MUZ Muziek
Het forum voor 's werelds enige universele hobby! Snaren of toetsen, vinyl of cd, eendagsvlieg of rasartiest, op de radio of op een festival! Hier kun je al je ongebreideld enthousiasme, maar ook je weldoordachte kritische noten kwijt over muziek
Zolang er niet bij gezongen wordt is het allemaal nog wel om aan te horen.quote:
Die gitarist , Kazumi Watanabe , heeft overigens nog eens twee aardige cd's gemaakt met Bill Bruford en Jeff Berlin : The Spice of Life en The Spice of Life Too.
"We shall now tune our Mellotrons and attack culture once again"
TheGrandWazoo
Zelfmoord is een optie! Bazbo
Te wat?quote:Op zaterdag 27 januari 2007 11:29 schreef Norrage het volgende:
Heb ze nooit echt kunnen waarderen, maar respecteren zeker wel! Fijne groep...
Vind het allemaal alleen net té.
Hoianghuzhouhiuphoeginglau is goedemorgen, hoor ik Bassie en Adriaan al zingen; nou, ik versta d'r geen kút van!
(Superworm)
(Superworm)
Te progressief...Kan er niet echt rustig naar luisteren.
"Some guys they just give up living and start dying little by little piece by piece"
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TheGrandWazoo
Zelfmoord is een optie! Bazbo
Gisteren eindelijk de Night Watch gekocht. Prachtige registratie van het optreden in het concertgebouw te Amsterdam, 1973.
Veel van die opnames zijn later gebruikt voor het Starless and bible black album. Het giert aan alle kanten moet ik zeggen. Deze periode is wat mij betreft toch wel de beste. Hoewel, elke KC periode is appels met peren vergelijken natuurlijk
Zal in elk geval veel in mijn cd-speler te vinden zijn. De liner notes van Fripp zijn overigens hilarisch en hij praat zelfs met het publiek op een gegeven moment!
Veel van die opnames zijn later gebruikt voor het Starless and bible black album. Het giert aan alle kanten moet ik zeggen. Deze periode is wat mij betreft toch wel de beste. Hoewel, elke KC periode is appels met peren vergelijken natuurlijk
Zal in elk geval veel in mijn cd-speler te vinden zijn. De liner notes van Fripp zijn overigens hilarisch en hij praat zelfs met het publiek op een gegeven moment!
Hoianghuzhouhiuphoeginglau is goedemorgen, hoor ik Bassie en Adriaan al zingen; nou, ik versta d'r geen kút van!
(Superworm)
(Superworm)
Ian Wallace, drummer tijdens de 'Islands'-periode is gisteren overleden.
In dat Spaanse cafe danste wij ole, Maria Magdalena
Met je ogen zo zwart stal je heel mijn hart, Maria Magdalena
Sinds ik jou heb gekust vind ik nergens rust, Maria Magdalena
Ja, jou alleen wil ik steeds om mij heen, Jou en anders geen
Met je ogen zo zwart stal je heel mijn hart, Maria Magdalena
Sinds ik jou heb gekust vind ik nergens rust, Maria Magdalena
Ja, jou alleen wil ik steeds om mij heen, Jou en anders geen
TheGrandWazoo
Zelfmoord is een optie! Bazbo
Damn...
Zal vanavond die plaat nog eens opzetten.
Zal vanavond die plaat nog eens opzetten.
Hoianghuzhouhiuphoeginglau is goedemorgen, hoor ik Bassie en Adriaan al zingen; nou, ik versta d'r geen kút van!
(Superworm)
(Superworm)
Nog geen half jaar geleden ook al Boz Burrell, dat gaat (te) snel...
In dat Spaanse cafe danste wij ole, Maria Magdalena
Met je ogen zo zwart stal je heel mijn hart, Maria Magdalena
Sinds ik jou heb gekust vind ik nergens rust, Maria Magdalena
Ja, jou alleen wil ik steeds om mij heen, Jou en anders geen
Met je ogen zo zwart stal je heel mijn hart, Maria Magdalena
Sinds ik jou heb gekust vind ik nergens rust, Maria Magdalena
Ja, jou alleen wil ik steeds om mij heen, Jou en anders geen
TheGrandWazoo
Zelfmoord is een optie! Bazbo
Hey, speelde hij ook bij The Warriors? De eerste band van Jon Anderson.
Hoianghuzhouhiuphoeginglau is goedemorgen, hoor ik Bassie en Adriaan al zingen; nou, ik versta d'r geen kút van!
(Superworm)
(Superworm)
Ik heb even het onvolprezen naslagwerk van Sid Smith er bij gepakt en inderdaad, Ian Wallace heeft ook bij de Warriors gespeeld.quote:Op vrijdag 23 februari 2007 10:27 schreef TheGrandWazoo het volgende:
Hey, speelde hij ook bij The Warriors? De eerste band van Jon Anderson.
In dat Spaanse cafe danste wij ole, Maria Magdalena
Met je ogen zo zwart stal je heel mijn hart, Maria Magdalena
Sinds ik jou heb gekust vind ik nergens rust, Maria Magdalena
Ja, jou alleen wil ik steeds om mij heen, Jou en anders geen
Met je ogen zo zwart stal je heel mijn hart, Maria Magdalena
Sinds ik jou heb gekust vind ik nergens rust, Maria Magdalena
Ja, jou alleen wil ik steeds om mij heen, Jou en anders geen
TheGrandWazoo
Zelfmoord is een optie! Bazbo
En wie is Sid Smith?
Hoianghuzhouhiuphoeginglau is goedemorgen, hoor ik Bassie en Adriaan al zingen; nou, ik versta d'r geen kút van!
(Superworm)
(Superworm)
http://www.helterskelterbooks.com/item.asp?id=1573quote:Op vrijdag 23 februari 2007 10:43 schreef TheGrandWazoo het volgende:
En wie is Sid Smith?
In dat Spaanse cafe danste wij ole, Maria Magdalena
Met je ogen zo zwart stal je heel mijn hart, Maria Magdalena
Sinds ik jou heb gekust vind ik nergens rust, Maria Magdalena
Ja, jou alleen wil ik steeds om mij heen, Jou en anders geen
Met je ogen zo zwart stal je heel mijn hart, Maria Magdalena
Sinds ik jou heb gekust vind ik nergens rust, Maria Magdalena
Ja, jou alleen wil ik steeds om mij heen, Jou en anders geen
Hmm volgens mij is het wel schandalig dat ik nog nooit wat van KC heb geluisterd. Ik ga eens even aan Court en Red beginnen
Ik wil niet meer, ik wil niet meer! Ik wil geen handjes geven!
Ik wil niet zeggen elke keer:Jawel mevrouw, jawel meneer......
nee, nooit meer in m'n leven!
Ik wil niet zeggen elke keer:Jawel mevrouw, jawel meneer......
nee, nooit meer in m'n leven!
Niks is schandalig maar het is zeker het proberen waardquote:Op vrijdag 23 februari 2007 13:32 schreef elixer het volgende:
Hmm volgens mij is het wel schandalig dat ik nog nooit wat van KC heb geluisterd. Ik ga eens even aan Court en Red beginnen
In dat Spaanse cafe danste wij ole, Maria Magdalena
Met je ogen zo zwart stal je heel mijn hart, Maria Magdalena
Sinds ik jou heb gekust vind ik nergens rust, Maria Magdalena
Ja, jou alleen wil ik steeds om mij heen, Jou en anders geen
Met je ogen zo zwart stal je heel mijn hart, Maria Magdalena
Sinds ik jou heb gekust vind ik nergens rust, Maria Magdalena
Ja, jou alleen wil ik steeds om mij heen, Jou en anders geen
Heb hem een paar jaar geleden nog zien drummen bij de 21st Century Schizoid Band. Kaler, grijzer en dikker, maar hij kon nog best een potje drummen.
In dat Spaanse cafe danste wij ole, Maria Magdalena
Met je ogen zo zwart stal je heel mijn hart, Maria Magdalena
Sinds ik jou heb gekust vind ik nergens rust, Maria Magdalena
Ja, jou alleen wil ik steeds om mij heen, Jou en anders geen
Met je ogen zo zwart stal je heel mijn hart, Maria Magdalena
Sinds ik jou heb gekust vind ik nergens rust, Maria Magdalena
Ja, jou alleen wil ik steeds om mij heen, Jou en anders geen
Deze passage uit Robert Fripp's online-dagboek (van 10 april j.l.) wil ik de liefhebbers niet onthouden:
A request to sample a Crim classic is declined – a terrible dance mix of Schizoid, essentially the vocal section dumped over an appallingly unimaginative hammer-handed drum box. Awful. No amount of licensing income can compensate for an act as sacrilegious as this. In principle, I support the work of others. So, this goes to intent. What is the intent here? Rapping over KC is fine with me, if I fell the rapper is doing this because they must; dance-tracking KC is fine with me, if I feel that whipcords can do nothing other than snap to Crim. That is, without being too precious, the work has an intrinsic necessity; and if it’s commerce, then it has to be clean commerce. This morning’s sample is crap.
A request to sample a Crim classic is declined – a terrible dance mix of Schizoid, essentially the vocal section dumped over an appallingly unimaginative hammer-handed drum box. Awful. No amount of licensing income can compensate for an act as sacrilegious as this. In principle, I support the work of others. So, this goes to intent. What is the intent here? Rapping over KC is fine with me, if I fell the rapper is doing this because they must; dance-tracking KC is fine with me, if I feel that whipcords can do nothing other than snap to Crim. That is, without being too precious, the work has an intrinsic necessity; and if it’s commerce, then it has to be clean commerce. This morning’s sample is crap.
In dat Spaanse cafe danste wij ole, Maria Magdalena
Met je ogen zo zwart stal je heel mijn hart, Maria Magdalena
Sinds ik jou heb gekust vind ik nergens rust, Maria Magdalena
Ja, jou alleen wil ik steeds om mij heen, Jou en anders geen
Met je ogen zo zwart stal je heel mijn hart, Maria Magdalena
Sinds ik jou heb gekust vind ik nergens rust, Maria Magdalena
Ja, jou alleen wil ik steeds om mij heen, Jou en anders geen
Whehe, net goed!quote:Op woensdag 18 april 2007 17:53 schreef MuadDib het volgende:
Deze passage uit Robert Fripp's online-dagboek (van 10 april j.l.) wil ik de liefhebbers niet onthouden:
A request to sample a Crim classic is declined – a terrible dance mix of Schizoid, essentially the vocal section dumped over an appallingly unimaginative hammer-handed drum box. Awful. No amount of licensing income can compensate for an act as sacrilegious as this. In principle, I support the work of others. So, this goes to intent. What is the intent here? Rapping over KC is fine with me, if I fell the rapper is doing this because they must; dance-tracking KC is fine with me, if I feel that whipcords can do nothing other than snap to Crim. That is, without being too precious, the work has an intrinsic necessity; and if it’s commerce, then it has to be clean commerce. This morning’s sample is crap.
feest
LOL, ik zie 't al helemaal voor me hoe Fripp die remix-track beluistert, zich helemaal opvreet van binnen, zijn agent belt en op uiterst beheerste toon zegt: "No, thank you."
Geplukt van Adrian Belew's weblog: Het verhaal achter het ontstaan van, het overigens meer dan fantastische, Thela Hun Ginjeet
en tegelijk een ordinaire kick om het KC-topic een beetje hoog te houden.
if you were to go on an international plane flight
and if you were to take along the scrabble tiles
A E E E G H H I J L N N T T and U
and if you were to scramble them into
as many phrases as you could come up with
and if you wrote each phrase down on your little notepad,
eventually you have one called thela hun ginjeet.
that's exactly how I arrived at that title on a flight to london.
the song was originally titled "heat in the jungle"
but robert correctly suggested a better title was needed,
something in keeping with the manic-africanesque
nature of the song, but less obvious.
so I used the same letters as "heat in the jungle"
to make anagrams on the plane.
the one I liked was thela hun ginjeet.
but what does it mean?
who cares, it sounds good and sings even better.
and if I had a dollar for each time I've explained it,
I'd be writing this from a sundeck in maui.
The True Story of Thela Hun Ginjeet.
the notting hill gate area of london at first glance seems like most semi-residential british neighborhoods with an occasional store or pub among crowded rows of little huts the english call "houses". only if you ventured down a side street might you detect the seedy underbelly where race riots had occurred in recent years and policeman had been killed.
a naive american guitarist would likely have no knowledge of such events.
in 1981 king crimson was in a studio in notting hill gate
recording our "honeymoon" record (i.e. our first) to be called discipline.
mulling over the shooting of john lennon the previous year
I was hoping to draw a disturbing lyrical picture of someone
who had been molested by someone with a gun
now being interviewed and questioned about it.
hence the working title "heat in the jungle".
all I had written to that point were phrases a person might say:
"he held a gun against me...this is a dangerous place", that kind of thing.
robert had a good suggestion,
"ade, why don't you take your walkman tape recorder and walk around on the streets saying your phrases into it. that way you'll pick up background noises and it will sound more like a real interview."
it was a nice sunny day so I set out walking through the neighborhood
practicing various ways of saying my phrases into the walkman recorder.
"he held a gun against me"...a car drove past.
oh, that'll sound nice in the background.
"this IS a dangerous place"...good, good, a dog was barking that time.
maybe I'll just go down this side street, it sounds a bit more noisy.
as I sauntered down a side street still speaking into my recorder
I noticed across the way a few ornery-looking rastafarians.
they were eyeing me.
they slowly crossed to my side of the street.
I rewound my tape recorder a bit to see how it was sounding.
suddenly I was surrounded by five or six rastas.
they were very agitated.
"what's that!? what you got dair?" looking at my walkman.
"nothing it's just a..."
"give it here!", the ringleader scowled
and he wrestled my tape recorder from me.
he turned it on and it said, "he had a gun...this is a dangerous place!"
it was like pouring kerosene on a ant hill.
"what gun?!! where do you see a gun? we don't have no gun!!"
now they were really worked up,
all shouting in that strange dialect.
under my hawaiian shirt I was wearing a talking heads tour t-shirt.
I showed them the shirt and said, "look I'm in this band, we're making a record..."
"you a policeman!" he shouted. "what gun?...you a policeman!!"
boy, they were mad now.
I really thought my life was in danger, my heart was racing.
they kept shouting incongruous things in my face.
then it was like a switch turned off.
they just let me go. backed away.
I don't know why, but they crossed over to their side of the street*.
so I started walking back towards the studio shaking like a leaf.
as I rounded the corner two policemen pulled up beside me
in a small white toy the english call a "car",
they asked me to stop.
they got out and began to question me.
what was I doing? where was I from? did I live around here?
they asked for my tape recorder and began taking it apart!
amazingly, they were looking for drugs.
they thought I was a drug dealer.
why else would a white boy with short hair be lurking in such a nasty place?
at last I made it back to the studio, my nerves shot,
I could barely make a sentence, I was so shaken up.
as I told everyone in the studio what had just happened to me,
robert secretly signaled the engineer to record what I was saying.
those bits of my mangled explanation
are what you hear on the record.
and thus a fictitious song about being molested
turned into a real live being molested.
* turns out the mean rastafarians were running an illegal gambling place
and when they saw me talking covertly into a tape recorder...
en tegelijk een ordinaire kick om het KC-topic een beetje hoog te houden.
if you were to go on an international plane flight
and if you were to take along the scrabble tiles
A E E E G H H I J L N N T T and U
and if you were to scramble them into
as many phrases as you could come up with
and if you wrote each phrase down on your little notepad,
eventually you have one called thela hun ginjeet.
that's exactly how I arrived at that title on a flight to london.
the song was originally titled "heat in the jungle"
but robert correctly suggested a better title was needed,
something in keeping with the manic-africanesque
nature of the song, but less obvious.
so I used the same letters as "heat in the jungle"
to make anagrams on the plane.
the one I liked was thela hun ginjeet.
but what does it mean?
who cares, it sounds good and sings even better.
and if I had a dollar for each time I've explained it,
I'd be writing this from a sundeck in maui.
The True Story of Thela Hun Ginjeet.
the notting hill gate area of london at first glance seems like most semi-residential british neighborhoods with an occasional store or pub among crowded rows of little huts the english call "houses". only if you ventured down a side street might you detect the seedy underbelly where race riots had occurred in recent years and policeman had been killed.
a naive american guitarist would likely have no knowledge of such events.
in 1981 king crimson was in a studio in notting hill gate
recording our "honeymoon" record (i.e. our first) to be called discipline.
mulling over the shooting of john lennon the previous year
I was hoping to draw a disturbing lyrical picture of someone
who had been molested by someone with a gun
now being interviewed and questioned about it.
hence the working title "heat in the jungle".
all I had written to that point were phrases a person might say:
"he held a gun against me...this is a dangerous place", that kind of thing.
robert had a good suggestion,
"ade, why don't you take your walkman tape recorder and walk around on the streets saying your phrases into it. that way you'll pick up background noises and it will sound more like a real interview."
it was a nice sunny day so I set out walking through the neighborhood
practicing various ways of saying my phrases into the walkman recorder.
"he held a gun against me"...a car drove past.
oh, that'll sound nice in the background.
"this IS a dangerous place"...good, good, a dog was barking that time.
maybe I'll just go down this side street, it sounds a bit more noisy.
as I sauntered down a side street still speaking into my recorder
I noticed across the way a few ornery-looking rastafarians.
they were eyeing me.
they slowly crossed to my side of the street.
I rewound my tape recorder a bit to see how it was sounding.
suddenly I was surrounded by five or six rastas.
they were very agitated.
"what's that!? what you got dair?" looking at my walkman.
"nothing it's just a..."
"give it here!", the ringleader scowled
and he wrestled my tape recorder from me.
he turned it on and it said, "he had a gun...this is a dangerous place!"
it was like pouring kerosene on a ant hill.
"what gun?!! where do you see a gun? we don't have no gun!!"
now they were really worked up,
all shouting in that strange dialect.
under my hawaiian shirt I was wearing a talking heads tour t-shirt.
I showed them the shirt and said, "look I'm in this band, we're making a record..."
"you a policeman!" he shouted. "what gun?...you a policeman!!"
boy, they were mad now.
I really thought my life was in danger, my heart was racing.
they kept shouting incongruous things in my face.
then it was like a switch turned off.
they just let me go. backed away.
I don't know why, but they crossed over to their side of the street*.
so I started walking back towards the studio shaking like a leaf.
as I rounded the corner two policemen pulled up beside me
in a small white toy the english call a "car",
they asked me to stop.
they got out and began to question me.
what was I doing? where was I from? did I live around here?
they asked for my tape recorder and began taking it apart!
amazingly, they were looking for drugs.
they thought I was a drug dealer.
why else would a white boy with short hair be lurking in such a nasty place?
at last I made it back to the studio, my nerves shot,
I could barely make a sentence, I was so shaken up.
as I told everyone in the studio what had just happened to me,
robert secretly signaled the engineer to record what I was saying.
those bits of my mangled explanation
are what you hear on the record.
and thus a fictitious song about being molested
turned into a real live being molested.
* turns out the mean rastafarians were running an illegal gambling place
and when they saw me talking covertly into a tape recorder...
In dat Spaanse cafe danste wij ole, Maria Magdalena
Met je ogen zo zwart stal je heel mijn hart, Maria Magdalena
Sinds ik jou heb gekust vind ik nergens rust, Maria Magdalena
Ja, jou alleen wil ik steeds om mij heen, Jou en anders geen
Met je ogen zo zwart stal je heel mijn hart, Maria Magdalena
Sinds ik jou heb gekust vind ik nergens rust, Maria Magdalena
Ja, jou alleen wil ik steeds om mij heen, Jou en anders geen
In dat Spaanse cafe danste wij ole, Maria Magdalena
Met je ogen zo zwart stal je heel mijn hart, Maria Magdalena
Sinds ik jou heb gekust vind ik nergens rust, Maria Magdalena
Ja, jou alleen wil ik steeds om mij heen, Jou en anders geen
Met je ogen zo zwart stal je heel mijn hart, Maria Magdalena
Sinds ik jou heb gekust vind ik nergens rust, Maria Magdalena
Ja, jou alleen wil ik steeds om mij heen, Jou en anders geen
Dit topic heeft er 6 jaar over gedaan om vol te raken.
In dat Spaanse cafe danste wij ole, Maria Magdalena
Met je ogen zo zwart stal je heel mijn hart, Maria Magdalena
Sinds ik jou heb gekust vind ik nergens rust, Maria Magdalena
Ja, jou alleen wil ik steeds om mij heen, Jou en anders geen
Met je ogen zo zwart stal je heel mijn hart, Maria Magdalena
Sinds ik jou heb gekust vind ik nergens rust, Maria Magdalena
Ja, jou alleen wil ik steeds om mij heen, Jou en anders geen
