Maybe it’s because I’ve heard them, like 7,000 times, but some songs are like symphonies. Take, say, Third Stone From The Sun or Dazed And Confused.
As you listen to the ebb and flow, the music continually morphs into an entirely different vibe. As you pick up on the nuances that drive those translations, you gotta think: this is musical genius of a higher order, like Wagner or something*.
Or maybe it’s just because I’ve heard them 7,000 times.
* Yeah, I know. Wagner was an opera guy, and not really known for his only symphony, which, as it turns out, was once conducted by Engelbert Humberdinck, whose namesake performed music which – especially compared to Hendrix or Zeppelin – was not particularly symphonic.
See how I worked that in?