Fok! Muziek trivia XXXII

Steven Tyler? Huey Lewis?, Jon Bon Jovi? Bruce Springsteen?

Hahhaa.. Ik mag zeker geen rijtjes opdreunen he?

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Steven Tyler? Huey Lewis?, Jon Bon Jovi? Bruce Springsteen?

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[Dit bericht is gewijzigd door Savatage op 23-05-2003 11:38]

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Op vrijdag 23 mei 2003 11:37 schreef ranja het volgende:

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KLopt, 1 antwoord per post
Bovendien is Thin lizzy brits...

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De gezochte bandleider is een New Yorker trouwens .

Zal dan wel.

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Op vrijdag 23 mei 2003 11:38 schreef Antikal het volgende:
Huey Lewis?

Zal dan wel.

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-edit- Punt voor Savatage, mijn misquote -edit-

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Op vrijdag 23 mei 2003 11:40 schreef Litpho het volgende:

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Huey Lewis, toendertijd in het voorprogramma van Thin Lizzy met de band Clover, speelde op 1 track van Live and Dangerous harmonica en vormde in 1980 de band Huey Lewis and the News.

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ogenblikje

Ik zoek artiest en songtitel:

Bijgevolg u het met een glimlachen
Er aandurfde geen is Voor een kleinigheid's meer dan dit moet huilen

Zult u nog mijn naam
En de maand het alle Wens terugroepen begonnen,
die u mij met een kus vrijgeeft?

Heb ik heb geprobeerd de sluier te tekenen
Indien ik heb - hoe zou ik kunnen verzuimen?
Heb ik het gevolg gevreesd?

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Op vrijdag 23 mei 2003 11:49 schreef dolle_hond het volgende:
Smasching Pumpkins - Disarm

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Het nummer is een enorme hit in de '90's geweest!

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Op vrijdag 23 mei 2003 11:56 schreef ranja het volgende:
4 non blondes - What's up

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ik plaats nog wel een stukje

Het maakt me niets uit
Ik denk zo
Ik zal je laten gaan

(Ik heb de vertaling hierbij een beetje aangepast want anders was ie weer te moeilijk)

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Op vrijdag 23 mei 2003 12:02 schreef Grobbel het volgende:
Narcotic van Liquido?

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So you faced it with a smile
There is no need to cry
For a trifle's more than this

Will you still recall my name
And the month it all began
Will you release me with a kiss?

Have I've tried to draw the veil
If I have - how could I fail?
Did I fear the consequence?

(...dazed by careless words
Cosy in my mind)

I don't mind
I think so
I will let you go

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Op vrijdag 23 mei 2003 12:02 schreef ranja het volgende:

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Ik heb NU je mail binnen

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(...)
Bassist *** and drummer *** fall in line, but it's *** that's made a bitch out of all of them-- from forcing them to cancel a slot on the Ozzfest bill, to sticking them with the most asinine bandname of the year. (It was ***'s idea to dub this bloated masturbathon ***, and the name says everything with the same exacting precision that it says nothing at all. ***. It's like it was tailor-made for a Sam Goody voiceover.) (...) The guys just autopilot their way through the most generic hard rock possible behind ***'s Dio-like wailing about highways and death and more highways. *** tries to stick out with his wanky solos, but all his effort amounts to little more than an indulgent novelty.

He, of course, is less an embarrassment than ***. Now, I'll freely admit being a fan of his old band: I remember when all the guys admired his politically correct take on machismo, and all the girls swooned at his hairy good looks and dreamed of just ripping the flannel right off him. To be fair, his voice sounds great, even after years of larynx-shredding throat-gore. The effect, unfortunately, is lost when you realize that all the lyrics are complete gibberish. "Set if off/ Set it off, my children." "I will wait for you/ Like a stone/ I will wait for you there/ Alone." Or best of all: "I am a virus!" He also rips off some pseudo-spiritual lyrics from the latest Christian grunge bands, which is ironic because... well, you know the drill: the student becomes the teacher, and they all ride the short bus together.

Sure, the pulsing noises and rumbling groan that open *** sound wicked, and [song] and [song] almost don't suck. You could even say that, technically, *** "rock". But they do so emptily, predictably, and without a single new idea. Producer Rick Rubin has fashioned a synthesized rock-like product that emits no heat. It's the worst kind of studio rock album, rigorously controlled-- even undercut-- by studio gimmickry; the rare instances during which the band starts to let go (the end of [song]) are incidental and abruptly cut off.

At its worst, this project is just plain retarded. On [song], *** snatch the opening chords from Simple Minds' "Don't You (Forget About Me)"-- try keeping the "hey hey hey hey" out of your head during this thing-- and then cop the riff from Aerosmith's "Walk This Way". Top this hall-of-fame moment of classic un-inspiration with a bridge that consists solely of heavily processed violin, and the fact that the song features *** yelling to his creator, "You gave me life, now show me how to live!" Was it too much to ask for some effort? Were we already pressing our luck that these guys even got together?

And it's so frustrating because *** would be better suited to virtually anything else. The man would sound more at home dueting with Shania. Listen to that! I'm in awe of his lungs. He belts these songs like they never went out of style, like he's still got that curly Louder Than Love-era mane thrown back and glistening, like he wants to shake the studio to its very foundation with the power of all his gristled fury-- when all of a sudden, the effects kick in and morph his voice into a fucking sitar! It just might be the most ridiculous and ill-timed production trick of his career. And all I can picture is *** high-fiving Rick Rubin and hitting the beach to play volleyball with Creed.

Duck, because America's gonna vomit.

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