Saturday, September 29, 2007
I have an ecclectic music taste. I like different kinds of music, from Guns 'n Roses to Jobim. from Lenny Kravitz to The Rolling Stones to Coldplay.
Tonight I'm listening to bossa nova. Well, this music is bliss. I would like to have lived in the sixties, sipping martinis in Copacabana and Ipanema.
Stan Getz and Jobim created masterpieces. Desafinado and Corcovado are classics. The girl from Ipanema let's your mind travel to Delfim Moreira Av. and dream about beautiful Brazilian girls.
So tonight I'll stick with bossa nova. Please skip Frank Sinatra singing bossa nova. He is much better with other standards, not with Brazilian ones.
Please listen to Astrud Gilberto:
Quiet nights of quiet stars
quiet chords from my guitar
floating on the silence that surrounds us
Quiet thoughts and quiet dreams
Quiet walks by quiet streams
and a window that looks out on Corcovado
Oh, how lovely
Um cantihno, Um violao (A sweet song, a guitar)
Este amor, Uma cancao (This love, A song)
P'ra fazer feliz a quem se ama (To make happy whom is loved.)
Muita calma p'ra pensar (Much calm to think)
E ter tempo p'ra sonhar (And have time to dream)
Da janela ve-se o Corcovado (From the window, Corcovado can be seen)
O Redentor, que lindo! (The Redeemer, how beautifull!)
Quero a vida sempre assim (I want life to always be like this.)
Com vocé perto de mim (With you right next to me)
até o apagar da velha chama. ('till the love ends.)
E eu que era triste (And I who was sad)
Descrente deste mundo (Having lost faith in this world)
Ao encontra voce eu conheci (I found you and then I knew)
o que é felicidade, meu amor (what happiness is, my love )
So danço samba!
Saturday, July 7, 2007
It was 1992 and I spending a few weeks in
Sweet Jane's version in that Lou Reed record was phenomenal. Some people hated it, as the whole album, but I think it was Lou Reed as authentic as it gets.
It must have been serendipity: there is were I listened to the famous verses of Yeats for the first time: "the best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity"
That led me to the poem The Second Coming, which is cited very often in all kind of situations, from The Economist's Buttonwood (Philip Coggan), to the The Sopranos episode of the sixth season, where A.J. attempts suicide in the family pool.
“what rough beast, its hour come round at last, slouches towards
But I’ll talk about The Economist’s Buttonwood, The Sopranos final season, and Stan Getz’s bossa nova in another occasion.
I’ll leave you with an attempt of a transcript of Sweet Jane in “Live Take No Prisoners”. Enjoy.
"Sweet Jane" - Live: Take No Prisoners – The Bottom Line, NYC - May 1978 – Arista
Sound Effects: Match taken out of box and being lit
Lou: Hello, sorry we're late, but we were just tuning
Bottom Line, audience: Lou Reed, best!
What's the matter, they keep you waiting or something…
Are we late?
It's raining out there...
What do you mean it's raining out… We know it's fucking raining out…
Men, the guy who tightened this microphone has just sill in.. I can’t, look at that, look at that.
I better either grow an inch men or I need a boyfriend.
Fan1: Need a what? Need a what?
Lou: A boyfriend, can't you fucking hear what's wrong with you?
Fan1: Need a what?
Fans: Come on now, Sweet Jane!
Fan1: I heard that
Lou: I'm gonna quote a line like like from from Yeats
I think it is like for you
and that's called the best like all convictions,
while the best are filled...,
no no it's the other way round.
The best like all convictions hahaha
and the worst are filled with a passionate intensity....
now you figure out who I am
Fans: Do it men, do it!
One two, one two three four
Standing on the corner
The suitcase in my hand
Jack is in his corset, Jane is in her vest
I hear you
I hear you knocking but you can't come in
Hey honey, I'm in a rock and roll band
and ridin' a Stutz Bearcat
those were different times
and those ladies they studied rules of verse
and all those ladies, they rolled their eyes
Now Jack, he is a banker
and Jane, she is just a little bitty clerk
And both of them
Hey you little people out there
I saw you little people
Don't you hated those Academy Awards, man?
You know they said: here's fucking Barbara Streisand
She says: I want to thank all those little people
There's too many little people
I can't get their names
Fuck her and you little people
I like big people
Fuck short people and tall people, man, I like middle people
You've ever meet somebody from
Now Jack, he is a banker
and Jane, she is a clerk
Gimme good clerk
I give good clerk
And both them man, they saved their pennies
and their fucking nickels and their dimes, and it builds up
they got a nest egg
here comes the condominium
You're sitting there by the fire man
So let your fire, you plug it in
I like make believe fire
I like make believe love too
Oohh mama, give me some make believe love
Hey: Make believe love: that's a album title, Michael,
write that down, quick,
and fuck if I forget it
You're listening to some classical music, hey,
you better watch it now
It's only one time one time only to vote
Hey, The March Of The Wooden Soldiers
Have you ever put a quarter in those machines man?
You know: like the bear that plays basketball?
You put a quarter in
I guess you never put a quarter in it ha?
Some people say I'm residue
The March Of The Wooden Soldiers
Where were you on the list when they called you for
Hey man for
Are you political Lou?
Political about what?
Give me an issue, I’ll give you a tissue
And wipe my ass with it
We're just here to make out
You bend over
We put the head in, you know
if you don't like it
then we'll talk about it
Face north, Jack
Are we been broadcast tonight?
I ain't no snob man
Oh sweet Jane
You know, there's some people man , they like to go out dancing
Why should you?
What about her?
If you write as good as you talk, nobody reads you
What do I look like any young man up here, man ?
You know I found my wife in the living room in a Volkswagen
Said: how did you get there?
Made it right through the kitchen
Ain't that funny, haha?
And there's some evil motherfuckers
oh, oh, oohh,
that tell you that life is just made out of dirt
and that eh
ah man, those pretty women they never really fake
Those villains always shut up you
And blink there eyes
There little bitty children are the only ones that blush
And that life
Life is just to die
But I’ll tell you something
Hey man, anyone who's got a heart
a rock and roll heart
Would you turn around and break it?
And you know
Do that again Michael
Is that control?
Watch this now
And anyone who has played the part you know, hey, hey man
they wouldn’t turn around and hate it