Comecei por ouvir esta música cantada pelo Jens Lekman e resolvi investigar o autor original: Arthur Russell, violoncelista com uma voz muito própria – de quem nunca tinha ouvido falar – e que morreu em 1992. Enquanto ouvia o impressionante disco Another thought, algumas das minhas bolhinhas de sabão rebentaram. A saber, fizeram puff Owen Pallet (aka Final Fantasy) e Magnetic Fields. Fiquei a perceber de onde vinham (pelo menos em parte), mas é bom saber que não sei para onde vão.
Forever only takes it's toll on some But, tonight you're sleeping alone without him Tonight you're sleeping alone without him And everything went up in smoke like wild flowers Ryan Adams, Wild Flowers
I don't understand about The weather outside Or the harmony in a tune Or why somebody lies There's solace a bit in submitting To the fitfully cryptically true What's happened has happened What's coming is already on its way With a role for me to play
I don't understand I'll never understand But I'll try to understand There's nothing else I can do
Gosto mesmo dela: pela simplicidade com que executa coisas complicadas, pelo despojamento que aparenta e pela satisfação que lhe está estampada na cara. É bom fazer coisas de que se gosta mesmo, só porque sim. Diz que também tem disto, o que nos aproxima.
What a great woman she was. What an amazing voice, song, lyrics and hairdo. And this and this always freezes me from doing whatever i'm doing. Stand still and just listen.
Time passing is both good and scary, it makes me feel like my options are getting narrower. On the other hand, they end up being the right ones. Gray hair does really mean wisdom, doesn't it?
Me and my friend, we are not friendly anymore We have not talked for so long And if we had to talk, what could we say, sitting side by side So long ago, we were dancing and singing We could be together saying nothing So long ago, it all meant much more than this
When you're weary, feeling small, When tears are in your eyes, I will dry them all I'm on your side. When times get rough And friends just can't be found, Like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down. Like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down.
When you're down and out, When you're on the street, When evening falls so hard I will comfort you. I'll take your part. When darkness comes And pain is all around, Like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down. Like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down.
Sail on silvergirl, Sail on by. Your time has come to shine. All your dreams are on their way. See how they shine. If you need a friend I'm sailing right behind. Like a bridge over troubled water I will ease your mind. Like a bridge over troubled water I will ease your mind. Johnny Cash+Fiona Apple, Bridge over troubled water
The proof (once again) that strangers can really be close to perfection. And the suburbs can be really cool with the right kind of company: thank you J.
Noah and the whale, Five years time Cos I’ll be laughing at all your silly little jokes And we’ll be laughing about how we used to smoke All those stupid little cigarettes And drink stupid wine Cos it’s what we needed to have a good time
And it was fun fun fun When we were drinking It was fun fun fun When we were drunk And it was fun fun fun When we were laughing It was fun fun fun Oh it was fun
Oh well I look at you and say It’s the happiest that I’ve ever been And I’ll say I no longer feel I have to be James Dean And she’ll say Yah well I feel all pretty happy too And I’m always pretty happy when I’m just kicking back with you
E sim, é verdade, ela vem: dia 11 de Junho, à Aula Magna em Lisboa. Provavelmente um dos últimos concertos a que irei durante muito tempo e que me vai lixar uma série de planos, mas sei que vale a pena.
Ps.: E para quem não sabe (eu própria só descobri há uns meses), o The Reminder não é o segundo disco, mas sim o terceiro. O primeiro chama-se Monarch e o segundo Let it die.
Esta é provavelmente uma das poucas bandas que me leva às lágrimas...
Eels, I'm going to stop pretending that i didn't break your heart
... tão rapidamente como à euforia desmedida.
Eels, Trouble with dreams
Com eles aprendi uma regra que já há muito aplicava no cinema e nos discos: nunca sair de um concerto antes de ter a certeza ABSOLUTA de que já acabou, ficar/ouvir/ver até ao fim do fim. Foi graças a isso que não perdi (eu e a meia dúzia de gatos pingados que restava na sala) o baterista Butch (e sim, ainda estou convencida de que aquilo foi uma aposta) a voltar ao palco e a tocar sozinho uma fabulosa/inusitada versão disto:
Kylie Minogue, I just can't get you out of my head
Tipo soco no estômago, tomem e digam lá (se tiverem coragem) que não é possível tornar uma música quase insuportável numa coisa menos má! E depois o regresso, com John Parish incluído para mais um encore.
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