DEEPCHORD PRESENTS ECHOSPACE - EKSPERIENCE PERMES SHQISAVE. UDHETIME HELMUESE DHE MINIMALIZEM HIPNOTIZUES

Eshte sikur 'degjon muziken TECHNO-DUB nga perjashte deres kryesore'.
Sic shkon ne klub, merr per te pire, njihesh me dike (qe me siguri var memoriet RAM te kompjuterit mbi qafe) dhe del jashte. Pret dicka, pret te ndodhe dicka, por qe nuk e di me te vertete se cfare mund te jete. Kohen? Dhe nderKohe muzika brenda humbet frekuencat e larta dhe, pikerisht aty dek hapesira (echoSpace) e vogel perpara daljes, mberrin vetem nje perqindje e vogel e atyre cikleve te pafundem rrahes (beat-et e 'Firefly'). Efekti kap veshin, shqisat e me pas qelizat e mendjes...
Urdhri eshte te humbesh ne thellesi (deep). Ndadalesisht...

Projekti i Deepchord Presents Echospace eshte tmerresisht helmues. Eshte fakt ky. Cilesi e garantuar. Kopertinat dhe fletpalosjet e koncept-albumeve jane gjithnje nje mengjezore me arkitekture bashkekohore, apo nje Tokio naten, pare nga lart. Nje muzike per nje nga ato pjeset e filmave aziatike (Shanghai?) ku ai/ajo lakuriq del ne ballkon ne nje urbanistike te cmendur dhe gjemon me sy dritat e shperndara poshte ('Celestialis', 2007)...

Fjalet kyce jane dy. E para eshte 'MINIMAL': nje ndotje e tingullit te Detroit-it (cunat e Deepchord jane nga Micigan!) me dj-t e bareve te Berlinit. E dyta eshte 'HIPNOTIZUES': nje rit nokturn qe perseritet derisa ti te lesh peng intelektin ne shinat e trenave elektrike super-te-shpejte.
Nuk kam shume per te shkruar. Me te vertete! Provoni eksperiencen ('Sunset' nga albumi The Coldest Season), thithni hapesiren qe krijohet perqark jush dhe mbushni mushkerite me zhurmen e organizuar.
Hapesiren, ne kuptimin e pergjithshem, tashme e kane pushtuar. Valet.

(ps: po ju le me nje koment marre nga 'Burnt Stage' ne web:

A pregnant woman steps onto an underground train. The foyer is crowded. Electronic doors and devices chime gently around her. She takes the stairs to a warm quiet carriage and leans her weary head on the window, gazing out at the dark tunnel before her. The developing child sees nothing, as he has always done. But this is what he hears...)

[FLYER] - EVERYNIGHT I DIE AT MIYAGIS

ELEGANTET BEL CANTO - E NJIHNIT KETE BAND NORVEGJEZE JU?

Mjaft me. Shume nxehte. Burimi, ku eshte burimi i ujit te kristalte? Heret ose vone rikthehem atje. Ne territore te ftohta, larg (ne skedaret e humbur ne harddisk, do thonit ju?) ne Veriun purifikues, ne Norvegji me saktesi. Albume qe jane destinuar te rrine perjetesisht ne zemren e pakices, ne mendjet e shpirtet e me te ndjeshmeve, nuk i perket aspak nostalgjikeve, por inteligjences intime, biosferes personale.

Anneli Drecker eshte kjo flokekuqja qe degjoni ne sfond me 'Agassiz'. Akullnaja (albumi White-Out Conditions) qe krisen nga tastierat ('Time Without End' 1987, jemi ne mesin e eres synth?) dhe nga zera prej 'vajza shume inteligjente per tu mjaftuar me magjine e dashurise', melankolise se kujtimeve dhe keshtu strehohen shpesh ne vetmine e deshiruar ('The Suffering'). Dhe nuk merziten kollaj. Luajne me harmonite qe stile te ndryshme u ofrojne: tastiera qe te shtine dritherimat, korzina keltesh, rage indiane, epike e Rilindjes (e vitit 1989 'A Shoulder To The Wheel' perkrahe jane koleget Lisa Gerrard e Dead Can Dance, Elisabeth Fraser e Cocteau Twins), folklor, akorde te pazakonte, vokalitet endrrimtar (albumi Bird Of Passage, 1989). I kane gjetur edhe emrin rrymes: synth-folk!

Veriu si nje bote tingujsh me vehte. Harqe, violina, trumbeta, tastiera qe mbushin programin e Nils Johansen mbrapa ne regji dhe ruajne gjithnje si protagoniste zerin e Miss. Drecker. Fleksibel ne tonalitet, di te kaloje nga nje butesi elementare ne nje agresivitet zanor papritmas, qiell i qarte dhe re kercenuese. Karriere ajo e Bel Canto qe njihet mire nga ndjekesit e ambient-it (Brian Eno?) edhe pasi Geir Jenssen braktis projektin dhe i dedikohet grupit Biosphere.

Bel Canto rikthehen ne 1996 me Magic Box, nje koleksion i ri baladash, ritmesh prej Lindjes se Mesme, gjurme funky-soul, tingujsh karaibike, perzgjatjesh indiane (i mrekullueshem karvani 'Bombay'):

've been to Bombay
I've seen what a man can do
He climbs up a straight rope right up to the clear full-moon

And "boom", he is gone
Yeah, heaven is not that far

Nje celebrim muzikes me te rafinuar!

OUT OF FOCUS

YVES DRILLET - YOUNG AND BORED

NE MILANO TEK MACAO

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

CAPITALISM - MONEY KILLS CULTURE

BYE BYE BORA BORA...

Bora I.

NOTES FROM UNDERGROUND

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!

SALONE INTERNAZIONALE DEL MOBILE - MILANO DESIGN, 2012

TO KEEP ORIENTATION

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)

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 ]

BURIME ALTERNATIVE RRUGES...

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