They built this https://www.villagestudios.com/studio-d
They rented it for over 10 months. It would have been less $ to purchase at the beginning of the build process.
To record this
They built this https://www.villagestudios.com/studio-d
They rented it for over 10 months. It would have been less $ to purchase at the beginning of the build process.
To record this
I love acoustic guitars and Classical Gas is one of my all time favorite instrumental songs.
But it’s also my unicorn. It seems impossible to find a good recording of Mason Williams playing it.
Wow, really impressed right here, love that sound
Here´s the full session
I think I´m in love already with this band
Anyone else here get the oh so esteemed high mark in elementary school ‘Plays well with others’? What mother doesn’t want this for her child…
I refuse to answer that on the grounds of… hey screw that, I’m not playing your game!
Just kidding, I did receive that remark in school.
And a happy Friday to all. Another one is in the books and I’m back in session. Starting out with a nice one from FoF.
A little trip back in time to 1986 for some nostalgic 80’s. If you know you know…
Not going to lie, may have had a little crush on Valerie Day.
There ya go.
I happened across one of the tracks from this debut album, 1992. Fun when you come across something you know but haven’t heard in nearly 30 years
Composed by Jon Anderson (Yes) and Vangelis
Most vocals are Chrissie Hynde
Produced by Fred Hood and Grant Showbiz
Contributions by Jeff Beck, Johnny Marr, Linda Muriel
Saturday night sessions are the best. This is Southern Empire and “Civilisation”.
A great test for the newly arrived Horizon Closed. It’s passing…
I have this one spinning right now. I was completely unaware of this collaboration and this work. I’m diggin it. Thanks for sharing.
Good song for a slow sunday…
Spotify > ifi zen dac mk2 > Yamaha A-S501 > Dali Oberon 3 + Dali c8 d sub
Music: Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson
Lyrics: Neil Peart
The night is black
Without a moon
The air is thick and stillThe vigilantes gather on
The lonely torchlit hill
Features distorted in the flickering light
The faces are twisted and grotesque
Silent and stern in the sweltering night
The mob moves like demons possessed
Quiet in conscience, calm in their right
Confident their ways are best
The righteous rise
With burning eyes
Of hatred and ill-willMadmen fed on fear and lies
To beat, and burn, and kill
They say there are strangers, who threaten us
In our immigrants and infidels
They say there is strangeness, too dangerous
In our theatres and bookstore shelves
That those who know what’s best for us –
Must rise and save us from ourselves
Quick to judge,
Quick to anger
Slow to understandIgnorance and prejudice
And fearWalk hand in hand