26.03.2009., četvrtak

Laudator Tempori Acti* iliti Azzaro, Eau de Toilette

Jutros sam bio u trgovini i kupio par sitnica... Čekajući na blagajni, pogled mi je pao na parfumeriju u blizini, i (onako izdaleka) zapeo na parfemu koji sam mnogo puta imao, te se odlučih napraviti jedan 'Blitz' po trgovini...

[Kratka digresija: postoji teorija po kojoj se ljudi dijele po načinu kupnje, na one koji ne znaju što hoće (kupovine u njihovu društvu se grozim, a ukoliko sam u situaciji da s njima moram nužno u kupovinu, to mogu odraditi samo pod uvjetom da se raziđemo svatko po svom poslu, te da se precizno odredi gdje i kada ćemo se naći, po mogućnosti u nekoj knjižari, gdje mogu u miru Božjemu listati knjige do besvjesti :)) )... Elem, dakle, po toj istoj teoriji, ja spadam u grupu otimača: već u prvom pogledu obuhvatim cijelu trgovinu i točno znam da li me što interesira, a kupujem u vrlo kratkom vremenu, po sistemu: to, to... i to...]

Dakle, 'Blitz'...

I tako vidjeh Azzaro... parfem koji sam prvi puta vidio, pomirisao, spoznao... prije cca. 23 godine, točnije - ljeta gospodnjega 1986. I inače volim parfeme, ali Azzaro za mene predstavlja daleko više od same toaletne potrepštine - on je, na neki način, kvintesencija tog Vremena...

I baš sve se odmah vratilo, kao Proustove male madeleine (pa da, eto... ponovno ih spominjem, baš kao nekakav Leicht-Motiv [no dobro, da... i njega ponovno spominjem... :)) ]); i vrijeme, i mirisi, i, što je najbitnije, onaj osjećaj poznatog, evociranog, koji sam po sebi, dakle i po samom svom bitku - nudi smirenje...

Da se odmah dobro razumijemo: nisam jugonostalgičar, niti sam to ikada bio... možda sam nostalgičan za jednim vremenom koje je nepovratno iščezlo, za vremenom u kojem je 'Svijet još bio mlad', kada se sve činilo dobrim i pozitivnim, a kada sam ja sam bio neizlječivi idealist... Last but not least: kada sam bio mlad i pun planova koje treba realizirati...

Iako mi memorija, u posljednje vrijeme, zadaje podosta problema, još se uvijek savršeno dobro sjećam tog vremena... Interesantno, pojava je slična amneziji, s tom razlikom da se znatno teže sjećam neposredno prošlih događaja, dok se dobro sjećam prošlosti, a pošto auditivno pamtim, iz toga proizlazi da se jako dobro sjećam starije glazbe, tekstova pjesama, pa čak i cijelih albuma...

I s time u svezi: nikada neću zaboraviti album Paula Simona 'Graceland'... još se sjećam tog proljetnog dana, sličnog današnjemu, kada je mom dobrom prijatelju ujak iz Londona donio tu ploču, te smo je mi pobožno stavili na Pioneer i jedva dočekali da otpucketa početak :))

Možda je album malo težak na 'prvo slušanje', i premda Simona i Garfunkela poštujem, (mada ih smatram pomalo, ameri bi rekli - 'corny', a ja bih rekao - 'sladunjavi') taj me je album oduševio zbog njegovih referenci na melodijske i ritmičke strukture Južnoafričke Republike (zbog suradnje s glazbenicima iz JAR-a je Paul Simon imao poprilično problema, zato što je kršio embargo koji je UN uveo radi apartheida, na bilo koji oblik suradnje s Južnoafričkom Republikom), ali i zbog svojevrsnog Hommagea kralju Elvisu...

Stoga:


Paul Simon - You can call me Al

A man walks down the street
He says why am I soft in the middle now
Why am I soft in the middle
The rest of my life is so hard
I need a photo-opportunity
I want a shot at redemption
Don't want to end up a cartoon
In a cartoon graveyard

Bonedigger Bonedigger
Dogs in the moonlight
Far away my well-lit door
Mr. Beerbelly Beerbelly
Get these mutts away from me
You know I don't find this stuff amusing anymore
If you'll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty when you call me
You can call me Al

A man walks down the street
He says why am I short of attention
Got a short little span of attention
And wo my nights are so long
Where's my wife and family
What if I die here
Who'll be my role-model
Now that my role-model is
Gone Gone
He ducked back down the alley
With some roly-poly little bat-faced girl
All along along
There were incidents and accidents
There were hints and allegations

If you'll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty when you call me
You can call me Al
Call me Al

A man walks down the street
It's a street in a strange world
Maybe it's the Third World
Maybe it's his first time around
He doesn't speak the language
He holds no currency
He is a foreign man
He is surrounded by the sound
The sound
Cattle in the marketplace
Scatterlings and orphanages
He looks around, around
He sees angels in the architecture
Spinning in infinity
He says Amen! and Hallelujah!

If you'll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty when you call me
You can call me Al
Call me Al

Ovu sam vam priču ispričao u jednome dahu, baš onako kako i volim pisati, bez premnogog premišljanja oko uporabe ove ili one riječi... I sada, kada je priča ispričana - ja sam zadovoljan i spokojan... i vraćam se u svoj mjehurić, iz kojega sam, tako neoprezno, iskočio...


Paul Simon - The boy in the bubble

It was a slow day,
And the sun was beating
On the soldiers by the side of the road,
There was a bright light,
A shattering of shop windows
The bomb in the baby carriage
Was wired to the radio,
These are the days of miracle and wonder,
This is the long distance call,
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
The way we look to us all,
The way we look to a distant constellation
That's dying in a corner of the sky,
These are the days of miracle and wonder
And don't cry baby don't cry
Don't cry,

It was a dry wind,
And it swept across the desert
And it curled into the circle of birth,
And the dead sand,
Falling on the children
The mothers and the fathers
And the automatic earth,
These are the days of miracle and wonder,
This is the long distance call,
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
The way we look to us all o-yeah,
The way we look to a distant constellation
That's dying in a corner of the sky,
These are the days of miracle and wonder
And don't cry baby don't cry
Don't cry

It's a turn-around jump shot
It's everybody jump start
It's, every generation throws a hero up the pop charts,
Medicine is magical and magical is art think of
The Boy in the Bubble
And the baby with the baboon heart

And I believe
These are the days of lasers in the jungle,
Lasers in the jungle somewhere,
Staccato signals of constant information,
A loose affiliation of millionaires
And billionaires and baby,
These are the days of miracle and wonder,
This is the long distance call,
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
The way we look to us all o-yeah,
The way we look to a distant constellation
That's dying in a corner of the sky,
These are the days of miracle and wonder
And don't cry baby don't cry
Don't cry don't cry


Ciao!!! :))
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(1) In principio erat Verbum,
Et Verbum erat apud Deum,
Et Deus erat Verbum.
(2) Hoc erat in principio apud
Deum.
(3) Omnia per ipsum facta sunt:
Et sine ipso factum est nihil,
quod factum est.
(4) In ipso vita erat,
Et vita erat lux hominum:
(5) Et lux in tenebris lucet,
Et tenebrae eam non
comprehenderunt.

Biblia Sacra,
Novum Testamentum,
Evangelium secundum Ioannem
(1, 1-5)


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