boxes' via them. Thanks!
I love songs that when you first hear it you give a 7... then you read the lyrics and give it an 8... then you hear the bridge and click either a solid 9 or 10.
When I was 17 my dysfunctional mother got a little girl. During the day when she cried my mother would hit her, so I took her every day to my room to keep her safe. She would watch me work and study. I kept her fed and alive. During that time we listened a lot to this album. When I hear this music the memories flood back.
The saddest part is that when she grew up my mother indoctrinated her with the idea that I was the problem back then. She cannot remember what I did for her. But I know what I did and I am sure one day she will know in her heart that my mother lied about everything.
Some forms of thanks are bitter, aren't they?... Glad you were there to help her when she needed help the most. She may not even be here without your help.
Now I understand the theory of stars(in the sky). They are long since dead and yet appear, ever so brightly! Somewhere out there in the Milky Way there is a star named "Nick" !
RIP Gord. He tried his hardest to sing his stories right up to the very end, like the Canadian national hero he was. :)
I was doing sound at a bar in Winnipeg when they were on their very first western Canada tour... My total understanding of music changed by seeing this 'unheard of' band.
I was most impressed by their back stage presence. They were all sitting reading books...
Sometimes I wish I had a camera for that moment but a photo would have broken the spell of that deep moment.
I still well up inside when I listen to his voice. Just like the first time.
Our funeral song for our daughter that passed of SIDS...can't say that I need to ever hear it again...not because it isn't beautiful, just too damn hard...
I know he's probably just singing about a breakup, but for me its about my late wife.
Sending a hug... sorry for your loss.
We know: there are a million true SICKOS out there. The majority of them must be Sigur Ros fans. A really gave them a chance. I listened to each song of 4 albums. I did not find a SINGLE (!!!!!!!!!!!!!) song that did not pain the hell out of me.
Ridiculous this terrible supersweet violin-coating over each and any song. No rythm, hardly any melody and this sickening "language".
The whole SR-thing is a hoax. It can't be nothing else. How old might their fans (fans?? really??) be? Twelve? Just eight? Liking lullabies? Or are they even adults? Grannies maybe? I just can't figure it out.
I read about them, downloaded their albums and was terrified. I deleted all! Then I read again, wondered if I had been ignorant and loaded the same albums again and gave them a real chance another time. Same thing: I could hardly stand a single song. This pussy-attitude. This whining. This childish melancholy. Please point out a single, just ONE (!) single song of quality and I take anything said back and download that song a third time for good!
Really angry,
Stingray
WEBMASTER: Please fix Stingray's 'skip' button.
"Wimoweh", a mishearing of the chorus of 'uyimbube' (meaning "he is a lion")
The summer where I lived on an island alone and paddled to work in a small town. That summer there was a beautiful woman... there is still a piece of my heart with her wherever she goes. Where ever she is...
Leave the reggae beat to those who developed it, white boys. Please.
Sorry for the late response... ;-)
When I did a TV interview with Copeland on my TV talk show, he told me (and my viewing audience) that his style was actually not reggae influenced as many believed. His influence was actually a (Lebanese) "mountain nomadic rhythm with the silence in the <pause> third beat."
So there, all is back to equilibrium with the finger wagging ending here and now. lol
I have the video to prove it...
I used to use the disc to demo the pro audio equipment. The recording was very live like! Sold a few 'boxes' via them. Thanks!
Love RP for that!
When I was 17 my dysfunctional mother got a little girl. During the day when she cried my mother would hit her, so I took her every day to my room to keep her safe. She would watch me work and study. I kept her fed and alive. During that time we listened a lot to this album. When I hear this music the memories flood back.
The saddest part is that when she grew up my mother indoctrinated her with the idea that I was the problem back then. She cannot remember what I did for her. But I know what I did and I am sure one day she will know in her heart that my mother lied about everything.
Some forms of thanks are bitter, aren't they?... Glad you were there to help her when she needed help the most. She may not even be here without your help.
Now I understand the theory of stars(in the sky). They are long since dead and yet appear, ever so brightly! Somewhere out there in the Milky Way there is a star named "Nick" !
You just made a tear fall down my cheek.
RIP Gord. He tried his hardest to sing his stories right up to the very end, like the Canadian national hero he was. :)
I was doing sound at a bar in Winnipeg when they were on their very first western Canada tour... My total understanding of music changed by seeing this 'unheard of' band.
I was most impressed by their back stage presence. They were all sitting reading books...
Sometimes I wish I had a camera for that moment but a photo would have broken the spell of that deep moment.
I still well up inside when I listen to his voice. Just like the first time.
Our funeral song for our daughter that passed of SIDS...can't say that I need to ever hear it again...not because it isn't beautiful, just too damn hard...
<hug>