Scrierile mele despre viaţă: Paraziţii Live @ Radio Guerrilla

10/25/11

Paraziţii Live @ Radio Guerrilla

Aseară, cei de la Paraziţii ne-au încântat în cadrul emisiunii de la radio Guerrilla şi ne-au făcut cu adevărat fericiţi când am înţeles că multe dintre opţiunile noastre de viaţa sunt şi ale lor.

Astfel, concertul a început cu piesa “Vicii” şi a continuat în aceeaşi notă puternic socială cu piese precum: “Din colţul blocului”,” Paranoia e mare”, “Arde” şi la final cu o parte din melodia “Duşmăniţi-mă toţi”, interpretată doar de Cheloo şi Ombladon, fără negativ.

Am fost surprinşi să-i găsim pe cei de la Paraziţii într-o dispoziţie excelentă, plini de viaţă şi glumeţi, cu un atribut important ce îl regăsim din ce în ce mai rar la artiştii din România: corectitudinea. Spunem asta deoarece cei trei nu vor să pară ceea ce nu sunt, iar în viaţa reală îi veţi regăsi exact aşa cum sunt pe scenă, fără să se ascundă după cuvinte.

Muzica lor este un mesaj clar adresat oamenilor ce gândesc pentru ei şi nu se lasă impresionaţi de prostia şi ignoranta din jur.

Aşteptăm cu interes următoarele albume semnate Paraziţii, dar şi cele solo ale celor doi interpreţi, sub sigla 20 Cm Records.

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"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.”