There’s something in the slide guitar part that is still a bad trigger for me – it haunts me to this day. I distinctly recall my first experience of hallucinogens, and this Neil Young song playing. I’m often told our music has hallucinogenic properties, even though I don’t like LSD much. I don’t think many girls are going to be dancing to it if you put it on at your house. It’s dense, cleverly written, sometimes atonal and shronky, and I still don’t know what some of the sounds are. Oddly, I don’t think the music is used very well in the movie. Jerry Goldsmith – Planet Of The Apes (1968)Ī landmark recording, and one that influenced the soundtrack to Christmas On Mars. I saw Amy sing at some festivals over the last few years and thought, ‘Wow, this is powerful.’ When listing new music I liked, I’d mention her, and people would be like, “You like that?” And I was like, “Sorry, she’s not cool then?” But I was utterly blown away by her performances. So no musical pleasures are guilty to me. When you’re young, you listen to certain music because it’s cool. “Happy Birthday To You”, that’s a killer. I think about songs I’d like to have written all the time, and they’re usually very simple and functional. It sounds so simple, but it’s devastatingly effective it’s moving as hell.
The chord changes go around in an endless cycle. This is basically a piano vamp with Cocker singing the same line, “You are so beautiful to me”, over and over, with hardly any other words. Every time I solve one mystery about the album, 10 other mysteries pop It’s not like pop music where you know every millisecond of it, it’s sprawling, freaky stuff. Whenever I want to hear music that’s just a strange cacophony of sometimes melodic stuff, sometimes abstract stuff, I just have to listen to that. I’m obsessed with Miles from In A Silent Way up to about 1975. It was entirely relaxed, no pressure, no desire for immortality. Now we’re all sick of it, ha! We recorded every song in a weekend. That was until we re-recorded it last year. It’s a group effort, with lots of Gilmour vocals. I veer between loving the Syd stuff and then going for the Roger Waters-driven era. You never know which spot in your mind is going to be illuminated. Suddenly, it’s 1970, I’m in fourth grade, in love with my childhood crush. It’s sloppy, slightly out-of-time, and with bad handclaps instead of a drumkit… but, I don’t hear it often enough, and when I do it’s like a time machine.
A strange arrangement, with spooky harmonies.
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