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...From a blues song: I went down to the Crimson, but my magazine was gone. I went down to the Crimson, but my magazine was gone. Oh it made me so blue babe, I wonder what went wrong...
...Presley or Shakur. But careerwise, he does have a few things going for him. In 1995 he was named one of People's 50 Most Beautiful People. Two years later, on a spring day in Memphis, Tennessee, Buckley, 30, put down the guitar on which he was writing songs for his second album, stepped into the Mississippi and drowned. Now Buckley has two flourishing careers. His pretty face and early death have made him a cult hero, while his songs - or one of his songs - have turned him into TV's hottest sound-track artist, the bard of the Very...
...picture is pretty far off any kind of base ... The plot, a musical within a musical, with its noisily surreptitious shifts from onstage to off, appears just too heavy and elaborate a vehicle for the camera to prod along. Even so, if other performers had spread the wings of song as grandly as Howard Keel (Petruchio), the picture might have been better. Handsome singer Keel, who appears to be a sort of Nelson Eddy with muscles, and is currently Hollywood's leading graduate of the Broadway school of musicomedy, has not only a fine chesty baritone but the chest...
...consists almost entirely of actual acoustic instruments, without samples or synths. “Seadrum,” a 23:03 masterpiece, begins sounding like nothing else in the entirety of the Boredom’s formidable oeuvre of music—the first minute or so of the song consists of Yoshimi’s lone voice beautifully singing a wordless jazz riff. Her sustained final note fades into a rising tide of chimes and deep tribal drums that steadily pound away as metallic and organic percussive noise sounds throb in the background and spiral back and forth between...
...clearly meant for idiosyncratic listening: the swelling and intertwining sitars, guitars, flutes, and blend of obscure and traditional string instruments, flowing together with seemingly little to no percussion dividing it up (let alone any trace of the pervasive drum torrents of the previous track) and no clear song structure at all, strikes the listener as specifically designed for one in a meditative or transcendent state, or someone who has recently consumed copious amounts of psychotropic substances that would allow them to get to the bottom of what exactly the Boredoms are trying to say with this song. I guess...