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Assunto: Bowie na Folha em 73
“Salve MauVal! Feliz 2020!
Achei isso aqui nas minhas pesquisas e queria compartilhar com vocês.
Foi em 04 de março de 1973 que a Folha de S. Paulo publicou sua primeira matéria a respeito deste cantor inglês que inventou um sobrenome pra se distinguir do integrante dos Monkees. O textinho meio coluna social meio revista de fofoca saiu algumas semanas após o lançamento nacional do LP “The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars”.
em tempos onde a coisificação da música galga parâmetros loucamente (PQParlle, que desgraceira),
é bom conferir o semblante Dele diante do apocalipse instalado na cidade de são sebastião…
david bowie / estádio manchester city, maine road (inglaterra) / julho1987
direto de brixton, local onde bowie nasceu…
márcia mandou pra gente esta matéria de 2013 onde bowie seleciona vinte e cinco discos favoritos “que podem mudar sua reputação”. o empolgante – no meu caso – é testemunhar as presenças de linton kwesi johnson, robert wyatt, daevid allen, the fugs e incredible string band. como deu uma creca na formatação do texto/imagens, vale muito clicar AQUI para checar a lista completa… imperdível!
From his collection of 2,500 vinyl LPs, the rock star has selected his greatest discoveries, and some record-buying memories as well.
There is really no way to do a list of my favorite albums with any rationality. I do only have about 2,500 vinyls. There is a possibility there. I’ll look through the albums and pull together a list of those I have re-bought or am in the process of re-buying on CD. I have little time, and there are just too many to sort through. So, I’ll keep pulling stuff out blindly, and if it’s too obvious (Sgt. Pepper, Nirvana) I’ll put it back again till I find something more interesting. A lot of the rock stuff I have is the same as everyone else’s, and I have so many blues and R&B albums that it would topple over into trainspotter world if I went that route.
O.K., no rules then. I’ll just make ’em up as I go along. I’d say half of this list below is now on my CD racks, but many are finding impossible to trace. The John Lee Hooker album, for instance, or The Red Flower of Tachai Blossoms Everywhere. I have done the only thing possible and burned them to CD myself, reduced the cover art down to size, and made reasonable simulacrums of the originals.
If you can possibly get your hands on any of these, I guarantee you evenings of listening pleasure, and you will encourage a new high-minded circle of friends, although one or two choices will lead some of your old pals to think you completely barmy. So, without chronology, genre, or reason, herewith, in no particular order, 25 albums that could change your reputation.
One of the fundamental building blocks of rap. All the essential “griot” narrative skills, splintered with anger here, produce one of the most political vinyls to ever crack the Billboard chart. While talking rap (what?), I can piggyback this great treat with the 1974 compilation The Revolution Will Not Be Televised (Flying Dutchman), which pulls together the best of the formidable Gil Scott-Heron works.
Not an album, a 12-inch single. A vinyl nonetheless. A well-thought-through and relentlessly affecting song co-written by Elvis Costello, and Wyatt’s interpretation is the definitive. Heartbreaking—reduces strong men to blubbering girlies.
Unusually subdued, these performances were recorded by Richard at his first Specialty sessions, mostly in 1955. It was sold to me discount by Jane Greene. More of her later.
Bought in New York. Balinese gamelan music cross-dressing as Minimalism. Saw this performed live in downtown New York in the late 70s. All white shirts and black trousers. Having just finished a tour in white shirt and black trousers, I immediately recognized Reich’s huge talent and great taste. The music (and the gymnastics involved in executing Reich’s tag-team approach to shift work) floored me. Astonishing.
Brought back from New York by a former manager of mine, Ken Pitt. Pitt had done some kind of work as a P.R. man that had brought him into contact with the Factory. Warhol had given him this coverless test pressing (I still have it, no label, just a small sticker with Warhol’s name on it) and said, “You like weird stuff—see what you think of this.” What I “thought of this” was that here was the best band in the world. In December of that year, my band Buzz broke up, but not without my demanding we play “I’m Waiting for the Man” as one of the encore songs at our last gig. Amusingly, not only was I to cover Velvet’s song before anyone else in the world, I actually did it before the album came out. Now that’s the essence of Mod.