Post by mintyjackhole on Sept 10, 2019 2:52:29 GMT
The Beagles have poisoned my ears. Scoot now seems like your average garden variety sucky. It's a 5 minute tuneless dirge, but at least he doesn't have to edit out the guitar solos. That said, there is nothing on Scoot's new tune that's quite as compelling as that moment in a Beagles song when you know Freeman is gonna fuck up another guitar break.
Lol. forgot about that one. All I can picture is a drunk Kermit the Frog standing in front of a star spangled banner backdrop, belting this out, with a mic in one hand and swinging a bottle of Thunderbird in the other.
As a songwriter myself, I'm especially interested in the transformation of a song in one's head to its final stage of release. Certain songs, not that many, leave with the feeling that the artist left absolutely no stone unturned in arranging and finishing the song. They have this sense of completeness, they've been taken as far as they possibly can go. A perfect example is Edgar Winter Group's Frankenstein which to me is so inspired, every distinct part of it, and it all ends up fitting together magicallyB
Scoot having trouble with the difference between a song and an instrumental piece.