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There's no way, because it's my show
I'm hanging on for a little while
I won't go down easy, that's not my style
I'm all tied up, tied up in a knot
And I can't decide just what it is I've got
Did I get out of touch? Did I lose my way?
I've not forgot, no, not a single day
Now you might believe I'm not a happy man
Putting myself apart from the common clan
Well, the boat we're sailing, we have a leak or two
But I know it's sound, like me and you
So there's no way I'm going to let go
There's no way, because it's my show
I'm hanging on for a little while
I won't go down easy, that's not my style
I can remember as if it was yesterday how I put on this album and stood staring into the coals of the fireplace early one chilly morning after another all-night-party at my E-School buddies' party house known affectionately as The Brown Hole, and mourned the loss of my first true love, Kim S., who looked a lot like Nancy Wilson of Heart at the time, and was now being seen out and about in the small Ozark town at all the parties with "other guys." I had never known that the very thing that had taken me so high could now be carving my heart out from the inside, and, even worse, I had never suspected that I was nowhere near the end of suffering as a result...
Conehead, Click, and TFG were the older guys who presided over The Hole. They and the others who had partied with us through the long and typically psychedelic night tried their best to console me. We cranked up the volume, fired up a twister and started banging on the keg again, and we all heard That Fucking Gabbert chuckle and chug and say, "I now pronounce it a brand-new day." I tried to smile along but there were tears in my eyes, and as Gilmour's peerless guitar-work and the searing lyrics in this song tore new and deeper rips into my gasping heart, I struggled mightily, for I knew I could not find a way to bring myself to do the unthinkable and let go...
"Face it, man, she's a groovy gal, but you'll find another one," Chip said, grabbing my mug and squirting it full of the amber nectar of hoped-for but never reliable pain reliever we all wish it was.
"Yeah, dude, no big deal, I'm sure you'll find another, soon enough, and forget her," said Click, from the giant bean-bag in the corner.
"That's just it... I don't want another. I want her," I said. "And, as this song reminds me, 'There's no way/ I'm gonna let go...'" I said, with a noticeable creak in my voice. I couldn't take my eyes off of the glow of the forced transformation of carbon going on in the fireplace.
"But, come on, John, it's only been a short while... Give it some time, let yourself heal, and see what else is out there..." Leslie, Chip's girlfriend, said, patting my shoulder.
"But, be careful, because the last thing you want to do is jump right into another fling with just some other girl, just to get a rebound," retorted Laura, B-Line's girlfriend.
Champion of Cups, Mark B. himself, responding to her nudge, got up from the sofa with a slight stagger, then, surprisingly, gingerly and adroitly stepping among the limbs of others, made it all the way across the floor to come and grin right in my face. He then stood there gesturing with his arms while swaying as if on the deck of a ship at sea and preached The Gospel to me. "Listen, listen, listen, man... Doesn't matter what anybody says, man. You're gonna wallow, and then you're gonna get a rebound, and it's gonna maybe look and feel just great, and you're gonna think it's just what you need, and it will be, but then it's all gonna blow your mind, man, because then it's all gonna fall apart and you won't even know where your head is at, man, and then, you're gonna fall even deeper and harder down into what's gonna suck even more and worse than you can imagine, and —" but he was cut off by Click's girl, CC, who had come down the steps from the kitchen with some snacks, who said, "Stop it! Do you not see where this is going? Nowhere! Nowhere but in a circle. And it is a circle. And it goes around in you, and you go around in it. So let it ride. You'll get through it. And that's how it is and has to be, like it or not..."
Conehead caught my eye as the song was fading out and said, "Keep on dancing, man. Sometimes it's all you can do. And, seems like, you sure could use a party...and that's what we're here for. So, cheer up. The party ain't over, man — the trick is to keep it going..."
Of course, I felt grateful, but I rightly suspected that I might never quite learn how to let go of a single thing I've become entangled with.
This and every song that has ever moved me to tears contains The Universe. I'm thankful that RP can call up The Soundtrack for me.
Cool story. Thank You for sharing it.
And here's me thinking this was aimed at Roger, when all along it was aimed straight at Colorado John's carved out heart.
PS have you ever thought of collecting your RP comments into a book? They are far and away the best comments on RP
agreed. write it. do that, coloradojohn.
And here's me thinking this was aimed at Roger, when all along it was aimed straight at Colorado John's carved out heart.
PS have you ever thought of collecting your RP comments into a book? They are far and away the best comments on RP
KICK ASS imagery of that party..I see myself among you all..unfortunately I am the inconsolable one who can't let go.
I will never forget how empty I felt.. When love dies it tears at the soul.
Your story is so compelling. Some things leave a mark on ones heart that is never forgotten.
Cheers C.J. !
You can just imagine it... he's so focused on his guitar, hears someone come in, a brief instant of "dammit who's buggin me now", quickly replaced by recognizing you as a mate, then that warm smile as he turns to greet you.
Met David when I was a roadie for a day at Kent State back in March 1973 the very day that DSOTM broke in the US. This picture is what he looked like back then. He was the only one of them who would actually acknowledge anyone and seemed to care about us as we set things up for the show.
Later on in the summer DSOTM had broken wide open and they returned to play at Blossom Music Center. Gilmour wore a Kent State T shirt for the show to show his appreciation of his experience then. A real heart warming expression.
the other guitar god, next to Clapton.
Clapton? Sorry, not in my ears. Jeff Beck for sure. Guthrie Govan for definite. Richard Thompson too.
Can we throw Hendrix in there too & make it three?
The Artist Formerly Know As Prince
the other guitar god, next to Clapton.
Can we throw Hendrix in there too & make it three?
This guy is obviously heavily influenced by Floyd; totally stealing their guitar sound.
I love people who get irony :-D
You can just imagine it... he's so focused on his guitar, hears someone come in, a brief instant of "dammit who's buggin me now", quickly replaced by recognizing you as a mate, then that warm smile as he turns to greet you.
DG should write a song called "Smile" oh.. Wait..
I can remember as if it was yesterday how I put on this album and stood staring into the coals of the fireplace early one chilly morning after another all-night-party at my E-School buddies' party house known affectionately as The Brown Hole, and mourned the loss of my first true love, Kim S., who looked a lot like Nancy Wilson of Heart at the time, and was now being seen out and about in the small Ozark town at all the parties with "other guys." I had never known that the very thing that had taken me so high could now be carving my heart out from the inside, and, even worse, I had never suspected that I was nowhere near the end of suffering as a result...
Conehead, Click, and TFG were the older guys who presided over The Hole. They and the others who had partied with us through the long and typically psychedelic night tried their best to console me. We cranked up the volume, fired up a twister and started banging on the keg again, and we all heard That Fucking Gabbert chuckle and chug and say, "I now pronounce it a brand-new day." I tried to smile along but there were tears in my eyes, and as Gilmour's peerless guitar-work and the searing lyrics in this song tore new and deeper rips into my gasping heart, I struggled mightily, for I knew I could not find a way to bring myself to do the unthinkable and let go...
"Face it, man, she's a groovy gal, but you'll find another one," Chip said, grabbing my mug and squirting it full of the amber nectar of hoped-for but never reliable pain reliever we all wish it was.
"Yeah, dude, no big deal, I'm sure you'll find another, soon enough, and forget her," said Click, from the giant bean-bag in the corner.
"That's just it... I don't want another. I want her," I said. "And, as this song reminds me, 'There's no way/ I'm gonna let go...'" I said, with a noticeable creak in my voice. I couldn't take my eyes off of the glow of the forced transformation of carbon going on in the fireplace.
"But, come on, John, it's only been a short while... Give it some time, let yourself heal, and see what else is out there..." Leslie, Chip's girlfriend, said, patting my shoulder.
"But, be careful, because the last thing you want to do is jump right into another fling with just some other girl, just to get a rebound," retorted Laura, B-Line's girlfriend.
Champion of Cups, Mark B. himself, responding to her nudge, got up from the sofa with a slight stagger, then, surprisingly, gingerly and adroitly stepping among the limbs of others, made it all the way across the floor to come and grin right in my face. He then stood there gesturing with his arms while swaying as if on the deck of a ship at sea and preached The Gospel to me. "Listen, listen, listen, man... Doesn't matter what anybody says, man. You're gonna wallow, and then you're gonna get a rebound, and it's gonna maybe look and feel just great, and you're gonna think it's just what you need, and it will be, but then it's all gonna blow your mind, man, because then it's all gonna fall apart and you won't even know where your head is at, man, and then, you're gonna fall even deeper and harder down into what's gonna suck even more and worse than you can imagine, and —" but he was cut off by Click's girl, CC, who had come down the steps from the kitchen with some snacks, who said, "Stop it! Do you not see where this is going? Nowhere! Nowhere but in a circle. And it is a circle. And it goes around in you, and you go around in it. So let it ride. You'll get through it. And that's how it is and has to be, like it or not..."
Conehead caught my eye as the song was fading out and said, "Keep on dancing, man. Sometimes it's all you can do. And, seems like, you sure could use a party...and that's what we're here for. So, cheer up. The party ain't over, man — the trick is to keep it going..."
Of course, I felt grateful, but I rightly suspected that I might never quite learn how to let go of a single thing I've become entangled with.
This and every song that has ever moved me to tears contains The Universe. I'm thankful that RP can call up The Soundtrack for me.
And here's me thinking this was aimed at Roger, when all along it was aimed straight at Colorado John's carved out heart.
PS have you ever thought of collecting your RP comments into a book? They are far and away the best comments on RP
This guy is obviously heavily influenced by Floyd; totally stealing their guitar sound.
You ARE kidding, right? (In case you aren't: David Gilmour was the guitarist for Pink Floyd until they disbanded in 2014. I think he pretty much owns that sound.)
You can just imagine it... he's so focused on his guitar, hears someone come in, a brief instant of "dammit who's buggin me now", quickly replaced by recognizing you as a mate, then that warm smile as he turns to greet you.
Everyone should branch out if they have a lot to offer and I thought this album was decent. I still prefer PF's earlier stuff but enjoyed it all, even The Wall, not my favorite of the group's efforts.
I can remember as if it was yesterday how I put on this album and stood staring into the coals of the fireplace early one chilly morning...
Nice imagery, thanks for sharing. And I can relate to much of it. And Conehead nailed it...
Keep on dancing, man. Sometimes it's all you can do.
I can remember as if it was yesterday how I put on this album and stood staring into the coals of the fireplace early one chilly morning after another all-night-party at my E-School buddies' party house known affectionately as The Brown Hole, and mourned the loss of my first true love, Kim S., who looked a lot like Nancy Wilson of Heart at the time, and was now being seen out and about in the small Ozark town at all the parties with "other guys." I had never known that the very thing that had taken me so high could now be carving my heart out from the inside, and, even worse, I had never suspected that I was nowhere near the end of suffering as a result...
Conehead, Click, and TFG were the older guys who presided over The Hole. They and the others who had partied with us through the long and typically psychedelic night tried their best to console me. We cranked up the volume, fired up a twister and started banging on the keg again, and we all heard That Fucking Gabbert chuckle and chug and say, "I now pronounce it a brand-new day." I tried to smile along but there were tears in my eyes, and as Gilmour's peerless guitar-work and the searing lyrics in this song tore new and deeper rips into my gasping heart, I struggled mightily, for I knew I could not find a way to bring myself to do the unthinkable and let go...
"Face it, man, she's a groovy gal, but you'll find another one," Chip said, grabbing my mug and squirting it full of the amber nectar of hoped-for but never reliable pain reliever we all wish it was.
"Yeah, dude, no big deal, I'm sure you'll find another, soon enough, and forget her," said Click, from the giant bean-bag in the corner.
"That's just it... I don't want another. I want her," I said. "And, as this song reminds me, 'There's no way/ I'm gonna let go...'" I said, with a noticeable creak in my voice. I couldn't take my eyes off of the glow of the forced transformation of carbon going on in the fireplace.
"But, come on, John, it's only been a short while... Give it some time, let yourself heal, and see what else is out there..." Leslie, Chip's girlfriend, said, patting my shoulder.
"But, be careful, because the last thing you want to do is jump right into another fling with just some other girl, just to get a rebound," retorted Laura, B-Line's girlfriend.
Champion of Cups, Mark B. himself, responding to her nudge, got up from the sofa with a slight stagger, then, surprisingly, gingerly and adroitly stepping among the limbs of others, made it all the way across the floor to come and grin right in my face. He then stood there gesturing with his arms while swaying as if on the deck of a ship at sea and preached The Gospel to me. "Listen, listen, listen, man... Doesn't matter what anybody says, man. You're gonna wallow, and then you're gonna get a rebound, and it's gonna maybe look and feel just great, and you're gonna think it's just what you need, and it will be, but then it's all gonna blow your mind, man, because then it's all gonna fall apart and you won't even know where your head is at, man, and then, you're gonna fall even deeper and harder down into what's gonna suck even more and worse than you can imagine, and —" but he was cut off by Click's girl, CC, who had come down the steps from the kitchen with some snacks, who said, "Stop it! Do you not see where this is going? Nowhere! Nowhere but in a circle. And it is a circle. And it goes around in you, and you go around in it. So let it ride. You'll get through it. And that's how it is and has to be, like it or not..."
Conehead caught my eye as the song was fading out and said, "Keep on dancing, man. Sometimes it's all you can do. And, seems like, you sure could use a party...and that's what we're here for. So, cheer up. The party ain't over, man — the trick is to keep it going..."
Of course, I felt grateful, but I rightly suspected that I might never quite learn how to let go of a single thing I've become entangled with.
This and every song that has ever moved me to tears contains The Universe. I'm thankful that RP can call up The Soundtrack for me.
Nice bit of writing that, whether a true story or not. Had me gripped. If you don't write novels, you should.
I guess it could have been, had it not been...
Good, innit
We lost Eddie Van Halen, who I very much appreciated and loved, but Gilmour is my favorite of all time. When we lose David and Jimmy, I am going to be a wreck. Probably call in sick for a few days.
meanderer wrote:
Where the hell have I been? Got to check this out and buy some more RP inspired CDs
Thanks RP!!
Where the hell have I been? Got to check this out and buy some more RP inspired CDs
Thanks RP!!
I managed to find it after thoroughly enjoying PF records. I can't recall how we were able to do that back then. I bet WMMR had something to do with it.
Totally stealing "their" guitar sound? He created their guitar sound, not sure you can really steal what you created.
here's a general sarcasm alert for OTB's posts....which is funny on a couple of levels, mostly that MANY songs here have "this sounds like Pink Floyd" comments on them, anyways this is still a 9 to me and Long Live RP and OTB's sarcastic posts!
As a side note, there's been at least one comment thread about the Irony Punctuation - though I think it's more fun to see the reactions folks have (like yours) to comments that, in time, are obvious based on who made it (see idiot_wind's posts too for additional examples of unrecognized sarcasm)
This guy is obviously heavily influenced by Floyd; totally stealing their guitar sound.
Totally stealing "their" guitar sound? He created their guitar sound, not sure you can really steal what you created.
Where the hell have I been? Got to check this out and buy some more RP inspired CDs
Thanks RP!!
That is what I like about RP hearing gems like this
Where the hell have I been? Got to check this out and buy some more RP inspired CDs
Thanks RP!!
This guy is obviously heavily influenced by Floyd; totally stealing their guitar sound.
Is it pure humor, or ?
Thank you David Gilmour for No Way My rating is 8 - Most Excellent
This guy is obviously heavily influenced by Floyd; totally stealing their guitar sound.
This and every song that has ever moved me to tears contains The Universe. I'm thankful that RP can call up The Soundtrack for me.
One of the many great CoJo posts...haven't seen you around lately bro...hope all's well with ya...gotta say you're friends sound like they were great folks. And as often is the case, I'm going 8 to 9 on this one on the strength of your great post....like I've incorporated the sentiment now from your story before my "heartbreak" years. [for me the "getting over" her began with the movie Swingers and my buds Jake the Snake and Bud. Here's to all the new beginnings and old endings and all that we live through in between. Long Live RP!!
Oh....I also found that reading your post while the song played worked out about right with the ending of the song and the part in your post about the ending of the song.
I really enjoyed reading this, John! You could package a few of those up and you've got a book! Or a movie.
Conehead, Click, and TFG were the older guys who presided over The Hole. They and the others who had partied with us through the long and typically psychedelic night tried their best to console me. We cranked up the volume, fired up a twister and started banging on the keg again, and we all heard That Fucking Gabbert chuckle and chug and say, "I now pronounce it a brand-new day." I tried to smile along but there were tears in my eyes, and as Gilmour's peerless guitar-work and the searing lyrics in this song tore new and deeper rips into my gasping heart, I struggled mightily, for I knew I could not find a way to bring myself to do the unthinkable and let go...
"Face it, man, she's a groovy gal, but you'll find another one," Chip said, grabbing my mug and squirting it full of the amber nectar of hoped-for but never reliable pain reliever we all wish it was.
"Yeah, dude, no big deal, I'm sure you'll find another, soon enough, and forget her," said Click, from the giant bean-bag in the corner.
"That's just it... I don't want another. I want her," I said. "And, as this song reminds me, 'There's no way/ I'm gonna let go...'" I said, with a noticeable creak in my voice. I couldn't take my eyes off of the glow of the forced transformation of carbon going on in the fireplace.
"But, come on, John, it's only been a short while... Give it some time, let yourself heal, and see what else is out there..." Leslie, Chip's girlfriend, said, patting my shoulder.
"But, be careful, because the last thing you want to do is jump right into another fling with just some other girl, just to get a rebound," retorted Laura, B-Line's girlfriend.
Champion of Cups, Mark B. himself, responding to her nudge, got up from the sofa with a slight stagger, then, surprisingly, gingerly and adroitly stepping among the limbs of others, made it all the way across the floor to come and grin right in my face. He then stood there gesturing with his arms while swaying as if on the deck of a ship at sea and preached The Gospel to me. "Listen, listen, listen, man... Doesn't matter what anybody says, man. You're gonna wallow, and then you're gonna get a rebound, and it's gonna maybe look and feel just great, and you're gonna think it's just what you need, and it will be, but then it's all gonna blow your mind, man, because then it's all gonna fall apart and you won't even know where your head is at, man, and then, you're gonna fall even deeper and harder down into what's gonna suck even more and worse than you can imagine, and —" but he was cut off by Click's girl, CC, who had come down the steps from the kitchen with some snacks, who said, "Stop it! Do you not see where this is going? Nowhere! Nowhere but in a circle. And it is a circle. And it goes around in you, and you go around in it. So let it ride. You'll get through it. And that's how it is and has to be, like it or not..."
Conehead caught my eye as the song was fading out and said, "Keep on dancing, man. Sometimes it's all you can do. And, seems like, you sure could use a party...and that's what we're here for. So, cheer up. The party ain't over, man — the trick is to keep it going..."
Of course, I felt grateful, but I rightly suspected that I might never quite learn how to let go of a single thing I've become entangled with.
This and every song that has ever moved me to tears contains The Universe. I'm thankful that RP can call up The Soundtrack for me.
Your examples don't advance your argument. John Lennon and Paul McCartney sold millions of solo albums repeatedly after the Beatles broke up. Mick Jagger had several Top 10 hits in the 80s, as well as people STILL running over each other to try and get on TV or recordings with him. Keith has had success with every solo effort he's pursued, and he was advancing the reggae beat and mindset before Bob Marley ever toured "Babylon By Bus". David Crosby was a Byrd and a Flying Burrito Brother, not to mention a brilliant collaborator and solo performer. Steve Stills had great success with his solo and group efforts, including Buffalo Springfield and Manassas. And Graham Nash was a founding member a little Brit pop group called The Hollies.
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You have not really submitted an "inductive fallacy", but David Crosby was never a member of The Flying Burrito Brothers. I believe he sang backing vocals on one of their songs.
ZESTY!Of course looking back on that time we did not wear the 'right' clothing as evidenced by Gilmour et al in this photo. There is no excuse these days as specialist 'outdoor wear' is readily available.
Back in the '70's I remember slushy water leaking into my fashion shoes, cold thin cotton loon pants, skimpy tank tops and velvet jackets.
Ha - those were the days!
Love this song and most of his first 2 solo albums. However, Waters/Gilmour is yet another in a long list of "The whole is greater than the sum of its parts" syndrome; Lennon/McCartney, Jagger/Richards, CSN and so on.
Agreed.
Your examples don't advance your argument. John Lennon and Paul McCartney sold millions of solo albums repeatedly after the Beatles broke up. Mick Jagger had several Top 10 hits in the 80s, as well as people STILL running over each other to try and get on TV or recordings with him. Keith has had success with every solo effort he's pursued, and he was advancing the reggae beat and mindset before Bob Marley ever toured "Babylon By Bus". David Crosby was a Byrd and a Flying Burrito Brother, not to mention a brilliant collaborator and solo performer. Steve Stills had great success with his solo and group efforts, including Buffalo Springfield and Manassas. And Graham Nash was a founding member a little Brit pop group called The Hollies.
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Fancy!
daniel_rusk wrote:Your examples don't advance your argument. John Lennon and Paul McCartney sold millions of solo albums repeatedly after the Beatles broke up. Mick Jagger had several Top 10 hits in the 80s, as well as people STILL running over each other to try and get on TV or recordings with him. Keith has had success with every solo effort he's pursued, and he was advancing the reggae beat and mindset before Bob Marley ever toured "Babylon By Bus". David Crosby was a Byrd and a Flying Burrito Brother, not to mention a brilliant collaborator and solo performer. Steve Stills had great success with his solo and group efforts, including Buffalo Springfield and Manassas. And Graham Nash was a founding member a little Brit pop group called The Hollies.
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Great insight and you are on the mark. And I think Waters/ Gilmour follows this same prescription
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That's RP for ya!
As it should be on a St. Patrick's day. Tomorrow comes the ruder awakening.
Not only prog, but a hint of country or Nick Drake in there. More organic, more comfortable.
It's summer in New Orleans thirty years ago, and the windows are down so I can listen to the rain. And this album is on, with the turntable on auto-repeat - much to the dismay of my neighbors.
Thanks for your extensive reply. Not sure why you had to be snarky at the end? The musicians mentioned did have varying degrees of success as solo artists (McCartney still sells out football stadiums), but that wasn't my point. They just made better music together, rather than as solo artists (ie commercial success isn't the same thing as making great music).
Love this song and most of his first 2 solo albums. However, Waters/Gilmour is yet another in a long list of "The whole is greater than the sum of its parts" syndrome; Lennon/McCartney, Jagger/Richards, CSN and so on.
Your examples don't advance your argument. John Lennon and Paul McCartney sold millions of solo albums repeatedly after the Beatles broke up. Mick Jagger had several Top 10 hits in the 80s, as well as people STILL running over each other to try and get on TV or recordings with him. Keith has had success with every solo effort he's pursued, and he was advancing the reggae beat and mindset before Bob Marley ever toured "Babylon By Bus". David Crosby was a Byrd and a Flying Burrito Brother, not to mention a brilliant collaborator and solo performer. Steve Stills had great success with his solo and group efforts, including Buffalo Springfield and Manassas. And Graham Nash was a founding member a little Brit pop group called The Hollies.
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If you listen to the raw demo music that was just released on The Wall Expanded, you can see that Waters originally had very rough song ideas that were transformed into perfection once the full band had their hand in it. Gilmour is just as responsible for PF as Waters. PF would not have been anything if they didn't have such an amazing guitar player who could conjure a sound so pure. OK, i'll get off my soapbox.
Love this song and most of his first 2 solo albums. However, Waters/Gilmour is yet another in a long list of "The whole is greater than the sum of its parts" syndrome; Lennon/McCartney, Jagger/Richards, CSN and so on.
If you listen to the raw demo music that was just released on The Wall Expanded, you can see that Waters originally had very rough song ideas that were transformed into perfection once the full band had their hand in it. Gilmour is just as responsible for PF as Waters. PF would not have been anything if they didn't have such an amazing guitar player who could conjure a sound so pure. OK, i'll get off my soapbox.
You need to shove your Dictionary up you A... you moronic, self indulgent, talentless jerk !
Geez, lighten up Mr. Feelgood.
Wow - SO cool... Thanks, wolverine. More David Gilmour is always a good thing, in my book.
Ditto here. This is a great album.
You need to shove your Dictionary up you A... you moronic, self indulgent, talentless jerk !
Yeah, what he said. I really like this solo album.
"Dogs begin to bark
All over my neighbourhood..." Jeff Beck w/Rod Stewart
Just caught the sounds of your dogs, I guess, in the background there!
That, to me is precious!
Yep, they're still barking :)
"Dogs begin to bark
All over my neighbourhood..." Jeff Beck w/Rod Stewart
Just caught the sounds of your dogs, I guess, in the background there!
That, to me is precious!
So worth the ticket!!
YAAAA! RP has finally played a song that I've uploaded & they've added.
Wow - SO cool... Thanks, wolverine. More David Gilmour is always a good thing, in my book.
Its really great to hear this for the first time - ever - and of course I can't ever listen to this for the first time again. It was a treat, thanks RP - 9!
PS
Still - I admit it's not bad.
At least it has a groove and melody!
It hurts - but I (have to) give it a 7-8.
Look at the top of this comment list....
Love Pink Floyd, Love David Gilmour. . .
(just expressing one person's opinion, so don't take it personally, OK?)
. . . .but I don't get this tune at all. Great (but some more of the same. . .) guitar, but that's all I got out of it.
YAAAA! RP has finally played a song that I've uploaded & they've added.Nice! Upload Mihalis!
YAAAA! RP has finally played a song that I've uploaded & they've added.You beat me by minutes. It was a flashback to my vinyl collection and how much I played this back in the late 70's. I have heard this or the other cuts in years. Thanks RP!
Diane
I can remember as if it was yesterday how I put on this album and stood staring into the coals of the fireplace early one chilly morning after another all-night-party at my E-School buddies' party house known affectionately as The Brown Hole, and mourned the loss of my first true love, Kim S., who looked a lot like Nancy Wilson of Heart at the time, and was now being seen out and about in the small Ozark town at all the parties with "other guys." I had never known that the very thing that had taken me so high could now be carving my heart out from the inside, and, even worse, I had never suspected that I was nowhere near the end of suffering as a result...
Conehead, Click, and TFG were the older guys who presided over The Hole. They and the others who had partied with us through the long and typically psychedelic night tried their best to console me. We cranked up the volume, fired up a twister and started banging on the keg again, and we all heard That Fucking Gabbert chuckle and chug and say, "I now pronounce it a brand-new day." I tried to smile along but there were tears in my eyes, and as Gilmour's peerless guitar-work and the searing lyrics in this song tore new and deeper rips into my gasping heart, I struggled mightily, for I knew I could not find a way to bring myself to do the unthinkable and let go...
"Face it, man, she's a groovy gal, but you'll find another one," Chip said, grabbing my mug and squirting it full of the amber nectar of hoped-for but never reliable pain reliever we all wish it was.
"Yeah, dude, no big deal, I'm sure you'll find another, soon enough, and forget her," said Click, from the giant bean-bag in the corner.
"That's just it... I don't want another. I want her," I said. "And, as this song reminds me, 'There's no way/ I'm gonna let go...'" I said, with a noticeable creak in my voice. I couldn't take my eyes off of the glow of the forced transformation of carbon going on in the fireplace.
"But, come on, John, it's only been a short while... Give it some time, let yourself heal, and see what else is out there..." Leslie, Chip's girlfriend, said, patting my shoulder.
"But, be careful, because the last thing you want to do is jump right into another fling with just some other girl, just to get a rebound," retorted Laura, B-Line's girlfriend.
Champion of Cups, Mark B. himself, responding to her nudge, got up from the sofa with a slight stagger, then, surprisingly, gingerly and adroitly stepping among the limbs of others, made it all the way across the floor to come and grin right in my face. He then stood there gesturing with his arms while swaying as if on the deck of a ship at sea and preached The Gospel to me. "Listen, listen, listen, man... Doesn't matter what anybody says, man. You're gonna wallow, and then you're gonna get a rebound, and it's gonna maybe look and feel just great, and you're gonna think it's just what you need, and it will be, but then it's all gonna blow your mind, man, because then it's all gonna fall apart and you won't even know where your head is at, man, and then, you're gonna fall even deeper and harder down into what's gonna suck even more and worse than you can imagine, and —" but he was cut off by Click's girl, CC, who had come down the steps from the kitchen with some snacks, who said, "Stop it! Do you not see where this is going? Nowhere! Nowhere but in a circle. And it is a circle. And it goes around in you, and you go around in it. So let it ride. You'll get through it. And that's how it is and has to be, like it or not..."
Conehead caught my eye as the song was fading out and said, "Keep on dancing, man. Sometimes it's all you can do. And, seems like, you sure could use a party...and that's what we're here for. So, cheer up. The party ain't over, man — the trick is to keep it going..."
Of course, I felt grateful, but I rightly suspected that I might never quite learn how to let go of a single thing I've become entangled with.
This and every song that has ever moved me to tears contains The Universe. I'm thankful that RP can call up The Soundtrack for me.
I was halfway through this comment, sitting in the spa below the stars and a gibbous moon, and I thought "This sounds like ColoradoJohn". Sure enough.... I've said it before...your RP comments should be collected and published.