Cosmic Resonance
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So I was driving home last night and I came up behind this white Toyota Corolla with a giant antenna sticking out the trunk. I noticed the license plate was one of those vanity plates with a picture of an antenna on it. There was also a white vinyl decal of lettering covering the entire upper portion of the rear windshield.
Like, huge vinyl letters. I got close enough at the red light to read it. “The Hangman’s Beautiful Daughter.”
What. OK. Well, it was a long light, so I Googled it.
It’s a musical album. OK. Sure. At that very moment, the album i’d been listening to was ending (the new Fu Manchu, I kind of dug it, but I wasn’t going to just repeat it), so I was like, serendipity. So (did I mention this was a really fucking long red light) I typed it in.
The Incredible String Band. 1968. Scottish psychedelic folk.
I was like, this is super great. This is like, cosmic waves, man. It’s a divine suggestion. I’m going to love this album and it’s going To Speak Deeply to me and like, change my life. Or at least inspire me in some cosmic way.
I mean, it must be real compelling, right? If this ham radio enthusiast had it in like four-inch vinyl letters on his rear windshield?
… You might see where this is going, which I in my suggestible state did not. Now, if you are a Scottish psychedelic folk enthusiast, or a ham radio enthusiast, or a Toyota Corolla enthusiast, or any combination thereof, this is not a dig at you. But. You do, in fact, have very different tastes than I do.
This album was so annoying. I haven’t even made it quite all the way through, I’m really determined to find some kind of meaning in this, or message, or guidance, or whatever, so I’m gonna listen to the whole thing. But.
It’s a sort of nasal droning thin-white-guy vocalist who is often flat, muttering repetitive and sometimes twee statements over randomly fluttering tin whistles whose grace notes go nowhere in particular, and like, harpsichords and shit, I wasn’t ready for that. Although I don’t know what I expected from the words “psychedelic” + “folk”.
It’s peripheral to my jam (honestly? I love folk music) but it very much is not my jam. And so far there’s been no coherent narrative of any kind, let alone any mention of any hangman or his beautiful daughter, which for real is what I was hoping for. (Come on give me a ballad about the hangman’s beautiful daughter and the rad goth shit she’d get up to!)
No. Wikipedia says, “Regarding the title, Mike Heron said at the time: “The hangman is death and the beautiful daughter is what comes after. Or you might say that the hangman is the past twenty years of our life and the beautiful daughter is now, what we are able to do after all these years. Or you can make up your own meaning – your interpretation is probably just as good as ours."”
Oh come on you lazy drug-addled pseudointellectual wanker.
I guess they influenced Led Zeppelin. Which, I guess, if you were looking for a reason to dismiss me entirely, is mostly not to my tastes either, so.
Here, I’m handing this on. Maybe this message was meant for someone else. Take this and go and be inspired by this, uh, whatever this is. I’m going to go through the Related Albums section after the new Fu Manchu release and try to find some meaning there instead. Not that I trust Google Play’s algorithm, they’re kind of shit.
(You’d think, on the surface, psychedelic folk and stoner rock would have something in common, but in my experience they absolutely do not. Stoner metal has a groove, OK, and they adhere to the groove, they don’t twiddle off and leave you hanging and then randomly clap their hands and start playing an Exotic Instrument they’ve just now appropriated from a culture they’ve done only enough research on to get high to.)
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So I was driving home last night and I came up behind this white Toyota Corolla with a giant antenna sticking out the trunk. I noticed the license plate was one of those vanity plates with a picture of an antenna on it. There was also a white vinyl decal of lettering covering the entire upper portion of the rear windshield.
Like, huge vinyl letters. I got close enough at the red light to read it. “The Hangman’s Beautiful Daughter.”
What. OK. Well, it was a long light, so I Googled it.
It’s a musical album. OK. Sure. At that very moment, the album i’d been listening to was ending (the new Fu Manchu, I kind of dug it, but I wasn’t going to just repeat it), so I was like, serendipity. So (did I mention this was a really fucking long red light) I typed it in.
The Incredible String Band. 1968. Scottish psychedelic folk.
I was like, this is super great. This is like, cosmic waves, man. It’s a divine suggestion. I’m going to love this album and it’s going To Speak Deeply to me and like, change my life. Or at least inspire me in some cosmic way.
I mean, it must be real compelling, right? If this ham radio enthusiast had it in like four-inch vinyl letters on his rear windshield?
… You might see where this is going, which I in my suggestible state did not. Now, if you are a Scottish psychedelic folk enthusiast, or a ham radio enthusiast, or a Toyota Corolla enthusiast, or any combination thereof, this is not a dig at you. But. You do, in fact, have very different tastes than I do.
This album was so annoying. I haven’t even made it quite all the way through, I’m really determined to find some kind of meaning in this, or message, or guidance, or whatever, so I’m gonna listen to the whole thing. But.
It’s a sort of nasal droning thin-white-guy vocalist who is often flat, muttering repetitive and sometimes twee statements over randomly fluttering tin whistles whose grace notes go nowhere in particular, and like, harpsichords and shit, I wasn’t ready for that. Although I don’t know what I expected from the words “psychedelic” + “folk”.
It’s peripheral to my jam (honestly? I love folk music) but it very much is not my jam. And so far there’s been no coherent narrative of any kind, let alone any mention of any hangman or his beautiful daughter, which for real is what I was hoping for. (Come on give me a ballad about the hangman’s beautiful daughter and the rad goth shit she’d get up to!)
No. Wikipedia says, “Regarding the title, Mike Heron said at the time: “The hangman is death and the beautiful daughter is what comes after. Or you might say that the hangman is the past twenty years of our life and the beautiful daughter is now, what we are able to do after all these years. Or you can make up your own meaning – your interpretation is probably just as good as ours."”
Oh come on you lazy drug-addled pseudointellectual wanker.
I guess they influenced Led Zeppelin. Which, I guess, if you were looking for a reason to dismiss me entirely, is mostly not to my tastes either, so.
Here, I’m handing this on. Maybe this message was meant for someone else. Take this and go and be inspired by this, uh, whatever this is. I’m going to go through the Related Albums section after the new Fu Manchu release and try to find some meaning there instead. Not that I trust Google Play’s algorithm, they’re kind of shit.
(You’d think, on the surface, psychedelic folk and stoner rock would have something in common, but in my experience they absolutely do not. Stoner metal has a groove, OK, and they adhere to the groove, they don’t twiddle off and leave you hanging and then randomly clap their hands and start playing an Exotic Instrument they’ve just now appropriated from a culture they’ve done only enough research on to get high to.)
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Date: 2018-02-14 03:46 pm (UTC)Toyota Corollas are pretty much the only part of this post I'm attached to, it seems.