Favorite songs are tough because they are so short and we all have so many. (for instance movies can easily equal the time of 20 songs).
So lyrics, eh?
I have my MP3 backed-up on a flash drive currently plugged in so let me pick out a good one (meaningful lyrics to me). Hold on I’ve got ~ 500 songs on my MP3.
OK I need to set some parameters for myself:
No XMas music (we just got done with that) No joke songs (I love Weird Al too) No songs primarily famous for being in a movie(s) or TV show
There’s too many.
I’m gonna go with “The Scariest/Most Moving" song of all-time to me.
Eve of Destruction by Barry MacGuire
I like it, but it scared me when I was a kid and it’s still scary to me. Probably the fate of Mankind.
I just played this video in “preview” and cried my guts out.
Yah, you right. Joni is one of the most prodigious lyricists of this or any generation. So much of what she's written is haunting, poignant, melancholy... but some are downight funny and clever. My fave album of hers is 'Mingus,' with that killer all-star band:
Herbie Hancock/keys Jaco Pastorius/bass Pat Metheney/guitar Don Alias/hand pcn Peter Erskine, drum kit Wayne Shorter/sax
wow. just- wow.
So the piece was written by Charles Mingus, shortly before he died. The horn arrangement was written by Jaco. Lyrics by Joni, who sings 'vocalese' style (like scat, but with words). Sheer genius, from inception to execution.
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I'm down to a roll of dimes, I'm stalking the slot that's hot I keep hearing bells all around me- Jingling in the lucky jackpots They keep you tantalized, They keep you reaching for your wallet Here in fools' paradise
I talked to a cat from Des Moines- He said he ran a cleaning plant That cat was clanking with coin, Well he must have had a genie in a lamp 'cause e-very time I dropped a dime I blew it He kept ringing bells Nothing to it!
He got three oranges Three lemons Three cherries Three plums I'm losing my taste for fruit
Watching the dry cleaner do it- Like Midas in a polyester suit It's all luck! It's just luck! You get a little lucky and you make a little money!
(horn break over the form- thnx, Jaco!)
I followed him down the strip- He picked out a booth at Circus Circus where the cowgirls fill the room with their big balloons The cleaner was pitching with purpose! He had Dinos and Pooh Bears And lions pink and blue there He couldn't lose there!
Well The Cleaner was stacking the chips, Raking off the tables Ringing the bandit's bells This is a story that's a drag to tell (In some ways) Since I lost every dime I laid on the line... But the cleaner from Des Moines Could put a coin In the door of a john, and get twenty for one It's just luck!
Herbie Hancock/keys Jaco Pastorius/bass Pat Metheney/guitar Don Alias/hand pcn Peter Erskine, drum kit Wayne Shorter/sax
Holy shibitz, talk about some talent getting together.
I know Peter Erskine's son, Damian Erskine. I'm good friends with his wife. He sort of followed in his dad's footsteps by becoming an amazing jazz bass player. A local talent here in Portland but has made a name for himself in the jazz world.
I was never a fan or their music so I will defer to others to pick the best, but I have heard that Rush has some great lyrics.
Oi. I know I'll take heat but...yuck. Never understood the hype. Yes Neil can play the drums, and Getty can play the bass but oi his voice! It's like someone is squeezing a rat.
"Why are we here? Because we're here. Roll the bones. Why does it happen? Because it happens. Roll the bones."
Herbie Hancock/keys Jaco Pastorius/bass Pat Metheney/guitar Don Alias/hand pcn Peter Erskine, drum kit Wayne Shorter/sax
Holy shibitz, talk about some talent getting together.
Yup, you know it.
For her 'Shadows And Light' tour later that year, Lyle Mays replaced Herb, and Michael Brecker replaced Wayne. Both bands cooked like they were contestants on 'Chopped.'
Truly Joni's most adventuresome period: Don Juan's Reckless Daughter, Hejira, Mingus. That band pushed her creativity;she pushed them to put on a show. Synergy out the wazoo, yo.
Yo listen up here's a story About a little guy that lives in a blue world And all day and all night and everything he sees Is just blue Like him inside and outside Blue his house with a blue little window And a blue Corvette And everything is blue for him And himself and everybody around Cause he ain't got nobody to listen I'm Blue da ba dee da ba daa I'm Blue da ba dee da ba daa I have a blue house with a blue window Blue is the colour of all that I wear Blue are the streets and all the trees are too I have a girlfriend and she is so blue Blue are the people here that walk around Blue like my Corvette, it's in and outside Blue are the words I say and what I think Blue are the feelings that live inside me
“To announce that there must be no criticism of the President, or that we are to stand by the President, right or wrong, is not only unpatriotic and servile, but is morally treasonable to the American public.”
Man, those are killer musicians. Probably shows how much respect Joni had in the music world.
I didn't listen to a ton of her stuff, but dawg, that girl can write. She's so damn poetic. She's so damn real. She knows how to invoke emotions just by her syntax. It's freaking profound.
I used to like Rush because I learned a lot of cool bass licks by copying Geddy Lee and Neil Peart is a master. But you're right, those vocals grate the nerves.
And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul. - John Muir
Man, those are killer musicians. Probably shows how much respect Joni had in the music world.
I didn't listen to a ton of her stuff, but dawg, that girl can write. She's so damn poetic. She's so damn real. She knows how to invoke emotions just by her syntax. It's freaking profound.
To top it all off she's also a phenomenal pianist.
Herbie Hancock/keys Jaco Pastorius/bass Pat Metheney/guitar Don Alias/hand pcn Peter Erskine, drum kit Wayne Shorter/sax
Holy shibitz, talk about some talent getting together.
You got that right, j. You know you're a talented artist when you have players like that backing you. Metheny is an incredible guitarist and Jaco was .... well, a true genius. And I don't use that word loosely.
She knows how to invoke emotions just by her syntax. It's freaking profound.
"Word imagery."
Here's how you know it's good stuff: when the lyrics compel you to compose your own 'internal movie' to go along with the music. Hers almost always have a 'film noir' quality when I conjure them up.
Tell a story/let the listener write his/her own movie. Play a concert, and enter into an artistic partnership with 20,000 people- in Real Time.
What an incredible gift.
'Hejira': Joni, Jaco (layered) and Don on Congas. Only.
I love the sparseness of the arrangement. It forces you to deeply listen to Joni, and allow yourself to be endlessly fascinated and surprised by Jaco's fills. Perfection.
"I'm traveling in some vehicle I'm sitting in some cafe A defector from the petty wars That shell shock love away There's comfort in melancholy When there's no need to explain It's just as natural as the weather In this moody sky today In our possessive coupling So much could not be expressed So now I'm returning to myself These things that you and I suppressed I see something of myself in everyone Just at this moment of the world As snow gathers like bolts of lace Waltzing on a ballroom girl
You know it never has been easy Whether you do or you do not resign Whether you travel the breadth of extremities Or stick to some straighter line Now here's a man and a woman sitting on a rock They're either going to thaw out or freeze Listen Strains of Benny Goodman * Coming through the snow and the pinewood trees I'm porous with travel fever But you know I'm so glad to be on my own Still somehow the slightest touch of a stranger Can set up trembling in my bones * I know no one's going to show me everything We all come and go unknown Each so deep and superficial Between the forceps and the stone
Well I looked at the granite markers Those tribute to finality to eternity And then I looked at myself here Chicken scratching for my immortality In the church they light the candles And the wax rolls down like tears There's the hope and the hopelessness I've witnessed thirty years We're only particles of change I know I know Orbiting around the sun But how can I have that point of view When I'm always bound and tied to someone White flags of winter chimneys Waving truce against the moon In the mirrors of a modern bank From the window of a hotel room
I'm traveling in some vehicle I'm sitting in some cafe A defector from the petty wars Until love sucks me back that way"
You know it never has been easy Whether you do or you do not resign Whether you travel the breadth of extremities Or stick to some straighter line Now here's a man and a woman sitting on a rock They're either going to thaw out or freeze Listen Strains of Benny Goodman * Coming through the snow and the pinewood trees I'm porous with travel fever But you know I'm so glad to be on my own Still somehow the slightest touch of a stranger Can set up trembling in my bones * I know no one's going to show me everything We all come and go unknown Each so deep and superficial Between the forceps and the stone
Yesterday a child came out to wonder Caught a dragonfly inside a jar Fearful when the sky was full of thunder And tearful at the falling of a star
Then the child moved ten times round the seasons Skated over ten clear frozen streams Words like when you're older must appease him And promises of someday make his dreams
And the seasons they go round and round And the painted ponies go up and down We're captive on the carousel of time We can't return we can only look Behind from where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game *
Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now Cartwheels turn to car wheels thru the town And they tell him take your time it won't be long now Till you drag your feet to slow the circles down
And the seasons they go round and round And the painted ponies go up and down We're captive on the carousel of time We can't return we can only look Behind from where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game
So the years spin by and now the boy is twenty Though his dreams have lost some grandeur coming true There'll be new dreams maybe better dreams and plenty Before the last revolving year is through
And the seasons they go round and round And the painted ponies go up and down We're captive on the carousel of time We can't return we can only look Behind from where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game
I think this song is about understanding the passage of time from youth to years beyond. I think it is about the heartache of what you have lost. Some may call that nostalgia. I think it is about regret from what you haven't done, yet it is about hope for what you might do.
Y'all hearing me? Think about that, you thinking people. Isn't that what we do? We self analyze to the point where it becomes almost painful. We replay all of our acts and deeds. We self criticize and cringe at our mistakes while not taking too much pride in our accomplishments. And then we hypothesize on how we will improve ourselves as human beings. Not all of us think that way, but indeed, some of us do. Joni captures that intellect in her lyrics.
Changing directions a bit. Check this out Swish, Lurker, and others. I would add CHS, but he already knows all there is to know.
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War Lyrics
Oh no-there's got to be a better way Say it again There's got to be a better way-yeah What is it good for? (war)
Man has a sense for the discovery of beauty How rich is the world for one who makes you for us to show Beauty must have power over man, war
After the end of the war I want to devote myself To my thoughts for five to ten years and to writing them down War has caused unrest among the younger generation Induction then destruction, who wants to die? Wars come and go what remains are only the values of culture
Then of course there is revolutionary love Love of comrades fighting for the people and love of people Not an abstract people but people one meets and works with When Che Guevara taught of love being At the center of revolutionary endeavor, he meant both
For people like Che or George Jackson or Malcolm X Love was the prime mover of their struggle That love cost them their lives, love coupled with a man's pride Love coupled with a man's pride Give it to you on top, now
War, I despise 'cause it means destruction of innocent lives War, means tears to thousands of mothers how When their sons go off to fight and lose their lives
I said, war, good god, now, what is it good for? Absolutely, nothing Say it again, war, what is it good for? Absolutely, nothing, listen to me War, it ain't nothing but a heart breaker War, friend only to the undertaker, war
(War, war, war, war) War, what is it good for? Absolutely nothing Say it, war, good god now, what is it good for? Absolutely nothing, say it, (war)
Oh no, there's got to be a better way Say it again, there's got to be a better way Yeah, what is it good for? War, what is it good for?
Pretty self-explanatory. But, this song was actually written by Norman Whitfield and Barrett Strong. They wrote it for the Temptations, but their brand was big and the song lyrics were thougt to be too inflamitory. Starr was a better fit w/his in your face voice. The song was a huge anti-Vietnam War anthem, but the lyrics have w/stood the test of time and have been used to protest other wars, rather they be political or social. Seems to me that is a testimony of greatness.
Here is a recording: And peeps, check out the drum [censored] at the beginning. Freaking classic. LOL
Preacher said he died too young Over there totin' that gun For Uncle Sam and our freedom Mom and Daddy dressed in black They folded up that flag Handed it dad, and started prayin' Yeah he went out twenty one guns blazin'
That's one hell of an amen That's the only way to go Fightin' the good fight Til the good Lord calls you home And so be well my friend 'Til I see you again This is our last goodbye It's a hell of an amen, amen
Doctor said he ain't got long He just smiled said bring it on Well if you think I'm scared You got me all wrong No a little cancer can't break me My heart's right and I believe We all hit our knees And started prayin' Naw he never gave up Said the good Lord's waitin'
And that's one hell of an amen That's the only way to go Fightin' the good fight Til the good Lord calls you home So be well my friend 'Til I see you again Yeah this is our last goodbye It's a hell of an amen
So be well my friend 'Til I see you again This is our last goodbye But it's a hell of an amen, amen, that's a hell of amen
Goodbye to you my trusted friend We've known each other since we were nine or ten Together we've climbed hills and trees Learned of love and ABC's Skinned our hearts and skinned our knees Goodbye my friend it's hard to die When all the birds are singing in the sky Now that spring is in the air Pretty girls are everywhere Think of me and I'll be there
We had joy, we had fun we had seasons in the sun But the hills that we climbed Were just seasons out of time
Goodbye Papa please pray for me I was the black sheep of the family You tried to teach me right from wrong Too much wine and too much song Wonder how I got along Goodbye Papa it's hard to die When all the birds are singing in the sky Now that the spring is in the air Little children everywhere When you see them, I'll be there
We had joy, we had fun We had seasons in the sun But the wine and the song Like the seasons have all gone We had joy, we had fun We had seasons in the sun But the wine and the song Like the seasons have all gone
Goodbye Michelle my little one You gave me love and helped me find the sun And every time that I was down You would always come around And get my feet back on the ground Goodbye Michelle it's hard to die When all the birds are singing in the sky Now that the spring is in the air With the flowers everywhere I wish that we could both be there
Mama told me when I was young "Come sit beside me, my only son And listen closely to what I say And if you do this it'll help you some sunny day"
"Oh, take your time, don't live too fast Troubles will come and they will pass You'll find a woman and you'll find love And don't forget, son, there is someone up above"
"And be a simple kind of man Oh, be something you love and understand Baby be a simple kind of man Oh, won't you do this for me, son, if you can"
"Forget your lust for the rich man's gold All that you need is in your soul And you can do this, oh baby, if you try All that I want for you, my son, is to be satisfied"
"And be a simple kind of man Oh, be something you love and understand Baby be a simple kind of man Oh, won't you do this for me, son, if you can"
Oh yes, I will
"Boy, don't you worry, you'll find yourself Follow your heart and nothing else And you can do this, oh baby, if you try All that I want for you, my son, is to be satisfied"
"And be a simple kind of man Oh, be something you love and understand Baby be a simple kind of man Oh, won't you do this for me, son, if you can"
Baby, be a simple, really simple man Oh, be something you love and understand
Someone mentioned Steely Dan's mastery of lyrics earlier in the thread. I agreed. Here's an example of why:
'Kid Charlemagne'
While the music played you worked by candlelight Those San Francisco nights You were the best in town Just by chance you crossed the diamond with the pearl You turned it on the world That's when you turned the world around Did you feel like Jesus Did you realize That you were a champion in their eyes On the hill the stuff was laced with kerosene But yours was kitchen clean Everyone stopped to stare at your technicolor motor home Every A-Frame had your number on the wall You must have had it all You'd go to L.A. on a dare And you'd go it alone Could you live forever Could you see the day Could you feel your whole world fall apart and fade away
[Chorus:] Get along, get along Kid Charlemagne Get along Kid Charlemagne
Now your patrons have all left you in the red Your low rent friends are dead This life can be very strange All those dayglow freaks who used to paint the face They've joined the human race Some things will never change Son you were mistaken You are obsolete Look at all the white men on the street
[Chorus]
Clean this mess up else we'll all end up in jail Those test tubes and the scale Just get them all out of here Is there gas in the car Yes, there's gas in the car I think the people down the hall Know who you are
Careful what you carry 'Cause the man is wise You are still an outlaw in their eyes
[Chorus]
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How many Pop bands of the '70's would steer away from "Moon, spoon, June/ I love you baby"... to write a song about the rise and fall of a '60's Haight-Ashbury LSD chemist? It's loosely based on the bio of Owsley Stanley, the chemist/sound technician for The Grateful Dead.
Now THAT'S taking a chance. And... it's some great storytelling, to boot.
As much as I love Joni, I still think Dylan is the best songwriter of all-time. He never gets credit on these music threads, and I get that many of us don't like the popular choices, but guys...........this guy was a great poet.
I used to think he was a very political writer. However, I learned that the guy just liked to write. It was about being a "word man." Not a politician.
Abby Hoffman used to bug Dylan all the time about writing political songs because Dylan wrote a couple, but that wasn't really Dylan's thing. He just wanted to write. He loved words.
Here is one song:
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Bob Dylan – The Times They Are A-Changin' Lyrics
Come gather 'round people Wherever you roam And admit that the waters Around you have grown And accept it that soon You'll be drenched to the bone. If your time to you Is worth savin' Then you better start swimmin' Or you'll sink like a stone For the times they are a-changin'.
Come writers and critics Who prophesize with your pen And keep your eyes wide The chance won't come again And don't speak too soon For the wheel's still in spin And there's no tellin' who That it's namin'. For the loser now Will be later to win For the times they are a-changin'.
Come senators, congressmen Please heed the call Don't stand in the doorway Don't block up the hall For he that gets hurt Will be he who has stalled There's a battle outside And it is ragin'. It'll soon shake your windows And rattle your walls For the times they are a-changin'.
Come mothers and fathers Throughout the land And don't criticize What you can't understand Your sons and your daughters Are beyond your command Your old road is Rapidly agin'. Please get out of the new one If you can't lend your hand For the times they are a-changin'.
The line it is drawn The curse it is cast The slow one now Will later be fast As the present now Will later be past The order is Rapidly fadin'. And the first one now Will later be last For the times they are a-changin'.
I know this song has been called a protest anthem, but I don't view it that way. Not given what Dylan has said about his songs and social issues. I think it is more about personalities. Such as the guy who wants to be listened to, but doesn't listen to others.
I do think that he addresses capitalism, empathy, religious fundamentalism, and social honesty.
Add all that up, and what does it mean? I think it means that it's tough to be a good person in a world gone mad.
Dylan was an amazing poet for sure. His music filled the Grateful Dead lexicon. I've seen amazing, heart stirring performances of Desolation Row, Visions of Johanna, Just like Tom Thumb Blues, and Queen Jane Approximately...songs I may have never fully known if it weren't for the Dead. I thank Bob for giving the Dead such a massive portfolio to draw from. All Along the Watchtower, Quinn the Eskimo, Maggie's Farm, Stuck Inside of Mobile with the Memphis Blues Again, When I Paint My Masterpiece... all filled many nights of amazing shows for me in the early 90's. Dylan is an American icon. A legend.
Here's Jerry and the boys covering Visions of Johanna. I was at this show. The Grateful Dead brought tears to my eyes a few times. Seeing this live was actually one of those times. Jerry sang it with such heart.
I saw the Dead a lot during the mid-late 80's and into early 90's. Probably 25+ times? At their best, I can definitely relate to the "bringing tears to my eyes". I will also second Portland's shout out on "Ripple". Absolutely beautiful song.
I just want to thank y'all for participating. I love these music threads. A lot of great ideas and very little bickering. We all have different likes and we express them.
I don't particularly care for some of the choices, but so what? Those lyrics mean something to that individual poster and that is what is important.
Thanks guys for making this an enjoyable thread and I look forward to more entries by you guys.
How many Pop bands of the '70's would steer away from "Moon, spoon, June/ I love you baby"... to write a song about the rise and fall of a '60's Haight-Ashbury LSD chemist? It's loosely based on the bio of Owsley Stanley, the chemist/sound technician for The Grateful Dead.
Now THAT'S taking a chance. And... it's some great storytelling, to boot.
Not to mention one of the greatest guitar solos ever, by Larry Carlton. One of my favorite songs by the 'Dan.
I read an interview with Jon Anderson many years ago, in which he said that he wrote his lyrics for the sounds, and to match the flow of the music- NOT for content. It showed.
Look up 'Close to the Edge'... and you'll immediately see what I mean.
Loved the music. Thought the lyrics were an embarrassment.
I read an interview with Jon Anderson many years ago, in which he said that he wrote his lyrics for the sounds, and to match the flow of the music- NOT for content. It showed.
Look up 'Close to the Edge'... and you'll immediately see what I mean.
Loved the music. Thought the lyrics were an embarrassment.
(some real head-scratchers back then)
'Yes' were victims of their own intelligence. They tried to incorporate far too much into their music and it eventually just became overblown, pretentious and wanky.
Their 1st LP, which is fairly hard to find is interesting, however.
My vote for worst lyrics ever goes to Donovan. Mellow Yellow was written because he heard a rumor from Country Joe and the Fishes that you could get high smoking dried banana peels, and 3 wks later he recorded it. His songs were catchy as hell, but it seemed when he wrote the lyrics he was stoned and just picked words that rhymed.
And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul. - John Muir
Well, the clock says it's time to close now I guess I'd better go now I'd really like to stay here all night The cars crawl past all stuffed with eyes Street lights share their hollow glow Your brain seems bruised with numb surprise Still one place to go Still one place to go
Let me sleep all night in your soul kitchen Warm my mind near your gentle stove Turn me out and I'll wander baby Stumblin' in the neon groves
Well, your fingers weave quick minarets Speak in secret alphabets I light another cigarette Learn to forget, learn to forget Learn to forget, learn to forget
Let me sleep all night in your soul kitchen Warm my mind near your gentle stove Turn me out and I'll wander baby Stumblin' in the neon groves
Well the clock says it's time to close now I know I have to go now I really want to stay here All night, all night, all night
Waiting for the break of day Searching for something to say Flashing lights against the sky Giving up I close my eyes
Sitting cross-legged on the floor 25 or 6 to 4
Staring blindly into space Getting up to splash my face Wanting just to stay awake Wondering how much I can take
Should I try to do some more 25 or 6 to 4
Feeling like I ought to sleep Spinning room is sinking deep Searching for something to say Waiting for the break of day
25 or 6 to 4 25 or 6 to 4 ______________________________
Best - Alan Parsons Project - A Dream Within a Dream
"For my own part, I have never had a thought which I could not set down in words with even more distinctness than that with which I conceived it.
There is, however, a class of fancies of exquisite delicacy which are not thoughts, and to which as yet I have found it absolutely impossible to adapt to language.These fancies arise in the soul, alas how rarely.
Only at epochs of most intense tranquillity, when the bodily and mental health are in perfection. And at those weird points of time, where the confines of the waking world blend with the world of dreams.
And so I captured this fancy, where all that we see, or seem, is but a dream within a dream."
________________________________________________ Or if you prefer, the best is really a tie for me.
Simon and Garfunkel - Sound of Silence
Hello darkness, my old friend I've come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping Left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone Narrow streets of cobblestone ‘Neath the halo of a streetlamp I turned my collar to the cold and damp When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light That split the night And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw Ten thousand people, maybe more People talking without speaking People hearing without listening People writing songs that voices never share No one dare Disturb the sound of silence
“Fools” said I, “You do not know Silence like a cancer grows Hear my words that I might teach you Take my arms that I might reach you” But my words like silent raindrops fell And echoed in the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed To the neon god they made And the sign flashed out its warning In the words that it was forming And the sign said “The words of the prophets Are written on the subway walls And tenement halls And whispered in the sounds of silence”
Thanks for reminding me of the Alan Parsons Project.
I was a 'ProgSnob' back in the day, but I really liked what APP was doing. They brought a lot of what I liked from Prog, and set it in a more commercial package. But what was cool about them is this: they always wrote thoughtfully-crafted joints that lots of 'deep listeners' could enjoy. Listeners from many different stripes. Another group from that timeline/genre was 10 cc... and they were even MORE Pop than APP.
I know this is going to sound like Gramps, reminiscing with his new boys at the retirement home, but:
"It really was great to be young and 'plugged-in' during that time."
*WFIN FM out of Findlay College had a syndicated 4-hour late-night program hosted by Redbeard, out of Texas, IIRC. 'Beard would find THE most bleeding edge stuff... and roll the entire album in his overnight show.
*Jazz Guys like Herbie Hancock and Miles Davis were teaming up with Funk guys to produce super-slamming crossover music that could satisfy at a dance party, or in a dedicated listening room.
*Pop was all over the place-at once: 'Bubblegum,' Easy Listening, Soul/Motown, even Jazz could cross over, from time to time (Ramsey Lewis was GREAT at hitting on tunes that would top the Jazz, Soul and Pop charts all within a week of each other)
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I love the fact that radio and LP's were king back then- and that you actually had to do some homework to claim 'coolness superiority' over someone else. Redbeard showed you who to buy when you made your next pilgrimage to Schoolkids Records or MindDust Music... and cracking the plastic on a new 12" was an event for you and your ppl.
* 2-panel Album Art. 24 X 12. 288 sq. inches to visually summarize the feel of the entire album. On the cover- and sometimes, on the inside panels.
* Supplemental 'easter eggs' packaged inside the sleeves (I still have custom-framed postcards from Pink Floyd's "Wish You Were Here" in a small display cluster on a wall in my teaching/practice studio)
The 'LP cleaning ritual.'
The time required to make a cassette 'dub,' so you could travel with your music (...if you had an aftermarket Blaupunkt cassette deck custom-installed in your '77 Triumph Spit...)
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Ah, the '70's... when a Pop band with Prog sensitivities could invoke the words of Edgar Alan Poe- and somehow find a way for it to make it work. A decade that saw the 2 guys who wrote "Reelin' In The Years" team up with bros from The Jazz Crusaders- and knock out an album like 'Aja.' [insert 'bomb' sound FX here]
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