Word: songe
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...Don1t Touch My Hat,' finds the Texan in a possessive frenzy about his "John B. Stetson." 'Promises,' meanwhile, is naked Lyle, skin flayed, soul raw with grief that could be whispered from a jail cell or an unquiet grave. The melody is plain, the guitar accompaniment plaintive: the song enshrouds you in its desperate beauty. "The primal emotions on 'The Road to Ensenada' -->
Fitzpatrick also helps by keeping the range of tempos and melodies varied from song to song. Even for a seasoned Eve's Plum concert-goer, the set list never loses its momentum. The intro drum beats to "Jesus Loves You" get the crowd bouncing on its feet as the audience anticipates the bright, saccharine song. Fitzpatrick stares listeners in the face and grins while singing "They say I'm damned to hell/Well, I'll be damned." The band answers the crowd's expectations, and people applaud the pop song as if begging for an immediate reprise. But the band...
...mess!". Compensating for its lack of profundity, the band exudes energy as the sensual Fitzpatrick screams "sticky and greasy" along to a driving melody. Deep meaning is hardly the main concern of listeners at this point. Continuing this innocent approach, the band breaks into "Serious Stuff," a wonderful song with a great guitar line, catchy chorus and unexpected tempo twists...
...begins to realize that other people have problems, too, and that he is not always to blame for his own. The choir director, played by Orin Johnson, lightens up his scenes. The music, while in the same style as the first act, does manage to throw in a few songs that aren't depressing, such as when Conrad asks out Jeanine Pratt (Sarah Baskin) in the song "I Have A Little Question." "It doesn't have to be a real date. We could fake it," he sings...
...Don1t Touch My Hat,' finds the Texan in a possessive frenzy about his "John B. Stetson." 'Promises,' meanwhile, is naked Lyle, skin flayed, soul raw with grief that could be whispered from a jail cell or an unquiet grave. The melody is plain, the guitar accompaniment plaintive: the song enshrouds you in its desperate beauty. "The primal emotions on 'The Road to Ensenada' -->