Meme. Day 10
Day 10. A song that makes you fall asleep - Yes: Tales From Topographic Oceans
Since there is no song that literally makes me fall asleep, I will just take this to mean "A song that bores you to tears". I am taking further liberties, because Tales From Topographic Oceans is of course an album, not a song, but you can pick any of the four that are on there. Or all of them, I don't care.
To make this absolutely clear: I am not opposed to seventies prog rock in general or the band Yes in particular. I am not one to disregard any lengthy or ambitious composition as vacuous pomp, nor could I offer a straightforward explanation where exactly the line between ambitious and overly ambitious lies with me. What I do know is that with Tales, the band has crossed that line effortlessly within the first song.
Oh forgiveness, not song: movement, as the liner notes inform me. Aren't we grand today. No more buttered scones for me, we create a classical piece here.
I cannot even fully follow this thing. Every now and then a nice theme or a good melody will come up, but unfortunately embedded in an indistinct, twenty minute smudge of self-indulgent doodling. Because they can play expertly, and the world needs to know.
The lyrics are esoteric gibberish, but I need not fear, because once more the liner notes will guide me through: "The Revealing Science Of God can be seen as an ever-opening flower in which simple truths emerge examining the complexities and magic of the past and how we should not forget the song that has been left for us to hear." Why thank you. That makes it so much clearer for me.
These are five very talented, technically incredibly skilled musicians who went into the studio, wanked four times twenty minutes, and then released a double album of it. I'm sure it absolutely has its place if one is that kind of voyeur. I am not.
I hear that during the recording of Tales, Rick Wakeman left shortly to play on Sabbra Cadabra for Black Sabbath, who were recording their Sabbath Bloody Sabbath LP next door. I am glad Wakeman used part of his time wisely.
I'll go listen to Siberian Khatru now, to make myself like them again.
Since there is no song that literally makes me fall asleep, I will just take this to mean "A song that bores you to tears". I am taking further liberties, because Tales From Topographic Oceans is of course an album, not a song, but you can pick any of the four that are on there. Or all of them, I don't care.
To make this absolutely clear: I am not opposed to seventies prog rock in general or the band Yes in particular. I am not one to disregard any lengthy or ambitious composition as vacuous pomp, nor could I offer a straightforward explanation where exactly the line between ambitious and overly ambitious lies with me. What I do know is that with Tales, the band has crossed that line effortlessly within the first song.
Oh forgiveness, not song: movement, as the liner notes inform me. Aren't we grand today. No more buttered scones for me, we create a classical piece here.
I cannot even fully follow this thing. Every now and then a nice theme or a good melody will come up, but unfortunately embedded in an indistinct, twenty minute smudge of self-indulgent doodling. Because they can play expertly, and the world needs to know.
The lyrics are esoteric gibberish, but I need not fear, because once more the liner notes will guide me through: "The Revealing Science Of God can be seen as an ever-opening flower in which simple truths emerge examining the complexities and magic of the past and how we should not forget the song that has been left for us to hear." Why thank you. That makes it so much clearer for me.
These are five very talented, technically incredibly skilled musicians who went into the studio, wanked four times twenty minutes, and then released a double album of it. I'm sure it absolutely has its place if one is that kind of voyeur. I am not.
I hear that during the recording of Tales, Rick Wakeman left shortly to play on Sabbra Cadabra for Black Sabbath, who were recording their Sabbath Bloody Sabbath LP next door. I am glad Wakeman used part of his time wisely.
I'll go listen to Siberian Khatru now, to make myself like them again.