De data asta nu mai sunt in pozitia de a da sfaturi, ci in aceea de a primi inapoi amintiri. Amintiri cu sali de clasa goale in asteptarea bacului, de walkman-uri cu casti de sarma, de ultima vara de liceu. Si de muzici recomandate cu nasul pe sus de colegi care acum au par alb in cap. Multumesc…
Nota Bene: Do not read the lyrics whilst listening to the music.
My world is miles of endless roads
That leaves a trail of broken dreams
Where have you been I hear you say
I’ll meet you at the Blue Cafe
‘Cause, this is where the one who knows
Meets the one who does not care
Cards of fate, the older shows
The younger one, who dares to take
The chance of no return
Where have you been?
Where are you going to?
I want to know what is new
I want to go with you
What have you seen?
What do you know is new?
Where are you going to?
‘Cause I want to go with you
The cost is great, the price is high
Take all you know, and say goodbye
Your innocence, inexperience
Mean nothing now
‘Cause, this is where the one who knows
Meets the one who does not care
Where have you been I hear you say
I’ll meet you at the Blue Cafe
Where have you been?
Where are you going to?
I want to know what is new
I want to go with you
What have you seen?
What do you know is new?
Where are you going to?
‘Cause I want to go with you
Where have you been?
Where are you going to?
I want to know what is new
I want to go with you
What have you seen?
What do you know is new?
Where are you going to?
I want to go with you
Acum am aflat cine a fost organizatorul: Emagic. Ei, astia mi se par niste baieti de viitor, mai ales comparati cu alte firme de profil din .ro (read: Evets, cu al lor dezastruos Rolling Stones). De ce zic asta? Pentru ca mi se pare ca evolueaza si invata din greseli. Primul Depeche Mode a avut o gramada de hibe, cea mai trista fiind accesul la bauturi. Era al naibii de cald si era cat pe ce sa crap de sete, iar cand am reusit sa ajung in fata la coada kilometrica, n-am avut ce sa fac decat sa accept o sticla de apa calda. Concertul Metallica de anul trecut a fost insa o imbunatatire consistenta. Dar cea ma mare reusit a lor pana acum e conturarea primului festival adevarat din Bucuresti, B’estFest. Anul trecut n-am ajuns decat intr-o singura zi, dar mi s-a parut foarte OK. Anul asta n-am fost deloc, poate si pentru ca nu m-a atras foarte tare nici o trupa (la Killers nu puteam merge din alte cauze), dar am auzit lucruri bune despre organizare. Asa ca per total ma bucur ca organizatorii de concerte din Romania incep sa se maturizeze si sa creasca calitatea spectacolelor. Daca B’estfest-ul ar gasi o locatie mai convenabila ar putea sa o ia timid pe urmale festivalelor mari din Europa.
Yep, mi-am luat si eu bilet la concertul asta. Din ala pe gazon, dar mai in fata, cred ca e OK pretul de 160 de lei. Nu ca as fi eu vreun fan infocat de Madonna, cu atat mai putin de muzica pop. Dar totusi Madonna a fost si inca este un simbol, poate cea mai mare vedeta feminina in viata (ma refer la notorietate, fani etc). Show-ul probabil ca o sa fie cel mai impresionant vazut de mine vreodata, am asteptari mari din punctul asta de vedere. Ramane singura necunoscuta organizarea, care in Romania nu e niciodata cum trebuie, dar sa nu fiu carcotas inca de acum.
Imi amintesc ce nebunie a fost in ‘92 la Michael Jackson!… Doamne, a fost cea mai mare desfasurare de forte la un spectacol din Romania ever! Si se pare ca a meritat, concertul e considerat printre cele mai bune ale lui MJ. Si eu, ca un bou, nu m-am dus. Nu-i vorba, era foarte scump pentru mine (vreo 6.000 de lei parca), dar nu m-am dus nici la ala din ‘96, si pe urma mi-a parut rau. De aia merg si la Madonna, pentru ca inca pare ca mai e in forma, dar nu se stie cum o sa fie peste 5-6 ani. Si prefer sa vad un show cu o vedeta inca in luminile scenei, decat sa vina la batranete, expirata, sa faca playback ca Bney M la zilele orasului Deva!
Incepem cu umpic de para. De la parani adica. P-aia cu Nota Bene o fac regula, da? Do not read the lyrics whilst listening to the music!
I’m being followed home, / I’m being followed home,
I don’t know what for, / I don’t know by whom.
The smell of your dress, / a face in the rain, / the pavement shines wet
in focus again. / Oh… / oh… / oh… / oh. / In a dead seaside town
I tried to change my mind / for a well-balanced view
that was not mine to find. / Heaven knows, all your
stars are on show, they last a lifetime, / and your hands leave their
marks in the sand, they last for ever, / for ever. / It’s clear to me:
you fit so perfectly / in a dimly lit room / just inside of the sea.
His twisted face / tells me to leave this place.
You know somewhere, / but I shouldn’t go there, I shouldn’t go there.
Heaven knows, all your / stars are on show, they last a lifetime,
and your hands leave their / marks in the sand, they last for ever.
They’ve followed me home -
the one with the dog-breath in the tattoo bar says something in a language
that I don’t uderstand. The street stinks of piss and dead fish.
Jump a garden wall, landing on the slimy grass, air roaring in my lungs.
Hear him swear as he stumbles and falls behind me.
Down another cobbled street, footsteps bouncing off the walls.
Which way? A bottle smashes. The glint of a blade in the moonlight.
Someone laughs, the corners turned… and it’s too late.
The first blow falls… then nothing. / I awoke on the beach sometime later
to a grey and sunless sky. / Your voice still slithers in my head,
I can’t remember what you said. / I get to my feet, my body aches.
I make for the town for no-one’s sake.
My mind is a blur, I feel so weak, / I see your reflection in the street.
“It’s what you deserve, it’s what you need.
Just like those stupid books you read.” / I look to the sky, I see your face,
collapse in the road I hear you say / I shouldn’t go there, I shouldn’t go there!
My wound’s healing now / and your imprint fades,
now just a pale scar / for five vanished days.
Your voice is so weak, / your face is unclear,
your body a legend from a forgotten year.
I’ve been followed home.
I’ve been followed home.
I’ve been followed home.
I’ve been followed home.
Cum ziceam, obisnuiesc in general (obisnuiesc? de unde pana mea am scos-o pe asta?) sa ascult albumele complete ale trupelor care-mi plac. E, si cand am ascultat The Killers – Day and Age erau deja p[e piata doua single-uri cu clip care imi atrasesera atentia (Human si Spaceman). Dupa ce am ascultat tot albumul, o piesa mi-a sarit in ochi si am zis: Clar, asta ar trebui sa fie urmatorul extras, e prea tare! Si, ete drace, asa a si fost. Sa mai zici ca n-am ochi pentru ce e bun. Asa ca asculta prietene super piesa. Zoso, baga si asta la lista de piese puternice ale anilor 2000.
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