SOUNDTRACK: JETHRO TULL-Aqualung (1971).

I loved Jethro Tull. I have all of their records up until Crest of a Knave when I must guess I decided that they were uncool (as if they were ever cool). But man are they ever cool and this book reminded me just how cool they are.
The whole record is solid from start to finish with string rockers, string riffs and then mellow folkie songs in between. And the dynamic nature of Anderson;s voice–he could be five different characters.
How great is “Aqualung,” the song? A terrific riff, a gentle middle section, a rocking section, some great bass lines all with some wild acoustic guitar and those lyrics–so graphic, so descriptive. I am always taken with the drums–little thumps and a cymbal throughout the rocking verse.
It’s followed by the flute intro of “Cross-Eyed Mary.” There’s rocking guitars and another complex riff with Anderson’s snarling vocals (echos on everything). “Cheap Day Return” opens with a pretty classical-esque acoustic guitar intro and then Anderson’s more gentle vocals. It’s a 90 second song that segues into the fairy tale melody of the flute for “Mother Goose.” There’s some very nice harmonies on this song.
“Wond’ring Aloud” is all folk and the laughing that bounces around the headphones before the great riff of “Up to Me” on both guitar and piano. And how neat that the lead guitar is circling around in one ear while the flute and vocals are down the middle of the song.
“My God” opens with a lengthy acoustic guitar display. It’s quite pretty until the minor chords come in. It’s followed by the piano and that distinctive voice. Two minutes in, the guitar joins and the vocals get louder and more sneering. There’s a terrific flute solo (complete with him giving a “yea” in the middle of it) and then a choral accompaniment that adds a whole new level of pious and impiety.
“Hymn 43” has a great heavy riff, chugging guitars and Anderson’s snarling lyrics (and so many whirling guitars solos and even a flute solo throughout).
It’s followed by the minute-long “Slipstream,” a pretty acoustic guitar song with gentle strings and more lyrics obliquely about god. The song ends with some woozy up and down sliding on the strings which segue into the lengthy classical sounding piano intro of “Locomotive Breath.”
There’s a distant guitar solo under the piano before the guitars get louder and louder for the great chugging riff of the song.
The disc ends with “Wind Up,” a quiet intro on acoustic guitar and vocals that gets slowly louder; and then the song rocks a swinging beat as he sings of excommunication and being packed off to school. There’s a wild solo (different in each ear) in the middle of the song, which
and then the end where a jaunty piano accompanies these straightforward lyrics:
When I was young and they packed me off to school
And taught me how not to play the game
I didn’t mind if they groomed me for success
Or if they said that I was just a fool
So to my old headmaster and to anyone who cares
Before I’m through I’d like to say my prayers
Well, you can excommunicate me on my way to Sunday school
And have all the bishops harmonize these lines
I don’t believe you
You had the whole damn thing all wrong
He’s not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays
[READ: July 1, 2016] Aqualung
I have often thought I should read this series. Of course, the last time I thought about it, there were 50-some books in the series and that seemed like way too many. Well as of June 2017, there are 120 books in the series, which is an insane series to jump into.
But at work, four of the books came across my desk and if that’s not an invitation to read something, I don’t now what is. So I’ve decided to read these four and we’ll see if that leads to more.
This was the third book in the series that I’d read. The first (Colin Meloy’s) was a personal take on one of his favorite records, The Replacement’s Let It Be. The second (Steve Matteo’s) was a detailed look at the recording sessions of The Beatles’ Let It Be. This book is all about interpretation–Allan Moore’s take on an album that has fascinated him since his brother bought it over 30 years ago. He is quick to point out that right and wrong interpretations of art are kinda impossible, but that won’t stop him. Ian Anderson has written “What listeners get from the lyrics is theirs, what the lyrics are for me is mine.”
Moore breaks the book up into sections–the first situates the album at the time of its release, the rest looks at various songs (including bonus tracks on new releases). (more…)
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