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?
