the following quote comes from another thread, in the everything else section.Boy, that "Sex" song is bad. Goes absolutely nowhere for three and a half minutes.
Oh so wrong, SOoooo wong there Spacewind.
The
lyrics are the best thing about that particular NMA song. Not at all keen about the bassline in it or the Doctor's stint in it
(sounds like Joolz's voice, but don't know for certain... if it isn't her, I apologize). But the
lyrics are just crazy, fcukin' HOT!
Do any of you who float or post here appreciate or love the idea of multiple versions of NMA/JS songs?
In particular songs done a cappella ?
If so, which would you love to see or hear performed in the a cappella style?
Personally, I love the idea of alternate versions, including versions featuring the vocal alone, no accompanying instrumentation. Sometimes songs performed / recorded in the
a cappella style, are able to penetrate / delve even deeper into us, our souls, consciousness, mind's eye, etc., than those with backing music / instrumentation. These kinds of renditions tend to work best when you have potent, blazing, heavily, richly soaked lyrics and amazing pipes - as in vocal chords, vocal capabilities, sensibilities, wonderfully
fantastic voice, and quality of voice
(pitch, tone, cadence, purity, depth, projectability, subtlety, clarity, pronunciation, inflection, etc. etc. etc.). And Mr. Sullivan possesses
all of these qualities / attributes in
spades!
Would be AMAZING if Mr. Sullivan were to revive Sex (TBA),
a cappella though. No crutch(es). No back drop (of instrumentation). Just those slick 'n smooth deeply rich smoldering
pipes the lord almighty / his parents blessed him with. If not live, then on record, at least?
Maybe a b-sides / rarities type release or something? Would definitely make a smokin' HOT track, that's for sure! Well, I certainly believe so, at any rate. Especially if he slowed it down a notch or two.
Only thing is that Mr. Sulllivan would have to feel completely comfortable with the stripped down aspect of it. It's a lot of hard work, I imagine. Everything would rest entirely on the vocal.
Not sure how it'd sound though, now, with that gorgeous gap gone (there's a slight change to his slitherin' 'S's and hard cuttin' 'C's, now). Still, Mr. Sullivan should give it a go, especially when he's alone, in a room with fantastic acoustics, just to see if he feels comfortable enough with it.
Attempting any song
a cappella is very demanding, both physically and mentally. There is absolutely nothing,
nothing, to fall back on. You're up there, at the mic, alone. It's either sink or swim with every second of the song(s). It's probably more naked than actually being naked (if that makes sense to anyone else here), when there's no safety net behind you. But I suppose that's the thrill of the
ride, to performers, singers, etc. though. And if you can manage to overcome the incredible, intense fear aspect of it, the euphoria you could reach could prove to be even more invigorating, enlightening, re-affirming, strengthening - with regards to ones own spirit, mind, body, soul. For a short bit of time, you could touch 'GOD', while in the moment.
If the effort is made though, and the intent is genuine and pure, then the outcome could even have the potential of surpassing the or an original version. Of course, this would heavily depend on a number of factors such as... song, singer, lyrical content, pace, among others things. But I swear, if only Mr. Sullivan believed it too, that he IS more than capable of propelling, lifting, carrying this particular song [Sex (TBA), as only one example] to even further / farther / higher heights, solo, a cappella... then we'd all benefit, including he himself.
The force is very much
alive and
strong in / with
Mr.
Sullivan.
Sex (The Black Angel)
(Sullivan/Morrow/Heaton) 1984
Look at my eyes - you know what it is
I want you, I want you
The way your body moves beneath that dress
And all the nights I've spent away alone in sleeplessness
It's a hunger that we can fill
Racing, racing
And every nerve tingles with it
I want you, I want you
You know the way that I can make you feel
Of all the faces in the crowd, there's only you
Pull down your hair a little
Open up your mouth a little
You're beautiful, you're the best
This feeling that you know oh so well
Your oldest friend from the fires, the fires of hell
And I want you now
Driving down
Driving down
Into the fires
Every stretch and move is like a dream
Eating, biting, scratching
And all there is, is these racing pulses
And the breathing
Forget all the lies that they gave to you
Believe in this 'cause how could this feeling not be true
Driving down
Ummm... on second thought, maybe it'd be best to keep things (musically speaking) nice and safe.
All that said and quoted, truth is, I'm not sure that
I would be strong enough to handle hearing
him,
(well... moreso) seeing
Mr.
Sullivan sing it in a live concert setting, especially to a very small intimate crowd. If I were there in person,
I'd cave!
It
would absolutely terrify me! I am NOT kidding. Ohhh, but then it'd sure be gripping, gobsmacking, blinding and
intense, (to say the least) though!!
Ahhh, sometimes... but only sometimes... the Atlantic
is very much, a true blessing in disguise.
This post was not intended to offend anyone. If it has, I genuinely apologize.
