The sea was roaring with a saturated light blue at sunset, with the huge orange sun touching those foami ng waters as was clear that the energy those waters were under were directly coming from our star. Every color was pastel and fully saturated. The sky was starting with the same light bl ue of the waters, and then moving to green, cyan, orange, purple and cobalt blue.
The guy at the music console of the little hut we were watching this natural show put some delicate Keith Jarret to discretely accompain
the roar of the waves at sunset. Life can be a spell.
It is beautiful how a bunch of people keep deciding to celebrate together a sunset. Something has been happening for MILLIONS of years and that is still carrying the same cosmic wilderness that it did when it BEGUN.
I love life, and if life keeps loving me as she did so far, it’s real wonderland.
Jimmy Handrix in now replacing Keith Jarret. The same song I knew remade by Abacus.
People frame the sunset with their cameras. The mystery of time: flowing fiercely forward yet reoccurring cyclicly. Assuming that was indeed possible to frame a sunset, every framed sunset would capture the infinite ensemble of that particular one. Each one unique. Each one universal. Each one being the archetypal of an infinite amount of that very sunset.
I:Se potessi rivolgermi a Roger per primo, vorrei chiedere una domanda fondamentale, della quale i nostri telespettatori potrebbero non percepire la rilevanza, perche’ non l’hanno sentita tutta: perche’ deve essere cosi terribilmente alta? Per me, francamente, e’ troppo alta. Non la posso sopportare. Si dia il caso che sia cresciuto in un quartetto per archi, che e’ un po piu’ pacato quindi, ehm.., perche’ deve essere cosi’ alta? Cosi amplificata?
RW:Beh, non credo “debba” esserlo.
A noi piace cosi’. Non non siamo cresciuti con un quartetto per archi e credo questo possa essere una delle ragioni.
Perche’ cosi alto… Non ci sembra “terribilmente” alto a noi…
I: (un poco innervosito) Non e’ mica che ogniuno che non sia cresciuto in un quartetto di archi sia diventato un chiassoso gruppo pop, dunque il vostro punto non convince in maniera esaustiva. Ma accetto che a voi piacqua. Ma quello che dico e’… se uno diventa “immune” a questo tipo di sonorita’, potrebbe poi trovare difficile apprezzare suoni piu’ bassi, dite si? no?
SBNon credo
I:
no?
SB:
…ogniuno di noi ci sente bene, e alcune sonorita’ sono molto basse
etc.
Cosi’ e’ come comincia l’intervista, che ho qui trascritto perche’ trovo divertente come mostri l’ostilita’ dell’intervistatore moralista verso l’embrione di one delle bandi inglesi che fara’ storia nella musica rock. Ironicamente, inventando un rock che ha piu’ in comune con un quartetto d’archi di probabilkmente tutti i gruppi musicali della generazione dopo i Beatles.
Tra l’altro, il lavoro del quartetto d’archi dell’intervistatore non si puo’ trovare da nessuna parte invece. Non que questo dimostri necessariamente alcun che, eppure…!Inoltre trovo questa maniera tutta inglese di scambiarsi ostilita’ molto affascinante. Mi fa pensare ad una sequenza verbale di mosse di scacchi. Qualcosa come: “ora apro di cavallo, cosi’ lui deve spostare la regina di fronte al re…”
L’intervista continua toccando parti interessanti riguardo la ricerca dei Pink Floyd nel trovare il giusto posto per i loro concerti. Loro erano interessati in ambienti piu’ da concerto e spiegavano come stessero cercando di uscire dal circuito delle sale per ballare.
Syd ci stava ancora con la testa.
(taken from youtube)
I:
well, if I may turn first to Roger, I would like to ask one fundamental question of which our televiewers might not be quite aware… the significance of it, because they didn’t hear all of it: why does it have all to be so terribly loud. For me is francly too loud. I just can’t bear. I happened to be grown up in a string quartet, which is a bit softer so,.. er.. why does it have to be so loud, so amplified.
RW:
Well, i think it doesn’t has to be. that’s the way we like it, and… we didn’t grow with the string quartet and I guess this could be one of the reason. Why so loud. It doesn’t sound “terribly” loud to us…
I: (a bit annoyed)
Is actually not everybody who hasn’t grown up in a string quartet turn into a loud pop group, so your reason is not “altogether” convincing. But I accept that you like it. But I am saying is that… if one gets “immune” to this kind of sound one might find difficult to appreciate soft kind of sound, say yes? no?
SB
I don’t think so…
I:
no?
SB:
…i mean everyone of us can listen, and some of the sounds are very quite….
etc.
This how the interview opens, which I transcripted because I find amusing how much it convey hostility from the moralist interviewer towards the embryo of one of the British band who will make history in rock music. Ironically the rock that has more in common to a quartet string than perhaps all the rock bands of the generation after the Beatles.
Incidentally, the interviewer string quartet original work is noewere to be found. Not that this fact necessarily demonstrate anything. But still.
I also find this British way of moving verbal hostility very fascinating. It makes me think like a verbal chess sequence of moves. Something like: “now I open with a horse on D4 so that he has to move his queen in front of his king….”
The interview continues covering very interesting parts, about Pink Floyd’s effort in finding the right avanue for their musical performances. They were interested in a concert like environment and they described how they were trying to get away from the “pop dance” gigs. Syd was still functioning properly.
On Apple blocking google voice applications from the App-Store, the FCC got involved demanding to know:
- Did Apple reject the Google Voice application for iPhone and remove related third-party applications from its App Store?
- Did Apple act alone, or in consultation with AT&T, in deciding to reject the Google Voice application and related applications?
- Does AT&T have any role in the approval of iPhone applications?
- What are the differences between the Google Voice iPhone app and any VoIP apps that Apple has approved?
- What other applications have been rejected for use on the iPhone and for what reasons?
- What are the standards for considering and approving iPhone applications?
I really look forward to read what Apple answers.
I understand the fall of the idealisms. I even think the loss of that very suffix from every noun, religion and philosophy is a great progress for human kind. And so I understand that certain socially engaged pop music of the ’70, at the time at the top of the charts, today won’t be well received by the masses, which are seeking entertainment, and therefore want, at least during a musical recreation, to light up a bit. Today, driving at work listening to Virgin Radio, I couldn’t help to notice that an incredibly amount of pop artists are just talking about their sex, desire of sex, actual sex intercourses and sex harassments. There is a blunt obsession to put in rhythm the description of their most primordial instincts. Naturally, there has always been a mix of styles, and also in the 70 the popular music at the top of their charts was treating a variety of subjects, some more social (peace, equity,etc) and some much more light (the ’70 disco and the beginning of the dance-pop). But how much it is a mix of styles today? To satisfy my curiosity, this morning I took 30 minutes to go and check whether I am getting older and “bacchettone” (over-moralist) or there is some substance to my observation. I check the top10 songs in the pop charts as published by billboards web site and here we go: 10: Katy Perry: Waking Up In Vegas About gambling, maybe with the intention of shaking the glamour off it. Fine. 9: Linkin Park: New Divide About love and mutual incomprehension: fine. 8: Jeremih: Birthday Sex Quite obscene lyrics about sex and metaphors very much in style with the title of porn movies. Lyrics include: “switching positions”, “Tell me where you want your gift”. I’d say a song with a deep message for sure. 7: Sean Kingston: Fire Burning About erotism and some allegoric sex 6: Pitbull: I know you want me (Calle Ocho) About sex, and some porn lyric (those by courtesy in Spanish) 5: Lady Gag: LoveGame Just about sex. 4: Keri Hilson: Knock You Down About infatuation, crashes, “feeling good”, affairs (it seems that she had a boyfriend… I am not sure I understand the intricacy of the lyrics) 3: Drake: Best I ever Had About sex. The “artist” also attempt some romanticism with compliments of the kind: “you are the fucking best” 2: The Black Eyed Peas: Boom Boom Pow This is not really about sex. It’s about the search of the feeling of the good boom of a kick-drum. No comment. …and finally the NUMBER ONE!!! ONE: The Black Eyed Peas: I Gotta Feeling This is so childish it’s even amusing! It’s about the good feeling of this guy that preview he is going to have a wild sex night with some girl (not sure he really know who yet), and they will do it over and over, in every place of the house. Funny: while I was writing this, the internet radio played another song of the charts, this one of the past: Dire Straits: Sultains of Swing…. nice work!! Well, the conclusion is that, except the first two songs (the last ones in the chart), every single hit is singing about primordial body instincts. Now: this is not to criticize today’s music, as if I was an old granpa bringing always back the goo’ol times. In fact, for few of those songs I even turn up the volume of my radio when they play them. I like them. It’s just an plain observation on the sang subjects on the chart. From observation could come consideration. My considerations about what we feel like singing about are many, but I will pick this later.
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Early morning, walking in flip-flop towards the market to buy at the Illy kiosk the first coffee of the day. Only few other people are around yet, and to each other we are almost fellow of this hour.
I always enter from the bakery, because the aroma of the baked bread and pastry inevitably brings my mind back to when my mother was leading us through the alleys of Roccapriora, in the hills around Rome, to buy bread and ciambelle. My blue toy car in my hand.
A chat with the coffee place owner, a slow walk through the flowers of the market to head back home when the sound of a bell fills the neighborhood,
and I am simply happy.
