Mama you've been on my mind

Prometo más caña para siguientes posts...o no :)

Another side of Bob Dylan

El señor Bob para ponernos al día!

Que digo yo que ya tocaba volver por estos lares! Tras casi tres meses de absentismo bloggero me digno a postear de nuevo! La verdad es que hace tiempo que perdí las ganas de actualizar el blog y no es que las haya recuperado del todo, pero anyway, me apetecía volver y así lo he hecho!

De paso os hago saber que desde este tiempo de absentismo me he instalado en Londres y aquí sigo, viviendo una nueva experiencia! Como otros miles de spanish, me decidí por esta ciudad para improve my English, y como a muchos otros me está pasando lo de siempre, que paso más tiempo hablando castellano que inglés! Es que somos una plaga jeje Pero bueno, no pierdo la esperanza de volver con un poco más de level...

Y nada, en lo referente a la música, que es lo que aquí más interesa, de momento sólo he estado en dos jam sessions de blues, una en The Alley Cat (Denmark street), un sótano pequeñito y acogedor dónde vi por first time a la futura promesa del blues inglés! Un xavalín que no tendrá más de trece o catorce años y que canta y toca la guitarra que da gusto! La otra jam fue en Camden, en el Blues Kitchen, mucho más grande que el Alley Cat y con un ambiente de la ostia (al menos el domingo cuando fui a la jam). Y allí volví a ver al xavalín! También me sorprendió una chica que tocaba la flauta a lo Ian Anderson y versionaba a Jimi Hendrix junto a un guitarrista cachondísimo (gorro estilo ruso y gafas brillantes, un personaje digno de admirar). Nada, que lo que más me sorprendió es que por lo visto Ron Wood estuvo en el Kitchen hace unas semanas (creo que no tocó) pero estuvo entre el público haciéndose fotos! Si me lo encuentro prometo poner la foto!

Bueno, eso es todo por ahora!

Espero que os vaya bien, por lo que veo los blogs siguen en marcha!



You got a lotta nerve
To say you are my friend
When I was down
You just stood there grinning

You got a lotta nerve
To say you got a helping hand to lend
You just want to be on
The side that’s winning

You say I let you down
You know it’s not like that
If you’re so hurt
Why then don’t you show it

You say you lost your faith
But that’s not where it’s at
You had no faith to lose
And you know it

I know the reason
That you talk behind my back
I used to be among the crowd
You’re in with

Do you take me for such a fool
To think I’d make contact
With the one who tries to hide
What he don’t know to begin with

You see me on the street
You always act surprised
You say, “How are you?” “Good luck”
But you don’t mean it

When you know as well as me
You’d rather see me paralyzed
Why don’t you just come out once
And scream it

No, I do not feel that good
When I see the heartbreaks you embrace
If I was a master thief
Perhaps I’d rob them

And now I know you’re dissatisfied
With your position and your place
Don’t you understand
It’s not my problem

I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
And just for that one moment
I could be you

Yes, I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
You’d know what a drag it is
To see you

Happy Birthday

Sí, yo también quiero felicitar a Bob!!! Y de paso recupero el blog que llevaba unos días inactivo! Pues nada, espero que os vaya bien a los demás bloggers! No comento nada, casi no visito blogs, pero bueno, me alegra ver que vais actualizando!!!

Os dejo con el amigo Jimi, que amablemente, ha querido venir a tocar en la fiesta de Bob!

Simple twist of fate

Simple Twist Of Fate

They sat together in the park
As the evening sky grew dark
She looked at him and he felt a spark tingle to his bones
’Twas then he felt alone and wished that he’d gone straight
And watched out for a simple twist of fate

They walked along by the old canal
A little confused, I remember well
And stopped into a strange hotel with a neon burnin’ bright
He felt the heat of the night hit him like a freight train
Moving with a simple twist of fate

A saxophone someplace far off played
As she was walkin’ by the arcade
As the light bust through a beat-up shade where he was wakin’ up,
She dropped a coin into the cup of a blind man at the gate
And forgot about a simple twist of fate

He woke up, the room was bare
He didn’t see her anywhere
He told himself he didn’t care, pushed the window open wide
Felt an emptiness inside to which he just could not relate
Brought on by a simple twist of fate

He hears the ticking of the clocks
And walks along with a parrot that talks
Hunts her down by the waterfront docks where the sailors all come in
Maybe she’ll pick him out again, how long must he wait
Once more for a simple twist of fate

People tell me it’s a sin
To know and feel too much within
I still believe she was my twin, but I lost the ring
She was born in spring, but I was born too late
Blame it on a simple twist of fate

When you're strange

Todavía dan cosas buenas en los cines de Barcelona :)



Feliz fiesta de fin de año y entrada al 2011 to everybody! Cuando pueda me paso por your blogs! Aquí otra versión de Dylan!

Down the street the dogs are barkin'
And the day is a-gettin' dark.
As the night comes in a-fallin',
The dogs 'll lose their bark.
An' the silent night will shatter
From the sounds inside my mind,
For I'm one too many mornings
And a thousand miles behind.

From the crossroads of my doorstep,
My eyes they start to fade,
As I turn my head back to the room
Where my love and I have laid.
An' I gaze back to the street,
The sidewalk and the sign,
And I'm one too many mornings
An' a thousand miles behind.

It's a restless hungry feeling
That don't mean no one no good,
When ev'rything I'm a-sayin'
You can say it just as good.
You're right from your side,
I'm right from mine.
We're both just one too many mornings
An' a thousand miles behind.

Boots of spanish leather

Oh, I’m sailin’ away my own true love
I’m sailin’ away in the morning
Is there something I can send you from across the sea
From the place that I’ll be landing?

No, there’s nothin’ you can send me, my own true love
There’s nothin’ I wish to be ownin’
Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled
From across that lonesome ocean

Oh, but I just thought you might want something fine
Made of silver or of golden
Either from the mountains of Madrid
Or from the coast of Barcelona

Oh, but if I had the stars from the darkest night
And the diamonds from the deepest ocean
I’d forsake them all for your sweet kiss
For that’s all I’m wishin’ to be ownin’

That I might be gone a long time
And it’s only that I’m askin’
Is there something I can send you to remember me by
To make your time more easy passin’

Oh, how can, how can you ask me again
It only brings me sorrow
The same thing I want from you today
I would want again tomorrow

I got a letter on a lonesome day
It was from her ship a-sailin’
Saying I don’t know when I’ll be comin’ back again
It depends on how I’m a-feelin’

Well, if you, my love, must think that-a-way
I’m sure your mind is roamin’
I’m sure your heart is not with me
But with the country to where you’re goin’

So take heed, take heed of the western wind
Take heed of the stormy weather
And yes, there’s something you can send back to me
Spanish boots of Spanish leather

Saludos navideños!

Ballad of a Thin Man

I'm Not There

You walk into the room
With your pencil in your hand
You see somebody naked
And you say, “Who is that man?”
You try so hard
But you don’t understand
Just what you’ll say
When you get home

Because something is happening here
But you don’t know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

You raise up your head
And you ask, “Is this where it is?”
And somebody points to you and says
“It’s his”
And you say, “What’s mine?”
And somebody else says, “Where what is?”
And you say, “Oh my God
Am I here all alone?”

Because something is happening here
But you don’t know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

You hand in your ticket
And you go watch the geek
Who immediately walks up to you
When he hears you speak
And says, “How does it feel
To be such a freak?”
And you say, “Impossible”
As he hands you a bone

Because something is happening here
But you don’t know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

You have many contacts
Among the lumberjacks
To get you facts
When someone attacks your imagination
But nobody has any respect
Anyway they already expect you
To just give a check
To tax-deductible charity organizations

You’ve been with the professors
And they’ve all liked your looks
With great lawyers you have
Discussed lepers and crooks
You’ve been through all of
F. Scott Fitzgerald’s books
You’re very well read
It’s well known

Because something is happening here
But you don’t know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to you
And then he kneels
He crosses himself
And then he clicks his high heels
And without further notice
He asks you how it feels
And he says, “Here is your throat back
Thanks for the loan”

Because something is happening here
But you don’t know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

Now you see this one-eyed midget
Shouting the word “NOW”
And you say, “For what reason?”
And he says, “How?”
And you say, “What does this mean?”
And he screams back, “You’re a cow
Give me some milk
Or else go home”

Because something is happening here
But you don’t know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

Well, you walk into the room
Like a camel and then you frown
You put your eyes in your pocket
And your nose on the ground
There ought to be a law
Against you comin’ around
You should be made
To wear earphones

Because something is happening here
But you don’t know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

Rock Kings

Estos días estoy un poco fuera de órbita, pero de todos modos aquí os dejo a mis tres Reyes Magos (del Rock).

Bob Dylan con su Jokerman adulterado (la versión del disco no tiene nada que ver con este Rock n' Roll tan Stoniano...). Ahhh y de paso recomendar el álbum Infidels que me tiene enganchado estos días.

Bruce Springsteen con su inigualable Rendezvous (las imágenes no se corresponden al tema...pero es lo que hay, que disfrutéis del tema!!!)

Keith Richards con los Rolling Stones claro, pero de una forma más individual, lo tenéis todo para vosotros gracias a esa opción para seleccionar al músico que quieras...ale, que lo disfrutéis. Monkey Man.



Un Saludo y que los Reyes os traigan lo que os merecéis jeje

Don't Think Twice, It's All Right

El maestro Dylan con este clásico de 1963

It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
If 'n' you don't know by now
An' it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
It will never do some how
When your rooster crows at the break of dawn
Look out your window and I'll be gone
You're the reason I'm trav'lin' on
Don't think twice, it's all right

It ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe
That light I never knowed
An' it ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe
I'm on the dark side of the road
Still I wish there was somethin' you would do or say
To try and make me change my mind and stay
We never did too much talkin' anyway
So don't think twice, it's all right

So It ain't no use in callin' out my name, gal
Like you never did before
It ain't no use in callin' out my name, gal
I can't hear you any more
I'm a-thinkin' and a-wond'rin' walkin, down the road
I once loved a woman, a child I'm told
I give her my heart but she wanted my soul
But don't think twice, it's all right

So long honey babe
Where I'm bound, I can't tell
Goodbye's too good a word, gal
So I'll just say fare thee well
I ain't sayin' you treated me unkind
You could have done better but I don't mind
You just kinda wasted my precious time
But don't think twice, it's all right

Nashville Skyline

Nashville Skyline es el noveno álbum de estudio de Bob Dylan, aunque si me dijeran que el que canta en el disco es otro, me lo creería! Se puede decir que poco a poco voy conociendo la extensa obra de este famoso músico, poeta... y la verdad es que no para de sorprenderme!

Mi primer contacto con Dylan (Blowin' in the Wind y algún otro clásico a parte) fue el Highway 61 Revisited que desde las primeras escuchas me pareció una obra maestra, luego le tocó el turno a otras obras claves en la carrera de Dylan como son Blonde on Blonde y Bring It All Back Home que también me dejaron con muy buen sabor de boca y aumentaron mi curiosidad hacia Bob Dylan y de esta manera llegué al Nashville Skyline, que por la portada ya me hacía pensar en un disco acústico, elemento muy común en los discos de Dylan, pero lo que no esperaba era ese cambio en la voz de Bob, acostumbrado a su típica voz me quedé totalmente parado. Como en el primer tema del disco canta junto a Johnny Cash pensé que la voz que estaba escuchando era la de éste, pero mis suposiciones se esfumaron cuando cantó el Cash de toda la vida, el de la voz grave y penetrante, entonces si que me quedé con cara de, qué está pasando aquí!!!

Así que seguí escuchando y me acabé haciendo a la idea de que esa voz era la de Bob Dylan, aunque no me sonara para nada a la que estaba acostumbrado, tenía que ser él, porque como reza en la contraportada del disco "A new collection of songs featuring the voice and guitar of BOB DYLAN" eso sí, acompañado por varios músicos entre los que estaba el gran Johnny Cash, del cual aparece una foto en la contraportada del librillo.

Tengo que reconocer que me gusta la voz que pone Bob en este disco, que por cierto se grabó en 1969, por la voz y la música que contiene pensaba que sería de sus primeros álbums pero por lo visto lo grabó cuando ya era una celebridad e intentaba huir de alguna forma de su incontrolada fama y de sus acérrimos fans que le perseguían constantemente y literalmente no le dejaban vivir.

El disco se grabó en Nashville, capital de Tennessee, allí Bob Dylan y los demás músicos se centraron básicamente en tocar Country y Folk, parece un disco hecho de forma muy natural y simple, las canciones relajadas marcan la tónica del disco, aunque también hay espacio para los ritmos con base rock y country de toda la vida pero con la esencia que envuelve este álbum, es decir, la calma transmitida en gran parte por la suave voz de Dylan.

Girl From The North Country canción que formaba parte del segundo álbum de Dylan "The Freeweelin' Bob Dylan" y que en Nashville Skyline fue regrabada con la colaboración de Cash.

Just like a woman

Canción que se puede encontrar en el fantástico Blonde On Blonde de Bob Dylan de 1966. Esta es una versión en directo de esa época, cuando Bob ya era toda una estrella folk-rock y un líder para la juventud norteamericana.

Nobody feels any pain
Tonight as I stand inside the rain
Ev'rybody knows
That Baby's got new clothes
But lately I see her ribbons and her bows
Have fallen from her curls.
She takes just like a woman, yes, she does
She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does
And she aches just like a woman
But she breaks just like a little girl.

Queen Mary, she's my friend
Yes, I believe I'll go see her again
Nobody has to guess
That Baby can't be blessed
Till she sees finally that she's like all the rest
With her fog, her amphetamine and her pearls.
She takes just like a woman, yes, she does
She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does
And she aches just like a woman
But she breaks just like a little girl.

It was raining from the first
And I was dying there of thirst
So I came in here
And your long-time curse hurts
But what's worse
Is this pain in here
I can't stay in here
Ain't it clear that--

I just can't fit
Yes, I believe it's time for us to quit
When we meet again
Introduced as friends
Please don't let on that you knew me when
I was hungry and it was your world.
Ah, you fake just like a woman, yes, you do
You make love just like a woman, yes, you do
Then you ache just like a woman
But you break just like a little girl.