Fréhel. Quand tous les jours c’était dimanche
Eder2022-12-20T21:35:20+01:00Fais comme moi, Pépé. Pas de malheur. Quand j'ai trop le cafard, je chage d'époque.
Fréhel et tous les héros des chansons
Eder2022-12-20T21:35:50+01:00Marguerite Boulc'h, dite Fréhel, chanteuse (Paris, 1891-1951)
Why I Love ‘Volare’, by Bob Dylan
Eder2023-01-02T23:03:10+01:00Robert Zimmerman, a.k.a. Bob Dylan F lying too high can be dangerous, one bad move leads to another, and that move is usually worse than the one before. Committing yourself too early can lead to disaster, but once you go, you go. This song is zooming and whizzing and runs the course, it gets up to speed and barges into the sun, ricochets off the stars, smokes pipe dreams and blasts into cloud cuckoo land. It’s a whimsical song and stays aloft. You get the mental picture, Utopia, and it’s painted blue. Oil paint, cosmetics and greasepaint, frescoes with blue slapped on, and you’re singing like a canary. You’re tickled pink and walking on air, and [...]
Asaltar (el reino de) los cielos. Australian gospel
Eder2022-08-13T08:39:31+02:00Asaltar (el reino de) los cielos. Australian Gospel: Nick Cave, Cave canem.
Sly Stone: gente corriente, gente común
Eder2022-05-25T17:04:51+02:00Hay una revuelta cociéndose por ahí…
Peluquero de Sonny Boy Williamson
Eder2022-05-23T08:41:58+02:00Clarksdale (Coahoma County), Mississippi Delta. Otros cortes de pelo del barbero de Sonny Boy Williamson: Y más LIghtnin' Hopkins en edder.org:
Verano del 69: cien millas al sur de Woodstock
Eder2022-04-18T13:02:27+02:00Papa Staple & Mama Mahalia…
Amistad ruso-finlandesa: Knock knock knockin’
Eder2022-04-03T19:00:42+02:00Otros tiempos, no tan lejanos aunque se diría que muy muy remotos: Leningrad Cowboys y los Coros del Ejercito Rojo en Helsinki. Corría 1994.
Townes van Zandt seriamente enfermo
Eder2021-08-23T18:39:39+02:00Townes van Zandt muy seriamente enfermo, pero no pudiendo resistir, tierra adentro, los cantos de sirena de los camiones intercontinentales. La errancia sin fin.
La tumba será el final
Eder2021-06-20T19:12:47+02:00Los Lobos, 2015. eTown Music. +++ Más Lobos en edder.org:
Stile vecchio (come la casa di Tiziano a Pieve di Cadore)
Eder2021-05-19T21:53:04+02:00Scalo a Grado Ho fatto scalo a Grado la domenica di Pasqua gente per le strade correva andando a messa. L'aria carica d'incenso alle pareti le stazioni del calvario gente fintamente assorta che aspettava la redenzione dei peccati. Agnus dei qui tollis peccata mundi miserere dona eis requiem. Il mio stile è vecchio come la casa di Tiziano a Pieve di Cadore nel mio sangue non c'è acqua ma fiele che ti potrà guarire. Ci si illumina d'immenso mostrando un poco la lingua al prete che dà l'ostia ci si sente in paradiso cantando dei salmi un poco stonati. Agnus dei qui tollis peccata mundi miserere dona eis requiem. Franco Battiato La parada en Grado el domingo de Pascua… [...]
Confinado con Bob Dylan
Eder2021-01-03T00:35:07+01:00Audio: Bob Dylan: Murder Most Foul (finales de marzo de 2020, 17 minutos) Vídeo: fragmento (17 minutos) de On Paradise Road (2020), de James Benning (filmado en Val Verde, Texas, en los días del primer confimamiento de 2020) Texto: Nick Cave sobre Murder Most Foul de Dylan (Londres, primer confinamiento, 2020) “Many other people have also written in about Bob Dylan’s new song, ‘Murder Most Foul’ — and the interest is justifiable. It is a perplexing but beautiful song and, like many people, I have been extremely moved by it. At the heart of this seventeen-minute epic is a terrible event, the assassination of JFK — a dark vortex that threatens to pull everything into it, just [...]
Vientos huracanados sobre Nueva Orleans: Back Water Blues
Eder2020-12-20T11:08:01+01:00Vientos huracanados de categoría 5: Irma Thomas, Ry Cooder, Buckwheat Zydeco, Lenny Kravitz… When it rained five days And the skies turned dark at night When it rained five days And the skies turned dark at night There was trouble takin' place In the lowland at night I woke up this mornin' Couldn't even get out of my door I woke up this mornin' Couldn't even get out of my door Enough trouble to make a poor woman Wonder where she's gonna go They rowed a little boat About five miles across the farm Said they rowed a little boat About five miles across the farm I packed up all of my clothes, trowed them in And they [...]