I am going down an ultra odd time signature, prog rock hole right now. Like, fast! I know that in a week or two I will crave nothing more than some Nick Drake or Flying Burrito Brothers. For the moment, however, when I get a free moment to enjoy music, I've found myself digging into the obscure solo discography of Yes, Genesis and King Crimson members. Today, I discovered this song while listening to Spotify in my classroom on my prep period. I paused it and listened to the intro four times in a row. As the students entered the next period, I cued the tune. They looked at me like I was listening to extraterrestrial jazz. That's because I basically was.
Here is a cut from drummer, Bill Bruford's (Yes, Genesis, King Crimson, U.K.) second album, "One of A Kind." It's like Daft Punk meets George Duke at a Scientology dance party with members of Return To Forever.... only better! My research tells me (because I couldn't figure this stuff out with my own mortal abilities) that each phrase of the intro piece is 19 beats (eighth notes/quavers) composed of a bar of 7, a bar of 7, and a bar of 5. So that's technically 19/8 time. Wowee Zowee!
Take early 80s Genesis, add a tad more new wave to the sauce, drop 'em in the middle of a crocodile infested continent and you've got The Sherbs -- another great example of a late 70s band with proggy tendencies transitioning into early 80s pop. The herky-jerky rhythm and loving dose of synthesizers in this tune is what stands out to me. I love the little arpeggios the dude throws in on the synths. It's just a smidge more prog than your typical new wave hit of '81. "I Have The Skill" hit 61 on the U.S. pop charts. Did you ever hear it on your FM station back in the day? Me neither. Why not, dude? Singer, Daryl Braithwaite, throws in some great middle school metaphors throughout the tune. My favorite is "I am the shoreline, you are a breaker." So Aussie! But, when he gets to the end of the verse, he casts aside figurative language and gets starkly realistic with the line, "All I can say is this life that we're living is a death defyi...
Last night, in an unknown karaoke bar on the edge of a small town in America, I committed the ultimate party foul. In the midst of a slightly flamboyant performance of Love To Hate You by Erasure , I stepped out of the designated singing area in an effort to bring the full performance closer to the audience. This short video captures that moment: Unfortunately, upon my return to the stage, I unknowingly stepped on one of the floor lights. My attention was drawn to this unfortunate error as I gazed into the faces of the regulars seated near the stage. They were aghast and angry. Hoping I could redeem myself with an impassioned vocal delivery, I continued the song. At the tune's conclusion, my mic shut off sharply. An audience member, with long Robert Plant-like hair, rushed to the stage and investigated the light. The stand mechanism was broken. "You gotta look out for the lights, man. What were you thinking? There are lights up here, y'know!" Embarrassed, I apol...
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