The guitar gives me way too many options. Far too vast of a universe. I need a fuck ton of limits. Then I can allow myself to let memories of what music sounds like come in. But even that I sort of consider cheating. The grail is to build music from the ground up methinks. Ditto cinema.
But maybe some other life, one’s got priorities. And while guitar music passes the time beautifully, rap makes time.
Also, as you might have guessed, I’m far more of a Sabbath guy than a Death guy.
There is one genre where the two meet again at the source, and shed everything that is not heavy metal.
Fuck, Rush. I have to prepare myself to listen to Rush. On the face of it I cannot like it. Which I feel viscerally as a sacrilege. So I atune myself and understand the Rush.
=D> lolz! and that’s the troof. when you put a rush song on, it’s like sitting down for a seminar. you can’t just jam out, you have to pay attention.
the older stuff when they first came out of canada with the long hair, is quite different from the stuff post ‘moving pictures’ stage. here’s one i know you’ll like. simpler, grungy rock without all the technical prose. the whole album is fantastic, ‘caress of steel’, but the second side (below) is a thematic piece based on the story of the hobbit, but not a story about the hobbit, if that makes sense.
You know it to be true. It makes a virtue of no beginning and no end. Simply that it is so intricate and masterful that you can clip it at both ends and keep it coherent, give it some movements and whatnot.
But there is no… No…
Like look. This is complicated, but it doesn’t… It doesn’t stop caring. It doesn’t begin to consider itself more important than message:
If it is lost, it knows itslef lost. It doesn’t then damn direction or message. Lost is the message. Where prog rock you’re like. This is good. But what the fuck did the guy just say? I dunno…
wait i wasn’t finished. i want to inform you of a mystery that has baffled rush enthusiasts for decades… and that is the mystery of prince by-tor. in the necromancer, he appears as the champion and destroys the necromancer… and yet in this song he’s the evil villian who is bested by the snow dog.
you can’t imagine how many dude’s in flannel shirts and faded jeans who never took that final step into maturity and cut their hair, are still sitting in their mother’s basement to this day scratching their heads over this mystery.
but this one is balls to the wall too, dude. sabbath can’t jam like this. neither can zeppelin. believe that. in fact, you won’t find a better bassist/drummer duo in all of old rock that can carry each other like peart and lee can.