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Saturday, 27 August 2011

There must be lots of songs with this chord progression

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...or whatever it's called.

I've been listening to 3wk Underground radio (basically, weirdness mixed in with summery 60s pop) and heard a song called "Riverside" by America. It immediately made me think of Tim Bisley rescuing Daisy Steiner at the end of series 2 of Spaced because it sounded so like a section of Lemon Jelly's "The Staunton Lick".

Obviously this is probably a pretty common section of tune and probably appears all over the place, but I do like this bit.

Using the #t=seconds format you can jump straight to the relevant bit in the links below, or enjoy the full songs in the embedded videos further down. I realised I probably couldn't get this on Twitter because shortening these links tends to mangle the #t=11s bit.

Right-click, open in a new tab :-)

America - Riverside

Lemon Jelly - The Staunton Lick




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