Scrierile mele despre viaţă: Parov Stelar

10/2/11

Parov Stelar

Parov Stelar este genul de muzician eclectic, care nu se rezuma la un gen de muzica, abordand un mix de emotii si sentimente in piesele sale.
Recunosc ca nu i-am descoperit creatia de mult timp, ci in urma cu un an atunci cand cautarile mele in materie de jazz combinat cu electro & swing mi l-au adus in atentie.
Deja eram "in love" cu un alt compozitor din Austria, Klaus Waldeck, cand Marcus Füreder, pe numele sau real, a aparut si m-a facut sa ma pierd, dar sa ma si descopar pe melodiile sale.

Cu opt albume la activ, Parov nu vrea sa para ceea ce nu este si intotdeauna si-a asumat un statut al omului de arta, care stie de ce compune si carui public se adreseaza.
M-am bucurat sa citesc acesta indrumare a sa : " If you are good in the thing you do, it´s just a matter of time, until you are successful. Quality always finds its way. "

Eu am ramas fascinata de albumul sau "Coco" din 2009, insa fiecare piesa de a lui este magica, cu un sound usor recognoscibil in mii de piese ce par trase la indigo in ziua de azi.

Va reveni in Romania in cadrul concertului TM Live, unde atractia serii ramane Morcheeba, trupa mea draga descoperita pe la 10 ani...
Astept sa ascult unele dintre cele mai frumoase piese Parov in noaptea de 8 spre 9 octombrie, sa inchid ochii si sa fiu purtata intr-o alta dimensiune, plina de stele, parfum, mister, lumina, incantare, dans...

"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.”