Such an underrated and largely undiscovered talent. Live, Grant is a really entertaining and engaging personaility. He did a acoustic tour in the UK a few years back. Great night, very intimate.
Such an underrated and largely undiscovered talent. Live, Grant is a really entertaining and engaging personaility. He did a acoustic tour in the UK a few years back. Great night, very intimate.
Great Track. Co written with the wonderful Wendy Melvoin of Wendy & Lisa, who both appeared on the album. Saw them 2 or 3 times in London when they played live with Neil. Had a teenage crush on Wendy. At the after show of the Princess Theatre gig, she literally walked into me. All I could do was giggle like some demented idiot. I'm a 6'6" ex-rugby player. I looked like a right pratt.
The Finn rocks. Very, very entertaining live. A must see.
This song is a classic; the only thing is those ruddy handclaps. With each passing year they stand out just that little bit more.
I love Plants solo work, even the dodgy 80’s stuff. Under the 80’s production lay some fantastic songs. Great track on Picture At Eleven called Slow Dance.
Check out the version from the Live show in Berlin, Van Morrison on vocals and Levi Helm, and I seem to remember Nash and Crosby on backing vocals. Awesome. You can also get it on the soundtrack for The Departed.
Listening to the Johnny Cash cover the other day caused me to revisit the original. Its probably the first time that actually properly looked at the words. Beautiful. Got to be said, I think Johnnys version has the edge on the orginal.
Did you too see what I did there!?
Did you see what I did there again...did you? Hey!? Oh don't bother, its 5.30, I'm going home to the one that loves me! Oh I did it again!!! I can't stop myself.
I hear a bit of Interpol, only not quite so pretentious. That's right Interpol, you're pretentious. Said it. Oh. I see I already said it. Before.
Pretentious musically or in the way that they carry themselves, so to speak? This track does scream Interpol, thought it was first time I heard it. I've got the album, its OK but only one other cracking track springs to mind.
I love Interpol, seen them live a few times. Don't find them pretentious mind you. That said, did observe quite pretentious behaviour from Carlos D at an after-show once. Thinking about it, I also remember seeing him once walk on stage wearing a man bag...dressed like Daniel Day-Lewis in Gangs Of New York. I didn't think pretentious then, I thought what a twat!, but I didn't think pretentious...
...that after-show party story of mine, that was quite pretentious wasn't it.
Had this album since it came out, so perhaps a little tired of it. Its alright, but we've heard it all before. These boys must have only got 2 albums from Santa, Graceland and The Beats Greatest Hits (known as the English Beat to my US cousins I believe). All the "cool kids" have the right ball ache for them over here...if you know what I mean.
Unfortunately they did a bit of a 'Heaven's Gate' when making this record - they took forever, went way over budget and missed the boat in terms of keeping themselves in the public eye.
Have to agree with what you say, though, it's an absolutely brilliant record and you write really well about it
Cheers Tony99, thanks for the kind words. Their music has always meant a lot to me.
Hannio wrote:Cheers, thanks for your help, and the poem.
I don't know if this song refers to that story, but I do know it was Solomon, not Herod, and the woman was Bathsheba. David was the offspring.
Certain lines in the song seem to refer to Shelley's Ozymandias:
OZYMANDIAS
I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand, Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things, The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed. And on the pedestal these words appear: "My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!" Nothing beside remains: round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, The lone and level sands stretch far away.
Since you're in London, you may find it interesting that Shelley wrote the sonnet in response to an earlier poem of the same theme written by Horace Smith:
In Egypt's sandy silence, all alone, Stands a gigantic Leg, which far off throws The only shadow that the Desert knows: "I am great OZYMANDIAS," saith the stone, "The King of Kings; this mighty City shows "The wonders of my hand." The City's gone, Nought but the Leg remaining to disclose The site of this forgotten Babylon. We wonder, and some Hunter may express Wonder like ours, when thro' the wilderness Where London stood, holding the Wolf in chace, He meets some fragments huge, and stops to guess What powerful but unrecorded race Once dwelt in that annihilated place.
But just as you take me up to the heavens with APC, you have to go an pee on me chips with Dildo! Oh why Bill, why?
Not one of his best tracks though.
The Finn rocks. Very, very entertaining live. A must see.
This song is a classic; the only thing is those ruddy handclaps. With each passing year they stand out just that little bit more.
I love Plants solo work, even the dodgy 80’s stuff. Under the 80’s production lay some fantastic songs. Great track on Picture At Eleven called Slow Dance.
Ship of Fools is an amazing track. I never tire of it.
Check out the version from the Live show in Berlin, Van Morrison on vocals and Levi Helm, and I seem to remember Nash and Crosby on backing vocals. Awesome. You can also get it on the soundtrack for The Departed.
Saw Waters Wall concert in May.
Did you too see what I did there!?
Did you see what I did there again...did you? Hey!? Oh don't bother, its 5.30, I'm going home to the one that loves me! Oh I did it again!!! I can't stop myself.
I will stop though....sorry.
Totally agree. She and Bono have great chemistry.
No surely Johnny Cash was the best cover.
Or a ride cymbal...
...no a cow bell, you're right. Sorry
Smashing Pumpkins - 1979
Peter Gabriel - Solsbury Hill
Neil Finn - She Will Have Her Way
Bob Dylan - Tangled In Blue
Radiohead - Fake Plastic Trees
You're an artist.
Oh. I see I already said it. Before.
Pretentious musically or in the way that they carry themselves, so to speak? This track does scream Interpol, thought it was first time I heard it. I've got the album, its OK but only one other cracking track springs to mind.
I love Interpol, seen them live a few times. Don't find them pretentious mind you. That said, did observe quite pretentious behaviour from Carlos D at an after-show once. Thinking about it, I also remember seeing him once walk on stage wearing a man bag...dressed like Daniel Day-Lewis in Gangs Of New York. I didn't think pretentious then, I thought what a twat!, but I didn't think pretentious...
...that after-show party story of mine, that was quite pretentious wasn't it.
Yet we are clearly the only ones to notice...or care
However...
The lack of a stop or mute button (for tracks such as this)... puts me off the idea completely.
And yet, in my humble opinion I "assure" you further my friend, they really are amazing live. And stop doing that to ya head, it'll blister.
Unfortunately they did a bit of a 'Heaven's Gate' when making this record - they took forever, went way over budget and missed the boat in terms of keeping themselves in the public eye.
Have to agree with what you say, though, it's an absolutely brilliant record and you write really well about it
Cheers Tony99, thanks for the kind words. Their music has always meant a lot to me.
I don't know if this song refers to that story, but I do know it was Solomon, not Herod, and the woman was Bathsheba. David was the offspring.
Certain lines in the song seem to refer to Shelley's Ozymandias:
OZYMANDIAS
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
Since you're in London, you may find it interesting that Shelley wrote the sonnet in response to an earlier poem of the same theme written by Horace Smith:
In Egypt's sandy silence, all alone,
Stands a gigantic Leg, which far off throws
The only shadow that the Desert knows:
"I am great OZYMANDIAS," saith the stone,
"The King of Kings; this mighty City shows
"The wonders of my hand." The City's gone,
Nought but the Leg remaining to disclose
The site of this forgotten Babylon.
We wonder, and some Hunter may express
Wonder like ours, when thro' the wilderness
Where London stood, holding the Wolf in chace,
He meets some fragments huge, and stops to guess
What powerful but unrecorded race
Once dwelt in that annihilated place.