venerdì 27 agosto 2010

Waitress

Mi serve una canzone che mi faccia da colonna sonora in questi ultimi giorni di agosto.
Una canzone serena, pacata, come "Sleep Now in The Fire" ad esempio.

Oppure mi basta solo pestare a sangue qualcuno.
Tutte le persone tranquille in genere lo fanno.

Ecco una foto che mi ritrae mentre sto scrivendo il post.

Non ho fatto in tempo a sorridere ma sto 'na favola!


Basta così
C.H.









giovedì 19 agosto 2010

Is This Trip Really Necessary?


This remarkable, sometimes
incoherent transcript illustrates
a phantasmagoria of fear,
terror, grief, exaltation and
finally breakdown. Its higlights
have been compressed on this
recording to make their own
disquieting points.

The time is 9:30 PM, one
hour after the participants
have eaten sugar cubes
saturated with LSD. We
hear Brian and his fellow
travellers observing their
gradual transformation.

Brian's been amusing his
friends by chewing on some
plastic flashbulbs.

Brian's mood in gradually
changing. He orders all of
his friends into another room
and closes the door.

He sits alone on the wooded floor,
             visible only by the dim light shining fron the bathroom.
                                                                 He talks to himself.

   The time is now 1 am.
Brian is unalbe to snap his fingers and terminate the trip,
                                                                       which continues.

He sobs, as his joy turns to fear.

Brian's rocky journey ended twelve hours after it is so innocently had begun. He was shattered by it.

This young man never had a bummer in some thirty-three LLSD trips. Every one of them was a delight. Everything under control. He needed only to snap his fingers and down he came, any time. But on Voyage 34 he finally met himself coming down an up-staircase, and the encounter was crushing.

The LSD trip is a pilgrimage far out beyond your normal mind, into that risky and revelatory territory which has been explored for thousands of years by mystics and visionary philosophers.

Well I never think that when I'm twenty-one, I'm twenty-one - I think of tomorrow or this minute...

And hope there's a tomorrow, 'cause I don't like what's going on in the world. I'm scared of that, more than drugs, I'm not afraid of them...

I'n just...I'm just scared you know?

We're told that perhaps a million Americans, most of them young people, have made the LSD
experience part of their lives. Is this a social menace and a cause for alarm?

I don't think so.
I see nothing less than the
speedy evolution of a new,
indigenous religion.

I'm just...
I'm just scared you know?

Everybody is...pretty uptight.

I'm just...I'm just scared...you know?

The LSD religionist knows; that the temple of worship is the human body, tha the shrine must be located, not in a public place, but in the privacy of your own home, and that the congregation cannot extend beyond your family and your closest friends...

...And then the paintings on the walls were dripping. You know...you could see the paint coming down like this, just like if somebody was hosing it off at the top and all the paint was running down onto the floor. And it was so pretty...they were running. Like they were melting! It was groovy...

It was like a... it was like a massage. It was so... it was so groovy, you can't, believe how groovy... it wasn't just water hitting you, taking a shower, soap and out you go, you know, towel off. It was just... oh wow! You know it was like... it was like... it was like a caress. You know kind of... and you could really feel the hot and the cold. You could feel hot "hot" and cold "cold", you know and... and each little drop that came out was a different one, you know... it wasn't... I don't think the water must mix inside. It must come out hot and cold or something, 'cos you could feel hot cold hot cold all over you. It was really groovy.

I guess... it was... I guess the world for it is sensual...
you know just...
your body just oh! It grooved!

For psychedelics are stimulators of ideas and feelings,
but generally this ideas and feelings would
express themselves constructively rather than
violently or destructively.

If it were possible during a riot to spray samall doses
of LSD from a helicopter into the air...
People would soon quieten...

Is this trip really necessary?


Porcupine_Tree_-_Voyage_34-Remixes

sabato 14 agosto 2010

Cronache estive...

...ovvero metto per iscritto ciò che ho visto in questi giorni prima che come al solito mi dimentichi tutto.
 
Iniziamo con:
DANA FUCHS BAND
Lei è la tizia che ha fatto un parte nel film "Across the universe", quella che cantava Helter Skelter per intenderci.
Non è proprio il mio genere e non conoscevo neanche uno dei suoi pezzi e neanche come si pronunciava il suo nome (io la chiamavo dana facs invece di pronuncia dena fucs..).
Già nel film mi aveva dato l'impressione di una molto "pace&amore" e una volta tanto non mi sono sbagliata. Durante il concerto si è messa a baciare e ad abbracciare tutte le persone davanti al palco. Parlava dell'importanza dell' "Ammòre", quello universale e spiegava la genesi di ogni suo pezzo. Mi ha anche fatto star male perchè una canzone era dedicata a sua sorella, scomparsa da poco, e ha raccontato la sua storia in un modo veramente toccante.
La voce sicuramente non le manca come pure la resistenza; per tutte le due ore del concerto non si è fermata un minuto, saltava a destra e a sinistra, si sdraiava sul palco, saltava...se c'era una corda sicuramente si sarebbe anche arrampicata.
A parte la parentesi strappalacrime la carica e l'energia di questa Dana mi hanno rilassato. E' stata un'ottima scoperta.

PAOLO ROSSI
Ebbene sì.
Il riso in alcuni punti è stato amaro..molto amaro. Ma in certi punti mi stavo spanciando dalle risate.
Poi finalmente ho sentito battute ATEE. Finalmente.
Una formica ha più memoria di me e mi sono già scordata tutto quello che ha detto, mi ricordo solo questo:
Dal vangelo secondo Frank Zappa:
'Si fa presto a guardare le pagliuzze negli occhi degli altri, che non ci si rende conto della chitarra elettrica che si ha nel culo'


ELIO E LE STORIE TESE
Fino all'ultimo credevo di non andarci.
Anche qui, oltre ad ammirare la perfezione tecnica di questi musicisti, è stato difficile trattenere le risa soprattutto quando sul palco entrava Mangoni...

poi hanno fatto "Pagano"!!!


Basta così
C.H.

 




venerdì 6 agosto 2010

Visto che il 2012 è alle porte..


Ieri sera ho visto una stella cometa. Era bella grossa e ben visibile.
Stavolta ho espresso un desiderio diverso, banale per molti, ma non per me.
Vabè, se non ci credo nemmeno io è difficile che si avveri, ma almeno ci provo.
Chissà Chi sei...e soprattutto: chissà se ci sei...