Scrierile mele despre viaţă: Rain & Music

9/29/10

Rain & Music

Vremea de afara..trista, cam deprimanta, dar cu un farmec irezistibil.
M-am trezit avand in minte versuri din piesa " Only happy when it rains" de la Garbage si m-am gandit sa scriu cate ceva despre aceasta trupa.
In primul rand, acest "mix" scotian-american este unic si greu de imitat. Poate vocea solistei Shirley, poate frumoasele linii melodice....Solista Manson este cunoscuta si prin colaborarile / concertele avute cu nume precum Iggy Pop, Kings of Leon sau Gwen Stefani. Cert este faptul ca Garbage este una dintre cele mai bune formatii de alternative din lume.
Nu stiu exact cum i-am descoperit, poate prin geniala melodie de pe coloana sonora a filmului cu James Bond - "The world is not enough". Insa, la un moment dat, am cautat toata discografia si m-am indragostit de muzica lor. Nu prea se pot descrie starile prin care ascultatorul trece atunci cand asculta o piesa semnata Garbage.
Muzica lor indeamna la introspectie, cautarea sinelui, visare... Nu este nimic comercial, deoarece versurile chiar spun ceva, nu sunt doar un suport fara valoare, iar videoclipurile sunt destul de avangardiste si greu de copiat.
M-am gandit sa fac un top five cu melodiile perfecte Garbage, pentru ca nu pot avea doar o melodie preferata... Cam greu de ales, insa acestea ar fi:
1. "Run baby run"
2. "Cup of coffee"
3. "Milk"
4. "Bleed like me"
5. "Enough is never enough".

Poti asculta muzica lor in momente in care vrei sa te linistesti si sa fii doar tu cu tine. Iar clipele de singuratate sunt ceva minunat.

Garbage - "Only happy when it rains" LIVE

Gavin Rossdale & Shirley Manson - " The Trouble I`m In" 2008

"If it doesn't come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don't do it. Unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don't do it. If you have to sit for hours staring at your computer screen or hunched over your typewriter searching for words, don't do it. If you're doing it for money or fame, don't do it. If you're doing it because you want women in your bed, don't do it. If you have to sit there and rewrite it again and again, don't do it. If it's hard work just thinking about doing it, don't do it. If you're trying to write like somebody else, forget about it. If you have to wait for it to roar out of you, then wait patiently. If it never does roar out of you, do something else. If you first have to read it to your wife or your girlfriend or your boyfriend or your parents or to anybody at all, you're not ready. Don't be like so many writers, don't be like so many thousands of people who call themselves writers, don't be dull and boring and pretentious, don't be consumed with self-love. The libraries of the world have yawned themselves to sleep over your kind. Don't add to that. Don't do it. Unless it comes out of your soul like a rocket, unless being still would drive you to madness or suicide or murder, don't do it. Unless the sun inside you is burning your gut, don't do it. When it is truly time, and if you have been chosen, it will do it by itself and it will keep on doing it until you die or it dies in you. There is no other way. And there never was." - Charles Bukowski

“Sit down. Inhale. Exhale. The gun will wait. The lake will wait. The tall gall in the small seductive vial will wait will wait: will wait a week: will wait through April. You do not have to die this certain day. Death will abide, will pamper your postponement. I assure you death will wait. Death has a lot of time. Death can attend to you tomorrow. Or next week. Death is just down the street; is most obliging neighbor; can meet you any moment. You need not die today. Stay here–through pout or pain or peskyness. Stay here. See what the news is going to be tomorrow. Graves grow no green that you can use. Remember, green’s your color. You are Spring.”