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Music Gods I

I'm joining up with Tesco's new music discussion ring, Music Gods. Today, he talks about Tool (more specifically, their guitarist, Adam Jones), so I'll add my two cents.

I've been a big fan of Tool from the beginning (claimed that he was OGT, back in '92,the first EP). I sort of lost touch with them after Salival, but I still listen to the earlier albums often enough to call myself a fan.

Listening to Tool is like opening up all of your emotional baggage at once. The heavy, dirge-like music combined with dark, haunting lyrics combine to take you on a trip through the darkest parts of your soul. Even if you've never done anything wrong in your life, the music will make you feel like you did.

So why listen to it? Because it's cathartic. The resonating rythms, the slow cadence of Maynard's throaty voice - sometimes plaintive, sometimes subtly dangerous - the emotional arrangements and the heaviness that shakes your spirit - it's like going to confession with your stereo.

[side note: The only Tool song I can't listen to is Prison Sex - it's so raw and disturbing that it makes my stomach feel queasy]

For your listening pleasure: Tool - H (lyrics below)

Look for more Music Gods posts each Wednesday.

What's coming through is alive.
What's holding up is a mirror.
But what's singing songs is a snake
Looking to turn this piss to wine.

They're both totally void of hate,
But killing me just the same.

The snake behind me hisses
What my damage could have been.
My blood before me begs me
Open up my heart again.

And I feel this coming over like a storm again.
Considerately.

Venomous voice, tempts me,
Drains me, bleeds me,
Leaves me cracked and empty.
Drags me down like some sweet gravity.

The snake behind me hisses
What my damage could have been.
My blood before me begs me
Open up my heart again.

And I feel this coming over like a storm again.

I am too connected to you to
Slip away, to fade away.
Days away I still feel you
Touching me, changing me,
And considerately killing me.

Without the skin,
Beneath the storm,
Under these tears
The walls came down.

And the snake is drowned and
As I look in his eyes,
My fear begins to fade
Recalling all of those times.

I could have cried then.
I should have cried then.

And as the walls come down and
As I look in your eyes
My fear begins to fade
Recalling all of the times
I have died
and will die.
It's all right.
I don't mind.

I am too connected to you to
Slip away, to fade away.
Days away I still feel you
Touching me, changing me,

And considerately killing me.

Comments

If you can't even listen to Prison Sex, I strongly recommend you never watch the video, which takes every disturbing aspect of the song and cranks it to 11. David Lynch would turn away in horror.

Oh, I've seen it. Gouged my eyes out after.

Tool affects me.

Please read that with a serious and deep inflection on teh word "affects." Lots of music passes through me, or gets my feet tapping or whatever, but Tool moves in, sets up house, and proceeds to beat my mind's children with a wire hanger, then sits around drinking all day until it gets angry enough to start slapping me around.

I worship Tool in a way reserved for the greats. But I can only take it in small, heavy doses. Nothing but tool for two days then no tool for six months.

And yeah...Prison Sex hit home badly. The video sent me on a bender back when it came out. I crawled right inside a half-case of Popoff's and didn't come out for a week and change.

All the videos are twisted... I agree though, Prison Sex is quite disturbing.

If it was not for Tool, I may have never made it through College without taking the life of one of my roomates.

They hated Tool but they somehow knew it was saving their butts.

Welcome to the ring...

i thought i was a wimp for not being able to listen to tool except once in a while. Thanks.

A friend of mine is a big Tool fan. One day he played something for me that I thought was just hilarious. It was a live recording of them reciting some stuff in German, with a pacing and inflection reminicsent of 1940's Nazi rallys. At the end you find out that it was like the instructions from the side of some box, like baking a cake or some such nondescript thing. Point being I guess that the German language can make anything sound sinister if you say it the right way.

AND NO EGGS!