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Memories 7: For Whom The Bell Tolls "It's alright man, it's just that to me, it sounds really..." "Really what?" "...furry." Uriel began to laugh and looked me in the eye. "Okay, what the fuck does that mean?" My hands made vague, half unfinished motions in the air as I tried to capture a sensation into words. "Well...take the guitar work in a lot of Symphony X songs. They're crisp and clean. They have a very sharp ending sound and there's no doubt of exactly when a note ends. Now you go into Metallica and like...there's a lot of furry guitar work in the background, sort of bass-ish but not quite. I fnd that it tends to drown out the guitar that SHOULD be at the front, carrying the melody." "Okay man, I have no idea what you're talking about. Where did you listen to the songs? On your computer?" I nodded. "Yeah, last night on my computer speakers and on the bus ride home yesterday and back to school today." He thought for a moment before unplugging his massive headphones from his discman and passing them to me. "Just listen to ONE song with my headphones and I swear that it'll sound better than before." With a sigh, I commence with the business of exchanging my plugs with his and listen. "What song are you making me listen to?" I ask. "For Whom The Bell Tolls." He responded. "Shutup and listen." Listening to the song from start to finish, I can't really hear any real difference as when I'd heard it before. The background guitar was still emitting the same furry sound as before and the higher notes were drowned out in its guttural roar. Eventually, the song finishes and I pull off his headphones to meet his raised eyebrow with a shake of my head. "Still sounds the same man." What he said next stays in my mind. He seems flabbergasted, as if someone had just sucker punched him in the stomach. It's like I told him that the best baby food in the world was rat poison. Almost sputtering now, his hands stretch out to me beseechingly. "But...but, the bell tolls for thee...bitch! The. Bell. Tolls. For. Thee!!" That cracked up the group of us sitting there...a mix of middle english and a nice, contemporary swear word was perfectly jarring to the ear. |