viernes, noviembre 28, 2008

Misjudged your limits (Or is that untrue?)

Reconozco que con el champagne me ocurre que soy muy pija. No me gusta cualquiera, tiene que ser bueno, muy bueno. De modo que anoche cuando me ofrecieron Moët&Chandon (probablemente el que más me gusta) no solo no me resistí a sus encantos sino que además me dejé llevar copa tras copa. Yo, más que a los colonos o a quien sea, a lo que doy gracias es a que sea fiesta y así pueda pasarme la resaca leyendo tranquilamente cosas como:
“Bowie’s records during this period demonstrate the behaviour of a hyperactive and ecstatic artist. But perhaps Bowie’s greatest influence was cocaine”
“The Ramones -four skinny guys from Queens who adopted the same last name- played songs that were shorts, loud, and boorish, built on power chords, grunted choruses, and little else”
“And for the first time in Iggy's career his surname didn't fell like a punch line. ‘I stay under glass’ he crooner, gazing out at a glamorous life that was closer in view but still out of reach, which could be why that la la la chorus felt less like an expression of celebration than tired resignation”
“Marquee Moon is one of the rare things in life where too much turns out to be just enough”
“Got to Give It Up is a monster groove, with Gaye vamping in his feathery falsetto and an actual party going on –loudly- in the background”
“The equivocations of Damage Goods are strictly rhetorical, and it comes to a cynical conclusion: ‘sometimes I’m thinking that I love you’, begins the cold assessment, ‘but I know it’s only lust’. It offers a frightening depiction of free (but not fair) trade, the cost paid for an inability to connect on an emotional level”
“Boys don’t cry is also about a guy who’s done something so horrible to his girlfriend that he’s given up all hope of making it right, which leaves that happy melody sounding awfully sardonic. Worse still, the verses consist of all the grand gestures he'd make to get her back if he were not so busy acting tough. Like all the best simple songs, this one has almost as many layers as it does hooks”
“That’s how Patti Smith, the missing link between Jim Morrison and poetry slams, could seize the role of ‘punk poet laureate’”
“Alan Vega’s vocals sounded like Lou Reed doing Elvis Presley, but even considered as gothic kitsch, they’re both sincere and haunting”
Todo ello del primer capítulo que comprende de 1977 a 1979 del libro the Pitchfork500, our guide to the greatest songs from punk to the present. Como cualquier otro libro que lista canciones cronológicamente y contextualizándolas un poco, un buen modo de pasar el rato.




Que sea verdad lo que dices, siempre nos quedarán las canciones aunque sea echándote mucho de menos y queriéndote un poco más si cabe. Que sepas que estoy por aquí, siempre cerca, así que nos vemos pronto, en cualquier canción…