The beauty and power of rock music
 

cannot be denied. What do you like most about rock music?

floppy boot stomp.

Ahh...

Agression. I see rock as a manifestation of emotion, and "sex" isn't really an emotion.

the farmer screamed and blew the sky off the mountains?

It saves me from being physically aggressive towards certain people.

Indeed.

The floppy boot stomped down into the ground
The farmer screamed 'n blew the sky off the mountains
Eye sockets looked down on the chestbone mountains
'n the sun dropped down, 'n the moon ran off,
His heels 'n elbows pale as chalk
'n all the comets collided 'n blew t' dust
For fear they'd be seen.
'n the sky turned white in the middle of the night
'n the sky turned white in the middle of the night
'n the big floppy boot stomped down into the ground
'n the red violin took the bow
to do the hoodoo hoe-down
'n the red violin took the bow
for to do the hoodoo hoe-down
The farmer jumped in ah circle 'n flung his chalk right down
Do-si-do the devil sho' showed 'n he broke of his horns
'n fiddled him down the road
through the fork
'n the farmer's floppy boot stomped down
Red tail squirmin' and the hot leg kicked
'n the fire leaped 'n licked
And when the boot came up, the fire went out
And hell was just an ice cube melting off on the ground.
And the bold caught down for to do the hoodoo hoedown
And the bold caught down for to do the hoodoo, the devil hoedown
To the fork, huddlin’ in a hollow, standin’ at the crossroads
With that bunged-up bandaged broken bum that fell in the wrong circle
He had a sole red tail – once went red, now was pale
Fe Fi Fo Fum he was summoned up from hell
Booted down a spell
By a square-dancin’ farmer
By a square-dancin’ farmer, well
That old bum was sticking out his thumb
When the farmer drew up, said
"Listen son", and the horse compared his hooves.
"If you fall into my circle again I’ll tan your red hide
And dance you on your tail, and pitch you from now to now
Pitch you from now to now."
And the hotlick kicked, and the fire leaped an’ licked
And the hotlick kicked and the fire just leaped an’ licked
And the hotlick kickin’ an’ the fire jus’ leapin’ an’ lickin’
And the fire leaped and licked.

What is that?

the beauty and power of rock music!

by captain beefheart.

Unfortunately, I have not gotten around to hearing that band yet, cultish though its reputation may be... Could you describe the music to me?

the blues

Like The Year Punk Broke? "This is known as the blues scale"

Well.. it depends on what album you hear..

but the "classic" Beefheart sound kinda sounds like 4 musicians playing completely different songs with a guy reciting poetry in no time signature over top.. yet somehow there are occasional melodies and lots of hooks.. the sound later got weird yet more accessible, then it got too accessible and was boring, then it got weird again, then.. I dunno.

Just, if you get a chance, listen to anything except "unconditionally guranteed" and "bluejeans and moonbeams". It may not register at first -- it didn't with me -- but eventually you'll be hooked.

Everyone from the fall to franz ferdinand seems to like them... :) thanks for the info... Coincedentally, no one voted for sex or; sex.

rock and roll is all about sex, rock literally means sex. for all i know roll means something similar too.

Seriously though, is rock aggression? Punk is rock, and punk is aggression, or so says Primal Scream. I seem to have this feeling that rock is Sex...

Seriously though, rock is death is like the Nick Drake route, right... Or Tom Waits...

Rock is catharsis.
So is sex, really.
It's an umbrella term.
I like to rock.

You Greeks are weird.