Re: Your favourite song of all time what is it?
Posted: Thu May 22, 2014 3:15 pm
There is a particular quality to that music, ethereal or other worldly, I'm not sure I can describe it.
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I prefer studio cuts, the original. Often live cuts deviate from the original intended, especially as the artist grows older, as you've mentioned. Aren't we all, though it beats the alternative.thedoc wrote:SpheresOfBalance wrote:This one, to me, is so beautiful that it's been known to actually cause chills and bring tears to my eyes. Usually during the instrumental section just preceding, and including the lyrics starting with: "Master of Images."
To: thedoc, since you like (play?) piano, the beginning has some nice stuff performed by, classically trained, keyboardist: Rick Wakeman.
Artist: Yes at albums release was: Jon Anderson/Steve Howe/Rick Wakeman/Chris Squire/Alan White
Album: Going for the One
Written By: Anderson/Howe
Listening to it now. Just curious do you have a listing of the other instruments? Obviously the piano, and I believe guitar, organ, drums, and other percussion, along with the voices. But I'm not sure about some of the others. Yes the opening piano was good, but as a friend of mine said, "at my age the fingers just don't work that fast", we've both been away from the piano for years, I'm just getting back to it. He claimed to have played the "Flight of the Bumble Bee" years ago, and I have looked at the music, and the music isn't difficult musically, just physically difficult to play at tempo. Just about done now.
HQ, that it a really good album, but the stand outs for me are Wond'ring Aloud, Hymn43 and Wind-up. Though others rock, including that title track.henry quirk wrote:Sitting on a park bench eyeing little girls with bad intent.
Snot running down his nose greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Drying in the cold sun watching as the frilly panties run.
Feeling like a dead duck spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
Sun streaking cold an old man wandering lonely.
Taking time the only way he knows.
Leg hurting bad, as he bends to pick a dog-end he goes down to the bog and warms his feet.
Feeling alone the army's up the rode salvation à la mode and a cup of tea.
Aqualung my friend don't start away uneasy you poor old sod, you see, it's only me.
Do you still remember December's foggy freeze when the ice that clings on to your beard is screaming agony.
And you snatch your rattling last breaths with deep-sea-diver sounds, and the flowers bloom like madness in the spring.
"YES"thedoc wrote:There is a particular quality to that music, ethereal or other worldly, I'm not sure I can describe it.
John K wrote:Claude DeBussy La Mer.
SpheresOfBalance wrote:OK, I'll pull out my classical.
Yes used to open their concerts with the finale, which is how I got introduced to Stravinsky, back in 1974.