I know this has been out for a while – but – well it is a long story. Suffice to say, been spinning it for a couple of days now. Awesome. No review here – there’s plenty around. But I do have an observation. Roger’s lyrics – and specifically his ‘lyrical lists’.
This little ditty from his next album was released this week …
… and the usual armchair critics are already weighing in – as I type, just shy of 70,000 views and already there are nearly 500 thumb downs … to give you a comparison – two other tracks off his next album.
Pariah – over 600,000 views with 208 thumb downs
Song of One – just shy of 300,000 views with 421 thumbs down
I think it is clear that the thumbs down are way out of proportion … but I have a theory.
I was delighted to guest on Randall Rospond’s Manao Radio Show yesterday. Fun as always. Thought I would share the interview with some of the songs we played from The Beatles Sergeant Pepper’s and Pink Floyd’s First Album – Piper At The Gates Of Dawn. I chose those two albums since Sergeant Pepper’s is inextricably linked with ’67 – and The Summer of Love – but you might have forgotten that 1967 was also the year when The Floyd released their first album. What you might not be so aware of is that both albums were recorded in Abbey Road – at round about the same time.
I was born in ’67
The year of Sgt. Pepper
And are you experienced
… no, not me. That would be Steven Wilson. Those lyrics are extracted from the track Time Flies, from the album The Incident.
It’s a great song, and I was reminded of those opening lyrics when I saw that The Beatles were releasing the 50th Anniversary of Sergeant Peppers. Fifty Years since ‘The Summer Of Love’. That means Wilson is fifty years old this year. I’ve written about him before in many places – not least of which on this very blog. This link takes you to the various posts – well worth a click around and through if you have a Wilson interest.
Wearing a black T-shirt with the label “Nasty Woman,” she sang her first song to the “Nasty Man” now occupying the White House. It was a blistering condemnation, echoing many revelations coming out of the so-called fake-news media — only hers rhymed. Her original composition was not a very good song, she joked with the audience, adding that any of us could come up with a better one after we got home that night.