Why don't you all f-fade away

On October 13, 1965, The Who recorded "My Generation" at Pye Studio in London. When it was released as a single, it ranked second in the UK and was ranked first by Seekers "Carnival ended" (it should be the first). Roger Daltrey later said they tried to complete the lyrics and adapt them to the music. Initially, British BBC refused to play this song.

"My generation" was chosen as the eleventh highest song by Rolling Stone "the biggest song of history 500 years biggest song" and ranked 13th among 100 best songs of VH1 rock music It was. It was also a part of rock 'n' roll hall of fame 's 500 song shaped rock music, named for the fame' s Grammy Hall for its value of 'history, art and vitality'. It is truly amazing. It is worth having; this song is pure energy and attitude. When you listen to "my generation" you will hear who is becoming one of the great British rock bands.

This song has undergone various stages in trying to complete it. Written by Pete Townshend, 20 years old, it was originally a melancholy late song, and there were hand-to-hand shots and many important changes. The rhythm of the final product is much faster than the composition of the song; the manager Kit Lambert who wants to speed it up

Like all the wonderful songs that define their voice and emotions, all four members made a valuable contribution.

According to the press, Townshend who wrote the song on the train was inspired by Mother Queen, accused of dragging Townshend 's 1935 Packard car to Belgravia street in London. She got angry with the sight in everyday life and went through nearby

At the 148th Broadway, the song reached its peak. After that, the second quarter suddenly disappeared as before. In the word "singing me and craving death", it is ironic that it gradually disappears. Please do not forget to pretend as female voice. This verse is complex and inexhaustible, as I assert, "I will never die, I will never die, I will not disappear," she said, but its voice will gradually fade away . The rest is ticking by moment. An empty track looks like a cave and suddenly becomes an internal organs, desperate echoes remain. My ears are nervous and are keen to taste the rest of the sound

This is Sunday, this day is beginning to disappear gradually. The voice in your head will start crossing everything you can not forget tomorrow. It is rehearsing conferences, telephones, and all important conversations that may occur before noon. As everything goes smoothly, I am organizing how to deal with tasks of the day. It spoils your night, and it ensures that Monday is a terrible disaster before it begins. The sound of the weekend is a liar. No, it is like a parasite. The important thing is that we need conversation, but otherwise we can not handle it even if we can not talk on the next day. For some people, this sound began before the end of the weekend. Every night, there are people who want to prepare sounds in their heads sadly.