I feel like the saxophone solo’s due for a comeback in rock music.
I feel like the saxophone solo’s due for a comeback in rock music.
Another wedding last night, and another fantastic time on the dance floor.
I really wish friends and family getting together, setting up a dance floor, and playing great music was something that just happened on a regular basis.
In a lot of metal songs, the guitarist going off on some perpetual solo tangent seems to me like they’re missing the point. It’s technically impressive, but can lose that sense of melody and feeling from the song.
In this song Duane Allman and Dickey Betts definitely let their guitars loose, but it almost seems like the sincere expression of a pure joy that they can’t keep inside. As if they just can’t stop gushing about some new love, but instead of words, they’re speaking in guitar solos.
I like to think that everyone in this band had a big dumb grin on their face during the whole performance of Blue Sky.
You really can’t fake a long distance relationship.
When conversation, and correspondence are all you have, there’s that level of trust, and sincerity that isn’t always as prominent under normal circumstances.
In this song, Eric Clapton gets a bit of lyrical help from a 12th-century Persian poet to get this feeling across.
London Calling has got to be one of the most consistently solid double albums ever recorded.
I’m usually not a big fan of “Greatest Hits” albums. On one hand, they make for an accessible intro to any given band/artist. On the other, they can take a song out of the context of the original album, and really diminish it’s effect.
Cat Stevens’ first greatest hits album gets a pass because it brings something new to the table. Specifically, this great song.
Proof that punk rock and reggae have always gone together like peas and carrots.
For all those romantic souls out there.
Music to strut to.
My favourite Dr. Who episode barely featured The Doctor, but it did have this classic ELO tune.