Willow ,'Lessons'
There's a lady plays her fav'rite records/On the jukebox ev'ry day/All day long she plays the same old songs/And she believes the things that they say/She sings along with all the saddest songs/And she believes the stories are real/She lets the music dictate the way that she feels.
Sometimes just reading music writing makes me want to quit.
"Heart in a Cage" is a densely wrought latticework of Maiden-approved solos and martial rhythms, "Ask Me Anything" casts Julian Casablancas's barroom baritone into an audioscape of video game strings and ketamined "Sweet Child O' Mine" guitar lines, while "Vision of Division" is a suffocating swirl of industrial squall and stiff robo-skank.
Sometimes just reading music writing makes me want to quit.
But please don't.
New tag!
I had a strong suspicion that the writer was from the Village Voice, even before I googled it.
Freeman is also the first to really dig into just how important guitarist Pete Cosey was, and how—while he never achieved the degree of fame of his predecessor, John McLaughlin—he was just as crucial to Miles’ music from 1972-1975 as McLaughlin was on albums like In a Silent Way, Bitches Brew and A Tribute to Jack Johnson.
Robert Quine was a huge Pete Cosey fan and used to mention him frequently in interviews.
Because, why..."I'm not worthy,"? Yeah, well, last time I said that, you were *so* understanding. I think you told me to suck it up...I'd been thinking of making a sampler, but now I guess I'm not going to.
Because, why..."I'm not worthy,"?
No, because that was like a parody of crappy music writing. So enjambed and gnarled with both hipoisie referents and jargon that it made my skin crawl.
Don't worry, I'm not interested in quitting writing. Just feeling like music writing is bankrupt.
No, because that was like a parody of crappy music writing. So enjambed and gnarled with both hipoisie referents and jargon that it made my skin crawl.
Don't worry, I'm not interested in quitting writing. Just feeling like music writing is bankrupt.
Oh, thank goodness. I thought I was crazy.
The Village Voice has a long, long tradition of illucid music writing.