If I never did it, I was only waiting...

martes, 29 de julio de 2008

(for a better moment that didn't come...)

Did I ever touch you on the cheek?!
Say that you were mine?
Thank you for the smile?
Did I ever knock upon your door and try to get inside?

If I never did it,
I was only waiting for a better moment that didn't come.
There never could be a better moment than this one.
This one.

Y las luces caen en el 34 y 1/2

domingo, 27 de julio de 2008

Alguna vez fuimos mas jovenes.


Un 9 de Julio hace algunos años firmamos un contrato musical de vida y recuerdos trascendentales.
Abrimos la puerta sin cerradura... el ruido se hizo testigo en un grabador.

Hoy en dia, desde mi habitacion y bajo el abrigo de decenas de casettes desgastados, pienso que los perros no arruinaron aquel momento del todo.
Escucharse en cintas demacradas por la practicidad y la calidad de la tecnologia digital y el entusiasmo de plasmar en ".wavs" las nuevas melodias, es casi un tsunami de recuerdos que arrollan cualquier armonia sentimental.
Es un cachetazo en la cabeza.
Una dosis de oxigeno al organismo!
Escucharse, jovenes y entusiasmados tocando de forma desprolija, sumado a la calidad grabacion-de-bolsillo-sobre-una-cinta-vieja y reverbereados por los mordiscos de un ovejero aleman tiene su gracia.
Es el registro desprolijo de epocas brillantes y momentos unicos.


Alguna vez fuimos mas jovenes y hace algunos años tocabamos en un lavadero "Smell Like Teen Spirit", y Joel tocaba al aire una perfecta cuarta de distancia semitonal.
Y Nahuel se reia desde la bateria, complice a mi en gestos de aprobacion.
Y Richie desde el bajo me recordaba a mi hermano cuando tocaba arriba de los discos de Green Day, "Dookie", "Insomniac", "Kerplunk" o "Nimrod", como soñando con ser Mike Dirnt.
Las latas presenciaban la hermosura y sepultaban al espectador.
Y ahi estaba Mariana, rodeada de atun oxidado y cenizas de cigarrillo.


Algunas vez fuimos mas jovenes y nos quedamos mientras amanecia despues de salir, para sacarnos fotos con el Sol contrastando el pasado de los juegos en la plaza, sentados en el cordon, mirando hacia el final del camino, tratando de entender que habria mas alla de lo que nuestros ojos podian mirar y sentiamos que lo unico que habia que hacer era mirar hacia adelante... perderse en la luz del fondo. Ignorar cualquier distraccion... mirando hacia Burzaco... y creo que caminamos.
Estabamos sentados en el cordon, y sin darnos cuenta ibamos hacia adelante.


Teniamos una bandera. Y remeras. Remeras hechas con pintura para tela y todas manchadas. Con la palabra "Polainas" en letras mayusculas, en todo el ancho de la espalda y las vestiamos orgullosos con todas sus manchas de pintura corrida.
Y en el camino tocamos algunas veces, en fiestas de cumpleaños. E ibamos con nuestras cintas de bolsillo, gritando que eran las 6 de la mañana y que queriamos despertar al vecino con nuestros gritos. Cantando desde el cielo y cada vez mas lejos del pasado con canciones sobre los complejos de inferioridad y la retrospeccion mental hacia los balcones y los numeros de loteria.
Y aun asi no deciamos nada. Gritabamos, "asi fue como paso, que hoy no nos miramos igual..." y hablabamos de las distancias y ahi estaban, sentados en la casa de Fiorella y en Banfield, mirando como cuatro chicos jovenes con una bandita trasladaban equipos de una casa a otra para tocar canciones de chicos jovenes e inocentes llenos de nervios, y frio.

Y despues aprendimos a caminar un poco mas seguros. Y eramos mas conscientes de todo. Y aun seguiamos jovenes... y frescos y con ganas.
Y todo eso nos llevo a pensar en otras galaxias y constelaciones mirando el cielo, y a dudar con intenciones y a tener sueños con fundamento. Aunque nadie entendiera, sabiamos casi todo lo que queriamos saber.
Y caminabamos y nos cruzamos con Leo.


Un 25 de febrero renovamos contrato. Renovamos la nebulosa de energia en la que estabamos centrifugados y pinchamos la piñata... y como nenes nos descontrolamos sin saber cual de todos los caramelos y juguetes agarrar primero. No nos importaba nada a costa de alcanzar lo mejor antes que el resto.
Y una vez con lo requerido en el bolsillo y ensayos llenos de entusiasmo y mejor estructura, llegamos a Adrogue.
Y ahi conocimos gente increible.
Tuvimos la suerte de conocer a gente como Sergio Quinto y Julia... y por esos pagos, ida y vuelta, fusionamos grupos de gente. Y nos mimetizamos unos con otros y aparecio la 10 que banco desde la primera fecha en Costumbres Argentinas.




* (Gordo puto! No va a ver un mango!)

Y con todas esas cosas seguimos, y ensayamos, y tocamos, y fuimos. Encontramos algunas fechas y grabamos. Y usamos conceptos de admiracion ambivalente, del amanecer y de andar medio en bolas por las avenidas, de tiempo y aviones, dijimos un titulo en frances, dijimos de la eternidad.
Nos escucharon un poco mas. Nos guardamos aprecio a determinados lugares.
El Estudio Quinto, el Quijano, el lavadero, el living de Joel con la ventana llena de cinta y el ruido. El ruido de amplificadores innecesariamente a volumenes desproporcionados y la bata. La bata retumbando.
Y ahi nos grabamos. Nos grabamos un poco mas en la historia.




Ya teniamos un dicho, un minimo legado, un suspiro para el que quiera escuchar nuestros mensajes! Y si bien no fue gran cosa, estabamos caminando.
Nos cruzamos con Semilla y Ceci, que nos guiaron en eso que ellos ya sabian.
Y nos aconsejaron y ayudaron, y compartimos situaciones de Rock y coreabamos discusiones inducidas por el espiritu festivo after-fecha respecto a Lanus e Independiente.
Y todo eso nos hizo crecer.
Armamos electricos y acusticos.
Hicimos calcos. Nos fuimos a tocar a Capital y a lugares que no conociamos.
Y algunos pocos nos siguieron.
Y tocamos y fuimos en micro, en auto, en tren, en remis o en camioneta, como se pueda!
Fuimos a Rosario.
Y AJJJJJJJ! nos divertimos en la tele y en la radio!
Estuvimos ahi a la espalda de cada billete de diez pesos.

Llegamos a un pedestal, y nos volvimos.
Estabamos en el centro del espiral que una vez consumido, desintegrado y habiendo aniquilado suficientes mosquitos parecia desaparecerse.
Pegamos la vuelta.
Volvimos de la eternidad y nos dio la sensacion de haber terminado.
Nos tropezabamos y levantabamos.
Ensayabamos y muchas veces se volvio tedioso pero es parte!!!
Es parte de cualquier camino ese minuto de mirar la inmensidad hacia los costados cuando no se ve nada para adelante.

Supongo que habiamos llegado a la luz que veiamos desde la plaza.
Estabamos en esa parte ciega en la que tenes que correrte un poco o ponerte la venda en los ojos.
Pero a los ciegos no les gustan sordos.
Y no estabamos dispuestos a callar habiendo gente a la que cantar.


Y en el Quijano hubo fiesta.
Y nos reimos! nos pusimos seudonimos de humor negro y la 10 bailaba.
Y los de siempre tambien haciendo fuerza o simplemente escuchando.
Y algunos se quedaron esperando por esa banda soporte que nunca vieron.
Y otros seguro piensan que el cantante de "Las Manos de Sciolli" tiene el pelo como Daniel Agostini.

Y eramos nosotros mismos hasta donde podiamos, y nos hicimos remeras, calcomanias y mochilas. Y hubo otra bandera. Y un pato fiel. Y hubo espirales de carton y mas listas de temas y mas canciones y mas.



Y despues de eso Polainas y los Desertores se fueron a San Marcos, a buscar esa brisa de sol y sierra, de atardecer y cerveza, de convivir y guitarrear frente al rio. Y hubo muchas vibras. Y hubo canciones y ocurrencias, y textos y gritos.
Y surgieron "Arte Escarlata" y una cancion sin nombre, surgieron hippies de todos lados, en su mayoria hippieretas. Y esperamos por esa cancion que conquiste a la niña hippie ya sea cierto o una ilusion. Y cantamos "Good Times Coming", hubieron sensaciones y de vuelta energias renovadas.
Y lo unico que nos queda es seguir gritando contra cualquier clima extraño que nos haga temblar. Y el lavadero sigue siendo unico por mantener como ninguna otra "sala de ensayo" las energias vivas de la conexion musical y el entender. Y lo unico que queda es sacar esa fuerza oculta de ahi. Y San Marcos fue otro lugar simbolico y de esos que se guardan para siempre.



Alguna vez fuimos mas jovenes y de eso me voy a acordar...
hasta la eternidad
POLAINAS
te amow!

I didn't except to be

jueves, 24 de julio de 2008

But I was.

You could have felt me by sleeping on the grass...
in the whisper of the softly-touching wind,
in the warm hug of a fire,
in the restful massage of the shower,
in the vibrations of an unspoken "A".

By the 440 that came from your phone when you've tried to find a word...
(From all that deep-mystical silence,
I was waiting for the light
to came out and find you)

Find you running behind a floating dandelion,
smiling almost every time you nearly-reach it...
Find you there being yourself without anyone knowing...
And find you while you're keeping that whole-life-mistery inside too,
there in your backyard taking photos,
or walking round the square two or three times a day to smoke a cigarette.

I guess I was looking for some fresh and new breeze
writing all there, down the cloudy sky that long cold night.
I had the feeling that I heard some children playing on the corner,
thay said you'd wanna hear all that's pretty.

Yeah, they said you'd wanna hear all that's nice,
and why not!?
Is there something behind all The Creation
that couldn't touch you deep inside while you were
climbing the stairways and sending cheers to someone down there!?
I guess I wanna say all that's pretty.
I guess I wanna say all that's nice.

Aha! I was near to forget it...
I didn't except to Be,
but I was,
and my name is Ed.
Got no Godhead's eternal magic or strenght.
Not similar knowledge or wisdom,
and not even that kind of popularity...
but I learned a little bit of
speaking through music, or letters.
I learned how to cry, and how to laugh,
how to remember and how to forget.
How to remain silent without a gesture
when someone's saying something I can't understand...
And how to speak without a word,
when it's not even necessary an Idiom
to show my feelings.
I learned almost all required thing
to be someone in this existencial enigma called Love.

There was a time

miércoles, 23 de julio de 2008

I was noble personage
Born to beautify the page
()
come on little boy in corduroy!
how many wishes can you wish in a day!?

*save a sunny wish for a rainy day!

Cosmic Wheels

martes, 22 de julio de 2008



"In the present position of the planets

It's impossible for me to say

Just when I'll find my course again
With these boulders in my way"


Otra de Donovan para el mundo entero!
En el año 1973, Donovan editó bajo el sello Epic Records, su décimo álbum de estudio bajo el título de Cosmic Wheels.

La producción del disco estuvo a cargo de Donovan Leitch y Mickie Most.

Recuerdo haber descubierto a Donovan casi por casualidad... bajando música de intérpretes desconocidos, y haber llegado a mi elección de descargar "Cosmic Wheels" en un sitio de Internet debido al arte de tapa del disco.
Un tipo flaco, sentado como un hippie sobre un almohadón con una guitarra acústica jumbo,
cuyo caja de resonancia estaba perforada con la forma de una luna menguante, abrazando el extremo del mástil y los trastes correspondientes a las notas más agudas...
Alrededor, el universo, astros y oscura inmensidad.

Para el arte de tapa, Donovan se inspiró en un grabado anónimo sobre madera,
cuyo primera aparición histórica se dió en 1888 a cargo de Camille Flammarion en su libro "La atmósfera: Meteorología Popular".

Donovan incluyó este grabado en el interior del álbum (Flammarion Woodcut).




Flammarion Woodcut


Dispuesto a cambiar las cuerdas a mis guitarras,
limpiarlas y curarlas de la malaria ambiental,
decidí escuchar uno de los discos que había conseguido esa semana.
La elección fue Cosmic Wheels,
dejando de lado el Grandes Éxitos de Steve Miller Band
y dos discos de Golden Earring.

Empezaba a quitar las cuerdas oxidadas de mi guitarra acústica
cuando escuche el sonido de la guitarra de Donovan Leitch.
Una secuencia de notas de guitarra acústica preguntando a un bajo que responde
superponiéndose a la guitarra, seguido de un arpegio de guitarra afinada en Open D.
Hasta el momento vibraba dentro de mí una curiosidad respecto a la composición en esa afinación y Cosmic Wheels, el tema que da nombre al disco, y también lo inaugura,
fue uno de los que me llevaron a dejar la 6ta y la 1era cuerda en la nota Re
para experimentar con ese tipo de afinación.
Al terminar el tema, me pregunte a que llamaban Folk los músicos.
Tenía entendido que Donovan hacía música Folk,
y si bien en el presente, después de haber escuchado el álbum debút de Donovan: "Catch The Wind" y entenderlo como intérprete de folk me atrevo a decir que Donovan es un intérprete de Pop-Rock, Jazz, Psicodelía e incluso un buen experimental de ritmos progresivos al estilo 1968' (Que año para la música y el arte en general!)

Durante el transcurso del año 1965,
se decía que Donovan era el "clon de Dylan" e incluso hasta hoy día,
mucha gente sigue considerandolo así.
Por mi parte pienso que hay que saber diferenciarlos y no quedarse con el estilo de Catch The Wind al momento de juzgar un estilo.
Cosmic Wheels junto a muchos otros discos de la carrera de Donovan Leitch, llenos de elementos que externalizan el folk, demuestran que "encasillarlo" en ese estilo, sería pecar de crítico músical impulsivo.
No nos quedemos con eso primero que compuso, con aquello con lo que surgió!
El jóven Donovan aprendió arpegios y técnicas de mano derecha bajo las reglas del folk, pero a partir de 1966, con la edición de Sunshine Superman, y de ahí en adelante, se expandió en una cantidad de sonidos y armonías más amplias que van desde el Rock and Roll hasta la música Oriental.

El segundo tema del disco, "Earth Sign Man" lo pone a Donovan y a la guitarra slide en el escalón del Blues, en el uso tradicional de 1ero, 4to y 5to grado de la tonalidad de Sol mayor.
El timbre particular de Donovan le da el brillo necesario a ésta canción que se pone mucho más interesante en un puente más oscuro, con vientos y slides e incluso una orquesta acompañando cada una de las armonías.

"Sleep" el tercer tema del álbum, fue el primer tema del disco que me generó dependencia. Me sorprendió particularmente la zona melódica en la que canta Donovan en la intro del tema. Muchos Zeppelianos podrían matarme por decir ésto pero esa introducción realmente me hizo pensar en la imagen de Robert Plant.
Otro de los aspectos vocales que me atraparon de Donovan, en éste tema y también en muchos otros, fue el manejo del vibrato. Que capacidad para vibrar alrededor de una misma nota sin perder el hilo melódico! Sleep me dió temblor en el cuerpo y creo que para el momento ya estaba sacándole brillo al cuerpo de mi guitarra.
Ésta canción es para poner en un escalón importante a Donovan no solo como cantante sino también como compositor y creador de climas intensos.

Volviendo al Open D, Donovan puso en el cuarto puesto del tracklisting a "Maria Magenta", Entre bajos de 1ero y 5to grado, una batería firme, clavicordios y acordeones, Donovan le dá un toque de frezcura y felicidad al álbum con una canción casí cirquense que me recordó a aquel "Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da" del álbum blanco de The Beatles.
No es tan ilógico ese recuerdo dado que Donovan y The Beatles generaron mutuas y fuertes influencias.
De hecho en el año 1968, viajaron a Rishikesh en visita del Maharishi Maesh Yogi, y compartieron bajo sus enseñanzas un período de meditación y purificación trascendental.
Lennon se refirió al Maharishi en su canción Sexy Sadie, y Donovan lo hizo también en Hurdy Gurdy Man. Harrison incluyó una estrofa en los líricos de Hurdy Gurdy Man que Donovan no cantó en la versión oficial de estudio, pero que recuerda en homenaje a George en cada una de sus presentaciones en vivo.
Además, Donovan enseñó a Lennon algunos patrones de arpegios del Folk durante ese viaje a la India, bajo los cuales John compuso "Dear Prudence" y "Julia". Canciones que se encuentran también en el increíble White Album del 68'.
Junto a Paul McCartney, Donovan grabó ese mismo año en los estudios de Abbey Road una serie de zapadas, entre las cuales se encuentran tempranas versiones de "Unicorn", "Mr.Wind" y "Walrus and The Carpenter" (canciones del álbum HMS Donovan, 1971) y también "Lalena" (éxitoso single de Donovan incluído en el álbum recopilatorio Donovan's Greatest Hits de 1969).
Un año antes de esas zapadas grabadas y distribuidas en un Bootleg llamado "Donovan and McCartney in Abbey Road Studios", Paul McCartney le ponía gritos de fondo al tema que da nombre a otro genial álbum de Donovan Leitch: Mellow Yellow (1967).

"Wild Witch Lady" comienza con la misma fórmula que Cosmic Wheels, pero electrificado. Secuencias de notas para un riff simple de guitarra, ritmos sólidos de batería y bajo, una orquesta desintegrandose, sumado al recurso vocal de vibrato tradicional de Donovan pero en esta ocasión mucho más explotado, y una garganta descociéndose tras los gritos
"Wow! Yeah, Sweet-young-thing You are!", "She's a Wild Witch Lady, She's a Voodoo Child" hacen a uno de los temas más oscuros del disco.

Las orquestas no dejan de sonar y acompañan también al sexto tema del álbum: "The Music Makers". Éste tema es básicamente un bajo en una nota insistente y un piano, junto a coros femeninos, y una métrica "rap-eable" al estilo "Barabajagal" o "Riki Tiki Tavi", en la melodía vocal de Donovan.
"Have some fun out in the country, celebrate your music in the opening, people comes from miles around to hear the music makers"
"Come On People! You Gotta Shake It, Come on People! People moveeees, People Dance"
Bajo esas frases Donovan nos recuerda a los videos de los festivales musicales de los 60's (y qué lástima tener que decir videos, en lugar de haber-estado-ahí!) con los grupos de hippies acercándose felizmente hacia la zona de escenario para pasar el día mirando a las bandas, bajo el ritmo constante de las percusiones, las guitarras criollas, el rock, el terreno, la hierba, el sol, la risa... Qué espíritu!

Y ahora sí, en 7mo lugar, el toque gracioso e irónico de Donovan. El primer tema que cito a todo aquel al que quiera mostrarle lo inteligente que es Donovan a la hora de componer irónias y canciones en broma como "The Pee Song".
El tema se llama "The Intergalactic Laxative" y la letra es la siguiente:



"I was impressed like everyone,
When man began to fly,

Out of earthly regions,
To planets in the sky.
With total media coverage,
We watched the heros land,
As ceremoniously
They disturbed the cosmic sand.


In awe with admiration,
We listened to the talk.
Such pride felt they,
Such joy to be Upon the moon to walk.
My romantic vision shattered,
When it was explained to me,
Spacemen wear old diapers
In which they shit and pee.

Oh, the intergalactic laxative,
Will get you from here to there.
Relieve you and believe me,
Without a worry or care.

If shitting is your problem,
When you're out there in the stars,

Oh, the intergalactic laxative
Will get you from here to Mars.


They don't partake like you and I,
Of beefy burger mush.

Their food is specially prepared
To dissolve into slush.

Absorbed by multi-fibers
In the super diaper suit,
Otherwise the slush would trickle
Down inside the boot.

Oh, the intergalactic laxative,
Will get you from here to there.
Relieve you and believe me,
Without a worry or care.

If shitting is your problem
When you're out there in the stars,
Oh, the intergalactic laxative
Will get you from here to Mars.

You may well ask now what becomes
Of liquid they consume.

A pipe is led from penis head
To a unit in the room.
The water is recirculated,

Filtered for re-use.
In case of anti-gravity -
Pee gets on the loose.

Oh, the intergalactic laxative,
Will get you from here to there.
Relieve you and believe me,
Without a worry or care.
If shitting is your problem
When you're out there in the stars,
Oh, the intergalactic laxative
Will get you from here to Mars.

Wherever man has conquered,
On the quest for frontiers new,
(Da da da da)

I'm glad that he's always had to do
The number one and two.
It makes it all so ordinary,
Just like you and me,
To know the greatest heroes,
They had to shit and pee.

The intergalactic laxative
Will get you from here to there,
For cosmic constipation
There's none that can compare.
If shitting is your problem

When you're out there in the stars,
Oh, the intergalactic laxative,
The intergalactic laxative,
The intergalactic laxative,
Will get you from here to Mars"



Después de las risas y unos segundos de silencio, ocupando el octavo lugar de la lista de temas y en la tonalidad de Mi Mayor, bajo el abrazo de voces infantiles, Donovan canta "I Like You", una canción de ternura extrema, líricos y melodías simples que se desatan en una orquesta en crescendo que parece estallar con el rasguido abrupto de una guitarra acústica y un ritmo movido acompañado de violines, coros de niños, bajo, guitarra y batería.
Sobre la mitad del tema vuelve el coro de niños y la guitarra eléctrica arpegiando suavemente sobre Mi Mayor y Si Mayor.



"I held you, you felt me...
I touched you, you kissed me,
Holding my heart in the palm of your hand.
Headed out west for the Indian lands.
Dreams of the golden boy tangling your mind.
Drags at your body to fill in the time.

Sad city sister on wherever you are from
I knew naively that I was your man.
I followed after with heavy heart of lead.
Just like a man who walks, yet is dead."


"Only The Blues", es un tema estilo country de clima agradable y melodías divertidas. Un Piano acompaña un puente de armonía perfecta y una armónica de soplidos veloces e intermitentes ejecutada por Donovan.


"There are no rules to follow
No advice to take
You're the only one
who can give yourself a shake
Someone will appear
to dispel all your fear
in a funny unexpected way -

Then you'll wake up in the morning
with a smile upon your face
And you'll look out on the world
and see it is a happy place
With no memory of misery
you will soon forget
you had only what the lonely call the blues
you had only what the lonely call the blues
you had only what the lonely call the blues"


Para cerrar el disco, sobre una cálida percusión, recursos de guitarra acústica y teclado, Donovan canta "Appearances" (y cómo canta!), aconsejándonos:


"Don't let appearances fool you...
Life's not what the rule book tells
Don't let appearances fool you
Feel the vibes as well
Feel the vibes as well"





Gracias Don! Yo te hago caso una vez más!

Ah re capo!

domingo, 20 de julio de 2008

"No creo que ser libre haya sido una elección,
más bien siento como que
simplemente así debía suceder"

"Esa es la forma con la que se sorprende al gentío!"

"Que mal que estacionó, como se nota que no fue a mi academia de manejo"

"Antes era muy engreído, ahora soy totalmente perfecto"


Ah re capo, anda a la concha de tu madre!

D I oz

sábado, 19 de julio de 2008

eL que sabe es el que sufre,
el que sufre es el que crece.

No hay crecimiento si no hay dolor,
y no hay Dios que pueda regular tal perfección trascendental.
Excepto, claro,
aquel interior que no tiene ni presencia ni régimen,
por tanto ni imágen y semejanza,
ni juicio ni estado,
ni nombre ni edad
ni registro histórico
o refrán...
ni estilo ni tumba
ni duelo.

Es simplemente esa luz interior que te alumbra el escalón al subir.

Well, I was bad news

viernes, 18 de julio de 2008

Chantal Kreviazuk, la 3er canadiense que vino a salvarnos.


"Well, I was so scared
I was a train wreck waitin' to happen
On the way to nowhere



You tell me that I'm crazy then you smile
And now I think I'll get through
The end of the world
Now I think I'll get through
Anything
And now I think I'll get through



Now honey around you
I'm feelin' so good'
Cause you picked me up out of the rough
And you polished me up and made me brand new..."





(Fragmentos de BEFORE YOU, del álbum "Colour Moving and Still")

Gracias Chant!

Rough Ride

I needed loving,
I needed a friend,
I needed something that would be there (in the end)
On a rough ride to heaven.
Wanna get inside, what will I do?
Oh, on a rough ride to heaven,
I wanna get inside, I wanna be with you.

I knew you'd help me (help me!)
I knew you could (Ooooh!)
You knew I didn't want to be misunderstood.

On a rough ride to heaven.
Wanna be inside, what'll I do? (to be with you)
Oh, on a rough ride to heaven,
I wanna be inside, to be with you (Oooh!)




I'm not asking for an easy passage,
so I hope you understand.
I'm not after any special treatment,
but I wouln't mind a hand.

On a rough ride, Oh! On a rough ride
(Rough Ride!) to Heaven
If I wanna get inside, what will I do?
Rough Ride!
Rought Ride to heaven!
I wanna get inside, what will I do? (to be with you)
Yeah! On a rough ride to heaven,
I wanna get inside to be with you,
On a rough ride to heaven,
I wanna be inside to be with you.

I'm in Love with Brigitte Bardot

miércoles, 16 de julio de 2008

(...)
Nacida en París el 28 de septiembre de 1934, a actriz Brigitte Bardot se convirtió en el mito erótico por excelencia durante los años 50's y 60's. A los 18 años debutó en la pantalla de cine en la película "Le Trou Normand" (1952) y ese mismo año se casó con Roger Vadim, director de cine.

A la edad de 40 años se retiró de la actuación no solo habiendo protagonizado más de 50 películas,
sino también formando parte del mundo músical tras grabar una serie de discos.
Uno de ellos fue grabado junto a Serge Gainsbourg en el año 1967 bajo el título de "Bonnie And Clyde".
Un recopilatorio denominado "Best Of Brigitte Bardot" reuné sus más-memorables canciones y sale a la venta bajo el sello Philips en 1999 con un arte de tapa altamente cargado de seducción.



La sensualidad de su imágen en combinación a la dulzura de su canto (y en que idioma!),
la han vuelto una maravilla a los ojos del hombre
y por consiguiente un ícono en la historia del cine y la moda.

Brigitte se dedica ahora a la promoción de los derechos de los animales y es una de las pocas modelos que no recurrió a la cirugía estética.
Yo, personalmente, me quedo con las fotos de cuando era joven!






En el libro "Many Years From Now" de Barry Miles,
beatle-referencias respecto a Brigitte.

Palabras de Paul McCartney:

"Cuando éramos jóvenes hacíamos sesiones de masturbación en la casa de Nigel Whalley, en Woolton. Nos quedábamos a pasar la noche y nos sentábamos todos en sillones y apagábamos todas las luces y, como éramos varones todos púberes, todos nos masturbábamos. Alguien decia: "Brigitte Bardot", y ¡ooohhh!, eso ponía a todos a la par, y entonces alguien, tal vez John, decía: "¡Winston Churchill!"¡Oh, no!", y eso arruinaba por completo la concentración de todos."

JAAA!

George Harrison: Life Itself! The CREEM Interview

La siguiente entrevista fue publicada por la revista Creem en dos partes;
Diciembre de 1987 y Enero de 1988.
En el medio nacía yo!)
:)

The George Harrison Interview
by J. Kordosh


In a plush Warner Bros. Office, Bill Holdship and I listened to George Harrison’s first album in over five years, Cloud Nine. "I wracked my brain for a title, trying to think of something that didn’t have one of the song titles in it," Harrison said later. (He didn’t succeed; the title song kicks off the album.) "It was called Fab for about half an hour," he added. Since the record was still being mastered, there were only a few cassette copies available, and those strictly for listening within the confines of Warner Bros., who distribute Harrison’s Dark Horse label.

Cloud Nine may well be Harrison’s best album since 1971’s All Things Must Pass, his first and most successful post-Beatles offering. It’s peppered with uptempo rockers ("Devil’s Radio," with a vocal line made for Bob Dylan, "Fish On The Sand," and what appears to be the album’s first single, "Got My Mind Set On You") and some pretty funny lyrics ("When We Was Fab" recalls a time "when income tax was all we had" as voices in the background chant "fab!" and "hear!"). In general, it’s not the kind of thing you might expect from George Harrison.

Since the mid-1970s, Harrison’s released only three albums, none of which sold particularly well or met with much critical praise. Harrison got involved with race car driving, gardening and filmmaking—his movie company, Handmade Films, has produced Withnail And I, Shanghai Surprise, Monty Python At The Hollywood Bowl and others—and Harrison may have easily been perceived as a dropout from the music business. But the new album–prompted, Harrison says, by being in the right mood for material he’s been demoing all along, and by linking up with co-producer Jeff Lynne (of ELO fame)—should change that.

Throughout the interview, Harrison was very relaxed and good-humored, smoking French Gitanes cigarettes and drinking tea. Although much of what he says here–particularly about The Beatles being ripped off–might sound vindictive, it was delivered with a casual good-naturedness. Harrison talks about his new album and some of his overlooked work of the latter years, as well as the selling of The Beatles circa 1987... in particular, The Beatles’ suit against Capitol-EMI over the commercial use of original Beatles’ masters, the Beatles’ meeting with Elvis Presley (and his own second meeting, years later), the Beatles’ LSD experiences, impressions of Sean Penn and Madonna and life after death.

"So what kind of readers does CREEM have?" asked George Harrison. "It’s not just Ginger Baker, Jack Bruce and Eric Clapton, is it?" We hope not, but one never really knows.


  • Who are some of the players on the new album?
Well, on drums we’ve got Ringo and Jim Keltner, and Ray Cooper plays on one track—Ray being the percussion player who used to be with Elton John. He works for our company, Handmade Films. Ringo plays on about four tracks.
  • Does he play on "When We Was Fab"?
Oh, yeah. I mean, before I wrote the song, or when I sat down to write it, I thought, "This one’s gonna start with Ringo going, ‘One, two, DUHtabumb, DUHtabumb.’" That was the intro in my head; that was the tempo it was always going to be.
  • Did you ever think of adding laughter at the end of the song (which vaguely reprises the end of "Within You Without You")?
No, but we had the little thing from the radio and the sitars (laughs). Isn’t that enough?
  • Who else is playing?
All the horn parts were played by Jim Horn. That’s his real name, Jim Horn. He played on all those old Duane Eddy things, and he actually did two with me in 1974 (Dark Horse and Extra Texture). He’s very well-known, one of the top sax players in the country. He’s brilliant. He made a few solo albums on Shelter Records back in the early ’70s and now he’s moved from L.A. to Nashville. A lot of musicians seem to have gone down there because there’s so much work.

Eric Clapton plays on four tracks; I’m sure you could hear him. Eric has the end solo on "That’s What It Takes," he plays on "Devil’s Radio," "Wreck Of The Hesperus," and on the title track. And then Elton John plays electric piano on "Cloud Nine"—and he plays piano on "Devil’s Radio" and, I believe, "Wreck Of The Hesperus," also. Just to complete the list of people who’s on it, Gary Wright plays keyboard, the piano, on a song called "Just For Today," which is a song I wrote from an Alcoholics Anonymous brochure. You know that little leaflet they give out to drunkards, to say to try to live through this day, for today only? And he also plays on "When We Was Fab." All the remaining stuff: bass is Jeff, keyboards, Oberheim, is Jeff, and guitars are me and Jeff. All the little twiddly parts that just crop up, like autoharps, is just me and Jeff, and we also do all the backing voices.
  • What prompted "Devil’s Radio"?
I have to go past this little church to take my boy to school and they have a little billboard—just a little board outside the church—saying, "Gossip: The Devil’s Radio... Don’t Be A Broadcaster." That’s all. So I thought, that’s good, that’s a song, and I wrote it going to one of the Eurythmics concerts. I sort of spent a bit of time with Dave Stewart, checking out his live show on—what was that tour called?—Revenge. The Revenge Tour was coming around England and I went to a couple of shows and I thought, "Yeah, I can do this. I can write these." So I wrote a couple of rockers.
  • How come we heard Paul McCartney and Julian Lennon were also going to be on this album?
You know what was happening? Ringo made an album, or was making an album, Paul was going in the studio and started making an album, but then he decided he didn’t want to do it—and I think that was going around, saying that we were all making an album. People thought that it meant we were all making an album together, but we were all making separate ones, although Ringo did play on mine.
  • Do you think this album’s going to sell?
I hope so; I don’t know. Warner’s seemed really happy with it and, so far, the people I’ve met in interviews all seem to like it. Warner’s, I think, are just going to do the best sales thing that they normally do for an album they consider worthy of it. All I can do is my bit and hope they play it on the radio.
  • Do you think this 20th anniversary stuff...
I think that might help. It might help a lot, actually, inasmuch as radio stations might be interested, after all that stuff going on, to hear what’s happening now. Plus the fact that I’ve not made an album for a number of years. They do say absence makes the heart grow fonder; I don’t know if that’s true (laughs).
  • Did you go through a period where you were getting kind of bored or bitter? On "Blood From A Clone" (off 1981’s Somewhere in England album)...
Yeah, fed up. I love "Blood From A Clone."
  • It’s a great song, but I can never make out the lyrics after the "oom-pah-pah/Frank Zappa" line.
"They say you like it, but knowing the market, it may not go well, it’s too laid back... You need some oom-pah-pah, nothing like Frank Zappa, and not new wave, they don’t play that crap... Try beating your head on a brick wall, hard like a stone... Don’t have time for the music, they want blood from a clone."
  • "Save The World" (from the same album) is, I think, a very funny song.
It is, isn’t it? I mean, it’s serious and funny at the same time.
  • Well, with that line in there where you’ve gotta save the whales.
Yeah, Greenpeace got their due.
  • But "Blood From A Clone," being the first song on the album, just kind of jumped out at you.
Yeah, ’cause that was all this stuff they were telling me: "Well, we like it, but we don’t really hear a single." And then other people were saying, "now, look, radio stations are having all these polls done in the street to find out what constitutes a hit single and they’ve decided a hit single is a song of love gained or lost directed at 14-to-20-year-olds." And I said, "Shit, what chance does that give me?" So anyway, I went in and wrote that song just to shed some of the frustrations. And there’s things in there like "There is no sense to it, pure pounds and pence to it... They’re so intense, too, makes me amazed."

  • What about the line that seems to refer to The Beatles?
Yeah, I remember the line after it (pauses). Oh! "Where will it all lead us, I thought we had freed us from the mundane, seems I’m wrong again."
  • So that was a reference to the Beatles?
No, just we generally, had freed ourselves from all this bullshit music and all bullshit, period. But I see I’m wrong again.
  • Even more so today.
You said that (laughs).
  • Do you think that’s true?
There’s a big swatch of rubbish that’s very popular and then, within that, there’s always been some good stuff. But I don’t really listen much anymore; I never have. I’ve never had time—you’re either making your own music or you’re out listening to everybody else’s. But I catch it when I come through L.A. and I look at MTV (laughs) and it sounds like–I’ve just done this on an HBO interview and I don’t want to step out of line because, basically, I’m quite happy about everything and we all have our rights to be what we want to be. Gandhi said "Create and preserve the image of your choice," so if you want to be Spinal Tap, then best of luck to you. But there’s a lot of Spinal Taps out there who obviously didn’t see the movie, and whoever he is, there’s this big, phantom guitar player with this big guitar who plays the guitar solo on every one of them records.
  • But I wonder if I were in The Beatles if I wouldn’t feel guilty for...
Having created that? We never created that. Elvis and Chuck Berry and Eddie Cochran never felt guilty about creating Beatles. No, it’s OK, it’s just that the problem isn’t in the music, it’s in our consciousness. And it just means that the money-making side of things seems to have its consciousness aimed at a market of 10-to-18-year-olds.
  • Don’t you think that, in America, it’s getting to be a chilling thing?
I think it’s the same all over. It’s just that there’s more of it in America because it’s a bigger country.
  • I was watching that movie about the birth of the Beatles, that Dick Clark movie...
Dick Clark? Not him again. I’ll tell you, I don’t know what Americans think of him, but from the Beatles’ point of view, Dick Clark—I don’t know what he ever did with his own talent. Y’know, all he does is send you letters: "Can I have a clip of you doing this? Can I have a clip of you doing that? I’m making another movie about you and the history of this and that, and you’re in it and I’ll give you two dollars if you’ll let me have it in." You get to the point of saying, "Fuck off, Dick, think of your own ideas, you’re not getting any more of our shit. Just make your own films and rip off other people." Y’know, he’s a twat.
  • It would appear rock ’n’ roll’s done more for him than he’s done for rock ’n’ roll.
Absolutely. I mean, who is he? And you see these albums coming out with all these great rock ’n’ roll hits on them and his face on the sleeve? I’d be embarrassed if I was him. He’s sort of a conglomerate unto himself.Him and Ed Sullivan. Ed Sullivan’s been dead about 19 years but he’s still out there making Ed Sullivan Productions. "Please, can we have another clip of you doing this? We’ll pay you two dollars." You know, piss off.
  • Don’t you guys have control...
We do. We have control over it, and sometimes you’ll get a decent program. The BBC in England put out a program called Rock ’N’ Roll Years, a weekly thing of 30 minutes, and it was done very tastefully. They take old newsreel footage, some performances–one week it’s 1957, then the next week’s ’58, ’59, right through the ’60s. They’re up into the ’70s now, but it’s done really neat. You see all the things that happened in a nutshell; it’s all compressed... lots of historical things and newsreel footage, and there’s no commentary on it. There’s some talk if it’s a newsreel bit—it’s just snippets of these things and, in 30 minutes, it gives you a real feel for what happened in that year.

Now that’s a nice, intelligent thing, and when they ask "Can we have a clip of you doing such-and-such?" You’re inclined to say yes. But when you get all these other people who are just like vultures, who amass video clips of all these other people and sell them around the world, it’s greed and it’s not artistic. It’s just big business. But we get requests all the time; it’s non-stop.
  • How can you possibly oversee all that?
That’s what Apple is still in the business of; dealing with lawyers and trying to stop people from doing this, doing that and doing the other—or trying to license people to do it properly if they’ve got the decency to ask.
  • What about the "Revolution" commercial?
Well, that–that’s something that is a problem, inasmuch as they, whoever wanted it... see, you’ve got these people who own copyrights of things. How they obtained them is a different business. Talking personally about the songs I wrote when I was very young, this guy came up to me and said, "Well, you’ve got to have your music published." I go, "What’s that?" "So that when it goes out you can get some money for it. So, here, why don’t you sign this form and I’ll publish your music for you." They forget to say, "And, incidentally, I’m gonna steal your song and I will own it for the rest of my life, and you don’t own that song even though you just wrote it."

I was more fortunate than John and Paul because I only wrote a few songs in the early days, compared to them. Did you ever see the Rutles? Well, there was a thing in there where it says, "Dick Jaws, an out-of-work publisher of no fixed ability, signed them up for the rest of their lives." And it cuts to him saying, "Lucky, really." So that’s what happened. Fortunately, when that first agreement expired with me, Neil Aspenall, who was our friend and went to school with Paul and I, and who still runs Apple, said, "Hey, I don’t think you should sign with these people." I was in the Himalayas at the time and I thought, OK, and I just formed my own publishing company. So since then I own my own songs, whereas John and Paul’s went on, and this guy Dick Jaws sold them to someone else, and then Paul was trying to get ’em back and then Paul’s good friend Michael Jackson went and bought them.

So these people who think they own the rights never had anything to do with the promotion of them or the writing of them or the recording of them, but obtained them because of all this devious stuff that happened in the past. (Here Harrison makes what is sometimes termed "a familiar gesture.") That’s what happened, so they think they own all our songs. EMI and Capitol thinks they own all our songs on record and, according to contracts, maybe they do. But they have a contract to put out our records and promote our records–they don’t have a contract saying "We can sell you to sausage manufacturers." And if we don’t do anything about it, every Beatles song in the world is going to be a TV commercial.
  • A lot of people, I think, are offended by that.
They are! Even Time magazine said it took some schmuck five minutes to turn him into a jingle writer.Through the years, it seems, all this stuff has seeped into society and they tend to look upon it as public domain. It’s the same with that Beatlemania stuff—we had to try and stop people from doing these things in order to establish, "Look, we’re here, we’re humans, we exist, and there’s laws of names and likeness." They’re doing it all over the place: I see adverts in England now, it’s for a bank—Westminster Bank—and they’ve got a big photograph of James Dean. Even David Putnam, the English film producer—he heads up Columbia Films now, in the States—even he said to his secretary, "Hey, find out who the James Dean lookalike is." It’s, like, take a picture of James Dean because he’s dead and he can’t answer, but there’s James Dean’s family, his estate—they should own the rights to how he looks. Same with Marilyn Monroe, or whoever, it doesn’t matter that they’re dead. But they’re doing it to us and we’re not even dead yet. It’s like the Beatles were the most ripped-off people of all time, and, as for the record company, they should be ashamed of themselves–it’s one thing to treat some artist who’s here today and gone tomorrow with your crummy little royalty rate and treat ’em like trash, but a band like us who survived twenty-some odd years, sold a billion records for them at the lowest royalty rate you’ve ever heard of, and then still steal from you!? I’d be ashamed, I couldn’t do it. And to have to argue and fight with them and say, give us a break, man, you’re lucky to have anything. But if this thing with Capitol comes to court they’ll be lucky to end up owning the masters. There’s a good chance we’ll get back all our masters and everything. And The Beatles have never been greedy; we’ve never received huge royalties like some people now. You know, you get over a dollar fifty, at least, for an album. We get one old penny. One old English penny per album.
  • Right now?
Right now. And even with that, there’s hundreds of thousands of albums mysteriously missing that they gave to pension funds run by the Mafia. It’s very dirty. So that’s what it’s all about, that suit against Capitol. It’s like, give us a break, we’re humans too. We created all this stuff and they were very fortunate to be a part of it inasmuch as distributing our records and making a profit on it.
  • It’s hard to imagine a band giving more to music than The Beatles did.
I know. It’s disgusting, it’s immoral—and if that’s how they treat people they’re supposed to be in business with, that must be how they treat everybody. It’s immoral, that’s all there is to it, and ultimately they’ll all get it. I don’t mean from us, now, but somewhere down the line, in this life or the next life.


  • Do you believe in reincarnation?
Absolutely. And half of those people are going to reincarnate getting one cent out of every CD they sell and sell more records than everybody and not receive any of the money. Be treated like lice.If you put this in the interview, you can say I’m smiling about it, I’m not letting it depress me. But all this stuff that you read in the papers about Nike and Capitol, that’s what’s been going on for years. They’ve all taken advantage of it because after the Beatles split up everybody was sort of not talking to each other, so they all came in, grabbing and plundering as much as they could. But now this is going to be pursued to the end, and even if we all die in the process, our children and our children’s children will be after Bhaskar Menon (Chairman and CEO of EMI Music Worldwide) and Capitol until he realizes he’s just being a dong.
  • Do you think you’ll win?
There’s no way we can lose. Because if you just put all the cards on the table and see what we’ve got and what they’ve got, I think a blind man on a galloping horse would say that Capitol isn’t being fair. It’s just the balance: the law of nature demands that all things be equal, and this isn’t equal.
  • Did you ever see that show in London: John, Paul, George, Ringo & Bert?
I saw it up until the intermission and then—I saw it with my friend Derek Taylor, who’s a writer who used to work for Warner Bros. and Apple—I said to him we either have to leave now or I’m gonna jump on that stage and throttle those people. It was awful stuff. All these idiots acting out people—it’s like I say in "The Devil’s Radio," talking about what they don’t know. It’s like a rumor. It’s like those Beatles cartoons, and it was so inaccurate it was nauseating, having been one.
  • How about the screenplay Joe Orton worked up for The Beatles? Was there anything to that?
There wasn’t anything to it. Somebody said—maybe because we had a homosexual manager—he’s a good playwright, and phoned him up to see if he could get a screenplay, and that was probably the extent of it. Now, years down the line, there’s Prick Up Your Ears, or prick up whatever they really mean.
  • Is there anything else that annoys you about your post-Beatles career?
A lot of the things to do with The Beatles is as if it was a previous life. It’s as if it happened in this dream. I don’t go around thinking I’m a Beatle or feeling like anything; I tend to live now, here, this day.
  • You seem very comfortable with having been a Beatle.
Well, I’ve had a lot of years. It was terrible around ’69, and in that period: everybody’d seen the movie Let It Be and it was really tense and nasty. And the years that followed that were hard because we were all sort of shell-shocked from the ’60s. But as things have settled down I’ve come to terms with it and it’s sunk into the past. We’ve gotten older and new generations have come along—y’know, I spent years avoiding interviews and going on TV to get to a point where I could go out, walk down the street and go in a shop and just do regular little things that ordinary people do. Everything’s cool and it’s quite enjoyable. And now, if somebody comes up and says, "Alright, George," and they just congratulate you and thank you for all the music you did in the past and what you’ve been doing–that’s nice. It’s the concentrated mania that would make anybody go crazy. It had its low point around the end of the ’60s and it did have a hangover period into the ’70s, but I’m cool now.
  • That the Beatles went out with such class without going crazy, doing stuff like "You Know My Name..."
Yeah! We always had a sense of humor. When we were left alone, the four Beatles, we had fun and we had a good sense of humor. We took the ups and the downs together and, I think because we had each other, we helped each other from going crazy or having nervous breakdowns. Unlike poor old Elvis, who, although he had 59 friends with him, was not the same. He was the only one who experienced what it was like being Elvis, whereas four of us experienced what it was like being fab.
  • Is it true that you guys visited Elvis at Graceland?
Not Graceland, no. We visited him when he had a house in Bel Air in about 1965; we went over to his house and spent the evening with him.
  • Did you jam?
No. When we arrived at his house, he was sitting on a couch, watching TV, playing a Fender bass. And it was set up pretty good, ’cause it would be a difficult thing—the Beatles meeting Elvis—but it was set up nicely. He had a few of his mates around, and we had our roadies and our manager, and Colonel Tom was there, and the drinks and the pool table... it was just like wandering around, saying "Hello, how are you doing?," having a drink. He was really nice and he was charming, and it was a big thrill for us, meeting him—especially because... well, we looked forward to it, but it was probably up on Mullholland Drive, which goes around and around and around, and we were in the dark, in the back of this limo. We used to smoke these herbal cigarettes in those days, and we had a couple of those and we had the giggles, going into hysterics, and then we totally forgot where we were going or what we were doing. And suddenly, we pulled up at this big gate and we said, "What is it? Where are we? What’s going on?" And then somebody said, "It’s Elvis!" "We’ve come to see Elvis!" Somebody opened the door and we all fell out of this limo, just like the Rutles, all giggling, and we ran in the house and there was Elvis sitting there playing this bass.
  • There’ve been rumors that you guys jammed together—I guess it was just a rumor.
I think so. But I can’t tell you. I’ve had a lot of brain fades since that period; I dunno, maybe Paul or Ringo would remember. But it was a good night, and certainly a great thrill and an honor to meet him. I met him later at Madison Square Garden—it must have been in 1972, something like that. And at that time, I had my uniform; the worn-out denim jacket and jeans—looked like a rag-man—and I had a big beard and moustache, and long hair down to my waist. They took me back in the intermission to meet Elvis again and he was in the back of the dressing room—the big rooms with the showers for the footballers and stuff—and I was in the front part just talking to some of the guys. And I’m sitting there, thinking "Well, where’s Elvis, then?" And finally he came out of the back and he was... immaculate. I felt like this real grubby little slug and he looked like Lord Siva or something. He seemed to be about eight feet tall and his hair was black and his tan was perfect and he had this big white suit, a gold belt about four feet wide and he was towering above me and I just put a hand out (cowers) and said "Hello, Elvis, how are you?"—just cowering like this little rag-man. I wanted to say to him, "Why don’t you just come out in your jeans and your black shirt—get rid of all them horrible women singers in your band, all them horrible trumpet players and just have James Burton and the drummer and the bass player and the piano player? Just come out and do ‘That’s All Right, Mama.’" But instead he came out and did (sings) "I did it myyy wayyyy." Oh, Jesus. But we all loved Elvis and it was sad to see what happened to him. We still love him and he’s still there in his spirit and in his music and best of luck to him, that’s what I say.
  • What do you think happens to people after they die?
Well, what do you think happens to people when they go home and they take their suit off? That’s what I think—your body falls off, but you’ve still got two others bodies, fortunately. This is how I see it; this thing they call the soul. In the Bible, I think Jesus said there are three cages for the Bird of Paradise. And the Bird of Paradise is this soul, this perfect thing that has its own identity, and then the three cages are these three bodies. One body is called the causal body, the next body is called the astral body and the third is called the gross physical body. So death is only relative to birth—if you don’t wanna die, you don’t get born. But as long as you’re born, you’ve got to die, because just as sure as nighttime is gonna follow daytime, death is gonna follow birth. Like bob Dylan said, "Look out kid, it’s something you did. God knows when, but you’re doing it again." So what happens is your body falls off. Gets tired or for whatever reason, and you’re now in your astral body, which is much more subtle and is made of light. Then, just like on your radio, where you can change the frequency without turning the dial, there’s a whole ’nother thing happening there. And that’s what it’s like: all these different levels are all right here, but they’re all vibrating on different frequencies. So death is just where your suit falls off and now you’re in your other suit. But you can’t see it on this level, so it’s all right. Don’t worry.
  • Did you start writing "All Those Years Ago" before John was killed?
Yeah, I did.
  • The lyric—where you jump from Lennon being "weird" to God and the reason we exist—always puzzled me.
It is a strange choice of words. The way I saw it was, I’m talking all about God and he’s the only reason we exist–now that’s something I believe to be true.
  • Were you saying you were weirder than John?
No, no, no. What I was saying is there’s all these weird people who don’t actually believe in God and who go around murdering everybody, and yet, in the broad sweep, it’s like they were the ones pointing fingers at Lennon, saying he’s a weirdo. Sometimes my lyrics get a bit abstract in place—I get so many thoughts coming from different angles, I’m not sure if they come across right. But I think that’s what I was trying to say.
  • You also told me you played bass on "Old Brown Shoe."
It’s like a lunatic playing.
  • It sounds like McCartney was going nuts again.
That was me going nuts. I’m doing exactly what I do on the guitar.

  • Did you play bass on "For You Blue," too?
I don’t even remember that song. No, wait a minute—"For You Blue" was Paul, Paul was on that. Unless you’re talking about the live version which nobody’s heard, but that’s Willie Weeks.
  • Are you going to tour?
Oh, I hope not (laughs). No, I wouldn’t mind doing a few shows here and there, but people keep asking me this, and the only way I can see it is to even to do one concert is so much work: to get a band, rehearse them, not just the band, the lighting and the sound... these days, you can’t just go out like the Beatles did, where we had a little amp each and a microphone. You have to get such an entourage together and work so much that it’s hardly worth doing all that to just do one or two shows. And then it means you’re gonna tour for six months, and I don’t know if I can last six months on the road.


  • Are you a good friend of Dylan’s? Do you guys hang out?
I don’t know how good a friend I am; he’s my good friend, but I don’t know how good I am to him. But I love him, I really do, and I think he’s funny...
  • You’re funny, too—and that’s funny, ’cause for all those years you were thought of as being so serious. . .
‘Cause I did them religious songs three or four times.
  • It seems like it would be hard to be Bob Dylan or Elvis—being just one guy.
I heard a funny story from somebody who once toured with Bob. He said, "Well, it took four of them, it only took one of me." But that’s true, too—just imagine four Bob Dylans? That’d be tough? I’m sure we’ve all enjoyed and influenced each other. I don’t want to embarrass him because I’d like to meet him again someday, but he’s special. And there’s not a lot of people I’d say that about.
  • How’d you get along with Sean and Madonna during Shanghai Surprise?
Oh, yeah, they’re great, they were really helpful on that movie (laughs).


No, I like Sean, if you’re seriously asking me about Sean. I know he’s a naughty boy and I know he didn’t try as hard as he could’ve to make that film better. I think that when he’s in a good mood you see his performances are really good: there’s a lot of scenes in it where he’s excellent. And a lot of scenes where you can see he’s pissed off. He may have had a lot of reasons to be pissed off, but we all do—we have to perform, that’s what professionalism is. So it was disappointing because—I think she was trying to be a little bit nice, but she doesn’t have a sense of humor, which is unfortunate. "Cause it was a comedy. And, Sean, I spent a lot of time with him and I really liked him a lot–I had some really good laughs with him. When he’s up, he’s a sweetheart, he’s a good actor and he’s a very nice person. When he gets out of the pen, I just wish him well and I hope he’ll be able to keep cool.

  • It always seemed ironic that you had to go do that press conference for them—hell, nobody had their picture taken more than The Beatles.
The thing is, you see, people get famous for a bit and this is why the Beatles were good. We had the four of us—if one of us would start getting snooty or big’eaded we’d just broadside him. We weren’t having any of that and we always kept our sense of humor, and if one of us was a bit depressed, there’d always be someone there to jolly them and bring them out a bit. Then you get these other people who get famous and they suddenly start thinking they’re God’s gift to mankind, when really all they are is silly pop stars. There’s much more to life than just being a famous pop star. Unfortunately, a lot of them fall into the trap. They get surrounded by people saying how great they are, all these sycophants who surround them. And unfortunately, she has got all that going and she’s fallen for it. But I think she has the ability to be a really nice person—you have to see it from the other side, which I can see too, which is that the pressure you’re under when you are fab is tremendous. It sometimes does get you crazy when you can’t write and can’t do this when everybody’s bugging you and shooting cameras in your face. So I sympathize from that point of view, too. But what she needs is just 500 milligrams of LSD (laughs).
  • Don’t you ever feel guilty about being the one who turned the Beatles on to LSD?
It wasn’t really me. Let me tell you what happened: I had a dentist who invited me and John and our ex-wives to dinner, and he had this acid he’d got off the guy who ran Playboy in London. And the Playboy guy had gotten it off, you know, the people who had it in America. What’s his name, Tim Leary. And this guy had never had it himself, didn’t know anything about it, but he thought it was an aphrodisiac and he had this girlfriend with huge breasts. He invited us down there with our blonde wives and I think he thought he was gonna have a scene. And he put it in our coffee without telling us—he didn’t take any himself. We didn’t know we had it, and we’d made an arrangement earlier—after we had dinner we were gonna go to this nightclub to see some friends of ours who were playing in a band. And I was saying, "OK, let’s go, we’ve got to go," and this guy kept saying, "No, don’t go, finish your coffee. Then, 20 minutes later or something, I’m saying, "C’mon John, we’d better go now. We’re gonna miss the show." And he says we shouldn’t go ’cause we’ve had LSD. I’d heard about LSD, but it was before all the panic, everybody saying heaven and hell and all this stuff. So, fortunately, I didn’t care. And I could sense there was something weird going on. Then he said, "Well, OK then, we’ll come with you—I’ll drive you there, leave your car here." And I said, "No, no wait a minute. I’m taking my car." We went and he followed.

So we got to this place and we just sat down and I think ordered a drink and then suddenly something happened. I just got this overwhelming feeling, I couldn’t put my finger on why it was happening, but it was just like I was so in love with everything. I just felt so great I wanted to hug everybody and tell ’em how much I loved them. And then suddenly the room started moving a bit and stuff like that, and the next thing I remember it was like World War III was happening. Bombs were dropping, all kinds of things, and I finally gathered my senses together and realized the club had closed. They’d put all the lights on and the waiters were going around putting all the chairs on top of the tables and sweeping the floors. We somehow got out of there and walked to this next club—the Ad Lib Club—it just went on forever. So John and I had it together. We’d heard of it, but we never knew what it was about and it was put in our coffee maliciously. So it really wasn’t us turning each other or the world or anything—we were the victims of silly people.
  • How many times did you take LSD?
Well, after that time, John and I started thinking, "Hey, how the heck are we gonna tell the others?" ’Cause, you know, there’s no way back after that. It’s like you can never return to being who you were before, thankfully. I think if you come out of it in one piece, then—well, it’s individual reactions—but what I gained was certainly worth the hardship it put me through. It scrambled my brain for a year—it seems like years, but you know how it stretches time. It was actually a few months of trying to piece it back together: what do I do now, what do we do now, who am I, what is all this?

Then we thought—since there’s no way you can describe it–how are we ever gonna tell Paul and Ringo and the rest of our direct entourage? We’ve got to get some more and give it to’em. So we got some more in New York, when we were on tour, and we got to Los Angeles, and we said, "OK lads (laughs), you’re gonna have to have this thing." And one of them had to stay straight. Mal stayed straight and Neil and Ringo had it with us, but Paul didn’t wanna know. And then there was Jim McGuinn and David Crosby—that was our second time. There was also this guy, what’s him name?—Peter Fonda—who suddenly showed up. I don’t think he was on it, but he should’ve been. Anyway, the third time I did it with a guy in England, and I thought "Ooh, I can’t do this anymore, this is too much." I had a slight fear of it, as well. Then I was into India and meditating and all that, and after that I realized so many things, and one of the things I’d heard about was fear. They said, "Look fear in the face and it won’t bother you anymore." So I thought, well, I really do have a bit of a fear left over from this acid stuff, and I can’t go through the rest of my life fearing it, so I’d better take it again (laughs). So I just took it and in that period of time—1967—we just seemed to be taking it all year, down at John’s house, ’round at Ringo’s house, and I got to the point were I could drive this Ferrari around Hyde Park in peak hour traffic on acid and it wasn’t working anymore. All it did was give me a pain in the neck. I looked at some under a microscope and it looked like all this old rope. I thought, well, I’m not putting that in my brain anymore, and I just packed it in. The good stuff—the carpet flying up in the room and the chairs getting bigger and smaller, all that Roman Polanski movie stuff–stopped happening after I started to understand more about relativity and time and space. The fun had gone out of it, so I stopped doing it. I can’t imagine, if I hadn’t had it, how many years of normal life it would have taken to get me to the realizations: I might’ve never got them in this life. It just opened the door and I experienced really good things. I mean, I never doubted God after that. Before, I was a cynic. I didn’t even say the word God; I thought "bullshit to all that stuff." But after that, I knew. It was not even a question of "Is there possibly a God?"—I knew absolutely. It’s just that big light that goes off in your head.



It's been rumored for some time now tht J. is alive and well and living in a cabin somewhere in the Sierra Nevada mountains–and now we can confirm this–Boy Howdy! just got word from him... John Kordosh says that he's still a big fan of The Beatles and this year, he's been listening to Iceland's Sigur Ros and Grandaddy, from Modesto, California. You should, too!

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lunes, 14 de julio de 2008

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Cantero Triangular (no digo que...)

Pasaron ya algunos días desde la última vez que deserté en éste lugar. Curiosamente las energías se mantuvieron estáticas y creo que eso me hace culpable.
No digo que le hago el mal a alguién más, pero si me supongo y me adivino aún sin certezas: No esperaba un escalón tan pronto y menos con este "calambre" de tanto caminar.
La basura social está acumulada como la había encontrado y en aquella última visita (éste espacio me abraza a cada deserción!), no había notado la inscripción "F.K" de color plateado en su estructura de ladrillos y material intercalándose.
De eso también me declaro hoy culpable. No digo que pudiese haber evitado semejante ceguera porque estaba bloqueado en mi grito desesperado, pero sí que fui un observador distraído y/o impulsivo de ese espacio físico.
Considerando la aerografía de esas dos siglas se me viene a la cabeza un centenar de símbolos para tal hallazgo.
¿A qué quiero llegar con toda ésta distorsión mental? Ya casi me acuerdo de como era sonreír!!! (no digo que me haya olvidado del todo en algún momento pero sí que no encontraba el momento ni la fuerza para hacerlo... aún teniendo entre mis motivos a toda esa gente que me brilla al lado y música salvándome... como guiándome al respirar)
"F.K" puede significar muchísimas cosas para mí, hoy y en este lugar.
"F.K" puede ser lo primero que me vino a la mente... "Fernanda Kroupa", "Frankie Crisp... Friar Park", "Fender & Kaufmann", "Farenheit/Kelvin", "Feed the Knowledge", "Friends of Krishna", "Flight To Kuwait", "Fighting Kangoorous", "Far Knocking", "Feel the Kissing", "Finland's Kindergarden", "French Kitchen", "Fisher's Killer", "Freedom's King", "Forget the Key", "Follow the Kids", "Fuerza del Karma", "Francisco era Kiko", "Fotos de Keith"...
Quizás y lo más probable es que ninguna de esas frases representen lo que se le ocurrió a quien descargo el aerosol en la pared. Me invadió el espacio con disparadores de ideas y yo pude verlo y entenderlo así, como yo quiero y con eso me quedo. Y lo tomo de esa forma entendiendo que me curo... que de a poco disminuye el temblor del cuerpo cuando intento entender la inmensidad en la que estoy parado. La inmensidad de una simple forma de sentirse rodeado de incertidumbre. Fuera de éste espacio y en ésta existencia...
¿Y qué hay tras todo esto? Yo me pierdo de acá a diez kilómetros y todavía nadie sabe de otras comunidades en otros planetas!!!
¿Patearán también en otras regiones espaciales frutos que caen de seres vivos estáticos como deporte matutino al finalizar el fin de semana?
¿Tendrán la capacidad o la necesidad y si esto se cumple, entonces la posibilidad de sus propios canteros triangulares o entenderán los conceptos sentimentales de agonía, liberación, frustación y vacío?
Concebir esas ideas me hizo sentir desesperado mucho tiempo... Y es que nos queda tanto por saber! ¿Cómo se hace para seguir construyendo bajo tal incertidumbre?
¿De dónde viene el dolor? ¿Qué facultad enérgica condiciona nuestra alegría o estado de ánimo?
¿Qué es lo que nos lleva a actuar de una forma u otra?
Y aún más inquietante se me hace pensar...
¿Cómo controlarlo?
Y no quiero decir la palabra "Dios" cada vez que no encuentro una forma racional de explicar lo que no sé... Quiero dejar a Dios un poco tranquilo que bastante tiene ya cuando agarro la guitarra y no me sale una putísima secuencia de notas y me la agarro con él y todas sus creaciones.
¿Para qué inventaron los signos de interrogación? ¿Quién cuestiona y en definitiva quién es el cuestionado?
¿Desde cuando se aplica la democracia social si es que alguna vez existió y qué es lo que llevo al hombre al cuestionamiento, uso y abuso de modos de vida sujetos a intereses personales y subjetivos?
¿Vendrá alguien a intentar salvarnos de vuelta?
Yo sigo tranquilo porque a mi con The Beatles, Aznar, Donovan, Dylan y el flaco Spinetta, sumado a todos los que a partir de ellos se formaron, mis guitarras y la gente que aprecio, ya me sobra.
¿Pero la gente fría? (O no necesariamente fría!)
Particularmente a mí todos los que ignoran la música o les dá lo mismo si suena o no me hacen pensar en paísajes tristes y poco enérgicos... Logran figurarme una escena de habitación vacía cargada de sentimientos atrapados o lo que es peor... la ausencia total de sentimientos!
¿Y a esos qué Dios los salva?
¿Cuándo va a terminarse todo eso que aún no se descubrió?
¿Qué pensarán de todo ésto mañana o en otra existencia cuando no quedé ni un gramo de mi materia en la tierra? Yo quiero eternizar mi alma! Y que me disculpen los disipadores del Karma pero no quiero alejarme de éstas cosas tan temprano! Justo ahora ya me acostumbré a ésta ciclotimia y una vez entendido empezaré a solucionarlo! A que me subo a un escalón más!
¿Qué van a pensar de éste loco
en éste cantero y su nuevo adorno
que dejaron - sin verguenza ni permiso -
para recordarme que sabía como sonreír?
Gracias F.K!!!