MY SASSY GIRL [YEOPGIJEOGIN GEUNYEO] - KNOW WHAT FATE IS? BUILDING A BRIDGE OF CHANCE FOR SOMEONE YOU LOVE

CHRYSTA BELL (THIS TRAIN, 2011) - MUZIKE PER VESHIN, RREPTESISHT PAS ORES 00:00

Edhe pse ishin takuar (periodikisht) rralle here gjate pesembedhjete viteve te fundit, David Lynch nuk gaboi kur i dha besimin e tij kesaj muze flokekuqe; Chrysta Bell.

Dhe ku ka gje me te bukur kur muzike e bukur (edhe pse kenduar nga jo-muzikante te mirefillte!) nuk vihet re nga shumica 'qe vlen' ne ditet e sotme. Nje pop me trajta te erreta, por gjithnje delikat, me orientim nokturn, enderrimtar e pse jo, seksi...

Gospel i embel, balada apo peshperitje fjalesh dashurie, shqiptuar pergjysme ne vesh, nuk bejne perjashtim ne kete album (This Train, 2011); ruajne nje intensitet misterioz e ngadalesi zhvillimi filmash amerikane ku ikonat protagoniste enden vetem neper rruge... 

Ah, tani e kuptoj mire pse i ka pelqyer kaq shume Lynch-it!

BOOZOO BAJOU ME 'NIGHT OVER MANAUS' - ELEMENTE TE ELEKTRONIKES KRYQEZUAR ME STILIN KLASIK BRAZILIAN

E quajne 'brazilliance', nje perzierje aromash bossa nova, samba e batacuda, me elektroniken evropiane (gjermane, ne kete rast!).

Me erdhen ne mendje Boozoo Bajou meqe po degjoja e vleresoja pozitivisht albumin e tyre te fundit (4, 2014), tashme kult neper kolonat zanore te mbremjeve me muzike te rafinuar (bashke me Thievery Coorporation) dhe shpejt kaperceva ne playlist ne gjurmen 'Night Over Manaus' (albumi Satta, 2001); jo imitim, por te ben sikur te jesh aty, ne ate atmosfere braziliane, te ambjenton kollaj dmth...

Funksionon perhere!  

DJ WANK ME 'CRIZZY JAZZ' - KUR KERCIMI BEHET AUTOMATIZEM I CMENDUR

Momenti kur ne nje mbremje pseudo-intelektualesh, organizuar nga njerI qe sapo eshte kthyer nga nje udhetim i larget, njerA nderron gjurme papritmas, ngren volumin e altoparlanteve te rinj dhe me fustanin, alla-hipster tashme, fillon e kercen vetem (sic e do kodi i njerezve me kurajo te spikatur!)... Vemendja orientohet si me magnet...

Muzika e mosperputhshme, me pavend do te ishte pikerisht ky 'Crizzy Jazz' i pavarur (prodhim i nje etikete gjermane!): nje jazz i lire, baterik, shpejt shperthyes, ndoshta ne trajte swing-u per ciftet qe mesojne figura te reja, si prove qe kurset e vallezimit jane gjithnje ne mode e qe e kaluara ne piste kishte njefare joshjeje qe sot na rreshqet...

EASTENDERS FEAT. BAJKA - 'CAPITALISM'

'Capitalism' is the first track from Eastenders's album Beyond The Path (2007) and features the distinctive voice of Bajka Pluwatsch (collaborations with Bonobo, Radio Citizen and Beanfield).

It combines a laid back reggae flavour with oriental strings (it seems turkish to me!) and Bajka´s unique lyrics.

JAN ROHDE AND THE ADVENTURERS - "DOIN' THE JENKA" (1963)

U donte kembengulja e nenes sime te me mesonte me cdo kusht nje kercim mjaft 'te lezetshem' ('penguin dance'), qe une te zbuloja nje grup legjendar skandinav (The Adventurers) me nje kenge kaq rock'n roll (sixties) aq edhe te gezueshme ('jenkka' perfaqeson nje lloj kercimi folkloristik finlandez, me ritem te shpejte e luajtje kembesh ne pozicione te mirepercaktuara)...

E kote te pershkruaj fytyren time ndersa shihja 'kete' grua 56-vjecare te kerceje me hov nje muzike te tille (e do ishte akoma e lejueshme, nen ndikimin sovietik, ne regjimin e atehershem ne Shqiperi)!

 

SUBMARINE [KINEMATOGRAF, 2010]

BENCE BAKONYI. HARMONIC COMPOSITIONS, WELL-ORDERED SPACES, AND THE MODERATENESS AND ELEGANCE THAT STEMS FROM THE USE OF DELICATE PASTELS [URBANITE, FOTOGRAF]

WHEN THE HUSBAND COMES... [ALBANIAN URBAN LYRIC SONG IN THE 1930s]

My attempt to explain to a foreign friend the meaning of this Albanian citizenship song, succeeded half (great emotions always interrupt my linearity!).

But, to my surprise, it was him who commented his impressions listening to diva Tefta Tashko:

"it reminds me pieces of rarely Asian music (probably theatrical or drama), like tunes sung maybe during a trip to meet her lover (or waiting at home for him), with that feminine erotic attraction, typical to people with excessive passion in their life...".

NORMANDY'S FRIENDS ON THE ROAD TRIP...

HOLLY GOLIGHTLY - 'THERE'S AN END' [BROKEN FLOWERS OST]

Words disappear,
Words weren't so clear,
Only echos passing through the night.
The lines on my face,
Your fingers once traced,
Fading reflection of what was.
Thoughts re-arrange,
Familar now strange,
All my skin is drifting on the wind.
Spring brings the rain,
With winter comes pain,
Every season has an end.
I try to see through the disguise,
But the clouds were there,
Blocking out the sun (the sun).
Thoughts re-arrange,
Familar now strange,
All my skin is drifting on the wind.
Spring brings the rain,
With winter comes pain,
Every season has an end.
There's an end,
There's an end,
There's an end,
There's an end.

TO REALIZE THAT ALL YOUR LIFE, ALL YOUR LOVE, ALL YOUR HATE, ALL YOUR MEMORIES, ALL YOUR PAIN, IT WAS ALL THE SAME THING. IT WAS ALL THE SAME DREAM, A DREAM THAT YOU HAD INSIDE A LOCKED ROOM, A DREAM ABOUT BEING A PERSON. AND LIKE A LOT OF DREAMS, THERE'S A MONSTER AT THE END OF IT. [RUST COHLE - TRUE DETECTIVE, 2014]

"I'd consider myself a realist, alright? But in philosophical terms I'm what's called a pessimist...

I think human consciousness is a tragic misstep in evolution. We became too self-aware. Nature created an aspect of nature separate from itself; we are creatures that should not exist by natural law...

We are things that labor under the illusion of having a self, that accretion of sensory experience and feelings, programmed with total assurance that we are each somebody, when in fact everbody's nobody...

I think the honorable thing for our species to do is to deny our programming. Stop reproducing, walk hand in hand into extinction; one last midnight, brothers and sisters opting out of a raw deal."