Scrierile mele despre viaţă: Directia 5

2/18/11

Directia 5

Directia 5...intr-un cuvant inseamna atat: iubire.

Trupa descoperita cand avem 9 ani , iar "Superstar" a intrat pe posturile muzicale de atunci si mai apoi, in sufletul meu.
Este o trupa rock in esenta, cu diverse influente si genuri abordate, cu versuri si linii melodice superbe... Sigur ca sunt subiectiva, pentru ca este trupa mea din Romania preferata, in care imi regasesc emotii, sentimente...si a carei evolutie o cunosc, alaturi de toate piesele...

Perioada de inceput. Cea mai buna, complexa, plina de inspiratie in versuri si muzica. Aici avem piesele in limba engleza, variantele acustice, vocea lui Toni Seicarescu, Dragos Badoi...

A existat o perioada in care vocea principala a fost Loredana Groza...aici putem aminti de:

In anul 1998 apare Cristi Enache si de acum trupa devine usor de recunoscut, de iubit... Piesa mea preferata de pe albumul "Superstar", va ramane "Minti simple", existand o varianta acustica a acesteia si pe albumul din 2009 "Live in studio "...un album de vis...de fapt ca toate celelalte :-)

De pe albumul "Duete" preferata mea va ramane intotdeauna:

Multe de spus...multe piese de postat...multe sentimente la un loc...insa, momentul maxim de bucurie il voi trai cu siguranta vineri, 26 februarie, in True Club, la un concert live de exceptie.
Este o trupa ce merita atentia publicului iubitor de muzica de calitate si care nu ar putea vreodata sa-si dezamageasca audienta...

Be there ! :-)
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PS:

"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.”