30 April, 2012

    DEVIL IN ME (DJALLI BRENDA MEJE)
















     22-20s - 'Devil In Me'

    Well i can't get the devil
    Outside of me, outside of me
    No i can't get the devil
    Outside of me, outside of me

    But i hate the world and everything i see
    Everything i see, everything i see
    And i'll never get the devil
    Outside of me, outside of me

    And i hate the world and everything i see
    Everything i see, everything i see
    I know the meaning of the word when it came to me
    When it came to me, when it came to me

    I don't live, i just breathe
    I don't give and i don't recieve
    And i'll never get the devil
    Outside of me, outside of me

    I don't get all the good things
    You said i'd see, you said i'd see
    And i don't see the light
    Surrounding me, surrounding me

    But i see lovers walking free
    And i see red each tyrant say
    All the good things that'd come my way
    And i don't know you and you don't know me

    I know what i want, what i can be
    And i'll never get the devil
    Outside of me, outside of me
    Outside of me, outside of me
    Outside of me, outside of me
    Outside of me, outside of me
    Outside of me, outside of me

    26 April, 2012

    ASGJE TE MIRE PER MUA... (NO GOOD FOR ME)

    Eshte interesante si njeriu e kenaq veten me aq pak sa njeh, me aq sa di. Dhe e vlereson kete gje te shtrenjte deri ne maksimum, e ngren lart ne qiell... Dhe zor se zhduket edhe pas shume vitesh.
    Viti 1998, viti i pare ne gjimnaz. Kavaje. Dy shoke qe nuk benin asgje me teper se ajo qe benin moshataret e te rinjte e atyre viteve: vinin verdalle kot. S. priste te merrte Benzin 190D te babait, kur do e conte per te lavazho dhe keshtu te dy, bashke me mua, benim nja dy-tre-kater-pese-pafund xhiro ne po ato rruge arna-arna te qytetit me targe siglat KJ. Ecnim me 10/ne ore. Rrotat zhyteshin brenda ne pellgje me uje, gjoli ndotte llamarinen fringo te kalter dhe ne siper degjonim Prodigy me volumin ne fund. Prodigy! Ne vetem kaq dinim, emrin e ketij grupi 'te mallkuar' qe luante muzike elektronike, reiv (rave) apo ku di une si e quanim ne cunat atehere...
    Kaseta e zeze prej 60min kthehej e rikthehej derisa te beheshim vone per te kthyer mbrapsht veturen. Xhamat i linim hapur se keshtu degjohej edhe nga jashte ajo muzika e shpejte (garipe altruiste?), here-here i mbyllnim ngaqe kalonin makina te tjera dhe per te mos lejuar te hynte pluhuri i trashe brenda.
















    Katermbedhjete vite me vone ajo gjurma e mrekullueshme 'No Good (Start The Dance)' do te kishte po ate efekt marramendes. Aspak nostalgji per adoleshencen, vetem energji, gjuhe trupash, ftese per kercim, ritme tribale qe te plasin (megjithemend!) koken, ekstaze dhe mendje/sy qe fluturonje neper erresira... EDHE SOT!
    Gjerat kane ndryshuar (apo jo Saime?), por perseri, sikur ka dicka qe mbetet po ne ate vendin e vet...
    Edhe pse s'kishte asgje te mire per ne, ne ato vite, ne ate qytet. Pervec Prodigy-t!

    20 April, 2012

    THE BLACK HEART PROCESSION - RE E ZEZE QE MBULON DIELLIN, PER NJE BALADE ME SHUME

    1999. Nate. Kaliforni.
    'Procesimi i zi i zemres' mbeshtjell me vehte emocionin, klimen funerale te balades se shkelqyer, gjyqin sentimental te personave ne mase. Noir si filmat me vlera estetike, impresionues te ndjenjave, personale ne trajtim, embelsisht te trishtueshem, kolone zanore e zhgenjimeve dhe ndarjeve: ana e erret e Kalifornise naten.

















    Megjithate muzikalisht albumi Two (1999) i Black Heart Procession mbetet nje pune e paster dhe e mrekullueshme. Tingull perserites (monumentale 'A Light So Dim'), gati hipnotizues, ze malinkonik (degjoni Pall Jenkins ne 'It's A Crime I Never Told You About The Diamonds In Your Eyes'), vuajtes, atmosfera ceremonish mortore (fale tastierave te Thobias Nathaniel), ekzistencialiste ne lirika dhe ne tekstin qe kendojne.

















    Nuk behet fjale vetem per trishtim dhe 'te zezen' e gjendjes shpirterore, por per marshin statik qe ruajne, folklorin qe percjellin (country/folk), terheqjen magnetike qe ushtrojne me ate sound 'prej terri' qe aq shume i shkon kodrinave te Hollivudit. Naten.

    FASHION PARTY IN MY APARTMENT

     


















    Klody D.





    Ina N.

    //
    Dhe per te 'nuhatur' kolonen zanore te mbremjes, si prezantim mjafton muzika meposhte:

    Artist: The Neon Judgment
    Gjurma: 'The Fashion Party'
    Viti: 1981 (Belgjike)

    16 April, 2012

    MOSS ME 'I AM HUMAN' - NGA AMSTERDAMI ME POP-IN NE ZEMER

















    Artisti: Moss
    Albumi: Ornaments
    Viti: 2012

    Nese e mbani veten per ca pseudo-hipster, degjoni sahere muzike te rafinuar, organizoni mbremje te orientuara nga tingulli i viteve '80, lehtesisht dance-music apo hidheni andej nga hipnagogjiket e rinj, kjo gjurme ben per ju.
    Perndryshe, hiqni dore ta kuptoni dhe mbushni nje gote plot me qumesht te ftohte! Eshte akoma mengjes, apo jo? Be human.

    MAGNETIC FIELDS RIKTHEHEN. DHE BEJNE PER TE KERCYER

















    Artisti: Magnetic Fields
    Albumi: Love At The Bottom Of The Sea
    Viti: 2012

    [ Vini re!!! Vini re!!! Mund te te interesoje edhe:
    magnetic-fields-stephin-merritt ]

    12 April, 2012

    MGMT ME 'KIDS' - MAKIN' MAMA SO PROUD, BUT YOUR VOICE WAS TOO LOUD...

















    You were a child, crawlin' on your knees toward it.
    Makin' mama so proud, but your voice was too loud.
    We like to watch you laughing.
    You pick the insects off plants.
    No time to think of consequences.
    Control yourself.
    Take only what you need from it.
    A family of trees wantin',
    To be haunted.
    Control yourself.
    Take only what you need from it.
    A family of trees wantin', To be haunted.
    The water is warm, but it's sending me shivers.
    A baby is born, crying out for attention.
    Memories fade, like looking through a fogged mirror
    Decision to decisions are made and not bought
    But I thought, this wouldn't hurt a lot. I guess not.
    Control yourself.
    Take only what you need from it.
    A family of trees wantin', To be haunted.
    Control yourself.
    Take only what you need from it.
    A family of trees wantin', To be haunted.
    Control yourself. Take only what you need from it.
    A family of trees wantin', To be haunted.
    Control yourself. Take only what you need from it.
    A family of trees wantin', To be haunted.
    Control yourself. Take only what you need from it.
    A family of trees wantin', To be haunted.
    Control yourself.
    Take only what you need from it.
    A family of treeeeees...

    FIRST AID KIT - 'HARD BELIEVER': LOVE IS TOUGH, TIME IS ROUGH...

















    So you ask for my opinion
    Well what is there to say
    To be honest and just foolish
    Won't make you wanna stay
    You've got to go on and get moving
    I can't do that for you
    Got so many plans and so much you want to do
    Love is tough, time is rough
    Love is tough, time is rough
    Whoaaaa on me
    Well I see you've got your bible
    Your delusion imagery
    Well I don't need your eternity
    Or your meaning to feel free
    I just live because I love to
    And that's enough you see
    So don''t come preach about morality
    That's just human sense to me
    Love is tough, time is rough
    Love is tough, time is rough
    Whoaaaa on me
    On me-eeee .. on me-eee ... break

    And it's one life and it's this life
    And it's beautiful (repeat)
    And it's beau .. beau .. beau ... beautiful

    Love is tough, time is rough
    Whoaaaa on me

    10 April, 2012

    AROMA E A.

    Aromen gjeta
    une larg lules
    Dhe ne kete logjike
    humba plotesisht

    MINAT POSHTE AVULLIT TE FLORINJTE, DINAMOT DHE DASHURIA E PAMJAFTUESHME

    Ndoshta cfare ne dashuruam
    nuk ishte e mjaftueshme
    Nje dite e mesova
    i semure ne shtrat
    Minat poshte avullit te florinjte
    me kohe ne i kemi ngjeshur
    Kur te plasin
    avulli i florinjte
    hundet do bllokoje
    mushkerite do helmoje
    Keqardhje per hyjnite e harruara
    Ketu vend me s'ka per to
    Dinamot
    mbajtese drites se Diellit
    po shterojne
    Une syte mezi leviz
    Puthi buzet shpejt
    dhe shpreso te ngrihet
    Edhe njehere Ajo...
    Ndoshta cfare ne dashuruam
    nuk qe e mjaftueshme

    YLLI DIGJET, NE HUMBIM BRENDA NE TYMIN E BARDHE

    Rrita nje zog prej metali
    E ushqeva
    me krahe te zogjeve te tjere
    Metalike edhe ato
    Tani eshte atje lart
    Fluturoi larg
    Zevendesoi nje yll
    Ky u ndez flake
    Si syte e tu
    kur ndizen nga xhelozia
    Une e pashe te digjej
    Bashke me te edhe endrra jone
    Pa me endrrat
    brenda ne tymin e bardhe
    ne humbim

    TAIWAN LOMO CONCERT

    08 April, 2012

    HENA GRI

    Parakohe tek ndalesa
    Autobuzin humba perseri.
    Ndjek floket e zinj
    Ajo kthehet:
    hiqem sikur nuk e shoh.
    Ajri i mbremjes
    fytyren me ngroh
    Mendoj fjalet qe do te them
    Peshtyma perthahet.
    Asnje zhurme.
    Vetem nje frymemarrje.
    Copeza letre lart nga era
    ngrihen
    Lart ne qiell Hena gri
    deshmitaren luan
    Une vijat e gjata te pallateve
    gjemoj
    Hapat e vajzes
    si kompas mbatin

    06 April, 2012

    LISA GERMANO, GEEK THE GIRL (1994) DHE PSIKODRAMA E FEMRES

    Kryeveper-Kryeveper-Kryeveper-Kryeveper
    NUK KAM DEGJUAR KURRE NJE DISK SI KY!




















    Qe nga sot do bindeni t'i vendosni emrin 'Liza' vajzes suaj se ardhshme!
    Eshte me gjithe mend keshtu: une kam besuar gjithnje ne potencialitetin e femres si figure me misticitetin e saj, ne enigmen apo ne sekretin qe mbart/percjell, ne shprehine e se bukures, ne lartesine ku qendron ne lidhje me Token dhe ne, ne forcen dhe motivet qe i rrotullohen perqark. Kukull e magjishme... Por kurre nuk kisha menduar se te gjitha keto elemente mund te perqendroheshin te nje artiste te vetme, te nje muzike, te nje album autobiografik.

    Lisa Germano - 'Geek The Girl'
















    GEEK THE GIRL (4AD, 1994)
    Dritat fikur. E kycem mire deren.
    Kishte kohe qe nuk rrija i ulur ne kolltuk dhe te fiksoja pafundesisht me sy ngjyren e zeze te plastikes se altoparlanteve (e keni parasysh?). Dhe padukshem degjoj muziken e Lisa Germano-s: heshtje-heshtje-heshtje-heshtje-UNIVERS I BRENDSHEM. Nje eksperience e domosdosshme ne ditet e sotme per ne meshkujt, nje porte dytesore ne boten e gruas, nje rrefim intim i rrenqethshem!
    Instrumentet/tingujt nuk jane aspak te thjeshte: kitare klasike (linduar nga prinder muzikante!), violine ('Just Geek', 'Phantom Love'), piano dhe zeri i mrekullueshem akullnajor i Lisa-s krijojne atmosfera onirike per vajza qe kane gjera per te treguar, histori te vogla personale, paranojat, vuajtje te shpirtit, zbrazje te nje mendjeje te semure, kujtime nga femijeria e gervishur nga gjeste kafsherore (mjaft e veshtire per tu degjuar, megjithese eshte e detyrueshme per kedo qe do te kete nje ide rreth perjetimit te aktit te perdhunimit: '... A Psychopath'), ninulla per kukulla te prishura, udhetime neteve te pagjume te princeshave te vogla aq te deshirueshme ('Sexy Little Girl Princess')...
    Endrra te komplikuara, ose me mire makthe, te peshperitura vetes perpara pasqyres, naten.
    Kurajo dhe sakrifkim personal: e madhe dhe e pervecme znj. Germano!

    Lisa Germano - 'Sexy Little Girl Princess'