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12/10/11

News from Goldfrapp

Formaţia de muzică electronică Goldfrapp a lansat un nou clip pentru piesa “Yellow Halo”. Interesant este că pe data de 6 februarie 2011, trupa va lansa un best-of intitulat “The Singles”, ce va conţine cele mai cunoscute track-uri ( “Ooh La La”, “Number 1”, “A&E”, “Happiness”, “Ride a White Horse”), dar şi cele mai recente piese “Yellow Halo” si “Melancholy Sky”.

In timpul carierei de peste zece ani, duo-ul britanic a creat cinci albume, ultimul dintre ele “Head First” lansat în 2010, fiind primit foarte bine de critica muzicală.

Videoclipul pentru "Yellow Halo" pare o călătorie în timp, ce îi surprinde pe membrii formaţiei în momente de respiro savurate prin America de Sud, dar şi pe scenă la festivaluri cu audienţa formată din mii de spectatori. Acest clip a fost filmat de solista Lisa Gunning cu un iPhone.

http://werock.ro/clip-nou-goldfrapp-yellow-halo/

"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.”