川の流れのように...*

No sabem com pot ser el corrent del riu quan ens hi hem de tirar, quan l’hem de travessar, quan l’hem de contemplar, quan l'hem de vorejar...Tot flueix. Savi Heràclit...

Per què arribar a caure en el parany de pensar en arguments o plantejaments basats en un llarg termini inherentment difús i incert o de donar les coses per suposat si fa temps que no s'hi acaba de creure? Millor sempre centrar-se en un present sòlid amb actes, les conseqüències dels quals siguin positives i profitoses per qualsevol mena de futur, bé sigui immediat, bé indefinit (o un llarg termini plantejat en clau d'hipòtesi). A més, es perd molt si es perd la consciència del moment present i del fet de ser-hi.

Agafo ben fort la meva coherència en un dia de núvols i de grisor omnipresent...Som-hi endavant!!!

*cançó que dóna nom al títol a aquesta entrada: kawa no nagare no you ni (fluir com un riu), de Misora Hibari.

豆腐i el blues...i les qüestions ontològiques

I en aquesta transició d’ermitana (bé, no se’n perd l’essència) a consultora, irromp l’amanida de tofu (豆腐) en solitud en un indret ple de gents (ja em coneixen al Kiku-chan, crec). I falta...falta el blues, les darreres troballes, de la Bessie Smith, en Robert Johnson a Asakawa Maki (浅川マキ, quina veu!), tot i que en realitat no em feien falta. No em fan falta. Els trossos de tofu estirats a sobre de les algues, a sobre de l’enciam, amb un desordre harmoniós esborren les gents del voltant, la taula. Bé, a mi sempre se m’esborra tot amb facilitat, cada cop amb més facilitat, per sort. També per sort m’esborro amb facilitat. El tofu allà ajagut, inert, en certa manera fa l’efecte que melodies de blues dels anys 1920s i 1930es. Que és ara. Ara mateix. Deixa d’existir tot el que es creu que existeix. Bé, només es fa evident que no hi era. En un instant. Sempre instants, com el moment de sortir al carrer. Tornar al carrer. Però tot el mateix. No hi ha carrer, no hi ha restaurant, no hi ha plat d’amanida de tofu ni tampoc hi ha blues...i acabo al final entre qüestions ontològiques, com de costum..

Cintes de casset i acceleradors i muntanyes

Era agost, un matí. No sé si encara anava marejada o ja m’havia passat el mareig del trajecte. En رشيد i l’autoreverse del seat ibiza em farien pensar més tard en una cinta de casset de fa com més de 10 anys. No vaig tornar a trobar el CD d’on vaig fer la còpia a casset però sí vaig trobar d’altres cintes velles que apreciava: música clàssica turca, música tradicional de Bulgària (però pas la de Rússia). I no hi havia res gravat a sobre...cinta bonica intacta després de com 10 anys o més. Quanta emoció per posar una cinta vella al radiocasset!!!

I era setembre. Més estones carretera amunt i avall unes i d’altres cintes de casset. I en algun indret, sortí el nom del grup de la meva cinta; Al Kindi que no recordava i que vaig recordar de sobte que era una de les coses que havia escrit a la cinta en qüestió.

Quines coincidències més rebuscades.

i ens adormírem escoltant en Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan i amb les visualitzacions del reproductor de música del Macintosh.

NIWEMANG

There was full moon but we watched "half moon". And the next time we met, there was half moon. I guess it was the movie we had to see. Things had to happen that way. We might meet in the next full moon.

About the music in the movie....parallel to the sound of traditional string instruments, the cd with traditional instumental music of Turkmenistan I copied has to find its owner. The sound of a dotar being played, overlapping days. The sound narrows the time until you come back.

The desert came whispering. The most beautiful side of the desert came, unexpectedly. Will you stay? Have you covered everything with sand?

Und du verliebst dich in Gespenster...

Heute entdeckte ich die Musik von Jens Friebe...Was für wunderbare Lieder in seinem Album „Vorher Nachher Bilder“!. Ich hatte schon etwas von Jens Friebe gehört. Nachdem ich viele Musik von Den Sternen und Knarf Rellöm gehört hatte, lese ich, dass Jens Friebe eine Beziehung mit diesen beiden Gruppen hatte. Schöne-interessante Stimme...

...Und du vergisst deine Gespenster.

mehr Infos:

http://www.jens-friebe.de/

http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jens_Friebe

(Außerdem sehe ich J. hinter diesem Mann , ein bisschen, wie überall. Aber ich kann nicht objektiv sagen, ob sie (Jens und J.) ähnlich aussehen...)

inspiration listening to Sezen Aksu's "gölge etme" (don't shadow me) and other songs

Yellow-shoed times (20.05.2007)

To J.

My feet wear yellow shoes as the shields thinner.

All those hands, hidden in songs, in voices, along streets, in gestures, find no shield stopping them.

Nails breathing between my lungs

and hands squeezing something inside.

Feeling tired most mornings...ah...

It was the time for the shields to become thinner.

Paper shields.

And J., his inner hands, made of bony words.

The other hands are wearing a ring he never told me about.

So the ring didn’t exist.

At first his hands were naked.

But a speechless ring appeared one day.

Quite a long time a go

Or not so long ago.

Far and near beings;

A vase next to a cat.

Those inner hands might cause my morning tiredness.

Luckily he’s not a surgeon, otherwise it’d be worse.

My thinner skin, my thinner flesh.

So many poems I’ve written for you.

So many poems you’ve read.

Collapsing walls to let grass, trees, flowers grow.

Bloom.

You won’t shadow me, J.

The words you, J., didn’t dare to say are hung next to my underwear, next to my colourful pantyhose, beneath invented suns.

A song by Gerhard Gundermann connects me to imagined scenes that seem to have happened.

They might have happened.

J. peels a piece of fruit.

I become some naked figure, some naked orchestra of soul-or-whatever and organs.

It had to happen.

It was necessary.

I smile.

The honour

Of feeling all those hands.

It’s what an orchestra needs...

And the orchestra closes its eyes.

Someone else’s arms.

The orchestra plays silence.

And then comes the desert.

A buried orchestra or some place for it?

What did you want?

What do you want?

Your rough hands smashed the instruments.

Your rough hands hit the walls with the instruments.

No walls and no instruments.

Just a yellow-shoed woman

In yellow-shoed times.

Die Puhdys on tour (1969-2007!)

This year Die Puhdys are on tour. Their song “Computer Karriere” came to my mind today and i felt like listening to some other songs by them. I guess I missed listening to them...after a death metal phase and then a silent phase. I won’t go to any concert by them (anybody here who likes their music?) but I found some images of some concert they held in 1977. I find the images great and I liked seeing all those people spontaneously gathering there. Hehe...the old man being asked about the event in the second video, the children running, some gazing at the musicians...old and young people, families. What’s going on? what’s going on? Die Puhdys in East-Germany in 1977:

Spiel zu zweit:

Türen öffnen sich zur Stadt:

Scheidung:

"death in fire" from SwEdEn WiTh LoVe!

Several days ago i decided to type “Amon Amarth” and see if i could find some video clip for “death in fire”. I found a video of the song being played live...Much better...splendorous choreographic head-banging!

I don’t like all songs by Amon Amarth (in fact, I’ve not listened to all of them...well, I have the songs from a Cd, which a friend sent me) but Death in fire is my favourite by them. I find the melody....wonderful (strange adjective for a Viking metal song) and I often try to imagine it how it could be played on violins and piano (if there’s a classical music version of “bizarre love triangle” by New order (originally), why not of “death in fire”?) and change the "cookie monster vocals" and let the song be performed by some soprano or someone with a sweet voice...Metal sub-genres tend to have complex melodies...sometimes anarchic like jazz, sometimes harmonic, like classical music.

The lyrics are something else...I’m not really keen on Scandinavian mythology but it’s fine and interesting....After all, Viking metal is nothing but a sub-genre of death metal and death metal is a subgenre of heavy metal. The line between sub-genres is thin...and the black metal bands are right there (uh!...well, I’ve listened to some black metal songs and I still keep some but I don’t take them seriously otherwise it would be scary or repulsive...well...the melody of some is pretty good –here’s the only reason I have to listen to some black metal songs-...like “curse you all men” by Emperor...from Norway without love...if they had sung or sang “love you all men” or something like that, instead, they wouldn’t be black metal and they might be classified otherwise...like Shadows Fall, singing to the Noble Truths,...or somebody could invent happy-death metal...or whatever).

Back into Amon Amarth and their choreography...ah...I’ve always been unable to “dance” that way: when my hair was longer, my glasses were prone to fly away and go who-knows-where if my head-banging wasn’t careful...now I don’t even wear long hair...and my glasses keep being prone to fly if I’m not careful.

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els samurais...

sí! reflexionant sobre els subgèneres del metal i sobre el terme víking metal i la menció a happy-death metal de l'entrada anterior...vaig recordar de grups japonesos i vaig pensar que sí hi havia viking metal hi hauria d'haver samurai metal...i resulta que sí que hi ha una cosa així (bé, ho preten ser...ni uns seran víkings ni l'altre un samurai), però encara està emergint: ZENITHRASH amb influències dels Judas i de Manowar entre d'altres (com el new age)...però també de la música tradicional japonesa...no en va es poden sentir alguns instruments pròpiament japonesos. Shamisen amb veus guturals...fabulós! (per més informació, accediu a la web de Zenithrash a través de la imatge....i per escoltar algunes peces, a l'enllaç rosa)

Fet curiós...la cosa no s'allunya d'escandinàvia perquè el músic (canta i toca els intruments...ell solet...) es diu Håkan Lyckberg...que no sona gaire japonès. Pobrissó...ell solet entre guitarres i shamisen i fent veus....Ves..allò del projecte rolang no era tant estrany...clar que jo no toco instruments....pf.

Les lletres que he llegit no són gaire black....més aviat serien un equivalent a la cosa vikinga dels Amon Amarth. Bé, també parla dels ninja....potser s'inspira i li dedica peces als rokurokubi, kappa i demés fauna. Fet curiós...

Belgrade calling

Esdeveniment misteriós és Eurovisió. Si bé avui dia no té gaire gràcia...perquè jo la gràcia li veig a poder escoltar cançons en idiomes diversos i amb influències diferents (bé...estan les excepcions balcàniques dels darrers anys, en menor o major mesura)..i el clima polític és diferent ara que representa que som més europeus (bé...està el misteri de si tornarà a participar el Marroc -tots som Europa!-, que sols prengué part en la cosa eurovisiva el 1980 amb Samira Bensaïd, o si Europa arribarà al Kazakhstan o a Mongòlia) Arran d'haver retrobat per una carpeta al PC “merci cherie” d’Udo Jürgens (representant a Àustria el 1966) he acabat investigant sobre les aventures eurovisives dels iugoslaus (no adherits al Pacte de Varsòvia i per tant amb el "privilegi" de poder prendre part a la cosa eurovisiva, des del 1961) i el festival de 1966 mateix...Peculiar: el britànic amb la seva faldilla escocesa -llàstima del blanc i negre- (“a man without love”, de Kenneth McKellar) i la representant iugoslava, Berta Ambrož (1944-2003), eslovena, cantant en eslovè (“brez besed” = sense paraules). Ai, Iugoslàvia de Tito...dictadures a eurovisió...però a Serrat el 1968 no el van deixar cantar en català....que l'havia escrit i composat ell el tema i la versió original era en català...en fi, la història és coneguda (i no calen comparacions amb Massiel que ni l'havia escrit ni composat). Després està la finlandesa alegre (Ann-Christine Nyström amb “Playboy”) i Raphael de les Espanyes. I la gran curiositat, la gran errada de les votacions del jurat espanyol (refia-te’n dels jurats eurovisius...a més), que encetaren les votacions pels 5 punts (hehe...i s’escoltava gent fent xivarri-rient)...portugal cinq points (ai...les ganes de donar-li els 5 punts a la cançó portuguesa (els 3 vots anaren cap a Noruega –noruega cantant en norueg, clar- i el punt cap a Àustria). Eren senzilles les votacions i en un tres i no res tots quedaven votats i cap a casa. Tornant a Iugoslàvia...Belgrade calling. Al jurat iugoslau els agradà el “yo soy aquél” de Raphael...per que gaires motivacions per donar-li un vot a les Espanyes franquistes, com que no sé pas. Jo crec que a radiotelevisiónespañola es van alegrar del vot iugoslau i de fet van convidar a la gran Berta Ambrož a que cantés amb Raphael (ves a saber què)...però com que no podia tornar a sortir del país o quelcom per l’estil. Sona com a llegenda urbana.

Vet aquí la cançó iugoslava de Berta Ambrož ...cançó bonica amb encant (enllaç a la lletra en eslovè i anglès).

i les votacions

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(Neco amb el "hani" que representà a Turquia el 1982 per una altra ocasió)

El gran Toni Nadal i les potes de pollastre

El poder del Gran Home del Temps Toni Nadal (efecte GHTTN)!!! Sí! De sobte, sempre retorna. No sé quan surt ell allà triomfant donant les prediccions, però intueixo que els caps de setmana. La realitat és que sempre que el veig allà presentant em sorprenc. El temps no és el mateix quan el dóna un altre (amb tots els meus respectes a d'altres...gran Tomàs Molina, Mònica López i el Mestre Rodríguez Picó). Boirines, xàfecs, plugims, anticiclons i sempre content l’home. Pseudo-telepredicador que ens diu que el temps no és el més important. Ell està ben content plogui o nevi, ens fregim o ens congelem. Li vull col·locar una medalla ben lluent! A les escombraries tot el paracetamol i tot els pròzacs que la gent tingui per casa!!!....efecte GHTTN!!!!

És una mica la que esquitxava el cantant de Glutamato ye-ye, amb potes de pollastre característiques decorant-li la camisa...o pel micro. Dia alegre: Toni Nadal i Glutamato ye-ye. Ueeeee...calamarsaaa, calamarsaaaa...tots contents amb mal temps cantant amb glutamato ye-ye. Vidres trencats per la calamarsa...potes de pollastre, potes de pollastre. Pluja de potes de pollastre i Toni Nadal per President! Uaaa...encegats per les radiacions GHTTN! Pentinant-nos a la inversa, posant-nos cinturons per sobre d’americanes, pintallavis per pintar creus als fronts dels coneguts, vestits no combinats amb el temps, però ben contents tots.

Feliços els qui renten els seus vestits…

Feliços els qui renten els seus vestits… (Apocalipsi (22,14)

Ahir vaig llegir sobre el rellotge que suposadament indica el temps que li queda a la Terra.

(enllaç a la notícia)

Vaig recordar-me de les rebaixes, el soylent green, la cosa nuclear emergent que ens mostra els seus ullals, Kim Jong Il, la Xina, els magnats russos....els mongols allà al mig, futures proves nuclears festives (oh que bé!), el videoclip de “dancing with tears in my eyes”, d’Ultravox....i una escena de “happiness” (pel.lícula no vista) de Todd Solondz. Tot amanit amb programes de premsa del cor, ben nutritius i tot el panem et circenses.

“Dancing with tears in my eyes”, d’Ultravox (1984, dins de Lament)

L’escena del parc, de “happiness” (bé...la realitat supera, malauradament, sempre la ficció...Nogensmenys també la supera en coses positives):

Apa...set segells (versions modernes o postmodernes de temps d'internet i demés) i silenci. Ves a saber si el silenci aquell de mitja hora (Apocalipsi, 8,1) no és com una primera mitja hora després d'una queixalada d'una explosió nuclear que se'ns mengi gairebé a tots. (deixant de banda visites de Déu). Mentrestant anem fent ús del temps en rebaixes, uns en corrupteles, d'altres en insults, d'altres en obtenir tota mena de productes de luxe. I jo m'estava lamentant per qüestions existencials pròpies com si haguessin d'importar o fer cap servei. Primer món consentit que et trenques...ai! He ficat totes les meves limitacions a una maleta i m'he vingut a escriure aquesta entrada. No sé pas si serviran de gaire els vídeos i la notícia...Màquines imperfectes.

Soylent Green i les rebaixes

Uuuh....ens apropem als temps de soylent green. Si hom va a la secció de roba rebaixada d’un Bershka pot percebre com seria l’actitud humana en un proper temps de cerca del soylent green. Quina por. No sé, l’altre dia, fent una mica de temps, vaig entrar a un Bershka i feia por la part de rebaixes, en especial on estaven tots els jerseis rebregats i barrejats. La postguerra...Les guerres són a les tardes de divendres i dissabte. Uaaa...la roba rebaixada com a soylent green gairebé....volent robaaaaaaaah la gent!!! Ens hi trobarem...món esparracat. Quina llàstima.

La pel•lícula Soylent Green (1973) (no l’he vista...va d’un temps en què les gents cerquen desesperadament el soylent green, el secret per la supervivència. El soylent green es menja i no vulguis saber què és —no ho sé tampoc—):
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0070723/


I la cançó inspirada en soylent green, per Wumpscut (grup poc conegut, entre industrial gothic, EBM, darkwave, que fa anys que conec i que molt de tant en tant vaig escoltant):
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wumpscut:



la lletra (les imatges de la web no són boniques...però no és el que sembla...el senyor Rudy Ratzinger (1966) no fa apologia de coses negatives sinó més aviat una crítica...o una descripció...clar, que tot és força fosc...i cadascú que interpreti...jo al menys no m’ho prenc seriosament). Hi ha trossos de la lletra que es corresponen amb diàlegs de la pel•lícula:
http://www.betondisco.de/lyric.67.html

Sandie Shaw and hoopoes

Her 1967 song “puppet on a string” is quite well-known...but today I got to know that the German version is something else. I wondered whether it was the same song...”Wiedehopf im Mai” (Hoopoe in May). What do hoopoes have in common with puppets and strings?...and merry-go-rounds???? I tried to find whether “Wiedehopf im Mai” was some kind of idiom...or to see if hoopoes did anything special in May. What an odd translation... Unfortunately I’ve not listened to the German version and wasn’t either lucky looking for the lyrics...

I don’t know why did I end up finding the title of that song in German, and I don’t know why did I decide to look for some information on Sandie Shaw. Besides the “Hoopoe” thing, I found out that Mrs. Shaw has not leaded a life of a typical 60es pop singer.

J, oh my J

AI PEXS, “beautiful scar”

http://music.download.com/aipexs/3615-8724_32-100340372.html?tag=MDL_artist_tab_apsongs

Recently I came across this song (and band...i didn’t know the Ai Pexs). The song ended up being one of those to be remembered and listened to over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over.

The lyrics are pretty simple but there’s something in them I like ...and the rhythm....uhm...I’d say it’s rather hypnotising, with some Asian reminiscences (well, that’s very subjective)...but the band comes from Sweden.

Over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over.

..'coz i'm the doctor...!

MOTÖRHEAD
album: Iron fist (1982)

I'M THE DOCTOR

I know the way you feel I know it ain´t too good
I know it feels like there´s detergent in your blood
But don´t you worry, gonna make you feel alright
I´m gonna lift your black depression, help you through the night
I´m your man, you know I´ll help you if I can
Cos I´m your Doctor

I know you´re desperate, I really sympathise
I see the morbid horror flicker in your eyes
But rest assured I´m gonna help to ease your pain
I´m gonna put a thousand tiny implants in your brain
I´m your boy, I´ll make you undulate with joy
Cos I´m the Doctor

Don´t get too depressed, I´ve found a way to help your case
A little hypodermic sends you into outer space
You´ll feel much better when you take these little pills
I´m gonna give you 60 bottles, I believe in overkill
Heart attack, you know you´re never coming back
Cos I´m the Doctor

http://www.imotorhead.com/index2.htm

mental techniques and metal

From time to time, since many years ago, I have periods I feel like listening more to metal than to other styles...but I either listen to classical heavy metal (like AC/DC, motörhead, Turbo, from Poland...), power metal (gamma ray, mainly, some ballad by Iced Earth, Pantera), hair/glam metal (such as Kiss...but here I would include the Japanese band X-Japan) and Gothic Metal (Tristania, Lacrimosa, Theatre of Tragedy). Rarely I would listen to the newest subgeneres (like nu metal) nor the darker genre, that is, scary black metal (however I’ve listened to some songs by some black metal band)...too dark..uff...

I did some experiment listening to some online-radio playing only black metal, to see the psychological effect or its effect on one’s mood and fight it if it was negative...even without paying attention to the lyrics (fortunately it’s almost impossible to understand the lyrics due to the way of singing). Better death metal (Death, Vader, Quo Vadis, the polish ones, not the Canadian homonymous band, God Dethroned...), dark, but not that much (but dark anyway)...and since it’s not as dark, I even find the kind of guttural singing interesting and somehow funny (black metal is too wrapped with something too obscure)...the fact is that i don't take it seriously. But again it’s also better, for me, not to think too much about the lyrics, rather than of the combination of guttural voices and the melody (great guitars!). Then I came across Viking metal (sounds funny to me...thinking of "Wickie, the viking" cartoons)...different topics (rather epic, related, logically, to viking world) but the same kind of music and voices, being it a subgenre within death metal for some people. Amon Amarth is the band I first found and listened to...good music (well, i've just listened to their "death in fire" and " the pursuit of vikings"). Again, i'm not talking at all about the lyrics.

Why stepping off a path leaving behind softer/lighter bands within metal i usually listen to? First I remembered 2 songs of extreme metal genres I used to have (“spiritual healing” by Death and another one of who knows with a strange title...Dr. Karl! No m’enrecordoooo!! Potser era d'alguns individus que fan black metal la que m’enviares fa temps...)...and I remembered metal concerts several years ago in my city...open air free concerts, being some of them of death metal. Secondly I wanted to test the changes in my mood listening to such music for some time and see better the difference between different genres. Of course normally it has some effect on me (besides the headache derived from being at my pc, since my CD player doesn’t work), but I wanted to avoid it and turn it positive. Turn darkness into light...with the help of alternating other kinds of music I also like, from relaxation music, to electronic, including, ballads, jazz, traditional music from Asia, alternative rock, power pop, new wave, and so on. and the mind and some control of the mood did the rest.

Test your mind and mood!strengthen your mind. It’s somehow like trying to read or study on the train (what a comparison) while there’s a lot of people talking at the same time, the music is on...and sometimes somebody is talking about something interesting tempting you to pay attention....In both cases (music and train concentration) the key is to find the way to keep one’s mind focused on something else than on the background or something coming directly to our senses in the case of black and death metal, avoiding the darkness of the lyrics(but I repeat that I like death metal..and most people i know that listen to such gernes are pretty normal people in appearence and don't have obscure souls or minds)...well, not much darker than the reality of nowadays world. These tactic/technique/experiment could be somehow compared to tantric techniques, if i'm allowed to do so. avoiding certain reactions and feelings, keepin one mind and soul clean and following another path. And metaphorically it was a bit like watching the news (the Bad News always on tv...) trying not to get hurt and keeping a positive attitude towards everything...walking away from impulses, wishes, suffering...Walking away. And now Quo Vadis play a cover version of a love song by Maanam (polish too, from the 80es...kinda pop/rock/eighties sound) with guttural voices and so on. Superb version. Why aren't there death metal bands or some other subgenre within death metal singing to more positive things. making songs like the cover version i just mentioned?..or even why isn't there a bit of humour?

list of bands sorted by heavy metal subgenres: http://www.metal-archives.com/browseG.php?g=heavy

OstMusik

Das Thema!! Endlich... (Ich wollte seit langem zum Thema Ostmusik schreiben) und darüber wird es besser auf Deutsch als auf Englisch geschrieben. Obwohl die, die Deutsch nicht können, es nicht verstehen werden, entschuldige ich mich.

Na gut...ich gehe zum Thema. Seit Monaten, vielleich seit etwa ein Jahr ist meine Interesse an Ost-Sachen, bzw. Autos und Musik, vergrößert worden. Ich habe in anderen Posts über OstAutos geschrieben, deswegen schreibe ich nicht mehr darüber heute.

Aus der damaligen DDR...erst Karat, danach Magdeburg, IC Falkenberg, die Puhdys, Perl, Keimzeit, City, Lift...auch zahle ich Sonja Schmidt und ihre „Ein Himmelblauer Trabant“ und die lustige-naive Lieder von Frank Schöbel und Chris Doerk. Dieser Mann hat den Titel „Mädchen du bist schön“ einem seines CDs gegeben....kein Kommentar passt dazu...Meine letzte Entdeckung waren die Lieder von IC Falkenberg...die finde ich aber gut...beide Melodien und Texte. Sie haben eighties-artiges Musik..viel anders als die andere deutsche Gruppen, die ich genannt habe. Karat, Magdeburg, die Puhdys, Perl, City, Keimzeit haben alle Rock gemacht. Ich empfehle euch ein paar Lieder: „Harte Tage“ von Magdeburg, „Jede Stunde“ von Karat, „über sieben Brücke“ von Karat, „am Fenster“ von City, „Zeit die nie vergeht“ von Perl, „alt wie ein Baum“ von den Puhdys, „Mann im Mond“ von IC Falkenberg...

Aus Polen...dort gab es den ersten Czesław Niemen mit seiner 60es-artigen Musik, ein bisschen zwischen Folk und Etwas mehr psychodelisches, und Czerwone Gitary (die Rote Gitarren).... Meine Lieblingsmusiker aus Polen, gehören zu der 80e Jahren: Kombi, Maanam (interessante Melodien), Ireneusz Dudek (und alle seine Bands...glänzend!), Lady Pank, Budka Suflera, Bajm, usw.

Leider kann ich gar nicht von was Gruppen aus anderen damaligen Ostländern gesungen haben (auf Polnisch kann ich manche Sachen verstehen....mit meinem Wörterbuch, na klar)...Es gab doch gute Gruppen in Ländern wie die Tschechoslowakei und Ungarn. Ich kenne aber nur Plastic People of the Univers, aus dem ersten Land und Bergendy aus Ungarn. Schade ihre Lieder nicht zu verstehen zu können....

Und...Hier habt euch ein paar Empfehlungen..falls ihr habt die Chance Ostmusik zu hören!

Für mehre Info:

http://www.ostmusik.de/

AU SZA LA LA LA!

Here come Shakin' Dudi (Polish band, from the 80es..but still alive!, in which Ireneusz, or Irek, Dudek played)...and their "au sza la la la" (1985)!! and it becomes like some kind of hymn...it feels like becoming a happy Lego figure. Yes! i want to become a customised Lego figure with a happy expression on my face...a happy Lego figure that acquires a soul and wanders across Mongolia...and lies down from time to time to observe the movements of the clouds in a clean sky and think of Polynesian navigators and their stick and shell charts. But it's impossible, and i can just get the spirit of a happy Lego figure listening to Shakin' Dudi. Not bad at all...the roads to reach legohood are many and very different. Regaining a good mood, and enjoying days is a matter of building, like Lego's existence aim. We get the parts, the pieces, the colours... the methods and we have to build something positive by ourselves. Then we reach legohood wellbeing.

siempre suaves!!!

Hoy, de nuevo, uno de esos días en que la necesidad de tener una sobredosis de música de los Suaves no se puede evitar (otras veces ha sido de Gammaray, Marea, Kiss o AC/DC..o incluso melodías darkwave de BlutEngel). También la necesidad de recordar aquallos conciertos de rock, en especial, claro está, el momento apoteósico en que los Suaves (Yosi con la melena cana y la guitarra), en un concierto en Badalona...junio de 2004 (con Rubén y compañía, con la gran ausencia de Verónica), cantaron hacia el final "Dolores se llamaba Lola" (para entonces estábamos ya sólo Rubén, su amigo heviata auténtico, el otro amigo con la camiseta de Iron Maiden...y el chico extraño salido de la nada). Grandes canciones, incluyendo la manera cruda y realista de ver las cosas. "Maldita sea mi suerte", "hotel", "ese día piensa en mí", "dulce castigo", "si pudiera"...

Y hoy es además de muchas cosas, el cumpleaños de mi amigo Juanma (eiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!! boas! txipirón gran reserva del 81!)..así q le dedico "si pudiera", una de las canciones más positivas de los Suaves, con sabor a himno. Dedicartela me alegra el día...y también saber que tendrás una celebración tras el trabajo (si es que no te transtorna eso del genba con los chicos del bronx..suena a peli del gran Jackie Chan)!!!!

almost-magical music

Several years ago i came across a few songs which remained vivid in my brain: "hiroshima mon amour" (the B-side version)(1977), "Dancing with tears in my eyes" and "reap the wild wind" by ULTRAVOX, and a song by PINK MILITARY, "after hiroshima" (maybe from 1979, but appears in their LP do animals believe in God,1980). Both belong to the late 70es but their style is not so easy to classify or determine. PINK MILITARY is said to be a post-punk band, but they were really close to electronic music which we could find right before the arrival and triumph of new wave. SInce i don't know where exactly to place these 2 bands, i call them bands-making-almost-magical-music. Recently i suddenly decided to go on with some search on more about ULTRAVOX and PINK MILITARY. Of course i did find tones of information about ULTRAVOX. and also about one of their members, who started a brilliant solo career in the 80es, JOHN FOXX (see picture above). And thanks to my searching i got to know other wonderful songs: "did you see her" by PINK MILITARY (i must say that PINK MILITARY only have one album; Do animals believe in God, released in 1980...which i hope to find one day in CD version). And other musical wonders are "the garden" , "Like a miracle", "Endlessly", "My wild love" all of them by FOXX. Well, and i discovered the videoclip for "Dancing with tears in my eyes" by ULTRAVOX....absolutely beautiful and with important ideas flowing beneath the story and images....it 's the only videoclip which moved me. A scientist was working on something dealing with nuclear energy and suddenly they noticed some kind of failure in the system, some fatal error. The man goes back home and tells his wife/whatever what's going on what is about to happen. They are wrapped by memories and enjoy the last moments of their life. It feels like....what should we do when we know everything, even us, is about to vanish? I really felt some emptiness at the end of the videoclip, in the last images. Nothing remains, but the melody of the song. Everything disappears at last, like Pink Military...(however, its singer, Jayne Casey, also singer of Big in Japan, after Pink Military, she formed Pink Industry).