This is a superb little composition with origins that remain pretty obscure (despite Wikipedia), aside that it belongs to an Italian musician by the name of Carlo Marrale.
The two renditions below are almost opposite in vocal performance dynamics, from the canonical bel canto approach, by a two-tenor duet, to the unorthodox approach of a great metal singer (if not the greatest), who’s actually a baritone, but whose flawless technique allows him to reach those impressive tenor highs with unbelievable accuracy and beauty.
In “real” life, that is. And the “real” here might not be the best choice of word. Shall it be replaced with “physical” (or “physically existent”), as the proper antonym to “virtual” when we speak of our digital existence? “Virtual” does not mean not existent or not real.
We’re being told that online socializing is eroding our social skills and destroying physical relationships. That is mostly rue.
Most of the great music out there is just a little bit too interesting” in terms of composition, to ever appeal to mainstream audience. Most mainstream stuff is way too dull to be worth listening to repeatedly. This song, from one of the truly groundbreaking, game-changing, and best albums of all times (Love – Forever Changes, 1967), manages to grab your attention instantly, while at the same time featuring an awesome, strange, off-beat composition. Arthur Lee is no more, his music lives on.
George Clinton (on LSD) apparently told Funkadelic’s guitarist Eddie Hazel to play this solo as if he just received the news of his mother being dead, and then found out his mother was actually still alive.
The result is a mind blowing solo, almost 10 minutes long, that shoots straight into immortality. All other instruments were dimmed during mixing, when Clinton heard Hazel’s outlandish take. Enjoy.
Brian Eno plus Robert Fripp (of King Crimson fame) equals genius. One of the best face-melting guitar solos you’ll ever hear. This piece is featured as played by (some members of) Radiohead in Velvet Goldmine.
To love. To care and cater to others. To give out the effort required to do this until it becomes effortless. To give yourself out until there’s no more “I” left.
But why? This seems so unnatural. “I” is the only thing “I” knows.
Because everything else (please note: everything) is, or will shortly become dull and boring and unfulfilling. Everything you do for yourself is great and should be done. Just don’t expect any of it to keep on making you happy on the long run.