A week ago today, I was driving home from work and I mis-heard a lyric on the radio as saying notice the nudist. From that short phrase a verse grew and then another. I had to keep repeating the words so as not to forget them as I had no means to capture them.
When I got home I wrote them down and others that came. I had a short chord sequence I'd recorded a few days earlier. I began matching the words with the music and before long I had the makings of a song. It's a bit allegorical on one level.
I added some fairly meaty keyboards in places, I've kind of neglected them of late.
I have an album's worth of songs now and this is now the title track (kind of, the album is called The Nudist).
ok... this totally reminds me of: Supertramp. Crime of the Century...
not because it sounds like it per se. Because the idea is similar. The lyrical idea.
ok Nick... I think your track is brilliant.
the guitars remind me of very early Rush sounds. Also many others. It is a good thing.
you done good here.
The title almost sounds like a joke, but I liked how the lyrics were genuinely contemplative and thoughtful, and the music has an easygoing introspective vibe that make me want to just close my eyes and really listen. And think. I wouldn't mind if it went on quite a bit longer--maybe an even more extended jam at the end, or maybe in the middle followed by another verse--so I could lose myself in its rhythms and thoughts and movements.
I love this! The laid back guitar chords and soft proggy synths. Sounds very early 90s to me, especially the the lyrics. Really cool delivery with your vocals as well.
I was in Berlin back in the 90's walking through a park in the summertime a little drunk when I came upon hundreds if not thousands of people nude sunbathing congregating protesting I don't know what they were doing but everyone was naked it was quite strange and I felt overdressed and out of place a few more drinks and I would of joined them but instead I just walked through them with a smile. The song brought that memory up from the depths.thanks Good one
A critique of passive conformity. Butthole Surfers with a dash of Lou Reed? It's wonderful. I like the synth line, which is a little unexpected, and takes it to new territory.
Story Time:
When I lived in Cameroon many years ago, I would occasionally pass through the city Bafoussam. As I entered the city, there would always be a buck naked guy just walking along with a big smile on his face, waving his arms to the sky as if this were the most beautiful day he'd ever lived. Except he had shackles on his legs, tied to a large log, preventing him from running or walking too quickly.
I told this story to some American friends, and someone responded with sadness. I asked why. The shackles, I said, are the price he pays for being able walk around naked every day experiencing joy. For us conformists, being forced to wear clothes, seek social acceptance, and being deprived of that joy is the price we pay for not being shackled.
I've often thought that story could be developed into a song. Now you've set a high bar for this particular theme.
Quote from: Ted on Yesterday at 04:35:16 AMStory Time:
When I lived in Cameroon many years ago, I would occasionally pass through the city Bafoussam. As I entered the city, there would always be a buck naked guy just walking along with a big smile on his face, waving his arms to the sky as if this were the most beautiful day he'd ever lived. Except he had shackles on his legs, tied to a large log, preventing him from running or walking too quickly.
I told this story to some American friends, and someone responded with sadness. I asked why. The shackles, I said, are the price he pays for being able walk around naked every day experiencing joy. For us conformists, being forced to wear clothes and being deprived of that joy is the price we pay for not being shackled.
That's like the story of Sisyphus and the rock that the existentialists were fond of
Nic like the story line and the keys
Tim
Quote from: ODH on Yesterday at 06:09:59 AMThat's like the story of Sisyphus and the rock that the existentialists were fond of
I wasn't familiar with that interpretation of Sisyphus – from Camus, right? (I looked it up. (https://www.sparknotes.com/philosophy/sisyphus/section4/))
Unlike the unstable pressure of social conformity, which can shift unpredictably, the fate of Sisyphus and the shackles on the guy in Baffoussam offer a predictable, stable limitation. I'm also reminded of Viktor Frankl's experience in a death camp, where despite extreme suffering, he found inner freedom by accepting his constraints, choosing his response, and finding meaning in his circumstances. Gosh. I think I'm ready for fascism now.