Presence! Proving yourself right I assume by giving it a spin? I really was blown away by Houses Of The Holy and Physical Graffiti so much I'm pausing before moving on to Presence and In Through The Out Door. Maybe in Manhattan, walking the streets, though Physical Graffiti would surely be a great soundtrack for that. Yours in music, Michael
P.S. Garrison Keillor said this: "We sang Paul Simon’s “Under African Skies,” a song I love though I don’t understand it (“This is the story of how we begin to remember … after the dream of falling and calling your name out”???) and the piano player gets a great rambunctious break and then the tall woman whistles through her teeth, grinning, and the audience whoops and yells, and then I talk about a quiet week in Lake Wobegon."
It made me think how I often don't try to understand or parse the lyrics. (What? That song is about XY and Z? I had no idea!) Even less what a song means. Weird, since I do love words and lyrics. But I just enjoy a book or story or song or movie and assume if I really need to get it, I will. (I"m pretty sure Schindler's List said the Holocaust was bad.) Some day you might think about songs you love that you haven't a clue as to what they're about....
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Presence! Proving yourself right I assume by giving it a spin? I really was blown away by Houses Of The Holy and Physical Graffiti so much I'm pausing before moving on to Presence and In Through The Out Door. Maybe in Manhattan, walking the streets, though Physical Graffiti would surely be a great soundtrack for that. Yours in music, Michael
P.S. Garrison Keillor said this: "We sang Paul Simon’s “Under African Skies,” a song I love though I don’t understand it (“This is the story of how we begin to remember … after the dream of falling and calling your name out”???) and the piano player gets a great rambunctious break and then the tall woman whistles through her teeth, grinning, and the audience whoops and yells, and then I talk about a quiet week in Lake Wobegon."
It made me think how I often don't try to understand or parse the lyrics. (What? That song is about XY and Z? I had no idea!) Even less what a song means. Weird, since I do love words and lyrics. But I just enjoy a book or story or song or movie and assume if I really need to get it, I will. (I"m pretty sure Schindler's List said the Holocaust was bad.) Some day you might think about songs you love that you haven't a clue as to what they're about....
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