CAVLDRON SE7EN <> IN MY TIME OF DYING.
[ Now playing in Demon Tribe Hollow... In My Time Of Dying by Led Zeppelin from Physical Graffiti ]
Apparently CalTrans workers are making progress on their driveable streets annihilation project less than a block from my house. On Monday, they must have become overly excited ripping up pavement and hit a power main or something. I guess they figure we won't need roads anymore as soon as the flying cars start selling.
Seriously, there's been major construction on 33rd Street here in Normal Heights ever since I moved in on the first of July last year. It's getting a little bit old, and day before yesterday, it got really old during a near 11-hour power outage said construction very likely caused. Hence, I couldn't update here on FB or anywhere else.
However, it did ultimately turn out to be the most enjoyable outage I've ever experienced. Reason is that the laptop I recently bought was the only device besides my early-generation smartphone that was running on a charged battery. I don't yet have the laptop online, and my smartphone, which is online, is really not much good for getting real work done, due to the small screen size. So, the only thing I found myself able to do was some old-school 80's arcadegaming all night. I have this multi-game arcade cabinet that the laptop runs, hence all I had to do was bypass the external monitor and set the laptop up in front of it and I was good to go for hours. And even with that compromised setup, I could still use my massive tankstick without too much trouble.
So much damned fun, in fact, that I kind of wished the power would've stayed out longer.
Anyway, I was gonna try to get all freaky-eccentric tonight by posting some Penderecki alongside some GG Allin, but then I said to myself, "Fuck that. It'll likely look all pretentious and probably no one will get it, anyway." So I guess I took the easy route and decided just to stick with Zeppelin. Really though, not so easy, because what am I going to say that hasn't been said before about the greatest hard rock band there ever was?
I don't know, really. I do know, however, that there is an absolute king among rock guitarists; the best there ever was, is, and likely forever shall be. And it's not even a close contest, because this guy's songwriting chops along with his staggering creativity make the next best musician no closer than an entirely different universe. And I'm talking, of course, about James Patrick Page, the heart of Zeppelin.
Just too many great records with zero filler exist that are due almost entirely to this man's brilliance. Six straight albums, due mostly to Page's writing, one excessively solid track full of addicting hooks after another. Yeah, Robert Plant had a hand in the writing too, but not nearly to the degree that Jimmy did. So I fearlessly stipulate that there has never been a single individual's primary instrument behind such a radically great and influential catalogue.
And to those who would say that much of Zeppelin's work was too derivative of Blind Willie and Robert Johnson, I refuse to hear anything you might say after issuing such a daft statement. That's like saying The Beatles infringed too much on the work of Otis Redding and Little Richard. Some of the groundwork was laid by the predecessors of these two bands, but the compositions that they then devised were undoubtedly their own.
I mean, listen to this and this and tell me you don't think they're completely, distinctly different tunes.
[ Now playing in Demon Tribe Hollow... In My Time Of Dying by Led Zeppelin from Physical Graffiti ]
Apparently CalTrans workers are making progress on their driveable streets annihilation project less than a block from my house. On Monday, they must have become overly excited ripping up pavement and hit a power main or something. I guess they figure we won't need roads anymore as soon as the flying cars start selling.
Seriously, there's been major construction on 33rd Street here in Normal Heights ever since I moved in on the first of July last year. It's getting a little bit old, and day before yesterday, it got really old during a near 11-hour power outage said construction very likely caused. Hence, I couldn't update here on FB or anywhere else.
However, it did ultimately turn out to be the most enjoyable outage I've ever experienced. Reason is that the laptop I recently bought was the only device besides my early-generation smartphone that was running on a charged battery. I don't yet have the laptop online, and my smartphone, which is online, is really not much good for getting real work done, due to the small screen size. So, the only thing I found myself able to do was some old-school 80's arcadegaming all night. I have this multi-game arcade cabinet that the laptop runs, hence all I had to do was bypass the external monitor and set the laptop up in front of it and I was good to go for hours. And even with that compromised setup, I could still use my massive tankstick without too much trouble.
So much damned fun, in fact, that I kind of wished the power would've stayed out longer.
Anyway, I was gonna try to get all freaky-eccentric tonight by posting some Penderecki alongside some GG Allin, but then I said to myself, "Fuck that. It'll likely look all pretentious and probably no one will get it, anyway." So I guess I took the easy route and decided just to stick with Zeppelin. Really though, not so easy, because what am I going to say that hasn't been said before about the greatest hard rock band there ever was?
I don't know, really. I do know, however, that there is an absolute king among rock guitarists; the best there ever was, is, and likely forever shall be. And it's not even a close contest, because this guy's songwriting chops along with his staggering creativity make the next best musician no closer than an entirely different universe. And I'm talking, of course, about James Patrick Page, the heart of Zeppelin.
Just too many great records with zero filler exist that are due almost entirely to this man's brilliance. Six straight albums, due mostly to Page's writing, one excessively solid track full of addicting hooks after another. Yeah, Robert Plant had a hand in the writing too, but not nearly to the degree that Jimmy did. So I fearlessly stipulate that there has never been a single individual's primary instrument behind such a radically great and influential catalogue.
And to those who would say that much of Zeppelin's work was too derivative of Blind Willie and Robert Johnson, I refuse to hear anything you might say after issuing such a daft statement. That's like saying The Beatles infringed too much on the work of Otis Redding and Little Richard. Some of the groundwork was laid by the predecessors of these two bands, but the compositions that they then devised were undoubtedly their own.
I mean, listen to this and this and tell me you don't think they're completely, distinctly different tunes.
the swords was pretty sick, kinda of a CCR meets a young Metallica. High on fire was nice and heavy. When did they sign to relapse records?
I hear a similarity on both tracks, but yeah two different styles of music, but like they say nothing is original, we all are borrowing something from the past i guess.
check out alexisonfire's older albums, watch out was their ground breaker due to the fact they didnt scream as much. but the lyrics are poetry, same for city and colour, since dallas green played guitar and sang backup in Alexisonfire.