Munich

Munich
I'm so glad I've found this
I'm so glad I did
I'm so glad I've found this
I'm so glad I did
People are fragile things, you should know by now
Be careful what you put them through
People are fragile things, you should know by now
You'll speak when you're spoken toIt breaks when you don't force it
It breaks when you don't try
It breaks if you don't force it
It breaks if you don't try
People are fragile things, you should know by now
Be careful what you put them through
People are fragile things, you should know by now
You'll speak when you're spoken to
With one hand you calm meWith one hand I'm still
With one hand you calm meWith one hand I'm still
People are fragile things, you should know by now
Be careful what you put them through
People are fragile things, you should know by now
You'll speak when you're spoken to
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh
You'll speak when you're spoken to
You'll speak when you're spoken to
He'll speak when he's spoken to
She'll speak when she's spoken to

Di Ritorno

Di ritorno da Venezia Mercoledi,
solo oggi trovo qualche minuto per scrivere qualcosa..
Vacanza acquosa, vaporosa, fredda, introspettiva, stimolante, rapida..
I primi aggettivi che mi balzano alla mente sono questi.
Voglia di respirare,
voglia di evadere e costruire,
intraprendere un lavoro artistico nuovo,
non sapere precisamente come,
con tema " L' oggetto del desiderio" per una mostra
che si terrà alla Loggia di piazza Banchi qui a Genova.
Foto? Dipinto? Video? Installazione?
Tante idee,
vane che si arrovellano,
che crescono e divengono talvolta barriere..


Interpol, Obstacle 1

i wish i could eat the salt off of your lost faded lips
we can cap the old times make playing only logical harm
we cap the old lines make playing that nothing else will change
well she can read, she can read, she can read, she can read, she's bad
she can read, she can read, she can read, she bad, oh she's bad
but it's different now that i'm poor and im aging
i'll never see this place again
you'll go stabing yourself in the neck
and we can find new ways of living make playing only logical harm
and we can top the old times clay making that nothing else will change
but she can read, she can read, she can read, she can read, she's bad
she can read, she can read, she can read, shes bad, oh shes bad
but it's different now that i'm poor and i'm aging
i'll never seen this place again
youll go stabing yourself in the neck
but it's different now that i'm poor and im aging
i'll never seen this place again
you'll go stabing yourself in the neck
it's in the way that she pose
sits in the things that she puts in my heart
her stories are boring and stuff
she's always calling my bluff
she puts the, she puts the weights in to my little heart
and she gets in my room
and she takes apart
she puts the weights into my little heart
i said she puts the weights into my little heart
she packs it away, she packs it away, she packs it away, she packs it away,
she packs it away, she packs it away, she packs it away
it's in the way that she walks, everythings different now
she puts the weights in my heart
she puts the, she puts the weights into my little heart

..Roba del genere..
Mi viene in mente questa canzone a pensare all' oggetto del desiderio..

Playlist 29/09

Saint Germain- Rose Rouge
Nicola Conte- Jet Sounds
Talvin Singh- Mustard Fields
Thievery Corporation- Indra
Massive Attack- I am Home
Dj Shadow- Six Days
Air- Electronic Performers
Tarwater- At Low Frequencies
Dntel- Why I' m So Unhappy
Mirwais- Disco Science
Bloc Party- Banquet
Blonde Redhead- In Particular
Editors- Blood
Interpol- Not Even Jail
The Rakes- Work Work Work
Fischerspooner- Energe
Kraftwerk- Tour de France pt.2
Ladytron- Flicking Our Switch
Freezepop- I' m Not Your Gameboy
Madonna- Die Another Day ( Deepsky Remix)
Felix Da Housecat- Silverscreen
Whitey- Non stop
Royksopp- Only This Moment
The Postal Service- Such Great Heights
Soulwax- Please Don' t Be Yourself
The Knife- Girls Night Out
Death in Vegas- Hands Around My Throat
Kaiser Chiefs- Everyday I Love You Less And Less
The Ordinary Boys- Boys Will Be Boys
The Strokes- Modern Age
The White Stripes- Blue Orchid
Yeah Yeah Yeahs- Date With The Night
Ikara Colt- Rudd
Le Tigre- Deceptacon
Franz Ferdinand- This Fire
The Jon Spencer Blues Explosion- Wail
The Hives- Hate To Say I Told You So
The ( International) Noise Conspiracy- The Reproduction Of Death
Mando Diao- Motown Blood
Tsar- The Band, The Girl, The Money
Black Rebel Motorcycle Club- Whatever Happened To My Rock' N' Roll
Weezer- Buddy Holly
My Bloody Valentine- Sometimes
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Mi ci è voluto un pò per ricostruire la play di giovedì,
causa casini esterni
e grazie a Newman che mi ha sostituito per una mezzoretta nel cuore della serata,
facendomi rifiatare ma non scrivendo i pezzi messi.
Comunque serata dal bilancio così così con un divertente finale
abbastanza rock' n' roll con un bel po' di gente danzante e delirante..
Chiusura emozionale..


-Sometimes-

Close my eye(s)
Feel the high
I don't know
But you could not love me now
You alone
And I feel down to the ground
Over there
And I want to __ __ ___
You can hide
Oh, but where to?
Turn my head
Into sound
I don't know
But I lay down on the ground
You will find
The __ __ __ __ _ __
Never care
When you're __ __
to __ __ __
You will see__
down
On your way to
You will (wait)
See me go
I don't care
When you're heading for __ _ __
You will break
When I turn my eyes (around)
Over there
When I hold you next to me
Overhead
To____ __ __ __
see you


Domattina ore 7:20 partenza per Venezia..

Preparazione

Stasera tocca me..
Dj set al Banano Tzunami, porto antico, Genova.
E le idee sono tante,
ma come solitamente accade,
difficoltà di mediazione e di compromesso tra i brani che metterei io
e quelli che vorrebbero ascoltare le persone presenti..
Che dire.. Nuovi trend, nuove richieste,
nuovi ascolti, nuove atmosfere..
Gente che vorrà Revival wave, gente che vorra electro, gente che vorrà house..
Gente che magari viaggia sulle mie stesse linee e se ne starà a casa
sapendo che non sarà possibile ascoltare quello che vorrebbe..
E magari gente che verrà e gradirà..
Domani la playlist..
E oggi?
Nuovamente giornata grigetta e voglia di casa,
stereo che spari per esempio i dEUS, fumare un pò e poc' altro..
Con macchina fotografica assente e non disponibile,
e desiderio pittorico che non riesce a trovare applicazione pratica..
A dopo..
Con omaggio di oggi ai dEUS.


Suds & Soda

friday
your head come on is dead and gone
it might as well be said so long
it's suds and soda a brain decoderand can i wait for my decoder
get off get up you son of pop
the light below is bright on top
it's suds and soda a smile decoderand can i get yeah what i ordered?
and there's always something in the air
sometimes,suds & soda mix OK with beercan i
can i break your sentimentoh,
you're just reminding me
can't see no person there
just wanna shout what the fuck...
jimmy ean is halloween
like kerosene for dee dee scene
it's suds and soda a brain decoderand can i skip this thing i ordered
get off get up you son of pop
the light below is bright on top
it's suds and soda a vibe decoderand can i get yeah what i ordered?
and there's always something in the airsometimes,
suds & soda mix OK with beercan i
can i break your sentimentoh,
you're just reminding me
can't see no person there
just wanna shout what the fuck...and there's always something in the air
your face come on is dead and gone
you might as well be said so long
it's suds and soda a brain decoder
and can i wait for my devoter
get off get up you son of pop
the light below is bright on top
it's suds and soda a smile decoderand can i skip yeah what i ordered?
and can i break your sentiment
so can i break your sentiment
friday, friday

buonanotte

Ultime battute della giornata postando la prima foto..
A vuoto..
Disteso a breve nella comodità svedese di un letto componibile da una piazza e mezza..
Cullato dalla musica dei Tarwater..
Già mi ci vedo..
Compiaciuto di uno dei più intimi e bei momenti
da dedicare a me stesso;
sempre che l' insonnia di cambio stagione non rovini sulle mie stanche membra e renda tutto tremendamente
insopportabile e logorante..

Mannaggia li denti

Ottimo risveglio stamane..
Cerchio alla testa disintegrante e lame taglienti che squarciano le gengive..
E li chiamano denti del giudizio..
E mi fanno impazzire..
Oggi giornata grigetta,
io sobbalzo tra l' ascolto di Lifted di Bright Eyes accompagnato da una sigaretta,
e un caffè pulendo i fornelli di casa da brava massaia che non sono.
Faccio i conti nelle mie tasche e noto che i quattro giorni di biennale a Venezia
non saranno particolarmente agiati.
Accarezzo una creatura stupenda come Zoe, il pitbull del mio coinquilino
e rabbrividisco al pensiero dello studio che mi attende per gli esami di Febbraio.
Fremo per l' attesa della data di Novembre dei Sigur Ròs a teatro a Torino
e sto a crogiolarmi per i mali del mondo che sono certo sarei in grado di curare
se Tutti mi seguissero,
se Tutti ciecamente si fidassero del loro profeta.
Soffro al pensiero di gente che sta male per colpa della lei o del lui di turno,
mi reputo abbastanza fortunato ma non abbastanza paraculato.
Citazione lirica di oggi dedicata a colui che è stato il mio di Profeta,
specialmente nei primi anni di adolescenza,
dopo aver passato l' estate scorsa a riscoprirlo.
A breve la mia playlist " estiva" di dischi che hanno girato nella mia anima
in questo periodo..


Up Jumped The Devil

O My O My
What a wretched life
I was born on the day
That my poor mother died
I was cut from her belly
With a stanley knife
My daddy did a jig
With the drunk midwife
Who's that younder all in flames
Dragging behind him a sack of chains
Who's that younder all in flames
Up jumped the Devil and he staked his claim O poor heart
I was doomed from the start
Doomed to play
The villians part
I was the baddest Johnny
In the apple cart
My blood was blackerThan the of a dead nun's heart
Who's that milling on the courthouse steps
Nailing my face to the hitching fence
Who's that milling on the courthouse steps
Up jumped the Devil and off he crept O no O no
Where could I goWith my hump of trouble
And my sack of woe
To the digs and deserts of Mexico
Where my neck was safe from the lynching rope
Who's that younder laughing at me
Like I was the brunt of some hilarity
Who's that younder laughing at me
Up jumped the Devil 1, 2, 3 Ha-Ha Ha Ha
How lucky we wereWe hit the cathouse
And sampled their wharesWe got as drunk
As a couple of Czars
One night I spat out
My lucky stars
Who's that dancing on the jailhouse roof
Stamping on the ramping with a cloven hoof
Who's that dancing on the jailhouse roof
Up jumped the Devil and said
"Here is your man and I got a proof" O no don't go O no
O slow down Joe
The righteous part
I straight as an arrow
Take a walk
And you'll find it too narrow
Too narrow for the likes of me
Who's that hanging from the gallow tree
His eyes are hollow but he looks like me
Who's that swinging from the gallow tree
Up jumped the Devil and took my soul from me
Down we go Down we go Down we go
The Devil and me Down we go down down down
Hell fire and flames Down we go Down we go
To Eternity Down we go We go down down down
Down we go we go down down down
Down we go the Devil and me to Eternity
We go down down down down down ad inferno

Nick Cave

questa non è una prova

E' il primo post autentico di questo mio primo blog.
Necessità di dire qualcosa,
necessità di esprimere,
qualcosa molto vicino ad un flusso di coscienza,
anche se poi forse non lo è.
Parlare liberamente,
senza senso, se necessario,
perchè come spesso la mia anima e le mie emozioni mi suggeriscono,
il senso compiuto, le giustificazioni e le motivazioni,
i sordidi tentativi di far apparire le cose molto più grandi e giuste di quanto siano,
unicamente a seguito di tesi comprovate che portano unicamente
ad autogratificarsi e ad autocompiacersi,
sono meri stratagemmi per scavalcare fisicità e concettualità
eloquenti al punto di non essere spiegate.
Forse questo blog non sostituirà uno psichiatra,
ma mi auguro che mi permetta di de- frustrarmi,
di scaricare un po' di quelle " little fury things" che tanto bene decantava un
certo tale J. Mascis quando io ero poco più che neonato..


-Little Fury Things-

What is it? Who is it? Where is it?
A rabbit falls away from me, I guess I’ll crawl
A rabbit always smashes me, again I’ll crawl
Tried to think what’s over me, it makes me crawl
Then she runs away from me, faster than I crawl
I stopped to call, tried to feel it all
Stuck my hand and pulled real hard
Got stretch in miles, not in yards
Then I read, about all those who believe all of your lies
Sunlight brings the rage right in your eyes
A rabbit falls away from me, I guess I’ll crawl
A rabbit always smashes me, again I’ll crawl
Tried to think what’s over me, it makes me crawl
Then she runs away from me, faster than I crawl
A rabbit falls away from me, I guess I’ll crawl
A rabbit always smashes me, again I’ll crawl
Tried to think what’s over me, it makes me crawl
Then she runs away from me, faster than I crawl.

primo post..solo prova

ci siamo?

sorry for not italian readers

I' m really sorry for not italian language speakers,
and even though i speak english,
i still prefer to express my feelings and thoughts
by the language that better reflects what i want to tell.
So if you are still interested in knowing what i' ve written,
e- mail me and I' ll try to explain what you will know.
Cheers,
David