Week One - Clint

It’s lonesome and terrifying being stuck in space, I would assume so at least. This is exactly the feeling during the synth interlude in the closer, “Won’t Get Fooled Again” of the Who’s album Who’s Next. For the first six minutes of the song, Townshend, Entwistle, Daltrey, and Moon offer confidence in a time of obscurity. Daltrey vows through Townshend’s words to never “get fooled again.” With these hopeful and defiant lyrics (which I think are very relevant to the reactions of voters in the past election) the listener is taken to a place of well being, that is until 6:33. The rock stops, and all that remains is a melancholy synth dance. Like mocking stars floating by as one passes through space alone, the synth bleeps become daunting and increasingly suffocating. Being expelled from the glorious comfort of Moon’s drumming and Townshend’s guitar into the emptiness of the synth stars, a feeling of nervousness isolation surrounds in the blackness of space. The stars glimmer menacingly as the mind concedes that the end is here, and it is filled with void. Paying heed to the remoteness of the synth no longer, Moon rises and begins to fire with no warning shot, but instead with depth charge drum hits (the best fourteen seconds of music ever recorded). Usurped, the synth retaliates within these fourteen seconds with higher pitches, shorter notes and a fierce, squealing tone. The apocalyptic earthly battle has begun. The battle lasts only a few seconds between good and evil. Drums annihilate, the synth rips, but all ceases when the shattering voice of God (Roger Daltrey) explodes and offers the last judgment.