I used to think this was about ricing up your whip. New glasspack muffler, airfilters, maybe even remapping the injection to squeeze some top-end bhp. But I realise now I was wrong. It's about the death - the end of the world. The Day of Wrath when we stand before our maker to be judged mercilessly on our lives and deeds.
Where once I heard a parable about lowered suspension and burning and turning whitewalls on the blacktop, now I think it's more relevant to consider the ideas of Joachim of Fiore (1145-1202) who postulated that history could be divided into discrete ages, and that the Age of Spirituality would end in 1260. He called it the Day of Wrath, the Dies Irae.
Mozart wrote The Requiem in 1791 as he was literally dying. Never has one man translated his own imminent demise into music so effectively. His death would be the end of his world, but perhaps also, with his famous arrogance, he was saying that his death would affect us all. This was, after all, a man who KNEW what a genius he was. His debauched lifestyle would also cause God's anger and we'd all suffer. Note that it's not just Day of Judgement, but Day of Wrath. God will find Mozart the flawed genius as he finds us all. Wanting. Day of Wrath.
But all that aside I also think the song applies to the 2011 Shelby GT500 Mustang. 510 ft/lb of torque? In your Fiat-driving Venetian face, Antonio Salieri.
I used to think this was about ricing up your whip. New glasspack muffler, airfilters, maybe even remapping the injection to squeeze some top-end bhp. But I realise now I was wrong. It's about the death - the end of the world. The Day of Wrath when we stand before our maker to be judged mercilessly on our lives and deeds.
Where once I heard a parable about lowered suspension and burning and turning whitewalls on the blacktop, now I think it's more relevant to consider the ideas of Joachim of Fiore (1145-1202) who postulated that history could be divided into discrete ages, and that the Age of Spirituality would end in 1260. He called it the Day of Wrath, the Dies Irae.
Mozart wrote The Requiem in 1791 as he was literally dying. Never has one man translated his own imminent demise into music so effectively. His death would be the end of his world, but perhaps also, with his famous arrogance, he was saying that his death would affect us all. This was, after all, a man who KNEW what a genius he was. His debauched lifestyle would also cause God's anger and we'd all suffer. Note that it's not just Day of Judgement, but Day of Wrath. God will find Mozart the flawed genius as he finds us all. Wanting. Day of Wrath.
But all that aside I also think the song applies to the 2011 Shelby GT500 Mustang. 510 ft/lb of torque? In your Fiat-driving Venetian face, Antonio Salieri.