Gode tanker Lagga og Karma.
@Lagga: du har stående invitasjon, så det er no bare å invitere deg sjøl. Telefonnummeret mitt har du vel også. Eg er i Fr.stad t.o.m. torsdag, så blir det påskeferie i det kalde, vakre Nord.
Her i kveld går det i band og artister på B: Først et par Beethoven-symfonier (den 5. og den 6. med henholdsvis rakett-Kleiber og utmaler-Klemperer, flotte greier begge to), så Jackson Browne (Solo Acoustics vol. 1) og no Big Star. Eg er søkk imponert over ka mr. Browne får til. Dæven det er ei bra plate. Big Star er flott, flott pop. Gir meg lyst til å høre på XTC, hvilket aldri kan være en dårlig ting. Litt Jackson Browne får dere tåle:
Jeg kan skjønne de folka som får frysninger av hat og irritasjon over at fyren ser så jævla flinkis og svettis ut. Men herregud da, hør på mannen! På sitt beste skriver han tekster som få andre jeg har vært borti. Den jeg linka til
(For A Dancer) er et primeksempel på det. Det er forøvrig en helt fantastisk versjon av den på Solo Acoustics vol. 1.
Det må jo uansett ha vært til begges fordel at Browne og Warron Zevon (RIP) var venner. Jeg mener, de kunne begge skrive tekster så det står etter, om enn noe forskjellig tema:
Og siden jeg er i det veldig generøse hjørnet, her er tekstene:
Jackson Browne - For A Dancer
Keep a fire burning in your eye
Pay attention to the open sky
You never know what will be coming down
I don't remember losing track of you
You were always dancing in and out of view
I must have thought you'd always be around
Always keeping things real by playing the clown
Now you're nowhere to be found
I don't know what happens when people die
Can't seem to grasp it as hard as I try
It's like a song I can hear playing right in my ear
That I can't sing
I can't help listening
And I can't help feeling stupid standing 'round
Crying as they ease you down
'Cause I know that you'd rather we were dancing
Dancing our sorrow away
(Right on dancing)
No matter what fate chooses to play
(There's nothing you can do about it anyway)
Just do the steps that you've been shown
By everyone you've ever known
Until the dance becomes your very own
No matter how close to yours
Another's steps have grown
In the end there is one dance you'll do alone
Keep a fire for the human race
Let your prayers go drifting into space
You never know what will be coming down
Perhaps a better world is drawing near
And just as easily it could all disappear
Along with whatever meaning you might have found
Don't let the uncertainty turn you around
(The world keeps turning around and around)
Go on and make a joyful sound
Into a dancer you have grown
From a seed somebody else has thrown
Go on ahead and throw some seeds of your own
And somewhere between the time you arrive
And the time you go
May lie a reason you were alive
But you'll never know
Warren Zevon - Excitable Boy
Well, he went down to dinner in his Sunday best
Excitable boy, they all said
And he rubbed the pot roast all over his chest
Excitable boy, they all said
He took in the four a.m. show at the Clark
Excitable boy, they all said
And he bit the usherette's leg in the dark
Excitable boy, they all said
Well, he's just an excitable boy
He took little Suzie to the Junior Prom
Excitable boy, they all said
And he raped her and killed her, then he took her home
Excitable boy, they all said
Well, he's just an excitable boy
After ten long years they let him out of the home
Excitable boy, they all said
And he dug up her grave and built a cage with her bones
Excitable boy, they all said
Well, he's just an excitable boy