Natalie Portman a lot Pirucha is in the clinic waiting room with Zach "eldeScrubs" Braff. Just be aware, and she fits her discman headphones. "They will change your life," he says, just before having to listen to New Slang .
That was the first time I heard The Shins, a couple of years when I saw Garden State film, these "low budget" in Hollywood, leaving about 2 million dollars. The introduction of foggy New Slang be sifting through your ears, sooo little by little, until the voice of James Mercer begins, hypnotic: "gold teeth and a curse for this town Were all in my mouth ... ".
The Shins, a band originally from Albuquerque, New Mexico, consists of keyboardist Marty Crandall, bassist Dave Hernandez, Jesse Sandolval on drums and singer, guitarist and composer of all the material from The Shins, James Mercer. Four guys with a lot of pint of losers, or rather rare. Could be the four of The Big Bang Theory (which, incidentally, is very good).
The contract for the band's first album in 2001, came at the right time to Mercer, who was already resigned to having to go back to school for lack of musical success, and even told her parents, "this is my last attempt with the music. " Mercer
is carried on their backs with a long way, not only in music. He spent his childhood moving from one end of the planet to the other, inevitably the odd feeling, because of the work of his father, a colonel in the Air Force. So after returning to America, and is tanned in the case of the road, absorbing musical influences first hand the places where he lived, as happened with the Cure and the Smiths during their stay in England.
The germ of The Shins would be Mercer's former band, Flake, which later joined Sandoval and Crandall, impressed with the personality and talent of James. Without ambargo, the band did not last much longer. The new Mercer musical interests with his need to abandon the enforced manteniedo coming punk attitude led to a change of direction which would result in the formation of The Shins. Now Mercer, type and detail obsessive, definitely become the director of the orchestra, establishing itself as the undisputed frontman of the band.
Finally, Oh, Inverted World , the first (and my personal favorite) of the three albums by The Shins (then come Chutes Too Narrow in 2003 and most recently The Night Away wincing of 2007) , along with participation in the Garden State soundtrack , the propel to stardom, or at least all the fame to which can be driven a band that is classified as indie, and is proud of it.
According to Mercer, it's own originality which is not abundant in these times: "I think indie bands like us or Modest Mouse are becoming popular for the same reason that I bought a house in 1940. Growing up in the era of Wal-Mart and 7-Eleven, another supermarket chain, "which were the landscape of my childhood, makes you hungry for authenticity. There is something real out there who can buy, but you have to dig to find it. People are fed up falsehood.. "
And part of that to be true comes from the same creative process that gives rise to records by The Shins. The lyrics and melodies are infused with the melancholy and the feeling of not fitting in Mercer, as well as the specific circumstances in which the songs were written: wincing is a true example of this with its atmosphere even more somber and melancholic than previous records, reflecting seeing was going through difficult times tied to a job that did not like the separation from his girlfriend of the time and it was suffering from insomnia. And that darkness also contributes to the fact that he lived next to a crack house, which looked "like a pimp stick grinds to a toothless prostitute" during the composition of the disc.
However, when recording wincing , Mercer environment changed and moved to Portland (where he bought the former home of Elliott Smith, which shows off to visitors), while maintaining the method for making records that were used in the first two so successfully: it is in the singer's basement where the band is installed to record, an event that will take very quiet. Get rich sound textures, but relaxed atmosphere, which seek to create identical conditions in the study. The bassist of the band itself describes the "roots of the group as a stand and listen to Pink Floyd." Much to be lying on couches drinking beer and smoking dope at 5 am, they say, was basically what was treated OIW gestation process.
I do not know, says Natalie Portman, The Shins will change your life. But let's worth a try.
One morning I woke up suddenly shaken by my father, who returned to work early. His eyes were bloodshot and his breath smelled of liquor. He looked terrified, and he felt with the fingers bare bulb hanging from a cable.
"It's hot.
and I stared angrily threw the lamp against the wall. Exploded into a thousand pieces of glass fell on me face, but I dared not remove them.
- Where is it? - Said my father, cold and calm voice. I shook, trembling.
- Where is that fucking book?
I shook again. In the darkness just saw the blow coming. Felt who lost his sight and I fell out of bed, with blood on his mouth and an intense burning pain as white fire behind the lips. To tilt the head, I saw what I thought were pieces of a couple of broken teeth on the floor. The hand of my father grabbed me by the neck and lifted me.
- Where?
"Father, please ...
threw me face to the wall with all his might and hit in the head made me lose balance and collapsing like a sack of bones. I crawled into a corner and stayed there, curled up like a ball, watching my father opened the closet and pulled out the four pieces I had and threw them into the ground. Recorded drawers and chests without encountering the book until, exhausted, back to me. I closed my eyes and cringed against the wall, expecting another blow that never came. I opened my eyes and saw that my father was sitting on the bed, choking and crying shame. When she saw him looking, ran down the stairs. I heard the echo of their steps away in the silence of dawn, and only when I knew I was away I crawled into bed and pulled the book from its hiding place under the mattress. I dressed and with the novel under his arm, went out into the street.
A canvas of haze descended on Santa Ana street when I reached the door of the bookstore. The bookseller and his son lived on the first floor of the building. I knew six in the morning there were hours to call home for anyone, but my only thought at that time was to save that book, and I was certain that if my father was to return home as to shatter all the rage that was in his blood. I rang the bell and waited. I had to insist two or three times until I heard the balcony door open and saw the old Sempere, in a bathrobe and slippers, showed up and looked at me astonished. Half a minute later came down to open up and as soon as I saw his face all trace of anger evaporated. He knelt before me and held me by the arms.
- God! Are you okay? Who has done this?
-No. I crashed.
I handed him the book.
"I came to return it, I do not want to get away with it ... Sempere
looked at me without saying anything. I picked her up and I went to the floor. His son, a boy of 12 years so shy that I do not remember having ever heard his voice, had awakened to hear his father out and looked at the top of the landing. Seeing the blood on my face looked at him, startled.
"Call Dr. Campos.
The boy nodded and ran to the phone. I heard him speak and found he was not dumb. Between the two I settled into a dining chair and I cleaned the blood from wounds awaiting the arrival of the doctor.
- Are not you going to say who did this to you? Do not open her mouth. Sempere not know where she lived and would not give him ideas.
- Was it your father?
I looked away.
-No. I crashed.
Dr. Campos, who lived four or five portals there, arrived in five minutes. He examined me from head to foot, feeling the bruises and cuts heal so gently as he could. It was clear that his eyes were burning with indignation, but said nothing.
"No fractures, although a few bruises and sore last few days. These two teeth will be removed. They are pieces missing and no risk of infection.
When the doctor left, Sempere prepared me a glass of warm milk with cocoa and watched me drink, smiling.
"All this to save 'Great Expectations', eh? I shrugged. Father and son looked at each other with a knowing smile.
"The next time you save a workbook, save it for real, do not play in life. Tell me and I'll take you to a secret place where the books never die and nobody can destroy.
I looked at them, puzzled.
- What place is that? Sempere
winked and gave me that mysterious smile that seemed stolen from a serial of Don Alejandro Dumas and they said, was a family brand.
"All in good time, my friend. All in good time.
Hace unos días me acordaba del For Fai y recurrí esperanzada a Youtube, a ver si aparecía alguna punta de lo que era ese enorme programa. Y sí, obvio, encontré algunas cosas. Youtube se está convirtiendo en el gran soporte de los programas de culto de los que nos acordamos con nostalgia. Yo tenía menos de 10 años en esa época, There are lots of things I overlooked. But after watching these videos, again all. For Fai
The world was very bizarre. Filled with mini professional opinólogos, workers, housewives, etc. they seem like great guys but speak, that world was like stuck somewhere in the 50, run by the political leader / owner corporaciónForFai (which here would mean something like "The System"), Orwell For Fai. We never knew exactly who was also a large owner of Everything. But he had his spokesman, Mario Podesta (the always well-judged Urtizberea Mex). And a whole political propaganda machine at your service in a world that seemed full industrial development, trade unions and militant movements included (such as the Anarchist Movement Empanadas Manufacturers). A whole universe was the world well completito For Fai.
(with respect to the title: I'm very bad, horrible, to select titles, so we often use songs or phrases. "Boys only" is not very good say, but considering I could have used other songs like "Let the children come," which I chose the break. Also in the summer passed in a recital of Fito Back at the Grand Rex in 90 of those good times Third World, and is a version made with Kuryaki Illia, a pair of sheep at that time, who redeemed the song.)
Theory 1: When you have certain things in common with other people, certain tastes, such as books, music, movies and stuff, the world becomes less than a scarf. They may have the same records at home than go mad, compulsively watch the same TV series, stacking the same books in their libraries and more than likely, you'll find them everywhere.
and support what I say, speaking wisely Rob ( High Fidelity): "I Agree That What Really Matters Is What You Like, Not What You are like. Books, records, films, These Things matter. Call me shallow But it's the fuckin 'truth. " ("I agreed that what really matters is what you like, not what you are. Books, CDs, movies, these things matter. Call me superficial, but it's the damn truth. ")
100% confirmed empirically for me, I have a list of names and situations that prove it.
Theory 2: If you guys like Hendrix would have survived longer than they lived, the world had exploded. Directly. They were simply too talented, too sensitive and too good to stand here, or better, that this bear with them doing their stuff (bottle, if Hendrix did made on, rounded up, 5 years, what we would expect if still a couple of decades.) Anyway, they never grow old. Janis I can not imagine dying in a hospital at 80, surrounded by grandbabies. It had to be making noise.
Theory 2 Bis
The exception to the rule, there always has to be Dylan. The most logical thing would have been for espicha in the motorcycle accident to 66, which remain frozen in the poster of the musician consumed by the excesses of rock, and topping up her life with a Blonde on Blonde . Pearl Janis Type (post mortem records are always well in these cases). Lacked nothing to the myth, even at that time.
But no. Just endured (and suddenly disappear after a long time, and to leave everyone with the desire, revives from the ashes. Okay, the movie. Evil tongues say that in fact the accident was not anything serious, who used to disappear from the scene for a while. If it was a move of the press, how good it was.). Luckily for us, obviously. Thinking that we had lost Nashville Skyline, New Morning , the tremeeeendos latest albums, BLOOD ON THE TRACKS! I find it just awful, he did not think. Discussing
the subject with my friend Charlie, he said "is that Dylan is God." I would say that rather than being God, what the guy did was sell his soul to the devil. Much more likely.
NO MORE.
now Disclaimer: I read the online edition of Rolling Stone and is outrageous. Under chronic recital succeed Dylan ranting messages. I do not pretend that everyone would have loved the concert, the guy is and was always difficult to digest, but it is ridiculous to read things like tell a supposed fan feel cheated and even more those who say that after the third track began to playback!
If you do not bother me much, I omnipotence would be funny to some people talking: If an artist in the world that no longer have to prove anything to no one, that is Bob Dylan. If you have to sing badly, and I doubt he does that concern you cover it with a recording.I'll stay forever with the question of what went through your head when you decided to make a third bis.
is not the case in this scene from Almost Famous, which was out of film by problems with the concession of the rights of Stairway to Heaven (Led Zeppelin always refused to sell them. That is why the DVD that includes the deleted scenes from the movie are invited the viewer to synchronize its own audio of the song with the images). It is also assumed that it was too long. In fact, the scene revolves around the characters really listening the entire song. Quite unusual for a movie spend more than 10 minutes to something. It seems that Cameron Crowe, director and screenwriter of the film based on his own experience as a teenager, went mad when he found he could not use it. And with good reason.
A couple bonus track data: a) The woman in black and short hair, which is presented as one of the prfesoras, is in real life Cameron Crowe's mother, b ) Frances McDormand, who plays the mother of William, is actually a fan of Led Zeppelin.
There are certain songs that are slow to be accepted, which need to be heard once, twice, fifty times before we realize their value, they win a place in the list songs, recommend, no one can die without listening. However, when you finally discover them become almost an obsession.
Idiot Wind by Bob Dylan is one of those songs for me. Here's why:
1 - must be a thousand times more difficult to write a good song for hatred, without falling into meanness, keeping the poetry, that a good love song. Well, Dylan still manages. And what song of hate, too.
2 - Dylan's vocal. Idiot Wind is the maximum rebuttal to criticism Dylan as a singer. Dominates the song superbly, it's yours completely. Up and down the excitement lengthening the syllables, as is his trademark (some once tried to sing a Dylan song, giving it that effect? It is a failure even before it has started, infinitely more difficult than it sounds). Her voice twists, squats, it breaks at the right times, bleeding. Visceral pain. How not to side with this poor guy was devastated by her lover?
3 - There is a verse in the entire song that has waste. From end to end, Dylan deployed heavy artillery, the whole domain of verbal and poetic he owns. The images it evokes, of those that listen to us to see, smell, know the time of day they happen, where they cause chills so real, so melancholy. The narrator Dylan in all its glory.
For reasons of length (the song has its good twelve paragraphs), I'll have to settle for quoting a couple no more:
"There's a lone soldier on the cross, smoke pourin 'out of a boxcar door, / You didn 't know it, You Did not Think It Could Be Done, in the end end I won the wars / After losin' Every battle. "
" The priest Wore black on the seventh day and sat stone-faced while the building burned. / I Wait for you on the running boards, near the cypress trees, while the springtime / Turned Into autumn slowly. "
4 - Unlike most of the songs of Dylan, the muse Idiot Wind, has a face and name, his wife, Sara Lownds. Although the relationship was then more twists and turns, Idiot Wind was written by Bob in the eye of the storm than it was the torturous separation from Sara.
The fact that such displays of hatred and contempt were inspired by his wife, makes the song even more vivid, more real, and therefore more effective in its impact.
5 - is the song with more fury than heard or listen to in my life. A really deep rage, moreover, that it appears to have been wounded in the depths. Almost in tears, Dylan last longer word of each line, making it a wrenching howl.
is a miracle that still know how to breathe, you're an idiot, babe, one day you'll be in the garbage, flies buzzing around you, you're down everything, I can not even touch the books you read. These are some of the things Dylan, pure venom, spits in the face of his wife.
But for this, there is no better show than the song itself.
"You hurt the ones That I love best and cover up the truth with lies. / One day you'll be in the ditch, flies buzzin 'around your eyes, / Blood on your saddle ."
"What's good is bad, what's bad is good, you'll find out When You Reach the top / You're on the bottom .”
“I noticed at the ceremony, your corrupt ways had finally made you blind/I can't remember your face anymore, your mouth has changed, your eyesdon't look into mine .”
“ I can't feel you anymore, I can't even touch the books you've read /Every time I crawl past your door, I been wishin' I was somebody else instead.”
“You'll never know the hurt I suffered nor the pain I rise above,/And I'll never know the same about you, your holiness or your kind of love,/ And it makes me feel so sorry .”
6 – De pie and clapping for this final.
"Idiot wind, blowing Through the buttons on Our coats, Blowing
That Through the letters we wrote,
Idiot wind, blowing-through the dust upon Our shelves,
're idiots, babe, it's a wonder we feed dog events ourselves. "
the end, it was the fault of both.
bootleg version
One day when the track still did not seem so impressive, I heard the shot, played only with guitar and harmonica, which is included in The Bootleg Series Vol. From then I find it impossible to separate from the other version. He revealed that the soul of the song is so intense that it completely transcends the instruments or arrangements, including the lyrics (many fragments are different from the edited version.) Besides evidence of these great things about Dylan: many pirated versions sound as good as those published officially, so that one does not know what to stay. Naked, harsher, more cruel and more sad, I like more than Blood on the Tracks .
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