Δαι μουσικές (daeman's tunes)
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Ψηφιοποίησα τα LP μου, οπότε έκανα και κάνω ακόμα επανάληψη στις τότε μουσικές. Οι Mallard, παρότι υποτίθεται ότι αποσχίστηκαν από τον Beefheart εν μέρει λόγω της εμπορικής στροφής του (εντάξει, είχαν κι άλλους σοβαρότερους λόγους...), δεν μπόρεσαν να παραγάγουν μουσική με το ιδιοφυές στοιχείο που χαρακτήριζε τον Κάπταιν, κι έτσι οι δίσκοι τους είναι λίγο πολύ κι αυτοί μέινστρημ, αξιοπρεπέστατο βέβαια και σίγουρα πιο ποιοτικό μουσικά από τις ενορχηστρώσεις του Bluejeans and Moonbeams.
Να κι ένα αγαπητό μου κομμάτι από το καλύτερο, στο δικό μου βαθμολόγιο, άλμπουμ των Deep Purple:
Δυστυχώς τα λόγια είναι άρμεγε και κούρευε...
Να κι ένα αγαπητό μου κομμάτι από το καλύτερο, στο δικό μου βαθμολόγιο, άλμπουμ των Deep Purple:
Δυστυχώς τα λόγια είναι άρμεγε και κούρευε...
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VISO Music Vault: Miles Davis - Cool Jazz Sound
So What, The Duke, Blues for Pablo, New Rhumba
Miles Davis Quintet featuring John Coltrane, Wynton Kelly, Paul Chambers and Jimmy Cobb, and including the Gil Evans Orchestra.
The Sound of Miles Davis (New York, April 2, 1959): Miles Davis (tp); John Coltrane (ts); Wynton Kelly (p); Paul Chambers (b); Jimmy Cobb (d); Ernie Royal (tp); Clyde Reasinger (tp); Louis Mucci (tp); Johnny Coles (tp); Emmett Berry (tp); Frank Rehak (tbn); Jimmy Cleveland (tbn); Bill Elton (tbn); Rod Levitt (tbn); Julius Watkins (french horn); Bob Northern (french horn); Bill Barber (tuba); Danny Bank (bass clarinet); Romeo Penque (woodwinds); Eddie Caine (woodwinds).
VISO Music Vault: Miles Davis - Cool Jazz Sound
So What, The Duke, Blues for Pablo, New Rhumba
Miles Davis Quintet featuring John Coltrane, Wynton Kelly, Paul Chambers and Jimmy Cobb, and including the Gil Evans Orchestra.
The Sound of Miles Davis (New York, April 2, 1959): Miles Davis (tp); John Coltrane (ts); Wynton Kelly (p); Paul Chambers (b); Jimmy Cobb (d); Ernie Royal (tp); Clyde Reasinger (tp); Louis Mucci (tp); Johnny Coles (tp); Emmett Berry (tp); Frank Rehak (tbn); Jimmy Cleveland (tbn); Bill Elton (tbn); Rod Levitt (tbn); Julius Watkins (french horn); Bob Northern (french horn); Bill Barber (tuba); Danny Bank (bass clarinet); Romeo Penque (woodwinds); Eddie Caine (woodwinds).
Επειδή, ευτυχώς, δεν είναι όλα μαύρα (ούτε αποκλειστικά μπλε, πράσινα, κόκκινα, κίτρινα ή όποιο άλλο χρώμα της αρεσκείας ή της απαρεσκείας σας), αλλά υπάρχουν ακόμα πολλά καθάρια, κρυστάλλινα και λαγαρά, που παίρνουν το χρώμα - ή καλύτερα
τα χρώματα - που εμείς βλέπουμε μέσα τους. Κι αν στερέψουνε για λίγο, έρχεται καιρός που αναβλύζουνε ξανά,
σαν τη βρύση της Μυρσίνης που, λίγο πριν το Πάσχα φέτος, αναστήθηκε πάλι.
Η βρύση της Μυρσίνης - Κωστής Μπραβάκης (Η αγκαλιά της Μυρσίνης)
Μίλησε βρύση να μου πεις πού πήγε το νερό σου
κι έχω δυο χρόνους να το δω να στραφταλίζει ομπρός σου;
Ποια μοίρα, ποια νεράιδα, ποια Λάμια το 'χει πάρει
και μπλιο νερό δε συρματεί στο πετροκουτσουνάρι;
Σε ποιο εγκρεμό γκρεμίζεται, ποια σου το πήραν ρυάκια
ποιος ποταμός, ποια λαγκαδιά, ποια ριζιμιά χαράκια;
Τίνος ανέμου φύσημα, ποιανής βροχής τρομάρα
δύναμη τίνος κεραυνού, ποιανού σεισμού κατάρα;
Ποιος τό 'πηρε να τονε βρώ, να τονε μαχαιρώσω
να πάρω οπίσω το νερό να σου το ξαναδώσω...
Το καρτερούνε οι δεσπολιές, τα μήλα, τα λεμόνια,
τα μανταρίνια, οι ρογδιές, τα κίτρα, τα κυδώνια.
Το καρτερεί κι ο κοτσυφός, η πέρδικα, ο κοπρίτης
η Πούλια κι ο Αυγερινός και ο Αποσπερίτης.
Κι εγώ διαβαίνω ταχινές, νυχτιές και μεσημέρια
και ανιμένω για να βγει να πιω στα δυο μου χέρια.
Έρχομαι και ξανάρχομαι καθίζω στο μπεντένι
κι όλο ξανοίγω για να ιδώ νερό να ξαναβγαίνει.
Να ιδώ στο κουτσουνάρι σου τον ήλιο να γυαλίζει
να ιδώ μωρά να πίνουνε, λαΐνι να γεμίζει.
Να ξαναδώ τον κυνηγό να πιει να σπολλατίσει
να ξαναδώ τη Δεσποινιά να 'ρθει για να γεμίσει.
Νίκος Γαρεφαλάκης, 1992
Και το επόμενο ποίημα όταν ξαναήρθε το νερό:
Κελάηδισμα πουλιού 'κουσα και κοτσυφού κανάκι
κι είπα: Λες να 'ναι το νερό και κηλαηδεί στ' αυλάκι;
Ενέδιασα κι εξάνοιξα κι είδα στο κουτσουνάρι
να τρέχει μπόλικο νερό κρυγιό σαν πρώτα πάλι.
Εθίσανε οι δεσπολιές, εθίσαν τα ζουμπούλια
εχάρη ο Αυγερινός κι εγέλασεν η Πούλια.
Ήφταξε πάλι η Δεσποινιά με το σταμνί στον ώμο
κι ο κουρασμένος κυνηγός από αλάργο δρόμο.
Ήσκυψα κι ήπια δυο ρουφιές στσι φούχτες τω χεριώ μου
μα εξύπνησα και το 'χασα, βρύση μου, τ' όνειρό μου.
Νίκος Γαρεφαλάκης, 1994
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Κυκλοθυμικός καιρός (Μανώλης Ρασούλης, Νίκος Ξυδάκης) - Δημήτρης Κοντογιάννης
Κυκλοθυμικός καιρός
σου αλλάζει γνώμες και κουστούμια·
σύννεφο μαλλί, όψη σαν καπνός
κι από θεωρίες νεροζούμια.
Παρελθόν, παρόν και μέλλον
και τα ιδεολογικά σου
τα σουρώνεις με ουζάκι
στου Απότσου το μπαράκι.
Ξάφνου βρέ-, ξάφνου βρέ-
ξάφνου βρέθηκε καμένη
της καρδιάς σου η λυχνία,
η δικιά σου βρήκε άλλον με Ρενώ και βιοτεχνία.
Μια ζωή φραπέ ζητάς
όλο σουαρέ κι υπεροψία.
Πάψε πια να κλαις κι όλο να μας λες
πάλι για τους Πόντιους αστεία.
Παρελθόν, παρόν και μέλλον
και τα ιδεολογικά σου
τα σουρώνεις με ουζάκι
στου Απότσου το μπαράκι.
Ξάφνου βρέ-, ξάφνου βρέ-
ξάφνου βρέθηκε καμένη
της καρδιάς σου η λυχνία,
η δικιά σου βρήκε άλλον με Ρενώ και βιοτεχνία.
Κυκλοθυμικός καιρός (Μανώλης Ρασούλης, Νίκος Ξυδάκης) - Δημήτρης Κοντογιάννης
Κυκλοθυμικός καιρός
σου αλλάζει γνώμες και κουστούμια·
σύννεφο μαλλί, όψη σαν καπνός
κι από θεωρίες νεροζούμια.
Παρελθόν, παρόν και μέλλον
και τα ιδεολογικά σου
τα σουρώνεις με ουζάκι
στου Απότσου το μπαράκι.
Ξάφνου βρέ-, ξάφνου βρέ-
ξάφνου βρέθηκε καμένη
της καρδιάς σου η λυχνία,
η δικιά σου βρήκε άλλον με Ρενώ και βιοτεχνία.
Μια ζωή φραπέ ζητάς
όλο σουαρέ κι υπεροψία.
Πάψε πια να κλαις κι όλο να μας λες
πάλι για τους Πόντιους αστεία.
Παρελθόν, παρόν και μέλλον
και τα ιδεολογικά σου
τα σουρώνεις με ουζάκι
στου Απότσου το μπαράκι.
Ξάφνου βρέ-, ξάφνου βρέ-
ξάφνου βρέθηκε καμένη
της καρδιάς σου η λυχνία,
η δικιά σου βρήκε άλλον με Ρενώ και βιοτεχνία.
...
Ballad of a thin man - The Grass Roots
You raise up your head
And you ask, "Is this where it is ?"
And somebody points to you and says "It's his"
And you say, "What's mine ?"
And somebody else says, "Where what is ?"
And you say, "Oh my God
Am I here all alone ?"
You hand in your ticket
And you go watch the geek
Who immediately walks up to you
When he hears you speak
And says, "How does it feel
To be such a freak ?"
And you say, "Impossible"
As he hands you a bone.
You have many contacts
Among the lumberjacks
To get you facts
When someone attacks your imagination
But nobody has any respect
Anyway they already expect you
To all give a check
To tax-deductible charity organizations.
You walk into the room like a camel
And you frown
You put your eyes in your pocket
And your nose on the ground
There oughta be a law against
You comin' around
You should be made to wear earphones
And you know somethin' is happenin'
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mr. Jones
Do you, Mr. Jones
Ballad of a thin man - The Grass Roots
You raise up your head
And you ask, "Is this where it is ?"
And somebody points to you and says "It's his"
And you say, "What's mine ?"
And somebody else says, "Where what is ?"
And you say, "Oh my God
Am I here all alone ?"
You hand in your ticket
And you go watch the geek
Who immediately walks up to you
When he hears you speak
And says, "How does it feel
To be such a freak ?"
And you say, "Impossible"
As he hands you a bone.
You have many contacts
Among the lumberjacks
To get you facts
When someone attacks your imagination
But nobody has any respect
Anyway they already expect you
To all give a check
To tax-deductible charity organizations.
You walk into the room like a camel
And you frown
You put your eyes in your pocket
And your nose on the ground
There oughta be a law against
You comin' around
You should be made to wear earphones
And you know somethin' is happenin'
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mr. Jones
Do you, Mr. Jones
...
Psalm 23 #1
Set me free - Patti Smith
I see it all before me:
the days of love and torment;
the nights of rock-and-roll.
I see it all before me.
Sometimes my spirit's empty;
don't have the will to go on.
I wish someone would send me
energy.
Give me something.
Give me something to give.
Oh, God, give me something:
a reason to live.
My body is aching.
Don't want sympathy.
Come on. Come and love me.
Come on. Set me free.
Set me free.
The Lord is my shepherd. I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures.
He leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul.
He leadeth me through the path of righteousness for His name's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil, for Thou art with me.
Hey, Lord, I'm waitin' for you.
Oh, God, I'm waitin' for you;
waitin' to open Your ninety-eight wounds
and be Thee, be Thee.
Lead me, oh, lead me.
Leave me something.
Leave me something to live.
Oh, God, give me something:
a reason to live.
I don't want no handout;
no, not sympathy.
Come on. Come and love me.
Come on. Set me free.
Set me free.
Come on. Set me free
Set me free . . .
Oh, I'm so young, so goddamn young.
Oh, I'm so young, so goddamn young.
Oh, I'm so young, so goddamn.
Set me free.
In the presence of my enemies,
Thou anointest my head with oil.
My cup runneth over.
Surely, goodness and mercy shall follow me
all the days of my life.
And I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever.
Ah, damn, goddamn, goddamn, goddamn.
Here I am.
Psalm 23 #1
Set me free - Patti Smith
I see it all before me:
the days of love and torment;
the nights of rock-and-roll.
I see it all before me.
Sometimes my spirit's empty;
don't have the will to go on.
I wish someone would send me
energy.
Give me something.
Give me something to give.
Oh, God, give me something:
a reason to live.
My body is aching.
Don't want sympathy.
Come on. Come and love me.
Come on. Set me free.
Set me free.
The Lord is my shepherd. I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures.
He leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul.
He leadeth me through the path of righteousness for His name's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil, for Thou art with me.
Hey, Lord, I'm waitin' for you.
Oh, God, I'm waitin' for you;
waitin' to open Your ninety-eight wounds
and be Thee, be Thee.
Lead me, oh, lead me.
Leave me something.
Leave me something to live.
Oh, God, give me something:
a reason to live.
I don't want no handout;
no, not sympathy.
Come on. Come and love me.
Come on. Set me free.
Set me free.
Come on. Set me free
Set me free . . .
Oh, I'm so young, so goddamn young.
Oh, I'm so young, so goddamn young.
Oh, I'm so young, so goddamn.
Set me free.
In the presence of my enemies,
Thou anointest my head with oil.
My cup runneth over.
Surely, goodness and mercy shall follow me
all the days of my life.
And I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever.
Ah, damn, goddamn, goddamn, goddamn.
Here I am.
...
Psalm 23 #2
Sheep - Pink Floyd
Harmlessly passing your time in the grassland away;
Only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air.
You better watch out,
There may be dogs about
I've looked over Jordan, and I have seen
Things are not what they seem.
What do you get for pretending the danger's not real.
Meek and obedient you follow the leader
Down well trodden corridors into the valley of steel.
What a surprise!
A look of terminal shock in your eyes.
Now things are really what they seem.
No, this is no bad dream.
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want
He makes me down to lie
Through pastures green He leadeth me the silent waters by.
With bright knives He releaseth my soul.
He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places.
He converteth me to lamb cutlets,
For lo, He hath great power, and great hunger.
When cometh the day we lowly ones,
Through quiet reflection, and great dedication
Master the art of karate,
Lo, we shall rise up,
And then we'll make the bugger's eyes water.
Bleating and babbling I fell on his neck with a scream.
Wave upon wave of demented avengers
March cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream.
Have you heard the news?
The dogs are dead!
You better stay home
And do as you're told.
Get out of the road if you want to grow old
Psalm 23 #2
Sheep - Pink Floyd
Harmlessly passing your time in the grassland away;
Only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air.
You better watch out,
There may be dogs about
I've looked over Jordan, and I have seen
Things are not what they seem.
What do you get for pretending the danger's not real.
Meek and obedient you follow the leader
Down well trodden corridors into the valley of steel.
What a surprise!
A look of terminal shock in your eyes.
Now things are really what they seem.
No, this is no bad dream.
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want
He makes me down to lie
Through pastures green He leadeth me the silent waters by.
With bright knives He releaseth my soul.
He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places.
He converteth me to lamb cutlets,
For lo, He hath great power, and great hunger.
When cometh the day we lowly ones,
Through quiet reflection, and great dedication
Master the art of karate,
Lo, we shall rise up,
And then we'll make the bugger's eyes water.
Bleating and babbling I fell on his neck with a scream.
Wave upon wave of demented avengers
March cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream.
Have you heard the news?
The dogs are dead!
You better stay home
And do as you're told.
Get out of the road if you want to grow old
...
Psalm 23 #3
Jah Guide - Peter Tosh
Here though I trod through this valley
I will fear no evil
'Cause I know
Jah Guide I through this valley
And I know he will
When I'm trodding through this valley
I know he will
Though my enemies fight me everyday
I will fear no evil
Though my enemies set traps in my way
Still I will fear no evil
Many petty workers dig pits every day
But I don't fear no evil
Out-a-quity workers fight me everyday
Still I will fear no evil
Pestilence lurks in dark places
And I fear no evil
Destruction walk with smiling faces
Still I will fear no evil
When I'm walking the streets
I know he will
When I'm smoking my pipe
When I'm troddin the earth
When I'm driving the road
When they dig pits in my way
When they try to keep me down
Psalm 23 #3
Jah Guide - Peter Tosh
Here though I trod through this valley
I will fear no evil
'Cause I know
Jah Guide I through this valley
And I know he will
When I'm trodding through this valley
I know he will
Though my enemies fight me everyday
I will fear no evil
Though my enemies set traps in my way
Still I will fear no evil
Many petty workers dig pits every day
But I don't fear no evil
Out-a-quity workers fight me everyday
Still I will fear no evil
Pestilence lurks in dark places
And I fear no evil
Destruction walk with smiling faces
Still I will fear no evil
When I'm walking the streets
I know he will
When I'm smoking my pipe
When I'm troddin the earth
When I'm driving the road
When they dig pits in my way
When they try to keep me down