One By One, I'll Knock Ya Out.
I am missing.
- Yeah, Vivaldi's basically the shit.
So is Beck. Have his new album? If you don't, the only excuse you have to at least not to hear it once through is that you're deaf. Musical retardation will not stand on this one. Why Beck and not any other band that I fawn for? This is a matter of orchestration and texture. This may be one of the few instances where anything remotely folky has grabbed me because SOMEBODY had the gall to go out and tinker around a garage for some music. It goes without saying I'm not talking about garage rock here, but this is a different form of garage rock. This is more like, garage folk, I suppose.
Garaje.
- I am a man of craft. That's all.
I was alone in a desert once. I was trekking through the excruciating terrain of loneliness and desperation, and it was difficult, no doubt. But what got me through was finding a small piece of chewed gum spit out onto the sand. Imagine that! In the middle of no where, a piece of gum, telling me somebody has been there before, and has made it through -- and recently no doubt! So I picked up that wad of gum, and I put it in my pocket. I walked into the convenience store standing near that wad, and I bought a pack for myself, and I kept on walking. I made it.
- I love you with all my heart.
Mr. Burns: "Damn it, Smithers! This isn't rocket science, it's brain surgery!"
- Yeah, Vivaldi's basically the shit.
So is Beck. Have his new album? If you don't, the only excuse you have to at least not to hear it once through is that you're deaf. Musical retardation will not stand on this one. Why Beck and not any other band that I fawn for? This is a matter of orchestration and texture. This may be one of the few instances where anything remotely folky has grabbed me because SOMEBODY had the gall to go out and tinker around a garage for some music. It goes without saying I'm not talking about garage rock here, but this is a different form of garage rock. This is more like, garage folk, I suppose.
Garaje.
- I am a man of craft. That's all.
I was alone in a desert once. I was trekking through the excruciating terrain of loneliness and desperation, and it was difficult, no doubt. But what got me through was finding a small piece of chewed gum spit out onto the sand. Imagine that! In the middle of no where, a piece of gum, telling me somebody has been there before, and has made it through -- and recently no doubt! So I picked up that wad of gum, and I put it in my pocket. I walked into the convenience store standing near that wad, and I bought a pack for myself, and I kept on walking. I made it.
- I love you with all my heart.
Mr. Burns: "Damn it, Smithers! This isn't rocket science, it's brain surgery!"