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
Gewoon mee laten tikken, brainwashen kan niet vroeg genoeg beginnenquote:Op donderdag 29 december 2005 13:04 schreef Diaan73 het volgende:
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inderdaad.... maar ik zit nu alleen hier en heb dus "alle" tijd, het werk krijg ik deze week toch niet meer af, dat laat ik (deels) lekker liggen tot volgende week... en wat moest, heb ik gedaan...
Vanavond kan ik wel gewoon meeposten morgen minder denk ik, mn zoon zal het wel niet zo leuk vinden als ik steeds achter pc zit .
inderdaad.... maar ik zit nu alleen hier en heb dus "alle" tijd, het werk krijg ik deze week toch niet meer af, dat laat ik (deels) lekker liggen tot volgende week... en wat moest, heb ik gedaan...
morgen minder denk ik, mn zoon zal het wel niet zo leuk vinden als ik steeds achter pc zit 
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'It's like what Lenin said... you look for the person who will benefit, and, uh, uh... '
"Please don't argue with me. My brain's only just about capable of stopping me farting in front of you."
"Please don't argue with me. My brain's only just about capable of stopping me farting in front of you."
Gaaf, geweldig zeg.... heb er geen woorden voor. Ben alleen maar jaloerser geworden ik was toen nog zeker veel te jong.....quote:Op donderdag 29 december 2005 13:02 schreef milagro het volgende:
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Bobje was fantastisch natuurlijk, de hele zaal vergeven van de 'brothers' en "sistahs'" en de marihuana , stoned tegen wil en dank dus.
Steel Pulse was het voorprogramma, ook erg goed.
En dan te bedenken dat we, ik en mijn vriendin, er gratis binnengekomen zijn
fantastisch 
ik was toen nog zeker veel te jong.....Steel Pulse was onlangs nog in NL
Make love, not war ☮
maar vooral mee laten luisteren naar de Top 2000quote:Op donderdag 29 december 2005 13:05 schreef Disciple_of_Guinness het volgende:
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Gewoon mee laten tikken, brainwashen kan niet vroeg genoeg beginnen
Ik zet voor hem gewoon een mooi dvdtje op en hij "leest" hij is ruim 3 af en toe mee met mijquote:Op donderdag 29 december 2005 13:05 schreef Disciple_of_Guinness het volgende:
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Gewoon mee laten tikken, brainwashen kan niet vroeg genoeg beginnen
en hij "leest" hij is ruim 3 af en toe mee met mij
Make love, not war ☮
moeten we wel op ons taalgebruik letten dusquote:Op donderdag 29 december 2005 13:08 schreef Diaan73 het volgende:
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Ik zet voor hem gewoon een mooi dvdtje op en hij "leest" hij is ruim 3 af en toe mee met mij
The the, doet me denken aan schoolweek naar Berlijn
30 bandjes mee, en iedereen die me voor gek verklaarde dat ik naar die muziek luisterde
30 bandjes mee, en iedereen die me voor gek verklaarde dat ik naar die muziek luisterde
'It's like what Lenin said... you look for the person who will benefit, and, uh, uh... '
"Please don't argue with me. My brain's only just about capable of stopping me farting in front of you."
"Please don't argue with me. My brain's only just about capable of stopping me farting in front of you."
Tja hij heeft gisteren 40 minuten meegekeken naar a gogo, maar toen moest dat toch wijken voor een dvd van Brumquote:Op donderdag 29 december 2005 13:07 schreef MrBadGuy het volgende:
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maar vooral mee laten luisteren naar de Top 2000
Bij nader inzien... hij moet maar in bed dvd gaan kijken, met radio aan kan hij niet horen..
Make love, not war ☮
Gelukkig is mijn dochter die leeftijd voorbij dat ze perse tv moet kijken , niet dat ik er echt baat bij heb, maar tochquote:Op donderdag 29 december 2005 13:09 schreef Diaan73 het volgende:
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Tja hij heeft gisteren 40 minuten meegekeken naar a gogo, maar toen moest dat toch wijken voor een dvd van Brum
Bij nader inzien... hij moet maar in bed dvd gaan kijken, met radio aan kan hij niet horen..
'It's like what Lenin said... you look for the person who will benefit, and, uh, uh... '
"Please don't argue with me. My brain's only just about capable of stopping me farting in front of you."
"Please don't argue with me. My brain's only just about capable of stopping me farting in front of you."
No problem.....quote:Op donderdag 29 december 2005 13:09 schreef MrBadGuy het volgende:
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moeten we wel op ons taalgebruik letten dus
Make love, not war ☮
Als een handreiking naar Golfer toe, hier wat achtergrond info over The The voor de jongere jonkies
quote:Matt Johnson was born in London's East End in 1961. He's been in bands since he was 11 years old. At age 17, fueled by a musical collection that included John Lennon, Syd Barrett, Tim Buckley, T-Rex and the great post-punk industrialists Cabaret Voltaire, Throbbing Gristle, The Residents and Thomas Leer, he formed The The by placing a "musicians wanted" ad in England's New Musical Express. From the release of their first singles -- on 4AD and Some Bizzare -- Johnson's passionate intelligence coupled with an accessible experimentalism marked out The The as something special.
Although noted for his absence as much as his presence -- entire careers come and go during his lengthy rest periods -- Matt Johnson and The The are still thriving after twenty years, periodically refreshed by a judicious change of personnel. The current line up is comprised of guitarist Eric Schermerhorn (ex-Iggy Pop), drummer Earl Harvin (ex- MC900 Foot Jesus), and bassist Spencer Campbell (ex- Kenny Rogers). If that sounds like a truly eccentric mix of musicians, then it all makes sense upon listening to NakedSelf.
While Johnson admits to living a reclusive lifestyle when not promoting his albums, he acknowledges that moving to New York's Chinatown several years ago helped galvanize and inspire him. "I think being a foreigner swells the senses and makes you feel more alive and receptive," he notes. "I'd lost my way in England."
As a result, NakedSelf is a beautiful, vital work untouched by fads or fake emotion. It also tips more than a knowing nod towards territory previously explored on 1981's Burning Blue Soul album. NakedSelf may have taken him nearly four years to produce -- "my life and mental state went through kaleidoscopic changes" he says -- but these tracks sound fresh and raw.
"A lot of work went behind that stripping down," he confesses. "In music today, the possibilities are endless and it's easy to get swept away in a tidal wave of technology and lose sight of what you really want to express. I wanted a thick, fluid, slightly discordant sound laced with strong melodies and harmonies. It was crucial to start out with strict parameters -- for instance no keyboards, samplers, sequencers or even harmonicas! We were also lucky enough to rent and borrow a lot of old Chinese tube equipment that came from a disused radio station in Shanghai. It sounded incredible."
While the door is firmly closed on some chapters of The The's long history, one thing remains constant: Johnson's lyrics still bite. Having written one of the finest anti-war songs of all time "Sweet Bird of Truth," he remains passionately concerned with what he sees as the pervading westernization of the world. "It's a wonderful, terrible time at the moment. There's so much going on in the world, with genetically modified food, and animals and human cloning, and global corporatization -- and with all of this the blurring of ethical lines. Personally, I think free market economics have caused as much devastation in the world as bombing raids from B52s. We're in for a fascinating new century"
The gentler side of Matt Johnson that has always been so spot-on with observations on relationships is also still very much in evidence. Listen to "WeatherBelle" and catch the sideways nod to "Out of the Blue'" or "DecemberSunlight," which explores the bittersweet side of emotional nostalgia. They are achingly beautiful and timeless songs in the vein of "Kingdom of Rain" and "August and September," proving that he hasn't lost his touch. In a world where the three minute inconsequential pop song is king, it's comforting to know that there is still a place for a classic talent which will be discovered and enjoyed by successive generations of music lovers.
As for the immediate future, there is a "stripped to the bones" tour planned in small venues with the musicians who played on the album - "the most powerful group I've ever had," notes Matt. There are also plans percolating to follow-up Hanky Panky with an album of Robert Johnson songs. Beyond that? "I guess I see myself first as a songwriter, then a producer, then a singer, then a guitarist and lastly, as a performer. I think I'm finally learning how to live in the moment and not put too much pressure on myself. Experience has taught me that we never know what's lying in wait just around the next corner."
'It's like what Lenin said... you look for the person who will benefit, and, uh, uh... '
"Please don't argue with me. My brain's only just about capable of stopping me farting in front of you."
"Please don't argue with me. My brain's only just about capable of stopping me farting in front of you."
Het is soms wel lastig hoor... hij wil altijd even tv kijken (en tot rust komen) voordat hij naar bed gaat, maar ja gaat wel weer over denk ik.quote:Op donderdag 29 december 2005 13:11 schreef Disciple_of_Guinness het volgende:
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Gelukkig is mijn dochter die leeftijd voorbij dat ze perse tv moet kijken , niet dat ik er echt baat bij heb, maar toch
hoezo heb je er geen baat bij? oeps geheel offtopic natuurlijk
Make love, not war ☮
740 Albert Hammond I don't wanna die in an air disaster
The engines spit out fire, I'm pushed back in my chair
The pressure gives me thrills as we climb in the air
And I love to watch the clouds and the mountains and the sky
Swish around a cocktail the stewardess brings by
Lord, this is the life for me
Lord, oh Lord, this is the life for me
But I don't wanna die in an air desaster
I don't wanna die on a plane
Well, I fishtail through the lanes, and I make my tires squeal
Power at my feet and glory at the wheel
And I wind the windows down, let the wind blow through my hair
God knows where I'm going, but me, I don't care
Lord, this is the life for me
Lord, oh Lord, this is the life for me
But I don't wanna die in a freeway pile-up
I don't wanna die on the road
Well, I'm young and I'm pretty, and I wanna stay that way
Wanna be desirable 'til my dying day
I don't wanna be bedridden, an old and bitter sage
Have the nurses saying I'm young for my age
('He's young for his age.')
Oh Lord, don't let me go that way
Lord, oh Lord, don't let me go that way
No, don't make me go like a fading chorus
Don't make me fade like a song
Lord, have mercy on your son
Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord, have mercy on me
'cause I don't wanna die in an air desaster
And I don't wanna die in a freeway pile-up
And I don't wanna go like a fading chorus
And I don't wanna die for no good reason
And I just wanna go on and on
The engines spit out fire, I'm pushed back in my chair
The pressure gives me thrills as we climb in the air
And I love to watch the clouds and the mountains and the sky
Swish around a cocktail the stewardess brings by
Lord, this is the life for me
Lord, oh Lord, this is the life for me
But I don't wanna die in an air desaster
I don't wanna die on a plane
Well, I fishtail through the lanes, and I make my tires squeal
Power at my feet and glory at the wheel
And I wind the windows down, let the wind blow through my hair
God knows where I'm going, but me, I don't care
Lord, this is the life for me
Lord, oh Lord, this is the life for me
But I don't wanna die in a freeway pile-up
I don't wanna die on the road
Well, I'm young and I'm pretty, and I wanna stay that way
Wanna be desirable 'til my dying day
I don't wanna be bedridden, an old and bitter sage
Have the nurses saying I'm young for my age
('He's young for his age.')
Oh Lord, don't let me go that way
Lord, oh Lord, don't let me go that way
No, don't make me go like a fading chorus
Don't make me fade like a song
Lord, have mercy on your son
Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord, have mercy on me
'cause I don't wanna die in an air desaster
And I don't wanna die in a freeway pile-up
And I don't wanna go like a fading chorus
And I don't wanna die for no good reason
And I just wanna go on and on
owwww wat schattig...ik ben benieuwd wat het met hem geworden isquote:Op donderdag 29 december 2005 13:18 schreef Terreros85 het volgende:
strax dit schattige kereltje
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Zij woont bij haar moeder in Noorwegen en ik hier in Rotterdam, dus ik zie haar maar een paar weken per jaarquote:Op donderdag 29 december 2005 13:19 schreef Diaan73 het volgende:
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Het is soms wel lastig hoor... hij wil altijd even tv kijken (en tot rust komen) voordat hij naar bed gaat, maar ja gaat wel weer over denk ik.
hoezo heb je er geen baat bij? oeps geheel offtopic natuurlijk
'It's like what Lenin said... you look for the person who will benefit, and, uh, uh... '
"Please don't argue with me. My brain's only just about capable of stopping me farting in front of you."
"Please don't argue with me. My brain's only just about capable of stopping me farting in front of you."
haiquote:Op donderdag 29 december 2005 13:20 schreef I_doubt het volgende:
Even meezingen en hallo allemaal
De zwemmer zwemt, hij zwemt in zee
Welkom terugquote:Op donderdag 29 december 2005 13:20 schreef I_doubt het volgende:
Even meezingen en hallo allemaal
'It's like what Lenin said... you look for the person who will benefit, and, uh, uh... '
"Please don't argue with me. My brain's only just about capable of stopping me farting in front of you."
"Please don't argue with me. My brain's only just about capable of stopping me farting in front of you."
739 Electric Light Orchestra Can't get it out of my head
Midnight on the water.
I saw the ocean’s daughter.
Walking on a wave’s chicane,
Staring as she called my name.
And I can’t get it out of my head,
No, I can’t get it out of my head.
Now my old world is gone for dead
’cos I can’t get it out of my head.
Breakdown on the shoreline,
Can’t move, it’s an ebbtide.
Morning don’t get here till night,
Searching for her silver light.
And I can’t get it out of my head,
No, I can’t get it out of my head.
Now my old world is gone for dead
’cos I can’t get it out of my head, no no.
Bank job in the city.
Robin hood and william tell and ivanhoe and lancelot, they don’t envy me.
Sitting till the sun goes down,
In dreams the world keep going round and round.
And I can’t get it out of my head,
No, I can’t get it out of my head.
Now my old world is gone for dead
’cos I can’t get it out of my head, no no.
No, I can’t get it out of my head,
No, I can’t get it out of my head.
Now my old world is gone for dead
’cos I can’t get it out of my head, no no no no
Midnight on the water.
I saw the ocean’s daughter.
Walking on a wave’s chicane,
Staring as she called my name.
And I can’t get it out of my head,
No, I can’t get it out of my head.
Now my old world is gone for dead
’cos I can’t get it out of my head.
Breakdown on the shoreline,
Can’t move, it’s an ebbtide.
Morning don’t get here till night,
Searching for her silver light.
And I can’t get it out of my head,
No, I can’t get it out of my head.
Now my old world is gone for dead
’cos I can’t get it out of my head, no no.
Bank job in the city.
Robin hood and william tell and ivanhoe and lancelot, they don’t envy me.
Sitting till the sun goes down,
In dreams the world keep going round and round.
And I can’t get it out of my head,
No, I can’t get it out of my head.
Now my old world is gone for dead
’cos I can’t get it out of my head, no no.
No, I can’t get it out of my head,
No, I can’t get it out of my head.
Now my old world is gone for dead
’cos I can’t get it out of my head, no no no no
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IK moest even de wereld verbeteren.
Mijn bijdrage zit er voor vandaag weer op.
Nu weer relaxen met ELO
738 Gino Vannelli People gotta move
People come on and do it right
Shake your behinds like dynamite
Chuck alll your worries and toss your thighs
To be tame is a pain when you realize
You gotta move...
People gotta move...
Shake all your brains and pump your heart
Show all the world what you are
You come on for right, you come on for wrong, you come on for zeal
'Cause the tones of your bones makes you feel
You gotta groove ....
People gotta move.....
People come on and do it right
Shake your behinds like dynamite
Chuck alll your worries and toss your thighs
To be tame is a pain when you realize
You gotta move...
People gotta move...
Shake all your brains and pump your heart
Show all the world what you are
You come on for right, you come on for wrong, you come on for zeal
'Cause the tones of your bones makes you feel
You gotta groove ....
People gotta move.....
Di-rectquote:Op donderdag 29 december 2005 13:29 schreef Modus het volgende:
Ik vind de versie van Di-rect een stuk beter. .
Ow dat lijkt me erg vervelend. Ik ken het gevoel een beetje mn zoon is de ene week bij zn vader en de andere week bij mij... maar een paar weken per jaar je kind zien, is wel heel weinig...quote:Op donderdag 29 december 2005 13:21 schreef Disciple_of_Guinness het volgende:
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Zij woont bij haar moeder in Noorwegen en ik hier in Rotterdam, dus ik zie haar maar een paar weken per jaar
Ik was vroeger grote fan van Michael Jackson... uren voor de tv gehangen en naar documentaires gekeken, en vooral liedje Ben...
Make love, not war ☮
Je mag je vergissen, want vergissen is menselijkquote:Op donderdag 29 december 2005 13:29 schreef Modus het volgende:
Ik vind de versie van Di-rect een stuk beter. .
737 Michael Jackson Ben
Ben, the two of us need look no more
We both found what we were looking for
With a friend to call my own
I'll never be alone
And you, my friend, will see
You've got a friend in me
(you've got a friend in me)
Ben, you're always running here and there
You feel you're not wanted anywhere
If you ever look behind
And don't like what you find
There's one thing you should know
You've got a place to go
(you've got a place to go)
I used to say "I" and "me"
Now it's "us", now it's "we"
I used to say "I" and "me"
Now it's "us", now it's "we"
Ben, most people would turn you away
I don't listen to a word they say
They don't see you as I do
I wish they would try to
I'm sure they'd think again
If they had a friend like Ben
(a friend) Like Ben
(like Ben) Like Ben
Ben, the two of us need look no more
We both found what we were looking for
With a friend to call my own
I'll never be alone
And you, my friend, will see
You've got a friend in me
(you've got a friend in me)
Ben, you're always running here and there
You feel you're not wanted anywhere
If you ever look behind
And don't like what you find
There's one thing you should know
You've got a place to go
(you've got a place to go)
I used to say "I" and "me"
Now it's "us", now it's "we"
I used to say "I" and "me"
Now it's "us", now it's "we"
Ben, most people would turn you away
I don't listen to a word they say
They don't see you as I do
I wish they would try to
I'm sure they'd think again
If they had a friend like Ben
(a friend) Like Ben
(like Ben) Like Ben
Uit de tijd dat het nog niet er toe deed bij hemzelf of ie nou zwart of wit was..
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Doet me denken aan de miniplaybackshow op rtl4. Mocht ik opblijven en dan deden kinderen oa dit nummer
De zwemmer zwemt, hij zwemt in zee
quote:Op donderdag 29 december 2005 13:33 schreef Paltos het volgende:
Wat is er nu op?
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736 Roberta Flack The first time ever I saw your face
The first time ever I saw your face
I thought the sun rose in your eyes
And the moon and the stars were the gifts you gave
To the dark and the end of the skies
The first time ever I kissed your mouth
I felt the earth move in my hand
Like the trembling heart of a captive bird
That was there at my command...my love
The first time ever I lay with you
And felt your heart so close to mine
And I knew our joy would fill the earth
And last 'til the end of time...my love
The first time ever I saw your face
Your face, your face, your face
The first time ever I saw your face
I thought the sun rose in your eyes
And the moon and the stars were the gifts you gave
To the dark and the end of the skies
The first time ever I kissed your mouth
I felt the earth move in my hand
Like the trembling heart of a captive bird
That was there at my command...my love
The first time ever I lay with you
And felt your heart so close to mine
And I knew our joy would fill the earth
And last 'til the end of time...my love
The first time ever I saw your face
Your face, your face, your face
Roberta Flack
'It's like what Lenin said... you look for the person who will benefit, and, uh, uh... '
"Please don't argue with me. My brain's only just about capable of stopping me farting in front of you."
"Please don't argue with me. My brain's only just about capable of stopping me farting in front of you."
Zijn vriendschap met een rat (dier), dat Ben heettequote:Op donderdag 29 december 2005 13:34 schreef MrBadGuy het volgende:
noemde hij Michael Jackson een rat
Tis idd eerder een pot duo penottiquote:Op donderdag 29 december 2005 13:34 schreef MrBadGuy het volgende:
noemde hij Michael Jackson een rat
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owwww...quote:Op donderdag 29 december 2005 13:35 schreef I_doubt het volgende:
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Zijn vriendschap met een rat (dier), dat Ben heette
Na Janis maar even ontbijt maken
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typisch avondnummer. Overdag is er weinig aanquote:Op donderdag 29 december 2005 13:36 schreef I_doubt het volgende:
Avond muziek waarbij je in elkaars armen ligt, schuifelend over de dansvloer
De zwemmer zwemt, hij zwemt in zee
