Behet fjale per nje periudhe konfuzioni, me te vertete intensive ne lidhje me piken e ekzistences sime, nga nje kendveshtrim pragmatik, te tipit: cfare dreqin jam duke bere une?
Sa stresuese eshte te qenit autoshkaterrues dhe duke e ngaterruar kete me nje ndjenje intesive. Gabimisht!
Madje me shume ngjan me nje brejtje. Ose me nje vdekje nderkohe qe ylberi vizatohet siper ne qiell.
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Pershtypje shoqerojne muziken jo te thjeshte te Jamie Stewart (Xiu Xiu).
Nuk po kerkonim per artiste qe kalonin kufijte, thyenin barrierat, preknin ndergjegje me tutje?
Apo me mire te degjojme muziken e mjaft me kaq?
Jam dakord.
Po gjithsesi, datelindja eshte 1977. Kili.
Ajo rikthehet vite me pas, sikur ne te lejoheshim te largoheshim lirshem nga Shqiperia ne vitet 1980...
Nejse, histori tjeter. Apo jo? Eshte me e ngjashme sesa kujtojme...
Kjo muzike therret per nostalgji, muzike hispanike e cila zbukuron nje periudhe femijerie kurre e perjetuar si duhet. Dhe nuk eshte thjesht nje OST per ndonje serial amerikan te bujshem e te mire (Breaking Bad)...
Jo, nuk ka justifikime. Tashme dilni ne rruge, ose ngrini volumin ne ballkon, dhome ose oborr: kjo muzike ngjall levizje, per te gjithe nivelet e shtresat!
This song is a commentary on white people trying to fit into subcultures dominated by minorities, African Americans and Jamaicans, respectively. It’s summarized well in the line,
Move into his neighborhood, he’ll never make a sound
It’s referring to the lack of solidarity many of these white posers have with the actual problems of the minorities they are trying to identify with. For instance, gentrification and the disintegration of their historic neighborhoods.
One night, some years before, riding the bicycle, I came across this song in my head...
It was the sound that approached my thoughts for a few minutes, but something lasted more. I felt like I should relief myself from planned issues...
It had put fire on my senses.
No more need for interesting things to say at first moments, just the energy to release in the air. That night, nobody knew what exactly was!
(No)veteran space-pop-rockers Mercury Rev release their seventhstudio album, Snowflake Midnight, after a three-year gap since 2005's The Secret Migration.
Prill (2008); albumi i trete i Mark Kozelek, ish Red House Painters, eshte nje peshtjellim i ngushte memorie dhe kohezgjtaje.
Zgjon te kaluaren (femijerine ne Ohaio), nganjehere ne forme idilike, nganjehere jofunksionale, ku shkalla adoleshent-adult u kepercye mjaft shpejt, me dashuri te humbura te cilat lusin per harrese...
Kujtime qe i rreshqasin gjithckaje, pervecse syrit te mendjes.
Qasje artistike e mbushur me sentimentalizem te sheqerosur, shoqeruar me ate tignull drone-fushe-country-te-vetmuar. Kenge qe ftojne per nje test; ate te durimit, te shijes se kohes qe iken. Distilim i perkryer i trishtimit dhe keqardhjes. Dhe ne fakt instrumentet jane te perhershmit per kesisoj veprash: ze i plote dhe kitare.
"No, this is not my guitar/ I'm bringing it to a friend/ And no I don't
sing/ I'm only humming along/ Up here in the air/ I'm just moaning at
the clouds/ Wanting to be known/ While I pass the lonely hours"
Histori, se per keto behet fjale: histori. Drama personale qe kerkojne pergjigje universale. Prekes ne sfond si ai dielli i zbehte qe nuk ndryshon intensitet pasditeve te ftohta.
Ndoshta muzika e ish-it te Red House Painters ndjell nostalgji ne nje shkretetire te erret (si kopertinat e albumeve!), por a nuk eshte valle kjo ndjenje shenje e mire? Kujtim per humbjen. Drame qe vazhdon pas humbjes, drame i te vetmuarit qe perballet me vdekshmerine.
Perjetesisht.
Today was a pretty day, no disappointments No expectations on your whereabouts And oh, did I let you go? Did it finally show That strange things will happen if you let them?
Today I didn't even try to hide I'll stay here and never push things to the side You can't reach me 'cause I'm way beyond you today
Today was a pretty day, autumn comes with These slight surprises where your life might twist and turn Hope to unlearn, strange things will happen If you let them come around and stick around
Today I didn't even try to hide I'll stay here and never push things to the side You can't reach me 'cause I'm way beyond you today
Today I didn't even try to hide I'll stay here and never push things to the side Today I didn't even look to find Something to put me in that peace of mind You can't touch me 'cause I'm way beyond you today
Une dhe e dashura ime ishim grindur per nje ceshtje banale...
Nga Afrika (na duket kaq larg dhe afer ne evropianeve!) ate mbremje luanin nje grup plot me personazhe karizmatike (baobab, si pema e mocme!), te cilet kercenin e te jepnin pershtypjen se ishin ne atdhete e tyre ne kontinentin e poshtem (populli wolof, ritmi pachanga, stile afro-kubane)...
Nje ndjesi kaq te thelle perkatesie, perberjeje, saqe banda e muzikes (Orchestra Baobab) grupoi te gjithe ata avropiane (te huaj) te sperkatur me muziken afro-etnik, tribal, samba (rumba afrikane), klasike veri-afrikane te nxiteshin e te mbushnin skenen, me hedhje hapash shkretetirore, prej xhungle, apo ritme kubane;
nje force fizike e vazhdueshme e verberuar nga ngjyrat e kostumeve extralarge, me gotat plastike plot me alkol qe kercenin papushim ne vallezim cift, sinkronizuar me ate tipin me pelerinen e gjate te zeze, i cili kryqezonte gjunjet me klarineten futur ne goje...
Kooperativa, grupime sociale non-profit (italiane), te rinj te evoluar ne eren e (non)globalizimit ishin te bashkuar poshte nje muzike qe prekte thelle... Qe prekte zemrat, poezine e shpirtit, ndjenjat e altruizmit, perkatesise, humanizmit, idealeve boterore te mireqenies, te barazise perpara veshtiresive ekonomike (dominuese), por edhe perpara gezimit, te mendjes te hapur, perparimit te miremenduar...
Orchestra Baobab perfaqesojne nje nga grupet me te medhaja ne bote!
Nje nga realitetet me te ndjekura ne skenat internacionale muzikore, nje ngjarje, nje fenomen pothuajse elitar (per nga inertsia njohjese!), nje kenaqesi personale ekstra- etno-kufitare, eksperience unike per te prekur rracen e zeze, zakonet, kulturen shumevjecare, aktualizmat e madje te ardhmen e kontinentit me te vjeter.
Ndjesia dhe sikleti kur nuk di se si te sillesh kur dashuron dicka kaq shume sa nuk arrin, ose e ke fare te qarte qe nuk do zgjase shume kohe perpara se ta ndash me te tjeret. Eshte universal fenomeni, apo jo?
Mundi, rastesia, njefare perkatesie dhe bukuria kur ruan ca si pilastra ne muzike jane te zakonshme, kurse ate per te cilen po shkruaj ketu shkon diku me tutje. Per mua perfaqeson nje defekt, nje cen ne ego, nje devijim ndoshta ne karakterin dhe mishmashin e shijeve (artistike)... Mirepo qe piqen me kalimin e kohes, ose me mire zbuten, ndryshojne intensitet. Me besoni!
Dhe atehere fillon te besosh se ndarja (e kukullave!) me te tjeret jo mund te sjelle, por me siguri sjell te papritura me linja forcash me te madhaja, krijon menjehere nje fushe magnetike te pelqyeshme, nje perzierje shijesh me intrapersonalen, zbulime gazuese te amplifikuara nga shumeprania aktive e te tjereve... Me ndiqni?
Nuk kam mbaruar ende; e mepasshmi kupton me plot qenien tende se kap nje nivel me te larte maturiteti dhe intelekti... Takon, si te them, brendesine tende te mirefillte!
U donte nje film, ose me mire nje skenografi, nje eksperience, nje skene, nje kenge, xhiruar filozofikisht nga vellezerit Coen per te me zgjuar nga serioziteti i sheshte dhe te me sillte ne humorin personal (gjithnje te sofistikuar!) te regjizoreve mjaft-amerikane.
Its very bad for a girl to be too pretty. It stops her developing a sense of humor, or even a personality.
The truth is, I now don't travel back at all.
Not even for the day.
I just try to live every day as if I've deliberately come back to this one day
to enjoy it as if it was the full final day of my extraordinary, ordinary life.
I'd only give one piece of advice to anyone marrying. We're all quite
similar in the end. We all get old and tell the same tales too many
times. But try and marry someone kind. And this is a kind man with a
good heart.
No, I never said we could fix things. I specifically never said that.
Life's a mixed bag, no matter who you are. Look at Jesus: he was the son
of a God, for God's sake and look how that turned out.
Be catapulted with the mysterious Swedish voodoo-psych outfit onto the world stage with its mixture of wah-fuzz riffing, energetically chanted vocals and mystical polyrhythms, with colourful and hyper-kinetic live rituals to match;
syncopated rhythms of afrobeat ('Golden Dawn'), evoking a freedom of spirit that snakes
its hips in defiance against the anguished shrieks of their ancestors...
... Somebody tell me how we got that far
I don't even know right now who we are
If you know that you're not breathing, get out
We can always just leave here, drive off
Life is just a flicker in the universe
Ooh under the stars, we're indestructible
(it's just a flick in the universe.
under the stars, we're indestructible)
Oh somebody let me drive that car
Every ride and down the freeway to watch it all
We'll be making love
Together living in a free fall
Oh won't you come with me and go far...
Sic e shpjegon vete Alec K Redfearn: "Eyesores luajne muzike krijuese qe prej 15-vjetesh dhe perbejne nje ansambel te papenguar nga etiketat, mjaft te veshtire per tu kataloguar ne rryma".
Disku i tyre i shtate (Sister Death, 2012) nuk ka te krahasuar ne skenen muzikore te nendheshme (underground) duke u shtyre gjithnje e me shume ne kerkim te nje tingulli te ri, kesaj rradhe idealisht ne Evropen e Lindjes (bej me mendje nje linje nga Irlanda, duke kaluar ne Transilvani, e deri ne Ballkan), ku fizarmonika kryeson instrumentet e tjere te pazakonte (piano Wurlitzer, kitare havajane, ukulele, dy bas-e etj).
Mbulesa e ketij albumi psikedelik shfaqet me nje bukuroshe duarhapur, si per te parashikuar titullin. Alec shoqerohet, pervecse nga nje ushtri me muzikante te mirenjohur, edhe nga chanteuseOrion Rigel Dommisse (dhe ne fakt duetet dy-zerash jane mes te dyve!).
Une i falenderoj vecanerisht per cilesine e mire ne kete eksperimentim te habitshem dhe origjinal (folk, rock, dark, balada...), plot gjelberim te perjetshem, shfryerje te shfrenuar te shqisave, thesare te fshehura (te pallogaritur!) dhe zjarrit te rastesishem qe digjet ('Fire Shuffle').
...Power to the people, we don't want it, we want pleasure And the TV's try to rape us and I guess that they're succeeding And we're going to these meetings but we're not doing any meeting And we're trying to be faithful but we're cheating, cheating, cheating...
“We need a home in the psychological sense as much as we need one in the physical: to compensate for a vulnerability. We need a refuge to shore up our states of mind, because so much of the world is opposed to our allegiances. We need our rooms to align us to desirable versions of ourselves and to keep alive the important, evanescent sides of us.”
“Our homes do not have to offer us permanent occupancy or store our clothes to merit the name. To speak of home in relation to a building is simply to recognise its harmony with our own prized internal song. Home can be an airport or a library, a garden or a motorway diner.”
“We depend on our surroundings obliquely to embody the moods and ideas we respect and then to remind us of them. We look to our buildings to hold us, like a kind of psychological mould, to a helpful vision of ourselves. We arrange around us material forms which communicate to us what we need: but are at constant risk of forgetting what we need: within. We turn to wallpaper, benches, paintings and streets to staunch the disappearance of our true selves.”
“A feeling of beauty is a sign that we have come upon a material articulation of certain of our ideas of a good life.”
“It is in dialogue with pain that many beautiful things acquire their value.”
Deshmi per suksesin e nje revival-i, te rilyer me boje, te viteve '80 (degjo te hershmit LCD Soundsystem apo The Rapture), muzika e kercimit [dance] u rikthya fuqishem me keto Holy Ghost!, ose amerikanet (Nick Millhiser dhe Alex Frankel) nga Bruklini (NY).
Pasi firmosen per etiketen e pavarur DFA Records, 'Do It Again' sherbeu si prelud per albumin e tyre te 2011 me te njejtin titull.
Nje mesim per sjelljen ne rastisje 'hipster-ash' apo 'normcore'. Cfaredolloj gjeje duan te thone keta terma sot!
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