Let’s get back to my early clubbing days, again.

Anouk – Nobody’s Wife [Together Alone] | 1997 | Rock/Post Grunge

[expand title=”Lyrics”]I’m sorry for the times that I made you scream
for the times that I killed your dreams
for the times that I made your whole world rumble

for the times that I made you cry
for the times that I told you lies
for the times that I watched and let you stumble

It’s too bad, but that’s me
what goes around comes around, you’ll see
that I can carry the burden of pain
’cause it ain’t the first time that a man goes insane
and when I spread my wings to embrace him for life
I’m suckin’ out his love, ’cause I, I’ll never be nobody’s wife

I’m sorry for the times that I didn’t come home
left you lyin’ in that bed alone
was flyin’ high in the sky when you needed my shoulder

you’re like a stone hangin’ round my neck, see
cut it loose before it breaks my back, see
I’ve gotta say what I feel before I grow older

I’m sorry but I ain’t gonna change my ways
you know I’ve tried but I’m still the same
I’ve got to do it my own way

It’s too bad, but hey, that’s me
what goes around comes around, you’ll see
that I can carry the burden of pain
’cause it ain’t the first time that a man goes insane
and when I spread my wings to embrace him for life
I’m suckin’ out his love, I, I’ll never be nobody’s wife

It’s too bad, but hey, that’s me
what goes around comes around, you’ll see
that I can carry the burden of pain
’cause it ain’t the first time that a man goes insane
and when I spread my wings to embrace him for life
I’m suckin’ out his love, I, I’ll never be nobody’s wife [/expand]

Again, a song that was played on the first day I visited a club (RIP T-Club… :( ).
And then on nearly every day I went out for the next few years.

And it’s still one hell of a powerful song to me.
The lyrics speak true, the power is in the music and it’s the perfect mix of contemplative sadness and upbeat energy.

If you ever need me pumped up and ready to go for something… ANYTHING!
Play this song. Play it loud.
I’ll be grinning like a madman and be focused on the prize afterwards.

Let’s wallow in some really great memories.

Heroes Del Silencio – Entre Dos Tieras [Senderos de traición] | 1990 | Rock

This track…
This piece of Spanish Rock…
Is a great, powerful, rocking piece of music.

I started to go dancing regularly in 2001. Ten years ago.
On the very first day, this song was played. It was eleven years old even then.
I danced to it almost monthly up until the club where I was a regular closed. Then it became a rarer occurrence, but even my new regular club played it from time to time. And enjoyed it every damn time!

The last two years have seen me go dancing much less than I’d prefer. So I haven’t really heard it that often.
I WILL change this the coming year. Starting this 25th of December with the Eisenlager’s X-Mas DM party.
Continuing the next year with visits to the Pulp and the ex-Saint.
I’ll still stay away from the Matrix. That club can rot in hell for all I care.

But this song… It’s twenty one years old now. And it still rocks. It still holds it power.
And it still brings back the memories of smoke-machines, red and blue lights, the smell of patchouli, cigarettes and bailey’s, and pictures of very attractive young women going wild with grins on their faces. As well as Vampires stalking the US East Coast in a battle against the Sabbat.

So… Rock! :)

[P.S.
Again, this is 80s music for me. Simply as it was released in May, 1990. Not much time for any 1990s cultural and musical influences to sink in.]

Let’s uncover. (1)

Even I sometimes learn of a great song through a cover. (But I’m then also mostly able to tell that this is a cover, as most covers have a very distinctive sound that’s NOT like the covering bands normal sound. And yes, I’ll still bodily harm or harshly scoff anyone who thinks that Marilyn Manson performed “Personal Jesus” first. Yes, I heard that once. Yes, she was trying to flirt with me. Yes, I shot her down because of that. Because… Daaaaamn, girl! When you’re in a goth club in the mid 00s and in your mid-20s, you better KNOW your shit!) {…*looks at tangent, sighs* If I should ever write my memoirs, they will probably encapsulate the first six years of my live and end with a 300 page long tangent on Polish Wheat Farming in the 1980s…}

Anyway. A great song. A great cover. A fitting mood.

Demons and Wizards – White Room [Demons and Wizards] | 2000 [And yes, that’s a 90s album for me. Recorded in 99 and released in early 2000.] | Metal

[expand title=”Lyrics”]
In the white room with black curtains near the station.
Black-roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings.
Silver horses run down moonbeams in your dark eyes.
Dawn-light smiles on you leaving, my contentment.

I’ll wait in this place where the sun never shines;
Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves.

You said no strings could secure you at the station.
Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows.
I walked into such a sad time at the station.
As I walked out, felt my own need just beginning.

I’ll wait in the queue when the trains come back;
Lie with you where the shadows run from themselves.

At the party she was kindness in the hard crowd.
Consolation for the old wound now forgotten.
Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes.
She’s just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings.

I’ll sleep in this place with the lonely crowd;
Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves.[/expand]

Original at the end of the post.

First, the technicalities: The cover can’t compare with the flow of Clapton’s original guitar playing. I won’t dispute that. But it’s got a stronger sense of… Power. Of strength. Of force. The almost military beat is there in the original, too, but much more subdued. Playing this up in the cover underlines the fact that it’s being covered by a Metal band. And the singing… Well. I’m a fan of Hansi Kürsch. I won’t ever dispute that. I love Blind Guardian. And he brings the song out in a very nice way. Where the flow of the guitar falls slightly short of the original, the flow of the lyrics is much improved, in my opinion. If they’d let some of the prolonged solos from the original in (especially from the live versions) it would have been even better. But, even so, this is a great cover. It’s a great song in either version, period.

The personal connotations… Are diverse. I bought the Demons and Wizards CD when it came out, and it spoke to me. “Path of Glory” is still one of my personal hymns. It’s one of the most uplifting and strengthening songs I know. And I needed that very much during those time. When I came to appreciate “White Room”, it grew on my. It has a multitude of romantic, dramatic, depressing, joyful and wild connections with me and the people I hung out with at around 2001-2005. It was always with me in my car when I went out to dance, to meet people, to spend time with dear friends and dearer affairs. It was there when I was being dumped, when I was being betrayed, when I was going through utter shit. And then it was still there when things picked up again, when I met new people and made even more exciting experiences and went to some pretty fucking amazing private parties and even more private two-person dates.

This song moves me and when I listen to its lyrics they speak to me in nuances. The tigers, the shadows, the streets and the room change their appearance and focus with the change of time and locale and experiences. Last weeks harsh ending made me pull it out again. Today, seeing my new flat taking shape faster and with less hassle than I had dreamed of made me do so again.

So I share with you.
Old and new. Original and interpretation.

Enjoy it.
And DO buy “Demons and Wizards” if you can still find it. It’s a pretty fucking amazing album that combines Blind Guardian and Iced Earth and gives you something much stronger. It runs through powerful hymns and tragic ballads and manages to move you in a varied amount of emotional directions. Give it a chance. You just might like it.

Cream – White Room [Wheels on Fire] | 1968 | Rock

Let’s add some non-standard punk.

I think I just might be coming down with something, which makes me want to get to bed early and not writ long and rambling monologues today. So I won’t. I’ll simply throw you some wonderful Swedish post-hardcore.

A song combining a catchy melody, a killer hook riff and a magnificent “in your fucking face” attitude.

Refused – New Noise [The Shape of Punk to Come] | 1998 | Post-Hardcore

[expand title=”Lyrics”]Can I scream? Yeah!
We lack the motion to move to the new beat
We lack the motion to move to the new beat

It’s here for us to admire if we can afford the beauty of it
Can afford the luxury of turning our heads
Adjust that thousand dollars smile and behold the creation of man
Great words won’t cover ugly actions – good frames won’t save bad paintings

We lack the motion to move to the new beat. Yeah!
We lack… motion
When the day is over – Hey! – the doors are locked on us
Money buys the access – and we can’t pay the cost
And how can we expect anyone to listen if we are using the same old voice?
We need new noise – new art for the real people

We dance to all the wrong songs
We enjoy all the wrong moves
We dance to all the wrong songs
We’re not leading
We dance to all the wrong songs
We enjoy all the wrong moves
We dance to all the wrong songs
We’re not, we’re not, we’re not, we’re not, we’re not, we’re not…
Leading

We dance – all the wrong songs
We enjoy – all the wrong moves
We dance – all the wrong songs

We dance – all the wrong songs
We enjoy – all the wrong moves
We dance – all the wrong songs

Here we go!

We dance to all the wrong songs
We enjoy all the wrong moves
We dance to all the wrong songs
We’re not leading. Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

The new beat! The new beat! The new beat! The new beat!
The new beat! The new beat! The new beat! The new beat!
The new beat! The new beat! The new beat! The new beat!
The new beat! The new beat! The new beat! The new beat!
Thank you.[/expand]

I actually find it hard to believe that this is a 90s song, as its refinement and advanced structures scream 2003/2004. This makes it one of those songs that were ahead of their time, skill- and production-wise. And this is a huge compliment. … NO. A good production and line-perfect skills don’t make a good song alone. It needs energy and feeling too, to be considered truly good. And guess what? I really think that “New Noise” delivers that. I mean, when they let themselves be influenced to put some nifty Drumm’n’Base portions into this song (against the backdrop of an ironically pretty damn conservative audience) and make them sound GOOD and ORGANIC, they simply WON. They won with New Noise.

I’m mostly a Goth Rock, EBM and Darkwave kind of guy when it comes to dancing. But even I fully adore and love to hear this song when out hitting the dancefloor.
There’s a trifecta of songs that came out prior to 2005 that make me want to go utterly crazy when a DJ puts them on. It speaks volumes for the that they were able to be picked up by “Goth” DJs. They rock. They rock hard. And they all have awesome hooks, beats and melodies which make them perfect to go crazy, let loose and mosh like a mad motherfucker.

You just heard one of them.
Here are the other two:

Slipknot – Before I Forget [2004]
(The hooks and riffs here… *goosebumps*

Disturbed – Down With the Sickness [2000]
(Still a helluva epic intro.)

Let’s talk about sleeping.

This might be a tad weird.
But I’m stumbling around like an idiot trying to find a bed which fits two categories:
1) 120cm-125cm wide
2) Aesthetically pleasing to me.

So far it’s been an either/or situation, which kinda pisses me off.
I want a metal bed with nice, winded, metal bars at either end.
To have some capabilities of… You know… Being playful.

So I’m looking and looking and looking. At this sucks, as I hate shopping of any kind. The internet-commerce revolution was a great boon to me. I started ordering books from amazon when it came online and I never stopped. (Which, as it turns out, seems to a slight problem in itself right now. ;) ).

So, as I’m now fuck-tired of looking at beds offline AND online, let’s see if I can’t serve you a song related to beds. (Hint: I can.)

The Bluetones – Sleazy Bed Track [Return to the Last Chance Saloon] | 1998 | Rock/Britpop

[expand title=”Lyrics”]I know it’s getting late.
But if you’d like to talk a little more.
Well that’s alright with me.
I’m feeling kinda tired.
But it ain’t exactly beating down my door.
Now just why could this be?

And I know I shouldn’t say.
But you’ve been acting strange the last few days.
And this has made me think.
Your pills have cost too much.
And you can’t feel them working any more.
So pour them down the sink.
And listen to me.

All you’ve gotta do is baby kick off your shoes and lay down.
Climb up here with me and let’s forget about sleep, and lay down.

Why hide your face from me?
Why turn away?
All I wanna do is pull you closer and say:
I’m feeling kinda tired.
But it ain’t exactly beating down my door.
Now just why could this be?
Will you listen to me?

All you’ve gotta do is baby kick off your shoes and lay down.
Climb up here with me and let’s forget about sleep, just lay down with me.
Lay down next to me.
Lay down with me.

I know I shouldn’t say.
But you’ve been acting strange the last few days.
And this has made me think, you know it got me thinking.
Your pills have cost too much.
And you can’t feel them working any more.
So pour them all right down the sink.[/expand]

This track is absolutely gorgeous. At the tail-end of the 90s and still filled with a typically 70s flow and almost funk. When I first listened to it, I actually THOUGHT that it was a 70s song, even though it was played in a club that wasn’t widely known for playing 70s tracks. I had to badger the DJ when she put on one of her 10min coffee-break songs to fish out the playlist and tell me what the hell I just listened to. I’m glad she did.

The feeling and mood of this song remind me so very much of my early 20s. In a very good way. Especially the slow, lazy summers with all those, beautiful, alternative girls around me. Most of the flirting was playful banter between friends, true. But… Not all of it. And some did lead places. Wonderful, exciting places. … I’m glad for my memories.

And with that thought, and your own memories, I say good night.

Let’s wind down a bit.

So, work today was particularly taxing and shitty thanks to someone totally useless being assigned to our team. He’s a picture-perfect lesson on how a single saboteur can derail even the biggest projects. DAMN today sucked.

So I’m not particularly in the mood or state-of-mind to write that much.

But there’s a near-perfect song for this out there. Which also is a near-perfect song in itself.
Sit through the intro. Wait until 01:36 in and listen to one of the best riffs in the history of rock and roll.

Dire Straits – Money for Nothing [Brothers in Arms] | 1985 | Rock

[expand title=”Lyrics”]Now look at them yo-yo’s that’s the way you do it
You play the guitar on the MTV
That ain’t workin’ that’s the way you do it
Money for nothin’ and chicks for free
Now that ain’t workin’ that’s the way you do it
Lemme tell ya them guys ain’t dumb
Maybe get a blister on your little finger
Maybe get a blister on your thumb

We gotta install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
We gotta move these colour TV’s

See the little faggot with the earring and the makeup
Yeah buddy that’s his own hair
That little faggot got his own jet airplane
That little faggot he’s a millionaire

We gotta install microwave ovens
Custom kitchens deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
We gotta move these colour TV’s

I shoulda learned to play the guitar
I shoulda learned to play them drums
Look at that mama, she got it stickin’ in the camera
Man we could have some fun
And he’s up there, what’s that? Hawaiian noises?
Bangin’ on the bongoes like a chimpanzee
That ain’t workin’ that’s the way you do it
Get your money for nothin’ get your chicks for free

We gotta install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
We gotta move these colour TV’s, Lord

Now that ain’t workin’ that’s the way you do it
You play the guitar on the MTV
That ain’t workin’ that’s the way you do it
Money for nothin’ and your chicks for free
Money for nothin’ and chicks for free[/expand]

Basically, what I want to say today:
1) Work sucked because of a single stupid motherfucker kicking it all off-track.
2) Listen to this song.
3) Buy “Brothers in Amrs” if you don’t yet have it. Money for Nothing, Brothers in Arms, Walk of Life, Why Worry… All those are on it. It’s a magnificent album. Get it. It’s worth the price of admission.

Let’s get it on early today.

And with something truly epic today. Something now 40 years old and filled with spirit and energy that is so often simply lacking or minimized in contemporary rock music to maximize profit and audience appeal.

I want to introduce those of you who don’t know it yet to “The Battle of Evermore” by Led Zeppelin, from their fourth album. The one that also featured “Stairway to Heaven”. I’m not showcasing Stairway to Heaven today because of two reasons. One: Almost everyone I know, knows this song. Two: It would take more time than I have today to put all my thoughts about it to the screen.

Led Zeppelin – The Battle of Evermore [IV] | 1971 | Rock

[expand title=”Lyrics”]Queen of Light took her bow, And then she turned to go,
The Prince of Peace embraced the gloom, And walked the night alone.

Oh, dance in the dark of night, Sing to the morning light.
The dark Lord rides in force tonight, And time will tell us all.

Oh, throw down your plow and hoe, Rest not to lock your homes.

Side by side we wait the might of the darkest of them all.

I hear the horses’ thunder down in the valley blow,
I’m waiting for the angels of Avalon, waiting for the eastern glow.

The apples of the valley hold, The seeds of happiness,
The ground is rich from tender care, Repay, do not forget, no, no.
Dance in the dark of night, sing to the morning light.

The apples turn to brown and black, The tyrant’s face is red.

Oh war is the common cry, Pick up you swords and fly.
The sky is filled with good and bad that mortals never know.

Oh, well, the night is long the beads of time pass slow,
Tired eyes on the sunrise, waiting for the eastern glow.

The pain of war cannot exceed the woe of aftermath,
The drums will shake the castle wall, the ring wraiths ride in black, Ride on.

Sing as you raise your bow, shoot straighter than before.
No comfort has the fire at night that lights the face so cold.

Oh dance in the dark of night, Sing to the morning light.
The magic runes are writ in gold to bring the balance back. Bring it back.

At last the sun is shining, The clouds of blue roll by,
With flames from the dragon of darkness, the sunlight blinds his eyes.
[/expand]

This song started as a jam session with a Mandolin and because Robert Plant has been reading Scottish folklore and the members all liked to let some Tolkien love flow into the song. Then they decided that it would work better as a duet and took the wonderful (and wonderfully eccentric and tragic) Sandy Denny (Ex-Fairport Convention) onto the track, and even gave her her own symbol on the album sleeve (Yes, IV was the album that started Led Zeppelin’s now trademark symbols. Read up on the history of how it was produced, it’s fairly interesting and fascinating to see that the sort of “indie music” mentality that’s coming up more and more today was inside Led Zeppelin as early as 1970/71.)

And the song just… Works.
It’s folk, and it’s rock, and it’s powerful, and it’s warm.

It starts slow and almost ponderous, picks up the pace, allows itself to rest a bit again and then rides into the finale with swords raised and voices loud. It underscores the story told with the way it is structured and the way the vocals are used. Emphasis and accentuation are put in with instruments, lyrics and strength of voice. – This seems basic, no? Sadly, not all bands really use this to full effect nowadays. (I could put in another hate-screed against autotuning in here, but… Just imagine me foaming at the mouth in anger and fury against said abuse of technology.)

So, I miss this. Not only the way that even exceptionally young musicians (Plant was 23 at the time) were able to improvise and jam and create something honestly beautiful and something that wasn’t aligned with most of their other material (Another thing I really hate: Corporate pressure to keep signed bands “on target” and not letting them develop their own voice and style fully and without hindrance). I also miss big-name rock bands going for themes of history, folklore and fantasy. This has been all but pushed away to Metal, Goth and the various X-Folk genres and sub-cultures. It would be refreshing if a modern, successful band were to record one or two songs inspired by Tolkien, Herbert or even Roddenberry or Lucas. Something that would marry a good story, a blend of emotions and a wider array of musical instruments and even styles.

And if there’s such a band out there, today, then please, by all means, point me towards them!

But first, take a few minutes of your time and listen to this gem.
And then go to iTunes or Amazon and buy this album. It’s so very much worth it. It has songs for a wide array of emotional states.

Let’s look back.

It was not long ago that I posted about In Flames’ “Only for the Weak” and how important it was for me. And now I just listened to In Flames’ new EP “8 Songs” and… It is on there, as a live version. So, they remember it too, after all those years, and feel that it’s significant enough to put on a current release. This… Makes me happy. :)

So, let’s look back the short span of four years.
When I first learned of Volbeat. The magnificient Danish bastards. :)

Volbeat – Sad Man’s Tongue [Rock the Rebel / Metal the Devil] | 2007 | Rock Metal

[expand title=”Lyrics”]Well my mama told me: Son you better watch out
All those nasty women gonna rip you dime for dime
But I got my pocket full of real tales, and a broken guitar mode (guitar mode)
And the story keep on rollin’, out from a sad man’s tongue

YEAH

Left my mama and papa’s nest
I got the rebel fever rambling my bones
Papa said: my boy, take my Johnny Cash vinyls and go
Well I got my pocket full of real tales, and a broken guitar mode (guitar mode)
And the story keep on rollin’, out from a sad man’s tongue

~Solo~

YEAH

Strollin’ down the highway with uncle sam roaring: rebel kid get your ass home
Your ass belongs to me
Leave your Johnny Cash songs and get home
But I got my pocket full of real tales, and a broken guitar mode (guitar mode)
And the story keep on rollin’, out from a sad man’s tongue

Singing in cell 1.40.9.5
No way should I wear guns, I’m sitting my time

YEAH

~Solo~

Left 1.40.9.5 with plenty Rock’n’Roll songs painting the road
Education sucks, so I sing my song for you
And I got my pocket full of real tales
And a broken guitar mode (guitar mode)
And the story keep on rollin’, out from a sad man’s tongue
[/expand]


This song… Has it all! IS all!
Power, Strength, Soul, Elvis, Country, Rock, Metal, Drive, Upbeat…

It’s a good, proper, uplifting song that’s good for driving, working out, running, having fun and dancing.

The video also rocks, due to blending some nice styles visually and artistically. :) (And the dancing gothy/rockabilly girl they show those short flashes of? Seeeexy!)

Four years ago, I heard that song for the very first time, when I was out dancing in the (now defunct… *sigh*) Saint Oberhausen. I just HAD to get the CD afterwards. And now? Still don’t regret it. Still one of the best musical purchases of the 00s. When I feel down, this song can pick me up. When I need energy, this song provides. When I need to pick up the beat while dancing… This song lends a helping hand.

It’s also forever intertwined with a dear friend of mine I met a year later. So, Bonus!

I wish you all a good night and hope that you will have some fun with tonight’s song. :)