To me, Sgt. Peppers was the turning point.
Well, preferably, yeah. There's a bit of larceny in all the best music.
Woody Guthrie was staying on Will Geer's couch in California for a time, and when they eventually had enough of him and kicked him out (the first of many times), he left with Herta Geer's guitar.
Bob Marley went to Europe to write songs for Johnny Nash, and things didn't quite work out as planned (though Nash had a few successful recordings of songs Marley wrote). When Marley left to return to Jamaica, Nash noticed that his guitar had left with Bob.
Sometimes people just need your stuff and they have to borrow it without your permission. It's not fun when you're the one being "borrowed" from, I know from bittersweet personal experience, but some things must happen for the greater good, comrade.
Nobody can imitate Elvis. Not even Elvis. Come on, everyone knows that. ;)
Haven't seen it; didn't know what it was; did a quick google and it looks pretty funny...seems like it got a smudge of critical success and a cult following: so what's the deal?
Actually I think 'See My Friends' written by Ray Davies in 1964 pre-dates 'Rain' & 'Paper Back Writer' in incorperating the droning, indian influenced music with the r n b sound that lead to psychedelia.The Beatles had several turning points. Listen to the lack of Ringo on Rubber Soul; I mean, he's there, but that Ticket to Ride drumming sound is almost completely absent. Then, in April '66, when the Revolver sessions started, Rain came out and boasts some of his best drumming, which was always snare-heavy, but never moreso than on this great cut.
The androgeny of tonal center in both Rain and Paperback Writer really brought the innovation of their earlier works to fruition. Revolver brought this further to the fore with the flat 7 all over the flippin' place. It sounds familiar now because the Beatles made it like that.
Pepper may have been the fire-glo masterpiece, but the foundation was laid firmly in spring-summer '66 with the total departure from standard R&R form and substance.
I'm pretty much a purist, so I was a bit surprised at how much I liked Love/I] upon first hearing. But I shouldn't have been. Martin was a huge reason for their success, and he indeed did a masterful job on Love along with his son.
Actually I think 'See My Friends' written by Ray Davies in 1964 pre-dates 'Rain' & 'Paper Back Writer' in incorperating the droning, indian influenced music with the r n b sound that lead to psychedelia.
has anyone here heard The Beatles, Love?
Bob Dylan wanted, very badly, to be a star. Whatever rejection of "stardom" he did after the fact doesn't change that.The way I see Bob is that he isn't a rock star. He is merely a great writer who happens to get his message out through song. So music is his curse, his means to an end. His way to convey his message...music is just a sidebar.
Oh dear. Seriously; lyrics are not poetry. I had this argument with my wife on Saturday night, and she still doesn't accept it.
But it's true. It doesn't mean that they are any less viable as thoughts or any less valuble. It's just that you can't read song lyrics and expect them to be a poem. And you can't sing a poem and expect a good song.
An obvious counter argument would be Morrison or Dylan. But try it:
Morrison wrote poetry, and he wrote lyrics. But ne'er the twain shall meet. Not to say that he didn't recite poetry over music "as lyrics." But that doesn't count; we're talking true sung lyrics vs. poetry.
Dylan writes mainly lyrics, and while they come close, they fall flat as poetry. Try it with Desolation Row, Visions of Johanna, It's Alright Ma or A Hard Rain's a-Gonna Fall. Great words. Horrible poems.
Just be glad the Monkees didn't make it to the title as well.
I think its okay to care which words accompany your music...I also think its okay NOT to care. Any ol words will do, and rhyming even helps. Because in music its not the story that counts...and if it is, then its likely either bad music or bad story.
The lyrics to Stairway to Heaven? Please. They are random crap at best. Not to mention impenetrable in spots to most of the American kids who made them millionaires (a bustle in your hedgerow? Fuck you!).
This should be my new signature:
(a bustle in your hedgerow? Fuck you!).
Come on, cut me some slack here...
And Dazed & Confused, well, 'nuf said. One more thought here: if rock n roll ever fornicated with the blues, this is a good porn version...And Plant has fucking pipes, man. Sick pipes.
Here's the original by Jake Holmes.
Oh dear. Seriously; lyrics are not poetry. I had this argument with my wife on Saturday night, and she still doesn't accept it.
But it's true. It doesn't mean that they are any less viable as thoughts or any less valuble. It's just that you can't read song lyrics and expect them to be a poem. And you can't sing a poem and expect a good song.
An obvious counter argument would be Morrison or Dylan. But try it:
Morrison wrote poetry, and he wrote lyrics. But ne'er the twain shall meet. Not to say that he didn't recite poetry over music "as lyrics." But that doesn't count; we're talking true sung lyrics vs. poetry.
Dylan writes mainly lyrics, and while they come close, they fall flat as poetry. Try it with Desolation Row, Visions of Johanna, It's Alright Ma or A Hard Rain's a-Gonna Fall. Great words. Horrible poems.
"http://www.bobdylan.com/#/songs/its-alright-ma-im-only-bleeding" said:Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
[...]
They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.