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miércoles, 30 de julio de 2014

LECTURAS RECOMENDADAS : POR FAVOR MÁTAME...


Nueva sección para el blog,  que bien le hacía falta una renovación después del largo letargo producitivo de éste. Recomendar lecturas es como recomendar música, y, si encima recomiendas lecturas musicadas, tienes el quit completo.

Para esta primera entrada he escogido, "Por favor mátame : la historia oral del punk". Obra recopilatoria que compuso Legs McNeil ayudado por Guilliam McCain. Legs fue protagonista en primera persona de lo que se cocía en Nueva York durante los 70. Cofundador del fanzine "punk", e incansable escritor y vividor de la escena underground newyorkina. 

540 páginas que te mantendrán enganchado sin piedad durante el desarrollo de la lectura, incluso lamentarás haberla acabado tan pronto y, te sorprenderás releyendo  estractos del libro en numerosas ocasiones posteriores.

Fue editado en Estados Unidos, en 1996, traducido al castellano en 1999, reeditado y ampliado en 2007 por Jaime Gonzalo para Discos Crudos. Libro compuesto con comentarios, estractos de entrevistas y chaladuras varias. Se documenta la historia de manera singular y la narran desde los músicos, los roadies, productores, actores, hasta los  camareros, chaperos, camellos, groupies o colegas ocasionales.  Cualquier comentario está interconectado con los demás, por absurdo que parezca. Por poner un ejemplo de esta descripción, uno de los personajes centrales, Johnny Thunders aparece en numerosas ocasiones a lo largo del libro, sin haber aportado un comentario propio a la composición.

De la genialidad a lo absurdo, de la grandeza a las más altas cotas de la miseria, y siempre presente la muerte. En fin, nada de entronizar a los individuos, simplemente mostrar su ruindad más visible para que perdure lo importante, la transgresión natural de la música de una época.

Repasa de manera original desde la Velvet Underground, hasta la última gira de los Sex Pistols, incluyendo la muerte de Sid Vicious y Johnny Thunders.La escena poética de Pattie Smith y compañía. La fuerza innata de Detroit con MC5 e Iggy Pop and the Stooges. La genialidad de los New York Dolls, el carisma innato Johnny Thunders y Richard Hell. Los entresijos del Max Kansas City y el CBGB, con el alumbramiento de los Ramones, Dead Boys, Dictators...  En fin, toda una amalgama de despropósitos...

 Pues lo dicho, lo que viene siendo una lectura que todo amante de la literatura musical debería leer...

Capítulos musicados:
Velvet Underground, o como lo sucio y molesto empezó a tomar luz



Pattie Smith o como la poesía puede convertirse en una fria y calculada estrategia:



New York Dolls o como destruir la sensación del rock star...



Richard Hell and the Voidoids o como el vacío de la nada puede definirlo todo...




Ramones o como crear un equipo ideal de la manera más incorrecta:




Dictators o como pasar de ser un macarra de barrio a ser un macarra de barrio...



Dead Boys o como sucumbir al reductor sónico:



Iggy pop and the stooges o como no perecer en el intento :



Sex Pistols o como la muerte se cobra el sentido a la vida:



Johnny Thunders o como sacar la derrota de las garras de la victoria:





jueves, 10 de febrero de 2011

CANCIONES VARIAS 1


BLANK GENERATION (RICHARD HELL AND THE VOIDOIDS)



I was saying let me out of here before I was even born
It's such a gamble when you get a face
It's fascinatin' to observe what the mirror does
But when I dine it's for the wall that I set a place

I belong to the blank generation and
I can take it or leave it each time
I belong to the generation but
I can take it or leave it each time

Triangles were fallin' at the window as the doctor cursed
He was a cartoon long forsaken by the public eye
The nurse adjusted her garters as I breathed my first
The doctor grabbed my throat and yelled,
"God's consolation prize!"

I belong to the blank generation
I can take it or leave it each time
I belong to the generation but
I can take it or leave it each time

To hold the tv to my lips, the air so packed with cash
Then carry it up flights of stairs and
drop it in the vacant lot
To lose my train of thought and fall into your arms' tracks
And watch beneath the eyelids every passing dot

I belong to the blank generation and
I can take it or leave it each time
I belong to the generation but
I can take it or leave it each time

I belong to the blank generation and
I can take it or leave it each time
I belong to the generation but
I can take it or leave it each time






Well, that's just the way it goes
This city is so cold
And I'm ... I'm so-so
That's why I know (I say hey)

Born to lose
Born to lose
Born to lose
Baby I was born to lose

Nothing to do
And nothing to say
Only one thing that I know
It's the only way ... I said hit it!

Born to lose (I say hey)
Born to lose (I say hey)
Born to lose
Baby I was born to lose

Baby I was born to lose

Living in a jungle
It ain't so hard
But living in the city
It'll eat out ... eat out your heart (I said hey)

Born to lose (I say hey)
Born to lose (I say hey)
Born to lose
Baby I was born to lose

Baby I was born to lose
Baby I was born to lose
Baby I was born to…

Born to lose
Born to lose
Born to lose
Baby I'm born too lose

Baby I’m born to lose

Born to lose
Born to lose
Born to lose
Baby I'm born too lose
Baby I'm born too lose
Baby I'm born too lose
Baby I'm born too lose


MAX´S KANSAS CITY (WAYNE COUNTY AND THE BACKSTREET BOYS)





Alright, yeah, alright.
Take a tip from me and get ready for the big parade.
It's the place to be every night's a happy holiday.
The kids are jumping around, everybody's doing loop de loop.
Just a making the rounds like a speed freak in a telephone booth.
The downstairs is packed and the groupies are all dressed up.
Upstairs the New York Dolls are kickin' it out looking tough.
You've got a personality crisis baby.

Chorus: Down at Max's.
All the boys are,
All the girls are,
All the kids are,
Down at Max's.

I see Patti Smith she's the Stagger Lee of rock 'n' roll.
She threw a ?????? and a ????? and she always ????? to hold ????? to hold.
There's Lou Reed and Iggy Pop they're getting higher and higher.
Give them boys one more drink they're gonna set the place on fire.
Go get 'em boys.
The downstairs is packed and the groupies are all dressed up.
Upstairs the New York Dolls are kickin' it out looking tough.
Bad girls - just a lookin' for a kiss.

Chorus: Down at Max's.
All the boys are,
All the girls are,
All the kids are,
Down at Max's.

Blondie's all in a buzz she's on the cover of the New York rocker.
Dee Dee Ramone strips his bass to the bone, he's a blitzkrieg, blitzkrieg, blitzkrieg bopper.
The Heartbreakers they're gonna give you a taste of going steady with Pirate Love.
And you better watch 'em cos the Electric Chairs are gonna fry your brain.
Get 'em hot boys.
The downstairs is packed and the groupies are all messed up.
Upstairs the New York Dolls are kickin' it out looking tough.
Trash, pick it up, you know where, that's right baby.

Chorus: Down at Max's.
All the boys are,
All the girls are,
All the kids are,
Down at Max's.

I ain't talking 'bout San Francisco, no, no, no.
And I ain't talking 'bout Los Angeles, uh, uh, uh.
Now I ain't talking about Detroit City although they gave us the MC5.
I'm talking 'bout New York City.
I'm talking 'bout New York City.
Down at Max's Kansas City.
Down at Max's Kansas City.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, alright, alright.