29, ancora per qualche ora...

Come trascorrere le ultime ore prima degli scary 30?
Lavorando. Scrivendo per Musicultura e arrancando per le scadenze strettissime.
E poi domani al lavoro, l'altro, quello "vero".
Intanto nella mente tutte le immagini e le canzoni, e le borse sotto agli occhi, davanti a una tisana fumante.
Poi tra qualche ora ci risentiamo.

Spanish wind keeps telling me
How it feels to sing free
It keeps blowing on me, and it’s showing me
Another way, another way to listen.
And if you hear, if you hear the wind is singing like
Someone singing for your love
The more it sings the more you know
Horns and strings and time will show you
Show - show you, show you freedom

Theme from the movie Manhole, Grace Slick

Happy birthday, Mrs Slick!

Lasciatemi fare un brindisi alla mia eroina, Mrs Grace Slick, la voce più bella della storia del rock che oggi compie 70 anni.
Happy birthday my lady!

Forza Backspacer!

The great turtle race cup

Chi sa davvero scrivere canzoni

Nessuno mai mi farà scendere da quella nuvola di melodia che è Mr Tambourine Man di Dylan; ma dal film a lui dedicato recentemente sono riuscita a scovare un'altra perla, una canzone che nasce sommessa, intensa e tagliente, che non sono più riuscita a togliermi dalla testa.

Per fortuna non solo la sola a pensare che sia uno dei capolavori di questo poeta della musica:

http://www.maggiesfarm.it/mctell.htm

Well, God is in heaven
And we all want what's his
But power and greed and corruptible seed
Seem to be all that there is
I'm gazing out the window
Of the St. James Hotel
And I know no one can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell

Blind Willie McTell, Bob Dylan

Come inventare espressioni con una canzone, nel 1962

Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes made of ticky tacky
Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes all the same.
There's a pink one and a green one
And a blue one and a yellow one,
And they're all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.

And the people in the houses
All went to the university,
Where they were put in boxes
And they came out all the same.
And there's doctors and lawyers,
And business executives,
And they're all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.

And they all play on the golf course
And drink their Martinis dry,
And they all have pretty children
And the children go to school.
And the children go to summer camp
And then to the university,
Where they are put in boxes
And they come out all the same.

And the boys go into business
And marry and raise a family
In boxes made of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.
There's a pink one and a green one
And a blue one and a yellow one,
And they're all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.

Malvina Reynolds, Little Boxes

(L'espressione Ticky tacky è stata poi inclusa nell'Oxford English Dictionary)

La canzone del 2008, anche se è del 2006

you were on my mind at least nine tenths of yesterday
it seemed as if perhaps I'd gone insane
what is it about you that has commandeered my brain?
maybe it's your awesome songs or maybe it's the way
when I look at your face I can tell that you're not going to be stopping soon or even slowing down
and if we keep up this pace pretty soon we'll know the name of every kid and every grown up booking house shows in their town

and if home is really where the heart is
then we're the smartest kids I know
because wherever we are in this great big world
we'll never be more than a few hours from home
and that's important because I need to travel

I've had this itchin in my shoes since I was just a little kid
and before I had a mini van I road the Greyhound bus
my mom would say "I hope some day you get paid for being Kimya Dawson"

and now I do and it's not much
but it's enough
I've got my Scrabble game, food on my plate, good friends and family
and now there's you understanding why I do the things I do
knowing that you do them too makes me really happy

on the road again
just can't wait to get on the road again
the life I love is makin' music with my friends
and I can't wait to get on the road again

on the road again
just can't wait to get on the road again
the life I love is makin' music with my friends
and I can't wait to get on the road again

from a distance, the world looks blue and green
and the snow capped mountains white
from a distance, the ocean meets the stream
and the eagle takes to flight

(whispered)
Darkness imprisoning me
All that I see
Absolute horror
I cannot live
I cannot die
Trapped in myself
Body my holding cell

do do do do do do do
do do do do do do do
do do do do do do do
do do do do do do do
I'll be your cryin' shoulder
I'll be love's suicide
I'll be do do do do do do
I'll be the greatest man of your life

'cause I like going for hikes and riding bikes
and playing video games in the middle of the night
and I'll stay up late and I wont even care
that we're getting up early to go to the state fair
I'm gonna ride the biggest ride it'll be out of sight
then I'll share an elephant ear with you if you'd like
because we are alive so we've gotta live life
to the fullest you spin the bottle and I'll dim the lights
four five six seven minutes in the closet

you were on my mind at least nine tenths of yesterday
it seemed as if perhaps I'd gone insane
what is it about you that has commandeered my brain?
maybe it's your awesome songs or maybe it's the way
you go straight to the top you're not scared of getting squashed
you know just when to jump off
you're so brave
and then you run to the right it seems there's no hope in sight
and you drop down to the tube that takes you right to level eight

life is a highway and I'm gonna ride it
every day's a winding road yeah
my rollercoaster's got the biggest ups and downs
as long as it keeps goin' round its unbelievable

life is a highway and I'm gonna ride it
every day's a winding road yeah
my rollercoaster's got the biggest ups and downs
as long as it keeps goin' round its unbelievable

My Rollercoaster, Kimya Dawson

Chi dimentica il passato è condannato a ripeterlo

"Chi dimentica il passato è condannato a ripeterlo".

Parole sagge da una fonte insolita, che mi hanno fatto riflettere quel poco che serve in vista della ricorrenza di domani.

E' da qualche giorno invece che mi chiedo se la neo-mamma che, in un ospedale non lontano da dove vivo, s'è tenuta il gemello venuto bene e non ha riconosciuto il gemello nato con qualche malformazione, riuscirà a dimenticare quello che ha fatto al povero bimbo, e se sì, chi altro abbandonerà in futuro.
Non credo si tratti solo di moralismo, il mio; è qualcosa che mi ha turbato profondamente, perchè mette in ballo un sentimento che non riesco nemmeno ad immaginare...se si può chiamare 'sentimento'.
Poi mi è cresciuta la rabbia: come si può, in nome della democrazia, rendere possibile una cosa del genere a livello legale? Scegliere, tra due, il figlio più bello e lasciare l'altro al suo destino, già infausto?
Chi ha detto che la realtà supera l'immaginazione? Beh, ha di nuovo ragione.
L'horror, quello vero, è tra di noi tutti i giorni.