My annual review of what I’ve most enjoyed listening to during the last 12 months, and my albums of the year.
My albums of 2017
Category: Music
Concerts, albums, music, guitar… music! You know! MUSIC!
Queen—All Dead, All Dead (with Freddie Mercury vocals)
Queen’s News of the World (1977) album turned 40 years old this year. I was five years old when it came out. It would be six or seven years more until Queen were firmly on my radar, and so would begin a lifelong love of the band.
To celebrate the anniversary of the album’s release, Queen are releasing a box set on Friday 17 November that includes a number of recently unearthed out-takes and rarities.
Among the rarities is this hybrid version of “All Dead, All Dead” (side 1, track 4) featuring alternative lyrics and vocals from Freddie Mercury.
What I didn’t realise, all these years of listening to the song, is that the song was written by Brian May about the death of his childhood cat.
It’s a beautiful song, even if does have the ‘wrong’ lyrics.
The box set is released on Friday 17 November costing £109.99.
Martin Eric Ain (1967–2017) RIP
Rest in peace, Martin Eric Ain.
PREVIEW: Krysthla—Peace in our Time (2017)
This evening I previewed the forthcoming album Peace In Our Time (2017) by British five-piece metal masters Krysthla.
Like their debut, this album is amazing. And like their debut, I also gave this 100%.
I fully intend to see them live on their UK tour in May. Who’s with me?
Driving towards the daylight
More than any other, this song by Joe Bonamassa has been the soundtrack to 2016 for me.
Driving towards the daylight
Em7 G D C/G
Look upon a mountain,
waitin’ on a train.
Baby I know what’s wrong,
and it’s still happening.
Waiting on my destiny,
learning from my abilities.
Who was wrong and
who was right and
do we even know why we are fighting?
So take your eyes off of me
and look upon the churning sea.
Driving towards the daylight,
running from the midnight,
trying to get my way home.
Running from the spotlight,
trying to find the daylight,
trying to get back home.
Rusty strings on my old guitar,
speaks volumes of who you are.
So never did I think it was you
It was me, one of the chosen few
Who will it be, oh the next time?
Hopefully one with more sense of mind.
So where did you go?
Always will see,
it’s a story of you and me.
Driving towards the daylight,
running from the midnight,
trying to get my way home.
Running from the spotlight,
trying to find the daylight,
trying to get back home.
Guitar solo
Driving towards the daylight,
running from the midnight,
trying to get my way home.
Running from the spotlight,
trying to find the daylight,
trying to get my way home.
Driving towards the daylight,
running from that midnight,
trying to get my way home.
Running from the spotlight,
trying to find the daylight,
trying to get my way home.