Here's a little song I wrote, it's called Vintage, Like Old Times. It's about family and friends, and good times had by all, in the long long ago, in the before time - as the lyrics make clear. For me, the whole thing comes together in the third chorus, where I modulate, twice, on the word "love", as a choir of angels, summoned by the outpouring of pure love and generosity I'm recalling, sprinkles golden raindrops upon my forehead (played here by the tubular bells and Glockenspiel); that's where the heart is. That's what it's all about. I hope you feel it, as I do. And I hope this nostalgic look back at traditional family values and the meaning of inter-generational love finds a place in your family's songbook, as it has mine. Music is the gift of one heart to another; it's love. It's all you need. It's all there is. Enjoy. Peace out. Please don't litter.
ok-cleek
The moonlight ain't so great
Got the right link? I didn’t hear lyrics or bells. Kind of scratchy phonograph noise background behind guitar doodling.
Maybe I heard the tinkling golden showers. Now I’m not sure of anything.
oh Dave…
maybe your ears aren’t sensitive enough to hear the honest outpouring of unconditional love. maybe you need the Shakti Hallograph Soundfield Optimizer.
Will listen after matttbastard’s Battles at Bottle.
That would be about an hour from now. It is a crazy-long Youtube.
My sweet Christ th’ music of the spheres at LAST. AT LAST. How you found someone with such a Strong Walk to play that c’or anglaise line in unison with the glockenspiel with that much intensity RIGHT AT TH’ PLAGAL CADENCE is, I’m sure, an amazing story of discovery and growth. Music moves people, man. And I’m people.
that f’in plagel cadence, man… yeah, i beat it down. but that’s what happens you stand in the way of my final resolution. amen.
cock the glock’ and unleash the bass. muthafukkin oboe all up in its face. dawg
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