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Post by Thorngrub on Sept 3, 2004 9:26:21 GMT -5
Proud, you nailed it on the head with DSOTM, man. The reason I say that is I have literally taken that album with me to a tropical island in the Caribbean. I used to own one off the coast of Honduras, and me and my friends would go there, long ago, back in the day, when the World's Storm had yet to reach its black fingers into nearly every nook & crevice of this once green paradise. Back before the Terror Days, when atrocities were committed by hand with self sharpened butcher knives, or carefully oiled revolvers. In any case, blasting Dark Side Of The Moon out under the sprawling dust of the Milky Way and observing shooting stars every other 90 seconds throughout the glittering night was the ideal way of taking in that legendary album. Just soaking up the crazy clockwork chimes and bells at the beginning of TIME was enough to instill new vistas of wonder into the constellations strewn above us. Man those were the days. My friend and I envisioned a video for "Time" which featured two gunslingers standing off in slow motion, widescreen splendour with a fat orange sun slowly sinking behind them. I can still picture that imagery in perfect synchronization with the music of that song. Perfect desert-island album, indeed.
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Post by Dr. Drum on Sept 3, 2004 9:45:40 GMT -5
The Cure can do no wrong! True statement up till about 1989. |
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Post by JesusLooksLikeMe on Sept 3, 2004 9:49:51 GMT -5
Yeah, Fat Bob didn't transition into the 90's very well.
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Post by riley on Sept 3, 2004 9:59:36 GMT -5
I still think Bloodflowers had a few sweet spots. Not necessarily original ones, and maybe not as wonderous as I initially thought when it came out and was billed as part three of some sort of trilogy, but some solid spots in there, and far superior in whole than say Wild Mood Swings or Wish.
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Post by Proud on Sept 3, 2004 10:31:08 GMT -5
thorn, why the hell aren't you a journalist? that's an awesome description. you took exactly what i had in mind, and took it a step further. bravo.
i wish i was more intelligent... beh.
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Post by Thorngrub on Sept 3, 2004 12:08:57 GMT -5
thorn, why the hell aren't you a journalist? that's an awesome description. you took exactly what i had in mind, and took it a step further. bravo. i wish i was more intelligent... beh. The reason I'm not a journalist is because I was cursed with the brand of being a 'poet', in this lifetime. I suppose it is a blessing in its own way -- but the curse comes with being continually shunned by society as a star-shaped peg that won't fit into any of their smooth round holes. Hence my curse extends towards every poet's safety-blanket, "poverty". Yes I made a conscious decision early in life to eschew riches in favour of happiness, and as I emerged from the chrysalis of high school to face the brightening dawn of my adult-responsibility phase, I then firmly decided to eschew a solid career of my choice in favour of being a totally free spirit, having cultivated the rare ability to dissect my environs with the scalpel-edged word, polished to a mirror. Strangely enough, my discreet bargain with Fate and the Universe has allowed me to retain my youthfulness & certain vitalities to the point I now fully accept this vampiric pact (little of which had I proper understanding of, all those 20 years ago). In essence, I have traded in the travails & side-effects of having a lifetime career and climbing the corporate ladder towards 6-digit salaries, in exchange for a peter pan syndrome, youthful immortality, and the ability to withstand the most extreme horrors & tragedies with my inherent & god-given ability to retain the essential smile my face was born with. Hence at this stage of my life, I can have no regrets for the pact I made with myself, and look forward to exploring unmapped vistas of this wild reality we all have been given to share. I have managed to secure for myself a modest living working at a hospital for now, and this job offers me great exercise to keep me fit and healthy in exchange for shunning the greater profits I could have had instead, by taking any manner of far more higher-paying jobs that would wear out the seat of my ass rather than keeping me in fine tuned cardiovascular shape. There comes a time in every man's life when he must ask himself where his priorities really lie. And I was lucky enough to have known what mine were even as I emerged a bright-eyed graduate from Emerson College all of 17 years ago, with an utterly useless BFA in Creative Writing. Useless to society's standards and expectations in the greater economic plan, but absolutely invaluable to my own inner world of education and personal growth. I would not trade in my "useless" BFA in Creative Writing for anything in the world; not the ability to turn back time, not anything. I look forward to conquering heretofore unheard-of realms of wonder and imagination with which to galvanize upon the printed page. It is all that I live for, when you come right down to it. My destiny lies before me in perfect focus. And I am casually strolling down that lane into the sunset of our lives. A free man, unbound by the societal restrictions which plague more and more of the masses every year. A self-made bard who would shun the coin of the realm, rather preferring to eke my existance out of the raw materials of the universe, or whatever random jobs whichever community I happen to pass through might require of me. I don't know if that helps answering your question as to why I am not a journalist. I feel that I would make a terrific journalist, and if someday the printed flow of language that ceaselessly issues from my pen is captured by that type of publisher, then suddenly I will have zigged into journalist-land. I am not against being a journalist -- I am merely focused on being myself and totally free. Some day I could easily see myself penning a regular column; it just remains to be seen if the twists that lie ahead of me during my travel towards fate end up offering such a gig. For now, I continue to work in the hospital, write at home, and hang out with my small circle of friends, going to concerts whenever we can. Music, writing, and friends are my life. It has been a very fulfilling existance. |
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Post by Proud on Sept 3, 2004 23:23:24 GMT -5
*feels like an idiot*
every sentence of that post was a textual orgasm.
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Post by ScottsyII on Sept 4, 2004 6:28:36 GMT -5
*Feels very humbled about his posting style*...
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Post by Thorngrub on Sept 5, 2004 14:24:26 GMT -5
Quit it . . . yer makin' thoRny blush.
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Post by koolkat on Sept 5, 2004 18:04:07 GMT -5
Achtung Baby - U2. One of the finest rock records ever recorded and definitely their best. Duran Duran - Greatest Hits. It's just dumb, happy fun pop music. And if anyone here says there's not at least 1 Duran song they like, they're lying through their teeth.  Automatic for the People - REM. Their finest moment IMO. Some of the songs are quite depressing but since we're stuck on a desert island, chances are we won't be living for a long time (I for one am allergic to coconuts) so I thought when it came time for our respective funerals, nothing says 'dying' like this album does.  |
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Post by ueb on Sept 5, 2004 22:31:19 GMT -5
Only three albums? Oh fuck this is going to be difficult. Fortunately, Dead Can Dance, the Smiths, Tool, the Verve and the Stone Roses are already covered. So, with that, here's my relatively predictable list:
1. Disintegration - The Cure
There must be some Cure on this island damn it, and this album is just too beautiful.
2. Under the Pink - Tori Amos
Still my favorite, and there's a song for just about every mood.
3. In Case You Didn't Feel Like Showing Up (live) - Ministry
Not that we wouldn't all get along wonderfully or have the slightest inclination to smack each other upside the head while residing on this lovely island...but just in case.
NB: I seriously thought about including the Cocteau Twin's Treasure, Curve's Come Clean, Kristin Hersh's Hips and Maker's, Depeche Mode's Violator, Nine Inch Nails's Pretty Hate Machine, and/or Madonna's Immaculate Collection. Oh well.
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Post by Thorngrub on Sept 6, 2004 9:22:41 GMT -5
Thank god someone brought Duran Duran. I would've liked "Rio", but their Greatest Hits is good enough, maybe even better insofar as diversity goes. Nice joob KoolKat.
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Post by JesusLooksLikeMe on Sept 6, 2004 9:40:37 GMT -5
Yep. Rio would have been neat, but the Greatest Hits certainly ain't too shabby, and it'd give me chance to throw out one or two of my spasmo new romantic dance moves on the beach and dress in a frilly shirt. Can't fault that.
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Post by Thorngrub on Sept 7, 2004 9:07:47 GMT -5
1. Raison D'etre Lost Fragments
2.Brian Eno Another Green World
3.Opeth Blackwater Park
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Post by Ryosuke on Sept 8, 2004 2:47:22 GMT -5
As the person who started this thread, I guess I have some sort of an obligation to do this...Here's what our list looks like so far. The music geek in me forced me to alphabetize them by artist. Under The Pink - Tori Amos Act of Free Choice - David Bridie Soapbox - Change Of Heart Hologram of Baal - The Church London Calling - The Clash Disintegration - The Cure A Passage In Time - Dead Can Dance Hate - The Delgados Greatest Hits - Duran Duran Another Green World - Brian Eno In The City - The Jam Unknown Pleasures - Joy Division Beethoven Nine Symphonies - Von Karajan The Man Machine - Kraftwerk In Case You Didn't Feel Like Showing Up - Ministry Blackwater Park - Opeth Dark Side Of The Moon - Pink Floyd Surfer Rosa - The Pixies OK Computer - Radiohead Lost Fragments - Raison D'etre Out Of Time - REM Automatic For The People - REM Whale Music - The Rheostatics Nowhere - Ride Moving Pictures - Rush One Beat - Sleater Kinney The Queen Is Dead - The Smiths The Stone Roses - The Stone Roses Songs From Northern Britain - Teenage Fanclub Aneima - Tool Terria - Devin Townsend Achtung Baby - U2 Urban Hymns - The Verve Violent Femmes - Violent Femmes Shut Up 'N Play Yer Guitar - Frank Zappa This is a pretty interesting list, and certainly not what I expected it to be like. Quite a few of the stuff on there I've never heard, so at least there will be the joy of discovering new music (at least for the first few weeks...). Oh, and I disqualified Phil's 6 CD box-set |
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