Nemuritorul Gica

De mult vroiam sa bag pe blog o piesa cu Gica Petrescu…dar nu-mi gaseam timp, nu-mi aminteam…Mai deunazi, colegul meu Sorin imi da un CD cu nemuritorul Gica primit la cumpararea Jurnalului National, care contine cred eu, colectia reprezentativa de piese de voie buna si pahar ale maestrului: „Hai sa bem un paharel”, „Zi una mai saltareata”, „Costica, Costica”, „La crasma din Ferentari”, „Asta seara nimeni sa nu doarma”, Da-i cu spritul pan’ la ziua”, „Of, of, mai spritule”. Maestrul a avut dreptate: „Vesel tot mereu de-oi fi/Trec de anul 2000″…si a prins anul 2000 si l-a depasit…a depasit si 90 de ani…de existau deja bancuri cu Gica Petrescu. Cred ca cele mai faine chefuri traite de mine au avut obligatoriu macar cateva piese de-ale lui Gica. „Jur c-o sa las bautura/numai cand mi-or coase gura/cand prieteni n-or mai fi/Sa am cu cine ciocni!”. Imi amintesc o bauta petrecuta instant…cu ocazia faptului ca parintii unui coleg (Riciu) o facut vinul la Sibiu…si i-au trimis fiului la facultate o damigeana de vreo 10 litri…Si i-am dat cu spritul pan’ la ziua…si am combatut…si am cantat cu totii piese de Gica Petrescu…fiindca vinu’i ca un frate/si-ti mangaie inima…Faza mi-a ramas in minte pentru ca eram vreo 10 insi intr-o camera de camin si dadeam damigeana din mana in mana si cantam cate o piesa…de obicei Riciu era solistul principal, pentru ca era o enciclopedie ambulanta…apropo, voi stiti cine-i Valeriu Penisoara? (el stie)…iar noi ceilalti ne bagam la refrene sau la interjectii gen: „Gal, gal, gal” (…pe soseaua gatului), „Ia papucii-da papucii”, „Tine-o asa! Tot asa! N-o lasa! La multi ani !”, „Si vedeti cum stati cu vinul/C-asta seara facem plinul” „Foaie verde tamaioasa, Cui i-e somn sa plece acasa!” sau „Tine-o pe DO, tine-o pe SI, tine-o pe LA mandruta mea,/Tine-o pe MI, tine-o pe RE, Tine-o intr-o petrecere!”. De ziua mea (10 mai) am de gand sa aduc o formatie de lautari si sa facem un chef pe muzica de-asta cu toti prietenii mei…si eu sa le zic: „Zi, zi, zi cobzare, zi!” „Tine-o asa! Tot asa! N-o lasa! La multi ani !” si „Toarna, toarna, toarna Leanto, toarna!”. Sunteti toti invitati!

si intr-un duet cu Stefan Banica Senior

si unul cu Ioana Radu…ce oameni…ce valori!

Therapy? – Diane

O piesa obsedanta din timpul facultatii…ma mai marcheaza si acum…imi amintesc ca Sorinel Pustiu’ o asculta in casti vreo 2 ore pe un casetofon portabil, si cand se gata o derula si o asculta la nesfarsit…o piesa trista, care se incadreaza in linia celor cu care v-am delectat ieri („Murder Ballads”)…luati de-aici si versurile:

„Hey little girl, wanna go for a ride

there’s room in my wagon, it’s parked right outside

we can cruise down Robbert Street all night long

but I think I’ll just rape you and kill you instead

Diane, Diane, Diane

I hear there’s a party at lake Cove

It would be so much esier if I drove

We could check it out, we could go and see

Come on take a ride with me

Diane, Diane, Diane

We lay down together for a while

I put all your clothes in a nice neat little pile

you’re the cutest Girl I’ve ever seen in my life

but it’s over now and with my knife

Diane, Diane, Diane.”

Murder Ballads

…un album genial al lui Nick Cave si Compania (The Bad Seeds), din care va prezint 3 piese celebre si sumbre, pe care sunt sigur ca le veti gusta, cantate in duet una cu nebuna (…dar atat de draga mie) de P.J. Harvey („Henry Lee”)…cititi versurile in timp ce nebunii canta:

„Get down, get down, little Henry Lee
And stay all night with me
You won’t find a girl in this damn world
That will compare with me
And the wind did howl and the wind did blow
La la la la la
La la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee

I can’t get down and I won’t get down
And stay all night with thee
For the girl I have in that merry green land
I love far better than thee
And the wind did howl and the wind did blow
La la la la la
La la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee

She leaned herself against a fence
Just for a kiss or two
And with a little pen-knife held in her hand
She plugged him through and through
And the wind did roar and the wind did moan
La la la la la
La la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee

Come take him by his lilly-white hands
Come take him by his feet
And throw him in this deep deep well
Which is more than one hundred feet
And the wind did howl and the wind did blow
La la la la la
La la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee

Lie there, lie there, little Henry Lee
Till the flesh drops from your bones
For the girl you have in that merry green land
Can wait forever for you to come home
And the wind did howl and the wind did moan
La la la la la
La la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee”
….una cu dragalasa de Kylie Minogue, pe vremea aia mai putin celebra ca acum („Where the wild roses grow”)…cu versuri la fel de tenebroase:

„[Chorus:]
They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day

From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one
She stared in my eyes and smiled
For her lips were the colour of the roses
That grew down the river, all bloody and wild

When he knocked on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand
He wiped at the tears that ran down my face

[Chorus]

On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I’d seen
I said, „Do you know where the wild roses grow
So sweet and scarlet and free?”

On the second day he came with a single red rose
Said: „Will you give me your loss and your sorrow”
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
He said, „If I show you the roses, will you follow?”

[Chorus]

On the third day he took me to the river
He showed me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word
As he knelt (stood smiling) above me with a rock in his fist

On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
And I kissed her goodbye, said, „All beauty must die”
And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth.”
…si una de final de album, in aceeasi tonalitate sumbra: „Death is not the end”, tot in duet cu Kylie Minogue si cu Shane McGowan (care arata de parca, totusi, sfarsitul ar fi aproape, cel putin pentru el), dar cu un mesaj mai moralizator si optimist (poate pentru ca versurile au fost scrise de Bob Dylan):

„When you’re sad and when you’re lonely
And you haven’t got a friend
Just remember that death is not the end

And all that you held sacred
Falls down and does not mend
Just remember that death is not the end
Not the end, not the end
Just remember that death is not the end

When you’re standing on the crossroads
That you cannot comprehend
Just remember that death is not the end

And all your dreams have vanished
And you don’t know what’s up the bend
Just remember that death is not the end
Not the end, not the end
Just remember that death is not the end

When the storm clouds gather round you
And heavy rains descend
Just remember that death is not the end

And there’s no-one there to comfort you
With a helping hand to lend
Just remember that death is not the end
Not the end, not the end
Just remember that death is not the end

For the tree of life is growing
Where the spirit never dies
And the bright light of salvation
Up in dark and empty skies
When the cities are on fire
With the burning flesh of men
Just remember that death is not the end

When you search in vain to find
Some law-abiding citizen
Just remember that death is not the end

Not the end, not the end
Just remember that death is not the end
Not the end, not the end
Just remember that death is not the end.”

Nostalgii…chestii la care ma pricep

Azi mi-am amintit de dimineata o piesa din trecutul mai indepartat: „The Passenger” cantata de Iggy Pop…v-o prezint in mai multe variante…una live din 1977 cu Iggy Pop dubios de tanar……una ca desen animat……una geniala facuta de niste oameni odihniti sub forma unor fragmente din filme de epoca celebre……chiar si intr-o preluare a celor de la Siouxsie and the Banshees……si una super haioasa cu Stan si Bran dansand…

Emigrate

O piesa mistoaca recomandata de un prieten (Angel of Death)…cu tonus, cu miscare, cu sunet, cu de toate…sper sa va placa…in spatele ei e Richard Kruspe de la Rammstein intr-un proiect solo …piesa se numeste „My World”

…si inca una tot de la ei, mai blanda…”Babe”

Firma – Baby is crying

Misto piesa, misto formatiunea…hai sa traiasca si la mai multe doine de felul asta…sper sa ia si MTV EMA anul asta…desi gurile rele spun ca videoclipul piesei ar semana „ca idee” cu videoclipul „Just” al lui Radiohead… Mie imi plac tinerii…

Lake of Tears – To blossom blue

imi da o stare de tristete…in care imi place uneori sa ma complac……si inca una pe aceeasi tema…