My Music Moments #1; Rage Against The Machine – Know Your Enemy (ending)

I love music to bits. I like to think my taste is at least reasonably diverse, and there’s several bands of varying (sub)genres that I follow religiously. Naturally, there’s plenty of albums I cherish. What comes with this is individual songs I adore, as you’d expect. These songs will likely contain specific components such as a vocal hook in the chorus or a guitar solo that I become infatuated with too. Sometimes it’s even more specific than that though. Some songs contain tiny moments that ‘get’ to me in some way, for whatever reason. I thought it might be quite cool to maybe just write off-the-cuff blog posts about bits of the music that are close to my heart. Sometimes I just don’t want to talk about a new release… So here’s me attempting to kick-start a new feature as such, under a boring title that’s not quite as boring as it should be because it alliterates. Yeah, bitch. Sometimes I’ll write about an album, sometimes a song…but today it’s a specific moment.

I don’t want to have to narrow this song down to one segment, because I really do think the whole thing is brilliant. Other than the ending…(I just don’t like being pummelled by “ALL OF WHICH ARE AMERICAN DREAMS!!!” repeatedly. Each to their own.) It’s one of my favourite RATM songs all the same, though. Dat bass. Dat riff. Dem rapped vocals. Dat solo. And crucially, in less succinct terms, ‘dat bit towards the end of the song where it sounds like it is ending but then it comes back in like a motherfucking freight train’. Yeah, that bit. To be honest, the entirety of Rage Against The Machine’s eponymous album is fantastic. I’d have no hesitation in placing it in my top 10 albums of all time. I feel more inclined to archive one specific moment from the record though, for whatever reason. But, I don’t know…something about that moment gets me fired up. The riff is plain dirty, and the guitar wails like a alarm siren as if you actually needed to be warned that what you’re listening to is starting to kick even more arse, no matter how brief it is.

“Fight the war, fuck the norm.”

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Writer’s Block

It is rather fitting that I seem to have unwillingly chosen National Novel Writing Month to be the time-frame for my dry spell in terms of blogging. I have ideas…I have the desire…but when it comes to trying to mock up a couple of paragraphs of text, I just can’t do it. I can’t write for shit at the moment. Come to think of it, would I ever write for shit? I’ve no intention of gaining any shit, nor would I say yes if somehow inexplicably a shit asked me to write something for it. ‘Toffee’ would have made more sense in terms of what I can’t write for right now, and to be honest, I’m not exactly desperate for toffee at the moment (IT HAMMERS MY TOOFSES), so the impact of saying that I couldn’t write for toffee right now is greatly diminished. Y’see, this is my problem! What the hell have I been writing for the past few lines? Smile sweetly, nod slowly, humour the Welsh nutcase, and wait for a proper blog post to be written. That’s assuming you’re deluded enough to be vaguely interested in what I might have to say next. People confuse me sometimes. The message I’m trying to convey is that I can’t see myself touching this blog for a fair while, because I find myself totally out of the mindset for it. Of course, if Sod’s law has its way, I’ll be writing up a new proper post as you read this very sentence…

Turrah.

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