Wednesday, November 21, 2007

procol harum whiter shade of pale

procol harum whiter shade of pale
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His has gotta be the only name like that: Procol Harum. I'm still trying to figure out what is the song's all about. Is it about Vietnam war? I just like the solo on the Hammond keyboard. Sarah Brightman and Annie Lennox sing this too but it's not the same as the original

posted by Bergen at 10:48 AM

5 Comments:

Blogger Unknown said...

One of my favourites. A real classic.

11:02 AM  
Blogger tokasid said...

Salam bergen:

When I first heard it in the late 80s( yes I was a late bloomer),the namesake I thought was a band group.
Like che'gu said, its a classic.
TQ for sharing.

12:29 PM  
Blogger Tigress said...

Hi there,

The background music's actually from Bach - Air on G String, so it is classical. My piano teacher used to whip my knuckles hard with a wooden ruler for not getting the chords right. The thick, heavy books you were referring to before could have been handy for me. To use on her. Then. LOL!

12:37 PM  
Blogger cakapaje said...

Salam bro,

Yeah...now only the grass is missing! Beautiful piece should always be accompanied with 'beautiful' thoughts...aaaah. Ok, enough jabbering.

On a serious note, a lady tried - and the word is 'tried' - to put her rendition across a couple of years ago; thankfully, she did not succeed.

Hey, I'm no sexist but do think this is a guy's song, that's all.

Apologies! Just need to exercise my mind whilst writing this piece for a client. But bro, thank you :)

2:59 PM  
Blogger Bergen said...

Kata Tak Nak: Ain't no doubt about it, sir.

Tokasid: I first heard Joe Cocker sang it and I thought it was his, until I heard this one in the middle of the desert on Aramco radio. Like you, I'm a late bloomer too, doc. LOL.

Tigress: I didn't know that. So these guys were trained in classical music and then they got mixed up with the wrong crowd in the 60s and played rock.

Cakapaje: People from that period are far out, man. LOL. They smoked a lot of pot, grass, joint, either rolled in cigarettes or bong, and they listened to songs with lyrics that sounded more like poems, or something straight out of a magic book and they say, peace, make love not war. LOL, I was hardly 10 when this was going on. LOL.

To everyone who dropped by this way on the way over to some place else, thank you for coming, folks. You have a nice day now, y'hear?

12:25 AM  

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