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ABBA killed it too.
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For anyone interested in Pop Music Production, use of harmony and great songwriting craft they are required listening. I would also advise students to check out Spector.
Ewan Mcall. Another great songwriter. Danzig for the audacity of his work with the Misfits. Mike Skinner of The Streets for all his clever and original lyrical prowess and coining the phrase "Sex and drugs and on the dole" . The Manic Street Preachers for marrying intellectualy challenging concepts with faultless epic musical bombasity. Check out "Faster" for a lesson on cutting through the BS and landing with every dynamic punch.
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Neil Young
Jason Lytle
Bob Dylan
Strummer/Jones
John Cale
Manic Street Preachers
McCullough/Sergeant
Bryan Ferry
Brian Eno
must listen--best tracks ever from JJ
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That track from the 3 minute mark in the last video is one of Joes most epic writings.great tune.
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Reminds me, JJ Cale: John Weldon Cale
Is the most under the radar type of singer songwriters,Has written and recorded a massive amount of songs /albums used by all types of singers and yet only chooses to have his own fan base and never went commercial, his style is minimalist though, nothing showy,but all class.
Eric Clapton made a few of his songs more famous. Cocaine/After midnight etc etc
JJ Cale is the whole package
His songs are for the most part hidden treasures from the rest of the world.
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Cale released a great new album just last year. Here he is with two other great songwriters
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It began when they come took me from my home
And put me in Dead Row,
Of which I am nearly wholly innocent, you know.
And I'll say it again
I..am..not..afraid..to..die.
I began to warm and chill
To objects and their fields,
A ragged cup, a twisted mop
The face of Jesus in my soup
Those sinister dinner meals
The meal trolley's wicked wheels
A hooked bone rising from my food
All things either good or ungood.
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of truth.
An eye for an eye
A tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die.
Interpret signs and catalogue
A blackened tooth, a scarlet fog.
The walls are bad. Black. Bottom kind.
They are sick breath at my hind
They are sick breath at my hind
They are sick breath at my hind
They are sick breath gathering at my hind
I hear stories from the chamber
How Christ was born into a manger
And like some ragged stranger
Died upon the cross
And might I say it seems so fitting in its way
He was a carpenter by trade
Or at least that's what I'm told
Like my good hand I
tatooed E.V.I.L. across it's brother's fist
That filthy five! They did nothing to challenge or resist.
In Heaven His throne is made of gold
The ark of his Testament is stowed
A throne from which I'm told
All history does unfold.
Down here it's made of wood and wire
And my body is on fire
And God is never far away.
Into the mercy seat I climb
My head is shaved, my head is wired
And like a moth that tries
To enter the bright eye
I go shuffling out of life
Just to hide in death awhile
And anyway I never lied.
My kill-hand is called E.V.I.L.
Wears a wedding band that's G.O.O.D.
`Tis a long-suffering shackle
Collaring all that rebel blood.
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of truth.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die.
And the mercy seat is burning
And I think my head is glowing
And in a way I'm hoping
To be done with all this weighing up of truth.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And I've got nothing left to lose
And I'm not afraid to die.
And the mercy seat is glowing
And I think my head is smoking
And in a way I'm hoping
To be done with all this looks of disbelief.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway there was no proof
Nor a motive why.
And the mercy seat is smoking
And I think my head is melting
And in a way I'm helping
To be done with all this twisted of the truth.
A lie for a lie
And a truth for a truth
And I've got nothing left to lose
And I'm not afraid to die.
And the mercy seat is melting
And I think my blood is boiling
And in a way I'm spoiling
All the fun with all this truth and consequence.
An eye for an eye
And a truth for a truth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die.
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of proof.
A life for a life
And a truth for a truth
And anyway there was no proof
But I'm not afraid to tell a lie.
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of truth.
An eye for an eye
And a truth for a truth
And anyway I told the truth
But I'm afraid I told a lie.
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Ive just been flicking through that free online book, these pages on the Beatles are relevant here. I thnk its true of many artists and many people with inventions and ideas too,most say it just came to me when I wasnt thinking about it. Energy and thoughts are one and the same if you relax into enough and dismiss the more densified things in material life.
Interesting take.
The Beatles
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Great line up. Here's a few more:
John Prine
Loudon Wainwright
Kate Bush
Townes Van Zandt
Judee Sill
Bowie
Muddy Waters
Leonard Cohen
Prince
Nick Drake
Donovan
Jack Bruce
Eddie Vedder
Van Morrison
Jackson Browne
George Clinton
John Phillips
Hendrix
Tommy James
Johnny Cash
Jimmy Page
Robert Plant
Roger McGuinn
Robbie Robertson
Marvin Gaye
Bob Marley
Freddy Mercury
Bill Withers
David Byrne
Bo Diddly
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