In theory, I should like “Ghost in the Machine” the best of all albums by The Police. It’s got a very eclectic set, some sax, and Stewart Copeland, who is one of my favorite drummers.
But the songs don’t really stick in my head as much as the ones from Synchronicity. So much for overanalyzing.
This song though, is great. (Watch that YouTube video to the end, it has a neat interview with Stewart Copeland.) It’s kind of fuck ed up and not really there… and I think the music fits the lyrics perfectly. I’m not a fan of Carl Jung, or of Freud for that matter. I don’t really care about what either psychoanalyst had to say. Freud did lots of coke though… so you think that a rock band would base lots of their songs on what HE had to say rather than Jung.
Perhaps a concept album called “Tell me about your muzzer.” That’s supposed to be read in a German accent. Muzzer = Mother. Never mind.
I’m really tired and I have a nasty bad fucking headache from the chinook today. There will probably not be any genuinely funny jokes in this post, but feel free to laugh at my predicament.
“HA! when the weather warms up from below freezing, Mike’s head feels like it’s gonna ‘SPLODE!”
I suppose that is funny… from an outside observer.
Fuck you then!
Fuck you all and your ability to not even notice drastic changes in atmospheric pressure!
The album cover for this Police album is supposed to be 3 heads/faces. Andy Summers, Sting, Stewart Copeland.
I don’t see it. Even though I know what it supposed to be hair, nose, mouth, etc, I don’t see 3 faces there. It looks to me like a digital display that has been “invaded by a ghost”. A coworker of mine told me the face story and Wikipedia says it’s so also.
Still can’t see it.
Also, I can never see how there is supposed to be a face on the Moon, or the “Man in the Moon.”
Here’s an assignment for any readers I have of this blog. (I am guessing this is a low number.) Please somehow draw the fucking man on the moon in the above pic for me. Does it have eyes? Is it head-on or profile? Does it look a lot like Bob Hope?
Here’s another digression. I got the complete collection of Monty Python’s Flying Circus shows earlier this week. Zoy! I remember several years ago, I saw the DVD set being offered for around $400. I decided not to go for it at that time, because COME FUCKING ON!
Last week, I saw it on Amazon for $90. Sold! I’m backing it up right now, using AcidRip in Linux. Fine, fine copies it makes, although the interface is very confusing. I still haven’t figured out how to queue jobs.
In any case, this digression leads back to the Song of The Day, because I bought The Police box set back in the early 90s, and that was also a complete collection. Except for live albums. I wonder if the band members hated each other all through their short career. I wonder if they insulted and told each other off upon being introduced.
I imagine Sting saying “Congratulations, Mr. Summers, you’re our new guitarist. I fucking hate you by the way.”
I hope Sting doesn’t sue me.