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Monday, August 17th, 2009
The titles meme thingie
Monday, August 17th, 2009 04:29 pmSaw this bumping around, thought I'd give it a shot:
Pick your Show: Star Trek, TOS
Are you a male or female?: Elaan of Troyius
Describe yourself: Wolf in the Fold
How do you feel: Turnabout Intruder
Describe where you currently live: The Cage
If you could go anywhere where would you go?: Shore Leave
Your favorite form of transportation: Wink of an Eye
Your best friend is: All Our Yesterdays
What’s the weather like: The Paradise Syndrome
Favorite time of day: The Naked Time
If your life was a TV show, it would be called: Tomorrow Is Yesterday
What is life to you: For the World Is Hollow and I Have Touched the Sky
Your fear: Spectre of the Gun
What is the best advice you have to give: Let That Be Your Last Battlefield
Thought for the Day: Is There in Truth No Beauty?
How I would like to die: This Side of Paradise
My soul’s present condition: Mirror, Mirror
My motto: Who Mourns for Adonais?
Pick your Show: Star Trek, TOS
Are you a male or female?: Elaan of Troyius
Describe yourself: Wolf in the Fold
How do you feel: Turnabout Intruder
Describe where you currently live: The Cage
If you could go anywhere where would you go?: Shore Leave
Your favorite form of transportation: Wink of an Eye
Your best friend is: All Our Yesterdays
What’s the weather like: The Paradise Syndrome
Favorite time of day: The Naked Time
If your life was a TV show, it would be called: Tomorrow Is Yesterday
What is life to you: For the World Is Hollow and I Have Touched the Sky
Your fear: Spectre of the Gun
What is the best advice you have to give: Let That Be Your Last Battlefield
Thought for the Day: Is There in Truth No Beauty?
How I would like to die: This Side of Paradise
My soul’s present condition: Mirror, Mirror
My motto: Who Mourns for Adonais?
Midnight Media Cafe - Low Rider
Monday, August 17th, 2009 10:03 pm.
Another stroll down Memory Lane:
Low Rider - War
Low Rider knows every street, yeah
Low Rider is the one to meet, yeah
Low Rider don't use no gas now
Low Rider don't drive too fast...
Last night I posted about the group of girls I sang with sometimes in high school. I mentioned that we sang War's classic Low Rider, beloved of chicanos and Cheech and Chong fans everywhere. That song's always been one of my favorites; very, VERY few songs evoke Los Angeles - not Hollywood, but the real L.A. - the way this one does. It was the first of a different sort of driving song, at least the first to become widely popular: not the 50s rock-and-bop drive-through-diner hotrod song, nor the sunny sweet Beach Boys celebratory driving song. No, this was a proud, laid-back, pass-the-joint, don't-mess-with-me cruising music, unhurried but still a little watchful. With its short, endlessly repeated motif, its agile, enthusiastic bass line (for my money, one of the top three ever written), its nodding, nearly mumbled lyrics that evoke the deep contemplation of the mundane that is the province of the utterly stoned, the song brings affectionate smiles to the faces of everyone I've ever seen hearing it. It's...summer.
You may wonder how a group of high school girls could sing a song this simple and have fun with it? Easy. We sang the entire thing. Each of us would choose a part - bass, guitar, cymbal, cowbell, horn, or voice - and we'd just start and keep going as long as we could keep it up. It's not as easy as it sounds; while the vocal was easy, the bass is very hard to keep repeating over and over. But when we got into a groove, it could be hypnotic!
Ah, memories...
Another stroll down Memory Lane:
Low Rider - War
Low Rider knows every street, yeah
Low Rider is the one to meet, yeah
Low Rider don't use no gas now
Low Rider don't drive too fast...
Last night I posted about the group of girls I sang with sometimes in high school. I mentioned that we sang War's classic Low Rider, beloved of chicanos and Cheech and Chong fans everywhere. That song's always been one of my favorites; very, VERY few songs evoke Los Angeles - not Hollywood, but the real L.A. - the way this one does. It was the first of a different sort of driving song, at least the first to become widely popular: not the 50s rock-and-bop drive-through-diner hotrod song, nor the sunny sweet Beach Boys celebratory driving song. No, this was a proud, laid-back, pass-the-joint, don't-mess-with-me cruising music, unhurried but still a little watchful. With its short, endlessly repeated motif, its agile, enthusiastic bass line (for my money, one of the top three ever written), its nodding, nearly mumbled lyrics that evoke the deep contemplation of the mundane that is the province of the utterly stoned, the song brings affectionate smiles to the faces of everyone I've ever seen hearing it. It's...summer.
You may wonder how a group of high school girls could sing a song this simple and have fun with it? Easy. We sang the entire thing. Each of us would choose a part - bass, guitar, cymbal, cowbell, horn, or voice - and we'd just start and keep going as long as we could keep it up. It's not as easy as it sounds; while the vocal was easy, the bass is very hard to keep repeating over and over. But when we got into a groove, it could be hypnotic!
Ah, memories...
