We're Afraid to Call It Love - Let's Call It "Swimming"!
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Album:Jaws: The Anniversary Collector's Edition
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Track:Main Title and First Victim
Hey, gang. Missed you.I guess I was having the same frustrations with this site that a lot of other people experienced, and when I managed to get back on it a couple weeks ago, I noticed a lot of new avatars, with a picture of a rodent of some sort and a notice of a strike, demanding more reliable cooperation from whatever software governs this thing. I didn't go through the hassle of actually announcing it, but I was in sympathy with the strikers, and steered clear of mog for a while, but it seems to be working fine now, so rejoice! The wisdom of zarpex is once again available to you all.I have no idea what I'm going to write about, but I feel like I should write something. And I suppose it ought to have to do with music, just for the sake of appearances. Let's see...Ah! Movie scores!I rented a house on the beach seven or eight years ago, and discovered, to my surprise, that the stretch of sand it faced was the least rocky and most pleasant to walk on of any house for quite some distance around it. As a result, we got a lot of unfamiliar faces unrolling beach towels and setting up sun umbrellas right in the middle of what, on at least an instinctual level, I took to be ??my?? beach. I didn't really mind it terribly, but I remember there was one family that seemed to be there every single day, and gave off a slightly defiant air, as if hoping someone would ask them to sunbathe elsewhere, so they could start arguing about it or starting a lawsuit or God knows what. After a couple months, I glanced outside and noticed them all wading into the surf together, and I had a rather cruel idea. I carried the stereo speakers out onto the deck, pointed them out towards the beach, turned up the volume nice and high, and shared with them the track accompanying this post.They turned ??immediately?? around and rushed back to the sand, staring at me with undisguised fury and resentment. And I never saw them there again.If music really can touch something deep and primal in us, and there's any truth to territoriality at all, we've got a good chance of spotting him between Cape Scott and South Beach. Two notes - dunt-dunt, dunt-dunt, dunt-dunt, dunt-dunt - and you're looking down to see if your legs are still there. Greatest movie score (not counting musicals) ever written, hands down.Do please share your own thoughts.








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