Dear student,
You can't imagine the enormous amount of music you hear nowadays that was written twenty or thirty years ago (or even more). The problem is nobody tells you what you are really listening to. There's always been covers of old songs reinterpreted by new artists. Nowadays, we hear the word "sampling" far too often. Some years ago we used the word "plagiarism". The music industry is trying to make us believe that copying the melody or the sounds of an old song is "sampling", as if doing this was less wrong or required having certain musical talent. Don't settle for what the industry puts on your plate. Good music is timeless. Search for the original. It is so much better most of the times.
Today, we have "Call on me" by some Eric Prydz. The chorus of Steve Winwood's song repeated over and over again. What can I say? The talent of this "artist" matches perfectly the hideous and disgraceful video clip.
Steve Winwood - Valerie
So wild, standing there, with her hands in her hair
I can't help remember just where she touched me
There's still no face here in her place
So cool, she was like jazz on a summer's day
Music, high and sweet, then she just blew away
Now she can't be that warm with the wind in her arms
Valerie, call on me
Call on me, Valerie
Come and see me
I'm the same boy I used to be
Love songs fill the night, but they don't tell it all
Not how lovers cry out just like they're dying
Her cries hang there in time somewhere
Someday, some good wind may blow her back to me
Some night I may hear her like she used to be
No it can't be that warm with the wind in her arms
So cool, she was like jazz on a summer's day
Music, high and sweet, then she just blew away
Now she can't be that warm with the wind in her arms
Today, we have "Call on me" by some Eric Prydz. The chorus of Steve Winwood's song repeated over and over again. What can I say? The talent of this "artist" matches perfectly the hideous and disgraceful video clip.
Steve Winwood - Valerie
So wild, standing there, with her hands in her hair
I can't help remember just where she touched me
There's still no face here in her place
So cool, she was like jazz on a summer's day
Music, high and sweet, then she just blew away
Now she can't be that warm with the wind in her arms
Valerie, call on me
Call on me, Valerie
Come and see me
I'm the same boy I used to be
Love songs fill the night, but they don't tell it all
Not how lovers cry out just like they're dying
Her cries hang there in time somewhere
Someday, some good wind may blow her back to me
Some night I may hear her like she used to be
No it can't be that warm with the wind in her arms
So cool, she was like jazz on a summer's day
Music, high and sweet, then she just blew away
Now she can't be that warm with the wind in her arms
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