.i can think of one cool job... a nighttime DJ on a radio station... anything more cool than being a DJ between the hours 12am through to 5am? honestly... can't think of a cooler job... all the song requests are gone from the classical.fm show between 3pm and 5pm... now one is telling you what to do... **** me... as a kid... either a veterinarian, or an owner of a music shop... now? an insomniac DJ... they would never play Christopher Young's Something to Think About in the afternoon... sorry... i'm a Hellraiser cult-follower of the first two movies... and that song? why? i just can't be bothered with listening to that Braveheart over-scratched Song of / for a Princess... it's good... once in a while... but, come, on!
just one of those nights... having listened to the scoops from the alternative... worried your to hell about not having ******* enough concerning the previous day's load which would make the pleasures of **** *** look tame... perched on a windowsill - solving a sudoku - and listening to Frank Zappa's occam's razor... and wishing: making sure it was never hot in the city by Billy Idol, or Kiss' crazy nights to usher in the night, and the watchman... why? it's not your standard guitar solo... it's a medley... big difference... guitar solos are bound to a strict return to the rhythm section... they are caged beasts... composed of a restricted time constrain in a song... but a guitar medley? **** me... it's what obliterates a need for vocals... the guitar medley is the vocals substitute... and that aspect of music? mm... gummy bears... jelly in the knees... which is why i like the fact that jazz is the antithesis of classical music symphony... sure... i get the Schubert / Schumann piano duets... nice... but jazz? the breakdown of the quintet? ****... let me count... piano, drums... bass... horn... sax... yep, a quintet... that moment in a jazz song? where each instrument player gets his solo? genius! the same with a guitar medley... neither solo, nor the rhythm section... what a beautiful opening to what i expect to be, a beautiful night: as the watchman once said.