The plateau hit an opus at Friday night concert; adagio borders crescendoed to allegretto growth, breaching the mighty flagstaff. They wielded six/eight time, poly-rhythms an obstinato costume lounging on tambourine flicks clanking animated pastoral air. From C to D the chorus climbed fugue acid matter, the addition of violas in vicious pizzicato twisted knarled fortissimo. It crashed into mushroom jazz coda, a mellow machine of loops, choir, and mellotron. Moody Blue’s memories sweeped taped quartets across stereo field. Then a full stop, and finally, they brought the funk and birthed the cowbell. Marshall cabinets cranked, overdriven atonal chords along pentatonic scale— Crimson style building…. building…. building… and a hell yeah tarzan yell— oh-ah-oh-ah-oh! Know what I’m saying? Fuckin’ rock n roll…
"Crimson style building..." -I just had to go and listen to "21st century schizoid man" after reading this!! More coolness, fulmah! S.
"In The Court Of The Crimson King"... I wonder if Stephen King listened to that in the 60's. eMBeMLaHV!
And now that I feel like a musical imbecile... [Know what I’m saying? Fuckin’ rock n roll…] If only I knew what ya were saying babe! lol
