I am often told by Spaniards, experts on all things American, that Americans only eat hamburgers and pizza (they obviously never heard of Taco Bell). I think that makes me un-American because I eat maybe one or two hamburgers a year (and have never been to Taco Bell before), but last night was one of those hamburgers. For no reason whatsoever, I felt for a good burger. Because even a decent burger is hard to come by in Spain, I opted for the only mediocre burger joint in town — Hard Rock Cafe. Hard Rock was a mistake: while my stomach still hurts from the over-sized burger, my head still aches from the annoyingly loud music.
The music was so loud, in fact, that I could barely hold a conversation, let a lone enjoy the joyless pseudo-rock lovers ambiance. As you can imagine, the place was plagued with American and British ex-pats and tourists looking for an overlit, obnoxious drinking den populated by chubby-legged short skirt wearing waitresses and mid-level students of the English language waiters.
Then out of all of the noise, distortion, E.S.O.L., rosy beer-bellied Brits and obese “Oh, my God” Americans, arose “Silent Lucidity“, the only commercially successful song by Queensrÿche. Perhaps it was the fact that I had just gone to see the high school film Juno or that “Silent Lucidity” came out in 1990, my first year of college, that I got to reflecting.
I have already spent seven and a half years living in Spain — that’s almost twice the time I spent in college. And I only spent two years living in the dorms where I’d stay up all night with my eclectic group of buddies discussing scatology (and that great debate between scatology v. eschatology) and listening to better Queensrÿche albums like Operation Mindcrime.
Back in 1990 I would have been confident that by 2008 I would have had things pretty figured out. But there in some cheesie Hard Rock Cafe, an 80s throw back in itself that feels more like a Chuck E Cheese’s for ex-pat cheese balls, “Silent Lucidity” offered me a momentary break in the noise and lack of clarity. Could 18 years have gone by already since “Silent Lucidity’s” release? What am I going to do when I get older, because I ain’t getting any younger? Then the music changed, and shortly thereafter, I had a stomach ache.
8 responses to “Silent Lucidity”
You know what is crazy… I never heard the word “scatalogy” (which I think is spelled scatology) before I read it Saturday morning on your blog… and then I heard it used over 4 separate times later in the day Saturday.
Interesting coincidence. I made the correction and have elaborated . . .
“Anybody Listening” is a far better piece than Silent.
Geoff Tate has really let himself go at this point … looks awful, doesn’t sound the same either.
I think Rage for Order is my favorite Q album, great musical change up on that one.
Time ravages all; hold on against the torrent and become a relic or embrace the finality of it all. Change takes notice of no one in particular fashion, and is certainly an equal opportunity destroyer.
Word! I heard that Geoff Tate is going to be in Madrid soon with the band, but it is a real shame that he’s lost his lungs. I think I will skip the event.
Time does ravage all, and that’s not always a bad thing either.
Prior to your elaboration, I actually thought you were using the word “scatology” in a rather clever way… like “we stayed up all night ‘talkin shit’ (that sounds like something i would say) or as earlier generations might say, “shooting the shit.”
Scata!!!! (That’s Greek for excrement). You’re right again. That was the point. I guess I changed to be funny and lost.
I like it… i’ll have to see if i can’t incorporate that into my repertoire.
I’m beyond all comments made above, but I concur with the contention that “Anybody Listening” is a superior song to SL. Contenders? Perhaps Pink Floyd’s “High Hopes” (The Division Bell, 1994) and Dream Theater’s “Space-Dye Vest” (Awake, 1994).