CHAPTER ONE : THE PRELUDE

Beraaaaaaang
That's it. The first sound we hear on the much vaunted title track. Unexpected? Not entirely. Very western twang. Steve has his country flavour but the mood is slightly pensive and moody. Wide open spaces. Heat. Tension. Shadows are lengthenin'.
Howe is joined by Geoff on accompanyin' piano. Loose. Bar room. Western. I can visualize him in the corner of the saloon. The mood is set. Two ol' amigos bracin' themselves for one final adventure. Guns are placed in holsters.
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Until. Jays's drums kick in with Billy's nimble and dancin' bass. The youngbloods joinin' the fray. Geoff's openin' organ salvo is one note. Held down for a couple of bars. Drivin' the groove for Howe to shine in the first blisterin' attack of his telecaster. Angry Howe. Prog metal Howe. He is pushin' that telecaster to the limit. Can imagine Schwartz in the control room shoutin' " Steve! It cannae hold!!!" Pure adrenaline.
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2 Billy rollin' solo runs. Just showin' off. Jay has a rollin' solo run. Providin' the pulse.
Flexin' muscles. For the adventure ahead.
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Then. One note telecaster repetition by Howe. Bar after bar, then he bends the notes. Squealin'. Blisterin'! Transcendant.
2. 40
Then a Machine Messiah descendin' run of notes. To end the prelude. To the Main acts to follow....
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DREAMS OF A SKY WITHOUT FIRE
Beraaaaaaang
That's it. The first sound we hear on the much vaunted title track. Unexpected? Not entirely. Very western twang. Steve has his country flavour but the mood is slightly pensive and moody. Wide open spaces. Heat. Tension. Shadows are lengthenin'.
Howe is joined by Geoff on accompanyin' piano. Loose. Bar room. Western. I can visualize him in the corner of the saloon. The mood is set. Two ol' amigos bracin' themselves for one final adventure. Guns are placed in holsters.
0. 48
Until. Jays's drums kick in with Billy's nimble and dancin' bass. The youngbloods joinin' the fray. Geoff's openin' organ salvo is one note. Held down for a couple of bars. Drivin' the groove for Howe to shine in the first blisterin' attack of his telecaster. Angry Howe. Prog metal Howe. He is pushin' that telecaster to the limit. Can imagine Schwartz in the control room shoutin' " Steve! It cannae hold!!!" Pure adrenaline.
1. 17
2 Billy rollin' solo runs. Just showin' off. Jay has a rollin' solo run. Providin' the pulse.
Flexin' muscles. For the adventure ahead.
1. 49
Then. One note telecaster repetition by Howe. Bar after bar, then he bends the notes. Squealin'. Blisterin'! Transcendant.
2. 40
Then a Machine Messiah descendin' run of notes. To end the prelude. To the Main acts to follow....
__________________________________________
DREAMS OF A SKY WITHOUT FIRE
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