Riding into work this morning I happened across the song Lady, by Styx.
It may be the weirdest love song ever. The lyrics are very appropriate for a nice ballad, but the arrangement would make John Phillip Sousa proud. It's crazily martial.
The song starts off mellow, but once you get to the synthesizer ZING that kicks it into gear, World War III breaks out.
And Lady is no Mr Roboto.
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Domo arigato
Without having read much about the band, they appear to me to be a group of guys riding the wave of "concept" arena rock, thinking their themes were of so much more importance then they actually were.
Trying to turn a ballad into an epic. I guess that's what Longfellow did, but he didn't use synthesizers.
Styx had two albums that attempted something thematic, "Paradise Theatre" and "Mr. Roboto." I recall the liner notes attempted a story that included the Japanese, neo-Nazis, a rebel with a guitar, a closing theater, I dunno, other stuff. Remember "The Best of Times"? That was them.
I almost included Mr. Roboto on Pac Man's iPod, but I thought that I would hear too much bitchin'.
As it is, you got just the right amount of bitchin'.
Well said brother!
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