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Reviews for "War Art Love on a Hot August Night"

permalink   Sat, Jul 11, 2009 @ 3:39 AM
nice one, Kahuna Scomber! here’s what i liked: orchestration, using one verse as a chorus, writing a whole new third verse, strong vocal delivery. if you’re gonna be doin’ the Neil thing i’d better Fed-Ex some black board shorts & T’s and a couple pairs of black jellies. thanks!
permalink   ScOmBer Sat, Jul 11, 2009 @ 12:54 PM
Thanks Mr Moon. The change in verse/chorus and extra verse was really just a function of me forgetting the words mid song. I really am a black boardies man and stayed well clear of those Great White attracting fluros, even during the eighties.
Thanks for releasing this song into the wild dude :-)
permalink   Sat, Jul 11, 2009 @ 4:34 AM
This song’s so bloody great it works every which way it’s done. As demonstrated here. Really, really nice, Scombers. However, I’m surprised that your mum hasn’t cottoned on to the fact that you’re not a-nice-boy-who-sings-soft-songs type. Would you like me to break it to her? xx
permalink   ScOmBer Sat, Jul 11, 2009 @ 12:56 PM
I think she already knows.
Thanks Cig
S x
permalink   Sat, Jul 11, 2009 @ 8:36 AM
Sometimes it pays to listen to our mothers. Or better said, sometimes it pays when you listen to your mother. ;-) Great tune!
permalink   ScOmBer Sat, Jul 11, 2009 @ 1:00 PM
I have promised to myself never to do any Barry Manilow.
Everyone should be greatly relieved. Sorry Mum, but I do have my limits/pride - bloody hell now I can’t get Copa Cabana out of my head.
Thanks Sub
permalink   timberman Tue, Jul 21, 2009 @ 3:09 PM
Dont be so hard on Barry, he’s made one good song, “Could it be magic”. The Donna Summer disco interpretation is something extra. From her moaning in that song it’s kind of over-obvious where the magic comes from.
permalink   Sat, Jul 11, 2009 @ 9:56 AM
This song is one of Panu’s best in my opinion. Nearly always makes me cry.
But this version, the arrangement..Fantastic! For me, this is not Neil Diamond, this is Glam rock ballad extravaganza.
And again, your voice Scomber. So good.
Supeur!…as they say in France.

Excuse my nerdy namedropping, (I was once the owner of a record store during the last global financial crisis) on this song your voice sounds like Jobriath on his song “Heartbeat”. I think he was Americas attempt at creating a Bowie-figure in the early seventies. Compelete with androgyn looks, make-up and ambivalent sexual preferences.

Obviously no other references to your lifestyle, or Panus’ lyrics. Just the sound, Scombs.

Check Jobriath’s song Heartbeat here if you dare:
permalink   ScOmBer Sat, Jul 11, 2009 @ 1:11 PM
Merci Per. Pendant le 1980’s ; I a eu de longs cheveux et ecoute la roche de Glam, non sure au sujet de l’androgyny cependant. J’ai besoin generalement d’un temps de rasage avant le dejeuner et c’est juste sur les paumes de mes mains. Ayez une biere pour moi homme ! Scomber
permalink   timberman Sat, Jul 11, 2009 @ 1:29 PM
Ahhh…Je comprends. Moi aussi, cheveux longs pendent les 80’s. Maintenant je n’ai pas de cheveux.
J’acheter une biere pour toi. Avec des crisps au saveur moutarde.
permalink   Sat, Jul 11, 2009 @ 10:21 AM
I once had an aunt, Aunt Andi, who was the consummate Neil Diamond fan. She used to work for the artist agent who represented Bobby Blue Bland and Peter Tosh, but her favorites were Neil Diamond and Barbara Streisand. Aunt Andi only wore blue clothing. She had long fingernails that she manicured herself, always painting them in soft, muted shades of mauve or peach. She was devoted to fan and glamour magazines. She had a torrid love affair with a magician who would never propose to her and she died of a broken heart because all she wanted in life was a pear shaped diamond and a baby boy. She would have loved this song.

(Terrific arrangement — I wasn’t going to say antyhing — just listen, but what can I say…you moved me!)
permalink   ScOmBer Sat, Jul 11, 2009 @ 1:18 PM
Thanks S :)
I grew up living next door to one of the few authorised ND cover artist/impersonators. He wore black 24/7, losts of jewelery, platform shoes and even pretended that he was Jewish. The street nearly lost it one day in the late 70’s when a black limo rolled up the front and out got the real article dropping in for a coffee.
Poor old Terry was never the same again.
Your story would form the basis of a cool song. Thanks!
S x
permalink   SackJo22 Sat, Jul 11, 2009 @ 1:24 PM
That’s an awesome story! I actually did write that song, many years ago — it was one of my first, actually.
permalink   Sat, Jul 11, 2009 @ 9:31 PM
My Father came home one night from his local watering hole and demanded to know of me if I had any Neil Diamond records (yes I mean those black plasticky things you used to buy!!) He had heard from some of his drinking buddies that the singer was a raving poofter and no way would he have his music in the house. I had to confess that I did have a copy of “The Feel of Neil Diamond”. “Well there you go” said my slightly inebriated pater ” that says it all!!”

I handed over the copy and returned to my bedroom.

Minutes later I could hear the sound of my father singing along to “Cherry Cherry” in his baritone voice and later “Solitary man”

In the morning I found him asleep in his armchair with the record player still on and in his arms he was clutching to his chest the album cover!

Fortunately for the family he stayed with mum and always kept his true emotions hidden from us. Neil sadly still went in the trash can but snippets of his tunes could be heard from the bathroom on a Sunday night for many years!

I’m told Neil’s not gay and this offering is a fine tribute for any hetrosexual or other persuasion to enjoy.
permalink   ScOmBer Sat, Jul 11, 2009 @ 9:59 PM
Ah the Seventies, when men were men, and the world still hadn’t figured out that the Village People were gay.
Just a side note to my Neil Diamond story - When my Mum realised who it was next door she frantically searched through the vinyl collection looking for “Hot August night” for an autograph and was shattered when she realised she had lent it to her brother.
Instead, Terrys wife Lainey found an old tea-towel with “Bonny Scotland” printed on it between little pictures of Robbie Burns and found a pen and got Neil to sign it.
He wrote;
“Try not to become a man of success, but rather try to become a man of value.” Years later I found it in an old box and looked it up on the net and discovered its an Albert Einstein quote.
My Mum still thinks that ND is Scottish.
Thanks RT!
ditto ditto
permalink   Sat, Jul 11, 2009 @ 11:41 PM
Everytime that i hear your voice, i think to this guy “Alain Bashung”. He was for me the most genius french artist. There are really , in your way to sing, something of him that i refind. Because, it seems that you take some interest in the french people, this is one of the songs of Alain Bashung..: “Apiculteur”
permalink   ScOmBer Thu, Jul 16, 2009 @ 1:28 PM
Thanks for the link Ditto, I listened to a whole heap of Alain Bashung, wishin that I could understand French, but it did have the effect of inspiring the vocal style on my next track. Thank you for your kind words and encouragement :) Scomber
permalink   Sun, Jul 12, 2009 @ 6:36 AM
Really great song…Love the arrangement S… very nice!
permalink   ScOmBer Thu, Jul 16, 2009 @ 1:29 PM
Thanks Wellman, hey, and big congrats on the Ed pick !
permalink   Mon, Jul 13, 2009 @ 2:22 PM
I will agree with your mother if she makes you sing like, for example, Leonard Cohen or Tom Waits and why not Mick Jagger? :)
permalink   ScOmBer Thu, Jul 16, 2009 @ 1:31 PM
Food for thought. Thanks Pitx,
permalink   Mon, Jul 13, 2009 @ 2:37 PM
used it in the graveyard
permalink   ScOmBer Thu, Jul 16, 2009 @ 1:32 PM
Thanks again jobob :-)
permalink   Wed, Jul 15, 2009 @ 8:40 AM
This is pretty Scomber.
The piano and strings combo sounds great hear.

Nice Mix :)
permalink   ScOmBer Thu, Jul 16, 2009 @ 1:33 PM
Thanks for the thumbs mate.
Back at ya