Building the ultimate rock EPIC

2. A revving motorcycle.

― fact checking cuz (fcc), Tuesday, 23 March 2004 18:28 (twenty-two years ago)

3. multitracked acapella vocals

― zebedee (zebedee), Tuesday, 23 March 2004 18:30 (twenty-two years ago)

3 1/2 spoken word intro:

I remember everything!
I remember every little thing as if it happened only yesterday.
I was barely 17 and I once killed a boy with a fender guitar.
I don't remember if it was a Telecaster or a Stratocaster,but i do remember
that it had a heart of chrome and a voice like a horny angel.
I don't remember if it was a Telecaster or a Stratocaster, but I do remember
that it wasn't at all easy.
It required the perfect combination of the right powerchords and the precise angle
from which to strike.
The guitar bled for about a week afterwards and the blood was
ooh...
dark and rich like wild berries.
The blood of the guitar was Chuck Berry red!
The guitar bled for about a week afterwards and it rung out beautifully ,
and I was able to play notes that I had never even heard before.
So I took my guitar and I smashed it against the wall!!
I smashed it against the floor!!
I smashed it against the body of a varsity cheerleader!!
I smashed it against the hood of a car
I smashed it agianst a 1981-Harley Davidson...
The Harley howled in pain, the guitar howled in heat!
I ran up the stairs to my parents bedroom
Mommy and Daddy were sleeping in the moonlight
slowly I opened the door creeping in the shadows right up to the foot of the bed
I raised my guitar high above my head and just as I was
about to bring the guitar crashing down upon the center of the bed
my father woke up screaming:
"stop...wait a minute..stop it,boy"
"what do you think you're doing???
That's no way to treat an expensive musical instrument"
And I said "god damn it, daddy!!!
You know I love you....."
"BUT YOU GOT A HELL OF A LOT TO LEARN ABOUT ROCK AND ROLL!!!!!"

― Pashmina (Pashmina), Tuesday, 23 March 2004 18:32 (twenty-two years ago)

That ain't the way "The Number of the Beast" begins.

― Ned Raggett (Ned), Tuesday, 23 March 2004 18:32 (twenty-two years ago)

(so was this qn inspired by the mojo 100?)

― zebedee (zebedee), Tuesday, 23 March 2004 18:34 (twenty-two years ago)

Swooshy ambient synth pad build-up.

― nickalicious (nickalicious), Tuesday, 23 March 2004 18:36 (twenty-two years ago)

(so was this qn inspired by the mojo 100?)

No, it was Dr C's comments here.

― Billy Dods (Billy Dods), Tuesday, 23 March 2004 18:40 (twenty-two years ago)

Cymbal washes about here. Last one melds into a ding-ding-ding on the bell of the ride cymbal. Three times. No, four. No, three.

― Rick Massimo (Rick Massimo), Tuesday, 23 March 2004 20:17 (twenty-two years ago)

repetitive slow arpeggiated guitar line

― the surface noise (electricsound), Tuesday, 23 March 2004 22:19 (twenty-two years ago)

distant pennywhistle trills

― Curt1s St3ph3ns, Tuesday, 23 March 2004 23:36 (twenty-two years ago)

Holy fuck, you guys are recreating the last A Silver Mount Zion album almost to a tee.

― Barry Bruner (Barry Bruner), Tuesday, 23 March 2004 23:47 (twenty-two years ago)

I remember everything!
I remember every little thing as if it happened only yesterday.
I was barely 17 and I once killed a boy with a fender guitar.
I don't remember if it was a Telecaster or a Stratocaster,but i do remember
that it had a heart of chrome and a voice like a horny angel.
I don't remember if it was a Telecaster or a Stratocaster, but I do remember
that it wasn't at all easy.
It required the perfect combination of the right powerchords and the precise angle
from which to strike.
The guitar bled for about a week afterwards and the blood was
ooh...
dark and rich like wild berries.
The blood of the guitar was Chuck Berry red!
The guitar bled for about a week afterwards and it rung out beautifully ,
and I was able to play notes that I had never even heard before.
So I took my guitar and I smashed it against the wall!!
I smashed it against the floor!!
I smashed it against the body of a varsity cheerleader!!
I smashed it against the hood of a car
I smashed it agianst a 1981-Harley Davidson...
The Harley howled in pain, the guitar howled in heat!
I ran up the stairs to my parents bedroom
Mommy and Daddy were sleeping in the moonlight
slowly I opened the door creeping in the shadows right up to the foot of the bed
I raised my guitar high above my head and just as I was
about to bring the guitar crashing down upon the center of the bed
my father woke up screaming:
"stop...wait a minute..stop it,boy"
"what do you think you're doing???
That's no way to treat an expensive musical instrument"
And I said "god damn it, daddy!!!
You know I love you....."
"BUT YOU GOT A HELL OF A LOT TO LEARN ABOUT ROCK AND ROLL!!!!!"
^whats that from?^

― hannah floyd, Monday, 12 April 2004 20:12 (twenty-two years ago)