lunes, marzo 29, 2010

Imperdibles primaverales

Me he emocionado tanto al ver esto que le ha dado a enviar en lugar de guardar para terminar el post. De todos modos esto es sólo para ver.

No hay que perderse el texto que acompaña el vídeo

Sometimes we tell ourselves that no, the band is too famous, too important, that their label would never let them do a Take Away Show. We have a fantasy list: Radiohead, Tom Waits, Chuck Berry, Cat Power. Wilco. They announced their date at Olympia in Montreal just after I had touched down in the city. Wilco, the band whose tours never stop in Paris. I bought a ticket right away; a good idea, as the concert sold out in weeks. And then I asked around. What if we tried to film them? The answer was unanimous and enthusiastic. I sent out an email, without really believing it would come to anything. The next morning, their publicist called.

Working with [Derrick->, we knew that we would have less than an hour, but we didn’t know if all of the members of the group would play; we were told that it would depend on where we filmed. They wouldn’t have the time to wander through the streets; it rained that day anyway. But they were prepared for us, had placed all their instruments and some amps in the back of the hall, set up some red lamps to create some ambiance. And above all, we got the entire six. I can’t help but feel a little silly in moments like that, camera zoom in hand and a smile from ear to ear. But I can’t help myself, when there is magic happening I feel like a kid. Tweedy’s voice without amplification, Cline’s attitude — who has to be one of the most elegant guitarists on the planet —, Kotche, visibly moved...

It’s decided, tomorrow I’m calling Thom Yorke – you never know.

Wilco - Country Disappeared - A Take Away Show from La Blogotheque on Vimeo.

Wake up we're here
It's so much worse than we feared
There's nothing left here
The country has disappeared
If the winter trees bleeding, leave red blood
The summer sweet dreaming, april blush
But none of that is ever gonna mean as much to me again.

Hold out your hand,
there's so much you don't understand
So stick as close as you can,
all of the best laid plans
You've got the white clouds hanging so high above you
You've got the helicopters dangling angling to shoot,
the shots to feed the hungry weekend news crew anchorman.

So every evening we can watch from above,
crushed cities like a bug
Fold ourselves into each others guts,
and turn our faces up to the sun.

I won't take no
I won't let you go
All by yourself
Oh no you need my help
When the cold night shakes you like a chandelier
The snowflakes break through the atmosphere,
and melt on the blue breath of the auctioneers and disappear.

Every evening we can watch from above,
crushed cities like a bug
Fold ourselves into each others blood,
and turn our faces up to the sun.

2 comentarios:

LAPOR dijo...

realmente qué bien tocan. Y los de la Blogotheque son unos jefes, se está haciendo con un material precioso de bandas (hay vídeos buenísimos: de Arcade Fire, Divine Comedy, etc.)así que por qué no Tom Jorke? chao! saludosss

Viola Tricolor dijo...

Hola Lapor, el de divine comedy no me suena haberlo visto !! lo buscaré.
A ver cuando tengo un momento para pasarme por tu blog, gracias por pasarte por aquí.
Un beso!