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Subject: Depends what you are trying to get out of the music. - [Edit Post] 0 0
For Kashmir you really have 3 main things to it. You have the mysticism in the lyrics. You have the orchestra like music. And the last thing that I'm struggling to justify is having some sort of foreign sound or origination. Not that I'm an expert, but to me a lot of what you hear in Kashmir can be pulled from classical music where you get some aggressive haunty violin or cello parts and such.
Anyway it's an interesting mix, but I would in no way try to compare this song to any song of NIN's simply because they aren't the same in purpose and intent. But I would say that U2's "Mysterious Ways" would be a fairer comparison. It's kind of got that foreign sound, not as much orchestra sounding as Kashmir, and the lyrics are kind of spiritual/mysticism. U2's song is a softer tone I think, and a more common/typical structure, where as Kashmir is not.
To me NIN is a lot like Tyler Durden. The Narrator has built/created a life around things that have imprisoned them and made their life unbearable. Tyler is the force of destruction, introspection, and rebellion, to challenge those things. Like March of the Pigs , Wish , Mr. Self Destruct or Gave Up are all great songs that capture and convey a very primal/raw form of aggression musically, but lyrically challenges us to not accept things as they are from a societal perspective and a personal perspective about ourselves.
That's my opinion anyway. :)
A song I would compare to Kashmir would be a song from Tool. It's about the same length, it's not structured like a typical song, the music is unique, though not very orchestra sounding, and lyrically is mysticism and philosophical. Though I guess I wouldn't head bang to this or anything. :)
I have come curiously close to the end, down
Beneath my self-indulgent pitiful hole,
Defeated, I concede and
I may find comfort here
I may find peace within the emptiness
It's calling me...
And in my darkest moment, fetal and weeping
The moon tells me a secret - my confidant
As full and bright as I am
This light is not my own and
A million light reflections pass over me
Its source is bright and endless
She resuscitates the hopeless
Without her, we are lifeless satellites drifting
And as I pull my head out I am without one doubt
Don't wanna be down here soothing my narcissism.
I must crucify the ego before it's far too late
I pray the light lifts me out
Before I pine away.
So crucify the ego, before it's far too late
To leave behind this place so negative and blind and cynical,
And you will come to find that we are all one mind
Capable of all that's imagined and all conceivable.
Just let the light touch you
And let the words spill through
And let them pass right through
Bringing out our hope and reason...
before we pine away.
But as I said, I wouldn't be like "OH MY F***ING GOD!!!! THIS IS AWESOME!!! TURN IT UP! THE CALL MUST GO FORTH!!!! PEOPLE MUST KNOOOOOWWWW!!!! RAWRRRR! RAHHHHHHH!!!!"
*followed by 10 minutes of synchronized head banging*
that would be this song...
“I have a foreboding of an America in my children’s or my grandchildren’s time — when the United States is a service and information economy; when nearly all the key manufacturing industries have slipped away to other countries; when awesome technological powers are in the hands of a very few, and no one representing the public interest can even grasp the issues; when the people have lost the ability to set their own agendas or knowledgeably question those in authority; when, clutching our crystals and nervously consulting our horoscopes, our critical faculties in decline, unable to distinguish between what feels good and what’s true, we slide, almost without noticing, back into superstition and darkness. The dumbing down of America is most evident in the slow decay of substantative content in the enormously influential media, the 30-second sound bites (now down to 10 seconds or less), lowest common denominator programming, credulous presentations on pseudoscience and superstition, but especially a kind of celebration of ignorance.” -Carl Sagan 1995