How is RP any different from mainstream radio at this point?
The verb that is in vogue now is "curate." It used to be that curators were those that organized museum exhibits. Now it means anyone who customizes some kind of arrangement.
Like art museum curators, Bill and Rebecca work hard to "curate" a program of eclectic music for our personal enjoyment and education. Part of that experience is the exposure to music that you would not ordinarily listen to; and by carefully organizing and arranging that music it enhances the overall "listener experience". To those with an open mind, hearing old TOP 40 songs carefully interspersed among a wide variety of alternative music allows one to hear music in a different context - to appreciate the music with a different frame of mind, and to hopefully allow you to enjoy that music to its pure form and for the memories and emotions that it conjures.
Anyway, that is why I enjoy the occasional classic former-TOP40 song!
I am sitting here reviewing a manufacturing deficiency report on elongated crew door fitting holes for C-130 aircraft and I am suddenly snapped out of my analysis by this song. I LOVE IT WHEN THAT HAPPENS! It is some form of musical Tourette Syndrome, where you can't stop yourself from looking to see who it is playing because the music is so captivating. That always get an automatic 8 from me!
For anyone who has ever spent any time out on the ocean, you innately understand that your survival at sea is directly dependent on your ship/boat - such that you develop a spiritual relationship with it that goes beyond the practical to the metaphysical. That is one of the reasons that ships are so frequently personified as "she".
"Bravely she rises to meet with the land"
"With the wind down the tide she goes proud ahead"
To any sailor, youtr ship is not inanimate, but a living being capable of emotions. Hence, the reason for the abject sadness of the song. Kind of reminds me of having to put down your favorite old hunting dog after years of working the fields and blinds together....
Whaddya call blues stripped of all emotion? Utterly lacking in feeling? Without soul? Canadian
Waddya call comments full of emotion? Utterly disregarding popular consent? Showing a complete lack of soul?
thewiseass
With 880 respondents, only 18 of which think this is a 1, and 80% rating this Quite Likeable or above, perhaps no one cares about your lame, wiseass comments?
'92 and' 93 was such an exciting time in my life. The last of high school, and the world was my oyster! There was a cool radio station in my town, called Channel Z, I listened to it mostly late at night while playing online on the local BBSes on my old 286.... (even computer technology, as archaic by today's standards, was sooooo exciting at the time as it was advancing) Anyway, the station played a lot of new wave, new age, electronic rock fusion and alternative (mostly non-seattle) it was the most fun radio station that ever existed on our dial, and was fairly short-lived as it gave way only a few short years later to absorption into one of the big two US national program network giants. I discovered Radio Paradise around 2002 I think, and at at long last largely filled the gap for me since then. Tasmine Archer's Sleeping Satellite, along worth other iconic songs from Deep Forest, Brian Ferry, Oingo Bingo, Enya, Kate Bush, Enigma, DM, New Order, etc... a wide hodge-podge of musical genres all harkens back to that wonderful moment of my life I so fondly remember. I've been listening to you for 13 years, Bill and Rebecca, and you feel like distant friends even. Please keep up the good work!
My favorite thing about reading comments to songs — hearing about how songs relate to folks, evoke emotions, bring back fond memories, and otherwise enrich our lives.
I grew up in California, and never really "got" this song until I moved out to the Mid-Atlantic. The first winter out here was so cold that the Chesapeake Bay froze up so that no freighters could make it up to Baltimore and people were driving their cars out on the Bay. Ay-yep, then I REALLY understood the song!
I listen to RP to get away from russian garbage music and culture, but it finds me even here.
OMG Paulig! I know what you mean... I was in Starbucks the other day, and there it was Russian Garbage Music being played in the back ground. I was driving into work this morning, and Lo and Behold, Who'da thunk it! RGM was being played on NPR. I was in Italy last week on vacation, and RGM was all over the radio.
RGM Its everwhere! You can't get away from it. Maybe its a Putin-ish subliminal plot to help re-elect Trump?
If it "sucks", then its NOT a 3 (Ho Hum), its a 1 (Sucko-Barfo). I'm going to have to issue you a Level 1 Rating Citation for mis-rating this song. You are hereby sentenced to completing a formal technical review of the RP song ratings to include the RP Quantitative Number Rating System (QNRS) and the qualitiative descriptors assigned to each numerical rating. Due to me by next Friday....
s/ Officer Bruce RP Song Rating Enforcement Agency
I can still smell the dry grass of the summertime coastal foothills of central California as me and my best friend were cruising around in his 1963 MGB, top down, sunglasses on, singing at the top of our lungs to Bad Company playing on his 8-Track. It was the summer just before graduating High School, I was heading off to Annapolis and wanted to go be a Navy Pilot. I recognized that it was the end of a relatively carefree life where all I really had to be responsible for was getting good grades; and I relished the last few free days of my "freedom".
It always amazes me how a single song can evoke such vivid memories...
For me, the reason this song is so amazing is summed up in this passage:
Demo versions featured May singing, having to sing some parts in falsetto because they were too high. When Brian May presented the final demo to Mercury, he had doubts that Mercury would be physically capable of singing the song's highly demanding vocal line, due to the extent of his illness at the time. To May's surprise, when the time came to record the vocals, Mercury consumed a measure of vodka and said "I'll fuckin do it, darling!" then proceeded to nail the vocal line in one take without problems. To this day, Brian May regards this vocal performance as one of Mercury's best.
For me, it's basically a eulogy for himself, that one last final song, his gift.
Is it allowed within the RP Listenership By-Laws to bump the rating of the song up after reading the above passage?
Why this would be a highly inspirational song for a low-level bombing run, followed by a 6-g pull-up at the Initial Position, roll inverted, hoooold it, now - pull through the horizon, roll upright with a 45-degree dive angle to the release point and another 6-g pull-out, and another jinking sanddune-top high-speed egress?
(Or, if you are in the USAF, some guy in a flight suit and ascot with a joystick in an air conditioned room near Las Vegas pushes a button)...
The verb that is in vogue now is "curate." It used to be that curators were those that organized museum exhibits. Now it means anyone who customizes some kind of arrangement.
Like art museum curators, Bill and Rebecca work hard to "curate" a program of eclectic music for our personal enjoyment and education. Part of that experience is the exposure to music that you would not ordinarily listen to; and by carefully organizing and arranging that music it enhances the overall "listener experience". To those with an open mind, hearing old TOP 40 songs carefully interspersed among a wide variety of alternative music allows one to hear music in a different context - to appreciate the music with a different frame of mind, and to hopefully allow you to enjoy that music to its pure form and for the memories and emotions that it conjures.
Anyway, that is why I enjoy the occasional classic former-TOP40 song!
RP has a policy:
NO SONG LEFT BEHIND!
Funniest comment I have seen on RP in years!!!!
For anyone who has ever spent any time out on the ocean, you innately understand that your survival at sea is directly dependent on your ship/boat - such that you develop a spiritual relationship with it that goes beyond the practical to the metaphysical. That is one of the reasons that ships are so frequently personified as "she".
"Bravely she rises to meet with the land"
"With the wind down the tide she goes proud ahead"
To any sailor, youtr ship is not inanimate, but a living being capable of emotions. Hence, the reason for the abject sadness of the song. Kind of reminds me of having to put down your favorite old hunting dog after years of working the fields and blinds together....
Canadian
Waddya call comments full of emotion? Utterly disregarding popular consent? Showing a complete lack of soul?
thewiseass
With 880 respondents, only 18 of which think this is a 1, and 80% rating this Quite Likeable or above, perhaps no one cares about your lame, wiseass comments?
I've been listening to you for 13 years, Bill and Rebecca, and you feel like distant friends even. Please keep up the good work!
My favorite thing about reading comments to songs — hearing about how songs relate to folks, evoke emotions, bring back fond memories, and otherwise enrich our lives.
Thanks, Paralistener!
I blew coffee out my nose when I read this!!! Thanks for the belly laugh, Jelani...I needed that.
OMG Paulig! I know what you mean... I was in Starbucks the other day, and there it was Russian Garbage Music being played in the back ground. I was driving into work this morning, and Lo and Behold, Who'da thunk it! RGM was being played on NPR. I was in Italy last week on vacation, and RGM was all over the radio.
RGM Its everwhere! You can't get away from it. Maybe its a Putin-ish subliminal plot to help re-elect Trump?
An inlander from Kentucky and born in 1966 can't appreciate the surf culture and the music that went with it. You are excused...
Me niether / either/ etc....sucks. 3.
If it "sucks", then its NOT a 3 (Ho Hum), its a 1 (Sucko-Barfo). I'm going to have to issue you a Level 1 Rating Citation for mis-rating this song. You are hereby sentenced to completing a formal technical review of the RP song ratings to include the RP Quantitative Number Rating System (QNRS) and the qualitiative descriptors assigned to each numerical rating. Due to me by next Friday....
s/
Officer Bruce
RP Song Rating Enforcement Agency
Goo Goo Banana Jackal!
If that isn't a fundamental truth, I truly do not know what is.
Mr. Bozo - perhaps you could enlighten us on exactly HOW this music is "Pretentious'...
I just broke the knob off trying to rate this an eleven.
I can still smell the dry grass of the summertime coastal foothills of central California as me and my best friend were cruising around in his 1963 MGB, top down, sunglasses on, singing at the top of our lungs to Bad Company playing on his 8-Track. It was the summer just before graduating High School, I was heading off to Annapolis and wanted to go be a Navy Pilot. I recognized that it was the end of a relatively carefree life where all I really had to be responsible for was getting good grades; and I relished the last few free days of my "freedom".
It always amazes me how a single song can evoke such vivid memories...
Demo versions featured May singing, having to sing some parts in falsetto because they were too high. When Brian May presented the final demo to Mercury, he had doubts that Mercury would be physically capable of singing the song's highly demanding vocal line, due to the extent of his illness at the time. To May's surprise, when the time came to record the vocals, Mercury consumed a measure of vodka and said "I'll fuckin do it, darling!" then proceeded to nail the vocal line in one take without problems. To this day, Brian May regards this vocal performance as one of Mercury's best.
For me, it's basically a eulogy for himself, that one last final song, his gift.
Is it allowed within the RP Listenership By-Laws to bump the rating of the song up after reading the above passage?
8 -> 9.
Some gringos just don't get it ...
Sorry, don't get what?
Why this would be a highly inspirational song for a low-level bombing run, followed by a 6-g pull-up at the Initial Position, roll inverted, hoooold it, now - pull through the horizon, roll upright with a 45-degree dive angle to the release point and another 6-g pull-out, and another jinking sanddune-top high-speed egress?
(Or, if you are in the USAF, some guy in a flight suit and ascot with a joystick in an air conditioned room near Las Vegas pushes a button)...