Just roused the neighbours with my annual Jets at Dawn observance.
"The calendar said first of August."
It does indeed.
I've been doing this [every year I remember, which isn't all of them] for about 40 years.
It reminds me of summers past, loves lost; a general melancholy, but tempered by that kind of "England between the wars" reminiscence, of innocence, cricket on the village green - something I don't think ever truly existed but seems to linger as some kind of odd 'racial memory' - probably based on old black & white movies rather than reality.
Every year I ask myself, "Would it have been better if that guitar had been in tune?"
Every year, the answer is, "No".
I'm normally very sensitive to tuning, but I really like the fragility it gives to the overall track.
Beautiful.
Nice photo’, Steve. Had always figured this track was a psychedelic take on war, patriotism, national pride and/or related sentiments ... or that it was all metaphors. It always gives me the goose flesh, whatever it is.
jets at dawn ...trails across the sky
Just roused the neighbours with my annual Jets at Dawn observance.
Ah, but was it the 2.5 minute longer version on the 2020 remix? :)