Yes! Well, I mean... Kansas! This song owns! I love every part of it! Absolutely epic! The song is perfect but it wouldn't be as cool without the mighty vocals of Steve Walsh. He is just way underrated. As is guitarist Kerry Livgren. I only knew drummer Phil Ehart's name until I recently started reading up on them. I had fun trying to get through it in one take but that never happened. I put two takes together right at the beginning of the jam. Read more detail in the write up on the actual youtube clip!
BAG ON!
Carry on my wayward son,
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high
Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I'm dreamin', I can hear them say:
Carry on my wayward son,
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man, it surely means that I don't know
On a stormy sea of moving emotion
Tossed about I'm like a ship on the ocean
I set a course for winds of fortune, but I hear the voices say:
Carry on my wayward son,
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more NO!
Carry on, you will always remember
Carry on, nothing equals the splendor
Now your life's no longer empty
Surely heaven waits for you
Carry on my wayward son,
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry
Don't you cry no more
BAG ON!
Carry on my wayward son,
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high
Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I'm dreamin', I can hear them say:
Carry on my wayward son,
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man, it surely means that I don't know
On a stormy sea of moving emotion
Tossed about I'm like a ship on the ocean
I set a course for winds of fortune, but I hear the voices say:
Carry on my wayward son,
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more NO!
Carry on, you will always remember
Carry on, nothing equals the splendor
Now your life's no longer empty
Surely heaven waits for you
Carry on my wayward son,
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry
Don't you cry no more


Un-Be-frickin-leavable. BRAVO, Monsieur Tichy. You have truly arrived at the level of bag beat ownership. I could comment for hours on the technical aspects of that performance, section by section, rhythm changes, speed changes, double time, straight time and beat manipulation, but suffice it to say most of that was totally solid ownership of the beat, the bag and dead on. The first 45 seconds was amazing, as was 1:52 - 2:13. You hear double beat accents and manipulate them differently than I do, and you start combinations at different parts of the measure, yet they blend perfectly. Isn't that fun!!? How's it feel to know that "now" - you be jammin'!

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