Thursday, September 13, 2018

I find this amusing...

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Sorry.

Enjoy...

"Level Five"...


Because sometimes, the only way I can blow off steam without breaking some SOB's neck (or having some SOB break mine) is turning to my favorite band for a little bloodless satisfaction.

Call me unhinged. King Crimson helps to keep me off the ID channel -- not to mention the 11 o'clock news.

Enjoy...

Thursday, September 6, 2018

Thinking of Scott Weiland...


I recently turned 48. It occurred to me that Scott Weiland, frontman of Stone Temple Pilots, died when he was 48.

This is nothing new to me. When I turned 27, I thought of how Janis Joplin, Jim Morisson, and Jimi Hendrix died at 27. When I turned 30, I thought of how Jeff Buckley died at 30. When I turned 45, I thought of how Freddie Mercury died at 45. I could go on in this vein all day, believe me.

What makes me post this particular post is a matter of personal taste. I love STP's first three albums -- after that, they and I kind of drift away from each other. "Seven Caged Tigers" is the last track on their third album. First time I heard it, I thought, well, that's a strange way to end an album.

When I listen to it now? The last third of it sounds like a funeral dirge to me. Like Scott Weiland foresaw his own death, some
twenty years in advance.

I'm quite sure I'm reading way too much into this. All the same, this is one of a very few number of tunes that gives my spine a mildly unpleasant chill...