Arquivo da categoria: historinhas

a agonia do jornalismo (musical) na “grande imprensa”…

rock

hoje, pela manhã, fui abatido por inúmeras mensagens envergonhadas com a capa do segundo caderno (do globo) “informando” sobre o início da turnê sulamericana dos stones.

tive que assuntar a razão de tanta indignação… e acabei pulando no mesmo barco.

caramba, na boa, não consigo imaginar nada tão raso para noticiar a chegada da mais importante banda em atividade ao brasil.

PQPparille, querer contextualizar os stones com o reinado de momo? “liderados pelo gingado de mick jagger”? dividindo a apresentação chilena em enredo-adereços-evolução-harmonia-fantasia? “apoteose do rock”? “acadêmicos do rock”?

mesmo se fosse uma banda totalmente desconhecida a “irreverência” seria desprezível… mas com the rolling stones? destratar a rapaziada que apresentou, em santiago, algumas das mais fundamentais musicas criadas pela humanidade? deixar o pobre do leitor exposto ao desnecessário desfile de “gracinhas” envolvendo os STONES? os mesmos que acabaram de tocar “she’s a rainbow”, “symphaty for the devil”, “gimme shelter”,  “tumbling dice”, “let’s spend the night together” e  “paint it black”? é isso mesmo? a gente merece?

recentemente, um amigo creditou a falta de coragem da mídia em sair da mesmice ao fato dela ter criado amarras sinistras com o lado mais “big brother (como assim, bial?)” do cotidiano brazuka. ou seja, para falar dos stones (algo que beira o erudito), a “grande imprensa” tem que associar jagger & cia, por exemplo, ao carnaval… para não perder audiência.

portanto, até mesmo ezequiel neves (forévis) estaria sob o martelar do vazio.

infelizmente, se a apoteose carnavalesca idealizada por darcy ribeiro celebra o final do desfile, podemos concluir que “apoteose do rock” determina… a agonia do jornalismo (musical).

eduardo, um abraço… e apareça pra gente ouvir “get yer ya ya’s out”!

cheers…

como z´da mar´anunciou, estávamos prestes a cruzar bigodes para celebrar a passagem do rafael pelo planetinha. pois bem, ontem à noite, alguns tripeiros se deslocaram ao “linguiçódromo” (lapa) e…

rafael.cheers

brindamos aos céus e às terras, dividimos lembranças, emoções inoxidáveis, perplexidade, sodade… gargalhamos descabeladamente.

ao secar uma ampola, z´ fez o trovão rugir:

– “sugaree”, do grateful dead, sempre foi a música predileta do rafael. ele mandava direto o áudio dela por vap-vap pra todo mundo

well, well, well, “sugaree” foi a música que fechou o #165… PQParille!

aTRIPA.rafael

>  marcio, otaner, tulio, z´, igor, dine & juliana!

cheers!

the gunners (ou o freguês londrino)…

muito bacana, D+ o canal.

tomara que na outra metade sobre o arsenal (que só rolará se o vídeo acima alcançar três mil views. atividade zé pickles), a rapaziada mencione a freguesia dos gunners para o vascão: 1X0 em são jujuba (1949), 4X0 no maraca (1951) e 2X1 em belgrado (1980).

tudinho AQUI!

meu pai, torcedor estrogonófico do fluminense, sempre disse que uma das mais cascudas partidas de futebol que ele testemunhou (e olha que ele viu muitas e muitas e muitas) foi vasco 1 X 0 arsenal, em são jujuba!

arsenal

por essas e outras (ou “25 favoritos Dele”)…

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!

Confessions of a Vinyl Junkie

By David Bowie

Vanity Fair, November 2013

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.


THE LAST POETS

THE LAST POETS

(1970, Douglas)

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.

SHIPBUILDING

ROBERT WYATT

(1982, Rough Trade)

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.

THE FABULOUS LITTLE RICHARD

LITTLE RICHARD

(1959, Specialty)

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.

MUSIC FOR 18 MUSICIANS

STEVE REICH

(1978, ECM)

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.

THE VELVET UNDERGROUND & NICO

THE VELVET UNDERGROUND

(1967, Verve)

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.