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This is a song i wrote a couple of years ago
with the great genius of darkest Hollywood:Phil Spector.And it's a song
based on my extremely boring and pathetic life at Westmont High School in
Montreal.It's called Memories |
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The next song is one of my least significant
songs. In it I have placed as though it were data in a tiny time capsule
which is fired at a distant star and actually dissolves in the colder
reaches of Space, far before its ultimate destination......In this tiny song I
have placed all the irrelevant material concerning my extremely dismal
adolescence. It is a song called "Memories". |
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It brings me from the exulted and sublime
considerations of these musicians and technicians to an extremely banal
experience which I have put into a song frozen like a fly in amber and somewhat
less important. But this is a song into which I've placed my most banal
adolescent recollections and I think this song will probably live forever. It's
called "Memories." |
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Long time ago, in my distant middle age, I sat down with Phil Spector on a
mahogany piano bench and collaborated with him, one of the most dismal periods of my entire creative
life. I wrote a song into which I have placed my most banal adolescent recollections. A song of profound and abiding irrelevance, which will
probably last forever. Oh, how I long for the day when upon these shabby
balustrades of the "Concertgebouw", you will erase one of the
lesser names of Wagner, of Stravinsky and in its place, in bright and shiny
gold letters, inscribe the name...(laughs). Forgive me great gods of music.
I am but a tiny worm groveling in the bright illumination of your memories.
That reminds me the name of the tune, it's called "Memories." |
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Oh, put away your hands for a moment. It is
for us the honour to play for a nation of such beautiful women and
such brave men. It is our honour. Unfortunately, for my last song, I must
offend your deepest sensibilities with an entirely irrelevant and vulgar
ditty that I wrote some time ago with another Jew in Hollywood, where
there are many. This is a song in which I have placed my
most irrelevant and banal adolescent recollections.I humbly ask you for
your indulgence. As I look back to the red acne of my adolescence,
to the unmanageable desire of my early teens, to that time when every
woman shone like the eternal light above the altar place and
I myself, was always on my knees before some altar, unimaginably more
quiescent, potent, powerful and relevant than anything I could ever command.
I speak of nothing less than womanhood, that elusive butterfly.... |
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A song that I wrote with the great R'n'R
master by the name of Phil Spector. A delightful chap. You really get to
know him, you really did get to know him. And I had a Walther PPK. He had
a just an ordinary 45. He flatted out on Sunset Boulevard. He got the
tapes. He mixed them all alone. I think he was right. In this song we
placed all our most irrelevant and banal adolescent recollections. It was
everything that I learned in High School. One foot note : there is a
singer mentioned in the first line of the first verse, the singer Frankie
Laine. He's to be remembered for his stellar rendition of
"Jezebel". Also for his sense of interpretation of "Swamp
Girl". That song has the memorable refrain, "That's where my
swamp girl lies". Many's the time these words come rushing to my
mind. There's another song of his :"Black Lace" : "Lady
beware, every time that you wear lace, black lace". Very good song.
There is a better known : "Mule Train", with the authentic
cracking of bull hide whips. Mule train. So the Frankie Laine referred to
in the very first two words of this song is the very Frankie Laine, the
very Frankie Laine whose liver I have to describe. |
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Dutch single of "Memories" |
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