Jan 062010
Time keeps on slippin’…
Rock Town Hall encourages you to watch the following video through to its completion and tell us if it’s not, indeed, the longest 3 minutes and 33 seconds of your life! Come along if you dare…after the jump.
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We know we’re asking a lot, but if nothing else hold on for the break that begins about 2 minutes and 30 seconds into this performance. Trust me, it’s barely worth your while.
If you’ve made it to the end – and your heart is still beating – let us know how you feel. Has a short song (or actually, if my 30 seconds of research was accurate, a movement within a longer composition) ever seemed longer?
I was actually fine with it till the guy started singscreeching. Putting the camera on the lighting several times towards the end must be a first in music video history.
Psychedelic fusion Psychic Oblivion! But no Head Space whatsoever… in a whole three hours and thirty minutes, that’s tough to stay with.
I thought there was some Psychic Oblivion going on here! Thanks to both of you for taking this challenge, and thanks to the god of your choice for allowing you to live through it.
Tedious, yes. No yodeling, no whistling, no nothing.
But in fact when I was watching the 2 and half minute Beach Boys Bluebird song earlier I thought, around the 1:10 mark, “Sweet Jesus, only a minute has passed since this started. I’m not sure I can make it through the entire song.” What seemed like hours later, I thought, “How can this song still be going?” Then I realized the whole thing was only 2.5 minutes long. That should have helped, but it didn’t.
i survived the longest 3 minutes and 33 seconds of my life. i never thought i’d say this but the singer makes me kind of appreciate michael mcdonald.
I bust out laughing at the crucial 2:30 mark. Then I contemplated what was so damn funny about it, and realized: the guitar player dude’s Look/’tude while deploying a classic guitar/vocal screech was at total odds with what he was playing.
I mean, his voice and guitar were going “SCREECH, SCREECH, SCREAM, WE’RE KICKING YOUR ASS, SCREEEEAM, SCREECH” — but everything else about the guy was saying “you know what I really like about this song? The modulation from an Fmin9 to Cmaj7. Oh, dear, I hope I haven’t strained my high E string with all this bending I’m doing. Still, I *am* creating a sound that rocks, I think. Aren’t I? Yes — I believe I am, yes. These notes I’m playing prove it.” Which pretty much sums up what’s wrong with prog rock, come to think of it.
I cracked up right then too, bakshi. I think it was more like 2:25 though. Believe me, I was counting.
I once spent a couple of hours in the middle of the night in the bus terminal in Columbus, OH. For a good hour I was watching an obese, unwashed man in a disturbingly threadbare shirt very slowly make up his mind to strike up a conversation with the four Amish women cowering on a nearby bench, while their menfolk had a theological debate on whether it was ok to break down and use a pay phone in extenuating circumstances, only to cave to modernity and then realize they had no one to call (not knowing anyone with a phone.)So I am acquainted with single-portion-servings of eternity. I found this video much more akin to waiting at the post-office than anything truly endless.
Man, talk about singing through your beard. That was dull. Not mind numbingly, but enough so that I can’t remember anything other than the guy playing with the lights. He had a nice beard, too.
Great…great sandwich! That took 10 minutes to watch for sure. I kept thinking that he had to be Joshua Jackson’s dad (Pacey from Dawsons’s Creek). The tuning of his guitar after the song was over was strage..it there a boring song pt. 2 that he was preparing for?
I watched it. I tuned out the tune and noticed gear. I see an Orange amp on the right. I see the singer using the old fashioned “curly phone cord” style guitar cable.
And the drummer is a lefty.
Weird.
2000 Man,
What does “singing through your beard” mean? I’m getting a funny impression from that phrase, but I want to be sure I use it correctly if the opportunity presents itself.
I knew it would be a long slog just by the number of sensitive beards on stage. A lot of muscle shirts for such wussies, too.
The first 40 seconds isn’t too bad but man it is tough to watch after that. Could they have looked any more disinterested?
You know it’s bad when the lighting dude gets signifigant face time in the video
I’m going with a Slocum/Senior Clean hybrid.
It was tedious but not maddeningly so, and I spent most of the 3:30 trying to determine if that was a Marshall Plexi head on top of the Orange cabinet.
chickenfrank, “singing through the beard” is a concept that E. Pluribus Gergely wrote about under a pseudonym, “The Accuser,” for our old HEADline fanzine. The piece was published on RTH a few years ago:
https://www.rocktownhall.com/blogs/index.php/2007/06/21/crapton
It was actually a concept developed by “Lady Accuser,” who said Clapton used his beard as a mask to cover the fact that he couldn’t fully get behind whatever he was singing.
Cool! I picked that up here and I guess I understood the concept. The only guy in that clip that looked like he truly gave a shit was the light guy, and I think he was just ripped.
May I give you the longest 5:45 of your life:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0DYHnlcpvQ4
Courtney Love, for me, has been Insta-Suck since she first graced the big screen in the otherwise somewhat brilliant Straight to Hell. There goes another 5:45 of my life!
Live through this, indeed. Surely she chose her nom de suck in honor of Mike Love?
I can’t decide if the high/low point is the beginning “You play better than him” or the end “Do you want anything else from the pharmacy?”
Misterioso, you win. I don’t know what you’ve won, but for making milk come out of my nose, you totally win. Funny enough, the name of her forthcoming autobiography is called “Looking Back With Love.”
TB