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Nedavno je zatvoren CBGB’s – vjerojatno najpoznatiji rock bar svih vremena, to je zapravo bila neuredna rupa koja se gotovo raspadala, zidovi su bili oblijepljeni plakatima tisuca izvodjaca, a tamo su svirali najveci umjetnici rock glazbe svih vremena, iako nije preuredjivan od 1973. kada je i osnovan. I to me potaknulo da napisem ovaj post, iako ne znam kako bi trebao uopce izgledati ali moja tema ce biti – nostalgija.
Nostalgija, jal za svime sto se dogodilo i vjerojatno se nikada nece ponoviti. Pitam se da li uopce mogu osjecati nostalgiju za necim sto nikad nisam dozivio, ali kako onda nazvati taj osjecaj kada slusam hitove šezdesetih i sedamdesetih na starom gramofonu, koliko sam puta pozelio da sam se rodio pocetkom pedesetih i sve to prozivio, ali sto je tu je...
Jednostavno sve te pjesme, rijeci, misli i stavovi bude u meni neku sjetu iz vremena kada je rock bio na vrhuncu, a metal se tek radjao.
I tako slusam pjesmu ''The End'' od Doorsa i mislim si kako je svemu tome dosao kraj. Ljudi su se promijenili, odrasli.
Sva rock kultura je gotovo bacena na koljena, dosla je nova glazba.
Dakako stihovi nikada nisu izbrisani, nikada i nece...
The End
This is the end, Beautiful friend
This is the end, My only friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I'll never look into your eyes...again
Can you picture what will be, So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...stranger's hand
In a...desperate land
Lost in a Roman...wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane, All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah
There's danger on the edge of town
Ride the King's highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby
Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake is long, seven miles
Ride the snake...he's old, and his skin is cold
The west is the best, The west is the best
Get here, and we'll do the rest
The blue bus is callin' us, The blue bus is callin' us
Driver, where you taken' us
The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door...and he looked inside
Father, yes son, I want to kill you
Mother...I want to...fuck you
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the blue bus
Doin' a blue rock, On a blue bus
Doin' a blue rock, C'mon, yeah
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
This is the end, Beautiful friend
This is the end, My only friend, the end
It hurts to set you free
But you'll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die
This is the end
Još nas ima, još želimo slusati tu glazbu, još uvijek je i slusamo, ali drugi na to gledaju drugacije, oni ne zele slusati tamo neke starce od prije trideset godina kako sviraju gitare, i dobro...pa što, svatko ima pravo na svoj izbor. Oni ne diraju mene, ja ne diram njih, mene je vise strah za moj nacin zivota, za moj pogled na svijet. Pitam se sto ce biti za tridesetak godina, kada svi ti izvodjaci budu mrtvi (iako ih mnogo vec danas jest). Hoce li moja djeca htjeti slusati glazbu koju ja danas slusam, mozda ce oni imati takvo zanimanje za kulturu danasnjice, mozda ce im Peppersi, Arctic Monkeys-i, Franz Ferdinand, Killers-i biti novi Beatlesi, Floydi, Ramonesi il' Doors-i, Zeppelini...
Mislim da je kakvoca rocka, a posebice metala pala te je onaj pravi zvuk sa pocetaka osamdesetih zapusten pa vise nema punokrvnih classic heavy-metal bandova slicnih onima iz novog vala britanskog heavy-a. Sad su to sve neke mjesavine rapa, elektronicke glazbe i nekih meni nepoznatih zvukova.
I pitam se kako?
Kako to da vise nema onog zvuka, onakvih pjesama, upravo mi pocinje svirati ''Sound of Silence'' od Simona&Garfunkela, pjesma koju sam prvi puta cuo prije desetak godina mi se toliko urezala u pamcenje da mi budi tu nostalgiju i dan danas. Pjesma je savrsena jer nema ljepseg zvuka od tišine, zvuka koji danas gotovo i ne cujemo. I sada mi nesto pada na pamet, svijet treba jedan veliki band, band koji ce raditi pjesme koje su vrijedne spomena i koje ce se slusati za tridesetak godina. I taj band treba biti iz Velike Britanije jer su oni dali toliko kvalitetnih bandova,jer oni imaju jedinstven pogled na svijet,a taj isti svijet treba nove Beatlese, ljude koji sanjare, koji promicu mir, ljudi sposobni da svojim stihovima povedu milijune mladih.
Negdje duboko u sebi zelim da se sve to ponovi, novi Woodstock, novi hippy pokret, i samo da se izjasnim: ja ne bih htio biti hip ali danas covjecanstvu treba pokret koji zeli mir i promice ljubav jer su nekoc ljudi bili mnogo bolji, ali to je mozda i uzrok pomanjkanja kvalitetne glazbe. Ljudi su se promijenjili, poboljšali ili pogoršali, nije ni bitno, stvar je u tome sto nikada nista nece biti isto...
Možda i nisam htio da ovaj post izgleda ovako al' ...
Sound of Silence
Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence.
"Fools" said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence.
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the sign said, the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls.
And whisper'd in the sounds of silence."
apdejt: ljudi slušajte Radio 53nju (this is not a commercial!!!) četvrtkom poslije 21:00 jer ima jedna fenomenalna emisija. samo na 106.9 MHz-a
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