:up: I was a sophmore engineering student at university that winter when the War album dropped and saw U2 perform it live at a small college in upstate NY that spring with my bandmates (yeah, I was a fairly poor bass player in a faux-punk funk/reggae band that played fraternity parties for beer and drugs :yum:) and our girlfriends. Great show, glad I saw them fairy up-close with about 2,000 fans – just before they blew up into "the.biggest band in the world" (as The Police finished their Synchronicity final tour that summer) and peaked a few years later with Joshua Tree. :cool:

(yeah, I was a fairly poor bass player in a faux-punk funk/reggae band that played fraternity parties for beer and drugs :yum:) and our girlfriends. — 180 Proof

'Faux-punk funk' - What is that? What did you play?
Not 'Ole Blue Eyes', anyway :wink:

Frank Sinatra Live at the Sands. Where or When

:smirk: I gave up playing music fairly soon because of jazz (à la Sinatra et al) knowing I'd never be that good. My college buddies and I mostly played songs by The Clash, Simply Red, UB40, The Police, Bob Marley, David Bowie, The Talking Heads and ... I can't remember who else ... always danceable party tunes, usually too fast and out of tune ... I was the "weak link", of course, but it was great fun for a few semesters. :sweat:

(But at least one of our band "made it" in music as a journalist for Rolling Stone, Spin & The Village Voice – Jem Aswad.)

Quando paramucho
mi amore de felice carathon
Mundo paparazzi
mi amore cicce verdi parasol
Questo abrigado
tantamucho que canite carousel

(medley) 16:42
Abbey Road, 1969 (2009 Rock Band)
The Beatles

:cool: "give the drummer some!" :victory: :heart:

Metazoomical.

Fat Larry's Band:
Peaceful Journey


Zoom

Thanks to @unenlightened:

Sandy Denny was better than Joan Baez better even than Joni Mitchell at expressing the emotional intensity of a lyric. You need more...

I read her story on wiki. Such a sad and early death. Tributes include:

One of the most moving and beautiful voices this country has ever produced': Bob Stanley's short biography of an unsung hero of British folk music — Sounds of the 60s - Sandy Denny

Who Knows Where The Time Goes - Sandy Denny, composer, lyricist, singer.


Judy Collins sings and pays tribute to Sandy Denny andher late '60's classic,"Who Knows Where The Time Goes?" in a 2002 concert at the Wolftrap Farm amphitheater in Vienna, Virginia.


***
A bit less folk, a little more 'rock' with Fairport Convention:
Vocals: Sandy Denny
Background Vocalist: Richard Thompson
Guitar, Background Vocalist, Producer: Simon Nicol
Bass Guitar, Background Vocalist: Ashley Hutchings
Drums: Martin Lamble

"Harvest Moon" (5:03)
Harvest Moon, 1992
Neil Young

Beautiful. Harvest Moon. Perfect. In every way.
Dreaming and dancing in the light...still in love with you...

:flower:

For all the old hippies, a requiem for humanity. Headphones for preference. Not ashamed to cry.

A cold girl'll kill you
In a
darkened
room

"Cars Hiss By My Window" (4:10)
LA Woman, 1971
The Doors

b. 8Dec43

When I hold you in my arms (ooh, oh, yeah)
And I feel my finger on your trigger (ooh, oh, yeah)
I know nobody can do me no harm (ooh, oh, yeah)
Because ...

"Happiness is a Warm Gun" (2:43)
The Beatles, 1968
The Beatles

d. 8Dec80

The Speck of Dust, Leonid and Friends

Fuck the G-ride –
I want the machines that're makin' 'em!
...
Just a quiet, peaceful dance
For the things we'll never have
Just a quiet, peaceful dance
For the things we don't have

https://thephilosophyforum.com/discussion/comment/889372 :fire:

A Jamaican Diogenes ...

"Sit Dung Pon De Wall" (1:27)
Check It!, 1983
Mutabaruka

I saw classical music was underrepresented so here's a crash course.

Ludwig van Beethoven's Ode to Joy is a celebration of universal brotherhood, Enlightenment ideals and humanist philosophy.



Wagner's Der Ring Des Nibelungen is an exploration of the nature of power, the limits of knowledge, and the role of the gods in human affairs



And Strauss' Also sprach Zarathustra is an obvious candidate also for being reused in a Space Odyssey (or especially so?).



This famous piece by Rachmaninov is often called the Bells of Moscow. That name came about because the Russian publisher, to whom Rachmaninov sold publishing rights for a handful of cash, failed to secure international rights. Then some dimwitted American dubbed it the Bells of Moscow and the legend that the bells are the bells of the Kremlin tolling for each executed prisoner came about and everybody repeats it. Wikipedia gets that wrong. Idiots.

Reminiscing over at the 'What are your listening to thread'.
Remembering @Olivier5 and all the wonderful music he shared. Merci :cool:
Including this:

[Something Inside] So Strong - Labi Siffre



The higher you build your barriers
The taller I become
The further you take my rights away
The faster I will run
You can deny me
You can decide to turn your face away
No matter, 'cause there's

[chorus] Something inside so strong
I know that I can make it
Though you're doing me wrong, so wrong
You thought that my pride was gone
Oh no, something inside so strong
Oh, something inside so strong

The more you refuse to hear my voice
The louder I will sing
You hide behind walls of Jericho
Your lies will come tumbling
Deny my place in time
You squander wealth that's mine
My light will shine so brightly
It will blind you, 'cause there's

[chorus]

Brothers and sisters
When they insist we're just not good enough
When we know better
Just look 'em in the eyes and say
"We're gonna do it anyway"
We're gonna do it anyway

[chorus]
Brothers and sisters
When they insist we're just not good enough
When we know better
Just look 'em in the eyes and say
"We're gonna do it anyway"
We're gonna do it anyway
We're gonna do it anyway
We're gonna do it anyway

Because there's something inside so strong (something inside so strong)
I know that I can make it (I can make it)
Though you're doing me, so wrong
You thought that my pride was gone
Oh no (oh no), something inside so strong

Something inside so strong
I know that I can make it (make it, make it)
Though you're doing me, so wrong (doing me wrong)
You thought that my pride was gone
Oh no (oh no), something inside so strong
Oh, something inside so strong
Oh, something inside so strong
Ooh-ooh, something inside so strong

Songwriters: Labi Siffre. For non-commercial use only.

"In The Heat Of The Night" (2:30)
Soundtrack, 1967
music Quincy Jones, d. 2024
lyrics A. Bergman & M. Bergman
singer Ray Charles

Thank you.
It takes me back to better times (or so it seemed in my bubble) :cool:
Simply beautiful. I appreciate it even more now than I did back then.
Ist to 2nd year at Uni. Away from parents. New life and loves. Wonderful.
Just love it :sparkle:

Thanks :flower:
I remember how I felt when I watched the film. The atmospheric music. Sultry Southern racist blues. The sweat and heat of anger and passion. Powerful acting by Poitier.

Can hardly believe it was released in 1967. I must have watched it later.

I can't remember all the details. I would have a deeper appreciation of it now.
So, where can I find it...?

It's so hard to keep control
When I could sell my soul
For just a little light
In the heat of the night...

Must be an ending to it all
But hold on, it won't be long
Just you be strong
And it'll be alright
In the heat of the night.

And talking about Poitier...

Το Sir With Love - Lulu (Lyrics)

To Sir, with Love is a 1967 British drama film that deals with social and racial issues in an inner city school. — Wiki - To Sir, with Love

Well, would you believe it...who knew?

In 1964, Poitier recorded an album with the composer Fred Katz called Poitier Meets Plato, in which Poitier recites passages from Plato's writings.[67]

The Byrds - Turn! Turn! Turn!



To everything, turn, turn, turn
There is a season, turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose under heaven

A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep

...

Have we had this one? Janis Ian. "At Seventeen"

Have we had this one? — unenlightened

I can't recall but I don't think so. Worth a repeat, anyway! :cool:
Your link takes me to 'Video unavailable'. I found this one:



I learned the truth at seventeen
That love was meant for beauty queens
And high school girls with clear skinned smiles
Who married young and then retired
The valentines I never knew
The Friday night charades of youth
Were spent on one more beautiful
At seventeen I learned the truth

Chorus

And those of us with ravaged faces
Lacking in the social graces
Desperately remained at home
Inventing lovers on the phone
Who called to say, "Come dance with me"
And murmured vague obscenities
It isn't all it seems
At seventeen

A brown eyed girl in hand-me-downs
Whose name I never could pronounce
Said, "Pity please the ones who serve
They only get what they deserve"
And the rich relationed hometown queen
Marries into what she needs
With a guarantee of company
And haven for the elderly

Chorus

Remember those who win the game
Lose the love they sought to gain
In debentures of quality
And dubious integrity
The small-town eyes will gape at you
In dull surprise when payment due
Exceeds accounts received
At seventeen

[ Instrumental break ]

To those of us who knew the pain
Of valentines that never came
And those whose names were never called
When choosing sides for basketball
It was long ago and far away
The world was younger than today
And dreams were all they gave for free
To ugly duckling girls like me

Chorus

We all play the game, and when we dare
To cheat ourselves at solitaire
Inventing lovers on the phone
Repenting other lives unknown
That call and say, "Come dance with me"
And murmur vague obscenities
And ugly girls like me
At seventeen
Songwriters: Janis Ian. For non-commercial use only.

Shad K - Brother


Lyrics:
I try to hold some hope in my heart
For these African youths
Coming up where I'm from
Many traps to elude
Surrounded by
Mostly white and affluent dudes
And somehow, you expected to have
Mastered this smooth
Swagger and move
With the right walk, the right talk
Fashion and crews
Souls subtly attacked and abused
And what's funny's being black wasn't cool
Where I'm from til suddenly
You started hearing rap in the school
Hallways
Admist this madness I grew
With knack for amusing through this little skill
For rappin at dudes
An' we all like to laugh at the truth
But when you young and same facts
Pertain to who you rappin em to
Well, I opted not to bring
That to the booth
But after a while, it sort of starts naggin at you
The crazed infatuation with blackness
That trash that gets viewed
And the fact that the tube only showed blacks
Actin the fool and I was watching...
(saturated with negative images and a limited range of
Possibilities is strange...)
And it's sad cause that naturally do
Sort of condition your mind and over time
That's what's attractive to you
So young blacks don't see themselves in
Scholastic pursuits
Or the more practical routes
It's makin tracks or it's hoops
Or God-forbid movin packs for the loot
Even with this music we so limited - it's rap or produce
And that narrow conception of what's black isn't true
Of course, still we feel forced to adapt to this view
Like there's something that you're havin to prove
Now add that to the slew
Of justification the capitalists use
For the new blaxploitation
Many actions excused
In the name of getting cash
That's adversely impactin our youth
With mental slavery, the shackles is loose
And it's hard to cut chains when they attached at the roots
So what the new black activists do
For our freedom is just being them
Do what you're passionate to
Not confined by a sense that you have to disprove
Any stereotypes, so-called facts to refute
Or match any image of blackness
They've established as true
Perhaps we'll break thru the glass ceilings
Shatter the roof and emerge
From these boxes that they have us in cooped
And grow to smash the mold that they casted of you
I'll keep watching...