Roy Harper- The Same Old Rock (REACTION & REVIEW)
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Mostly you bought the rock for the booklet that came with it. It was a charmingly humorous guide on how to care for your new pet. Rather clever actually.
I had one for awhile. Until he ran off to return to the desert to live his authentic life with his own kind. I am happy to report he found a nice sedimentary sweetheart and established a lovely garden with his prodigious progeny.
By the way if you didn’t know, a pretty unknown guitarist guests stars on this song… jimmy page lol
Roy Harper has been a big part of my musical upbringing. His guitar work, singing & sometimes biting lyrics grabbed a hold on my heart. I have seen him many times. Try his "I Hate The White Man" or "How Does It Feel" for the sheer passion, "Tom Tiddlers Ground" or "East Of The Sun" for gentler beautiful songs.
Actually I just found this from Roy himself responding to a music critic ----…………. The first half of the introduction, (‘All along the ancient wastes the thin reflections spin, that gather all the times and tides at once we love within, that build the edges round the shrouds that cloud the setting sun, and carry us to other days, and other days to one..), where the scene for the song is set, speaks about human emotion in the huge context of love, life, portent and culture being handed down from antiquity. The second half of that intro attempts to bring that general thought down to the personal; from plural to singular, from general human to personal being ‘….and full the single stillness of the mirror that is made, by each and every one of all the colours in a shade, inside each eye is sitting like the sword inside the blade, and longs for once upon a chance to open love’s cascade, for here we stand, hand to hand, fighting for the promised land’.
These two verses, put together as they are, attempt a poetic analogy of a movement in time and scale, of vision and awareness in humanity, for peace and rationale; added to which, the old English way of making a sword, by repeatedly folding the metal in on itself under intense heat, is so personal and so exacting a process as to provide another fitting analogy to the singularity of individual vision that comprises general human awareness. The sword inside the blade. The actual innate sword inside the personal blade. The eternal sword inside the mortal blade. But this lyric has even more than that going for it; it also has unspoken movement, it says “Ready”, which you can think of as an admirable trait within the human character. The sword inside the blade is always “ready”. The sharp eye is motivated. Mirrored in billions. In its most perfect readiness it sits, in the socket, in the sheath, relaxed, in permanent readiness. Ready to see. Ready to defend. Ready to strike. Ready to make peace. Ready to own up. Ready to become a better human. As ready, as sharp as the inner eye that guides it. For good or ill, but hopefully, in this instance, for more treaty and understanding among the unthinking superstitious. Among the multitudes of armed religious antipathists, that they may eventually be able to recognize a different expression of humanity other than one that breeds war and boasts submission to dogma. There are different cadences of meaning here. To attempt to explain them all in this place would be fruitless. Suffice to say that there are the historical, philosophical, moral, metaphysical, political and, at the end, among many, even the hopeful………….. Most poets hope to achieve work that says more than the sum of its words. One of the first things that you get to know when you start to work with words is that all they can really be are indicators. At which point, you’re out on your own limb. As most of us know, the human capacity to abstract its own world works outside of the constraint of mere words. ………….make of it what you will.
Hats of Roy legend
Dear Justin, just wait till you get to "Me and My Woman" which takes it to yet another level. I don't have the words to express how much I love this album which I discovered 50 years ago. I don't know if it is my No1 favourite album (there are so many I love) but it certainly is the most beautiful one. One man, his guitar, his voice and a remarkable talent for writing music and poetry.
One of the best (mostly) acoustic songs ever. So moody and atmospheric
Whenever I caught Roy live
It was a revelation!
The Man, a force of nature!
Doesn't matter how stoned he was (we all were)
Without fail he always conjured up a Transcendental Sonic Storm!!!...
A great video! You really captured instantly the nuances in this wonderful song. Then brilliantly conveyed what is describes musically and emotionally, very enjoyable and a massive thumbs up.
Great words JP for a great track, big thumbs.
So great to see you reacting to more Harper. Such an acquired taste but so worth acquiring. I am vey excited for you to finish Stormcock and get a taste of the rest.
Roy Harper, nice. Big influence on Page and Plant.
Finally - Roy Harper!
This was his masterpiece
Not sure if this has been mentioned, but the guest guitarist on this song "S. Flavius Mercurius" is, in fact, Jimmy Page (who because of legal issues between labels had to be incognito).
i have this on vinyl still...
Beneath the Brine was one of the first videos I watched on JPMP. It’s been on a playlist ever since! I’ve been following you ever since, too!
The new "lock" is religion. This is the singer being presented with yet another new religion. "And you try to warn me that there's only one combination." And you try to tell me, on top of that, that there's only one God. One new sling (a new religion) the same old rock (the same message, the same rules, the same warnings, the same hatred, the same violence, the same unhappiness, and all the other things that come with religion.).
Roy gave an interview where he told the story of meeting Jimmy Page for the first time (at the Bath Festival in 1970):
‘This guy had come up to me earlier on and said, "You know your album, Sophisticated Beggar? Can you play that instrumental, Blackpool?" So I played it. He said, "Great, fantastic, thanks," and walked away, and all I thought was, "That guy's pants are too short for him." Later in the day, this band [Led Zeppelin] came on stage. I looked at the guitarist and realised it was him. I didn't know much about Jimmy Page at the time, it was just a name. I was surprised to find that he was a fan of mine.”
And I have to agree that “Blackpool” is a “great, fantastic” song. It is one of my favorites, along with “One for All” (check out the phenomenal live-in-studio performance video from 1969).
Also, Roy has a son named Nick Harper, who rivals his dad’s talents. His song “The Magnificent G7”, from his first release in 1998, is chills down the spine beautiful.
I went to a Nick Harper gig next to the Millennium Stadium in 98. I have since misplaced the CD i bought that night, but whenever i hear his name i recall his guitar playing technique which involved playing oscillating notes by turning the machine heads mid-song.
The songs themselves were certainly decent attempts at deciphering the meaning of liff in the late 90s, but my dedication to Stephen Duffy and Jackie Leven at the time meant that no amount of guitar gymnastics could elevate him to super singer songwriter status, for me personally that is.
(Much like this song on this video actually.)
I've posted a long list of recommended Roy Harper tracks in comments on previous videos. If you like this one you will love those.
I can hear remarkable similarities with Ian Anderson's acoustic work.
Nice reaction.... Harper was an inspiration!
How about doing another epic with a J Page guest appearance? Al Stewart’s Love Chronicles…🤔👍
Not going to be a long comment, too sick this week to wax poetic! Simply wanted to say thanks for the acoustic side of things. Croce & Harper sooth the soul and stimulate the grey matter! Peace & health, respect & wealth to you. Could not help myself sometimes the words, they spew!
Well you said you were looking at the personnel and I'm not sure where, but I'm surprised you didn't bring up at all the fact that the lead guitar is provided by one Jimmy Page , who was, by all accounts, really having a good acoustic guitar year in 1971.
As per the lyrics, they tap into Harper's anarchist ideology, made really clear in his "for fear that good is something bad is not". The chorus makes me think of the theory that private property is inherently theft: you get given a brand new lock, but see there is, once again, only one combination. So it's about something that isn't supposed to be shared, which is primordial violence in his views. Hence the "one new sling, the same old rock".
I cannot wait to see you react to Me And My Woman, the crowning jewel of this fantastic album. And then it will be time for McGoohan's Blues, One Of Those Days in England pts 2-10, When An Old Cricketer Leaves The Crease, etc.
Lots of gems in Roy's discography.
Afternoon, Justin, Dave from Blighty. You playing songs like this is One Good Reason I tune in most days. It's a long time since I've heard this but isn't it Jimmy Page playing at the end? It's long, sure, but I really like this Dylanesque song, sung much better than the Bobster imho! It also reminds me of another emotional song like Life in a Bottle you played yesterday. It's When An Old Cricketer Leaves The Crease, another by Roy, and a metaphor for life and death, and often played at English funerals over the years.
P.S. my song ref One Good Reason is by Paul Carrack.
As you would expect , if @Jfergs dislikes it……….I LOVE IT. I am happy to listen to albums back to back of that acoustic guitar and the folk prog vibe. Plus unlike Dylan, Roy can actually sing.
But I did like it... well, for about 4.5 mins anyway 🙂
Enjoy your reactions
After seeing how you appreciated this incredible piece of music by Roy
You should check this out
'Roy Harper and Jimmy Page at St Ives hotel 1984' playing this song to an audience of 30 people, its wonderful!!...
Thanks Antony!
Sang on Pink Floyd have a cigar ?
Roy's words are all about imagery that you yourself find in the lyrics... I think anyway... Especially in the majority of his longer songs... This track is very reminiscent of the sort of playing you get from him live... (Only managed to see him 6 times). I been listening to this song and this album for 45 years and I still get goosebumps... I do hope you are listening to him still in the far distant future. Keep on rocking.
Pet rocks are all very well but you beed to remember that a rock is for life and not just for Christmans!
I think this song certainly in the middle is referring to John the Baptist. ( a preacher who did not feel the pain and was destined to lose his head- literally) I feel Roy is saying that it was Christianity that was fanning the flames of war and the brand new lock is a new religion that is presented as different but will have the same violent effect on its followers. The song is essentially anti- religious (not just Christianity but all of them).
Roy used to have a pet rock.. that's what this song is about! In truth, pet rocks were a thing in the late seventies in America. It was a rock with googly eyes and came with an adoption certificate. You couldn't walk them though.
The Pet Rock was a gag. If people took them for walks them they were just playing along with the gag. Roy's voice is so familiar. Apparently he was very influential. I see he played skiffle when he was young. IIRC so did Lennon/McCartney among others, being their introduction into blues. Hmmm... quite a good guitarist apparently (or someone is). Spanish influences in that guitar work.
A brilliant song. I'm not sure why it's basically unknown.
I’m still in my monochromatic period for a section of my artwork.
Another facet of my work hits the viewer with almost neon colors. They’re meant to be exhibited together. The point is to wallop you with color after getting used to black, white and grays.
Now, if I can only finish them…
Never bought a pet rock, too silly for me. No Chia pet either.
I have enough crap.
Enjoyed this one.
What is monochromatic? In a musical context, it sounds like an oxymoron.
@@jaybird4093
A single color can be used but, I’m just using tones black, grays and white. Guess gray is the base and darker and lighter versions, tones of that.
Hmmm, that’s interesting.
@@-davidolivares When I think of chromatic in music, I think of the chromatic scale. It is a 12 note scale that consists of all the notes within an octave. If you play an open string on a guitar and then play a note on each fret going up to the neck until you get to the 12th fret, which has two dots, that’s a chromatic scale. Mono doesn’t really go with chromatic, at least the way I interpret it.
@@-davidolivares I think it’s great that you have a creative outlet. I like reading your updates. My son “commissioned” me to write a piece of music for solo cello. I haven’t tried to write music in about 20 years. I came up with around 10 ideas that I was happy with. The challenge is developing them. I suppose I could combine some, throw them into a generic template, and push out a pop tune but that’s not what I want to do. To approach a musical idea like Bach is really hard to do and would require a lot of thought, reflection, and revision. I’m not sure if I have the self-discipline or talent to create something that I’d be really happy with.
@@jaybird4093
I’ve pretty much given up trying to be pleased with something, I just do my best and I can’t fault myself for not reaching the impossible. I am who I am at this point and hopefully in the future I’ll be a bit better.
A finished decent song is better than not trying a brilliant one.
Good luck with it. :)
I had a friend who had a pet rock, once, long, long, long ago. She was called Goldie. Someone painted blonde hair on her once upon a time. She was a very big rock - quite difficult to move around if she was getting in the way.
I wonder what became of my friend. (He abandoned Goldie, in the end. Just left her there when they let us go home at last, but that doesn't make him a disgusting human being. I mean she was a rock, after all. Rocks love to be abandoned. Rocks aren't like puppies bought as if they're toys, and then dumped when they turn out to be inconvenient real people.) He was a great guy, actually. Had his "wings", but got kicked out of the "Parabats" for being too disobedient. He expected to reason why, not to just do or die, as the old saying doesn't go. We would be sent off to carry telephone poles outbound to Nowhere, and then back to (basically Nowhere, too) just for being the scum of the Earth, and all of us would cry, and wail, and tear our hair, but he would laugh, and joke, and make fun of the corporal, and enjoy the nice little jog, and also help everyone who needed help, and so drive the corporal crazy.
I had a pet, too. A cat. A very territorially bound cat. Take her two steps beyond the roofed area, in the direction of the diesel pumps, and she'd start going crazy, fight her way free, run away, go hide in her secret place deep under the warehouse floors, where the mouse lived, and sulk for a few days. (I'm busy constructing a good excuse here, but it's nevertheless true.) She would go under there to go and catch The Mouse most nights. Late. She'd wait for me to fall asleep, first. (After first doing several bouts of hopping onto the foot of the bed, human wakes up, human falls back asleep, walk up the bed and go stare at human, purring as loudly as possible, human wakes up, human moves cat to floor, human goes back to sleep. Several times that. Another purring technique was to lie about half way down the bed, and purr loud enough for it to rumble through the mattress, and wake human up. And then the bloody Mouse! She would vanish under the floors, go catch The Mouse, and then bring him back up into the office where human nested. The Mouse would scream, "Murder!! Murder!!!, Murder!!!" in a very high pitched mouse voice (the voice mice use for screaming in terror with). Cat would walk around workshop in the dark, carrying the terrible sound around with her. Human would lie there thinking that's just how cats are. And thinking please just kill the poor thing, now. And cat would carry the screams of murder all over the dark until human finally grabbed a boot from next to the bed, threw it a bit violently at the screams. Human was quite accurate with that boot. Instead of the steel sound you get when you hit the filing cabinet, most of the time there would be the soft sound you get when a boot hits a cat. And the screaming would stop.
And then she would wait for human to start to fall asleep, land on the foot of the bed with a heavy plop. Wake up. Fall back asleep. Purr purr purr ...
Now if you're wondering why I tell every tiny little detail of the story like this, you've obviously forgotten about the Good Excuse I was building back there. I abandoned her there.
I hope my successor was patient with a very fussy eater. (I had to steal food for her, and half the time she'd just look at it, look at me as if to say, "OK interesting, but where's my bloody food?" so back to that store room and the prospect of being made to carry heavy things around as if in a hurry (fair enough asking us to carry the stuff, but why run? I mean we're just going from Nowhere to Nowhere, and back to Nowhere, anyway ...) She probably ended up OK. She was a cat, after all.
After all that I should give you a link, hey? Maybe just be like a cat that wants company at precisely the hour that its human turns sleepy, and just post the one to *Jitterbug - junior is a* again. I mean it is one of the most beautiful things ever made by a human being, after all, even if it can take a few iterations to get one's ear warped around it. czcams.com/video/bmxNKMO2kjA/video.html
I should add that I enjoyed the song. Serendipitously (I think) it has some connection to Jitterbug, too, which adds to the delight. (That said, Jitterbug has deliberately sought out nonsense lyrics - carefully chosen for maximal ludicrosity from English as She is Spoke.)
This English as She is Spoke: ia802605.us.archive.org/22/items/englishassheissp00applrich/englishassheissp00applrich.pdf
Interesting vocals. Kind of a combination of David Bowie, Bob Dylan, and Al Stewart. Nice effects and backing vocals.
Ps, my pet rock just loved belly rubs.
Edit: The rock may be a reference to the biblical “rock of ages”. A seemingly solid foundation upon which you can build your life.
In a country that bought Zima, they also bought Pet Rocks. And it wasn't even like the rocks were out of the ordinary, just plain old rocks that gullible people spent money on.
Wasn't awful. I let it play as background sound while I did something else. It may be all you say. I am terrible at first listens . I never catch the lyrics first go.
As a contrasting slab of genre busting early 21st century rockery , please play Wales’ pride & joy: “Slow Life” by Super Furry Animals (SFA OK)
Alternatively, “ a design for Life” by Manic Street Preachers (the Manics/MSP)
Both under 5 minutes but full of wot makes life so absorbing !
This? I’m with Jfergs regarding it’s looseness and meandering oblique fluidity
possibly because it’s now 2022 and i need to wake up- - - - - - - - stay awake- - - - -
& F O C U S
more efficiently - - - - as opposed to tune out and drop off
Great fun though. As always. ThankYou!
Save some room near the top for Me and My Woman, dude
The 1970s were great...
it could have been nice concentrated on three or four minutes, but on twelve... sorry, not for me !
Not just me then, harrah...
@@jfergs.3302 Since just like you I'm not focused on the lyrics and this track lasts indefinitely for few twists, there's something that's hard to digest !
@@Katehowe3010 The trouble is that I'm not fond of poetry !
@@a.k.1740 I don’t pay attention to lyrics, either, so I’m with you on that. I like sounds, not words.
@@jaybird4093 Yes, I consider the voice as another instrument, not as a support for words.
I've never seen the appeal of this guy, But hey ho. I liked this because it didn't have a like yet, which was odd.
Edit: mystery solved, my browser was being weird and not updating.
@@Katehowe3010 so I'm told, but he's not for me. Too much pureness, I need my folky drug to be cut!
@@Katehowe3010 will do. 🙃
Ok so Valentine is an excellent album so far, nice concise writing. If I have two gripes it's that 1) the mood is pretty down throughout, so I'd need to be in that zone to really appreciate the vibe, and 2) man he sings out of tune a lot, which I find hard to deal with. Pretty damn good music, though.
@@Katehowe3010 well some of the stuff on that album isn't a million miles from some of my old folky-tinged acoustic tunes, so there is overlap.
Interesting intro, and then some nice runs, fills, etc in and out, but too much 'same ol'... There's only so much jangly guitar a man can take (even when Page is in on it), I mean, does this guy not do normal length songs. I was ok for the first 4 to 5 mins, but dragging this dirge to nearly 13 borders on abuse.
Its all about the lyrics.
One of the best guitarists. Dirge. ?????
@@paulcollins5586 Yeah, that's the problem... I've never really been a 'lyrics' guy. I want to be dazzled by the music, and if he's a story to tell then he should write a book, or epic poem 🙂
@@paulcollins5586 I'd consider this a dirge. It's not an insult, dirge is a type, style, of music. A slow, mournful, almost funereal number.
Local News story:
Man takes his own life by playing too much 12 string guitar… too much jangle they said. Found with a smile on his face. What a way to go.
Roy's not much into organised religion - a lot of his lyrics are pretty apposed to these organisations
Now we are talking justin if roy is an aquired taste if so im glad ive got it ,seen him loads never dissapoints totally underatted guitarist 🏴🌍🫂