"I am an idealistic, naive, passionate, truth-seeking, spiritually motivated artist, unschooled in the science of law and finance." --Wesley Snipes

Saturday, April 29, 2006

Another Rock Response

This one from Hannah Tracy:

Okay, Robinson. Here it is.

"Under Pressure" by David Bowie and Queen.

If David Bowie and Freddie Mercury had a love child, it would sound like this when it cried. Or maybe when it laughed. This song is so sweet that Vanilla Ice stole its opening lick and then tried to pretend he didn't. Its lyrics contain many musical non-words, which make it perfect for a drunken sing-along. You can pretty much sing gibberish and sound like you know the words. Musically, it's a metaphor for sex--it builds, takes a little rest, builds some more, and finally hits a climax of overlayed instruments and lyrics. It ends quietly with fade-out snapping. But mainly it's just a fantastic song that makes you want to drink, dance, and fuck, which is what rock songs are supposed to do.

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