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Vida Fodona #385: O frio tá passando

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Vamos celebrar.

Big Star – “Thirteen”
Glue Trip – “Lucid Dream”
Washed Out – “All I Know”
Arctic Monkeys – “Do I Want to Know?”
PELVs – “Still P.G. (Reggae Version)”
Jagwar Ma – “The Throw”
Strokes – “Tap Out”
MGMT – “Alien Days”
Mayer Hawthorne – “Designer Drug”
Justin Timberlake – “Take Back the Night”
Breakbot + Ruckazoid – “Why?”
Jamie Lidell – “I’m Selfish”
Daft Punk – “Lose Yourself to Dance”
Is Tropical – “Dancing Anymore”
Sebadoh – “Brand New Love”

Vem!

Vida Fodona #223: Já acordou?

E o Vida Fodona de hoje é dedicado aos sonhos. Me acompanhe.

M83 – “Highway of Endless Dreams”
Of Montreal – “I Was a Landscape In Your Dream”
Radiohead – “Nice Dream”
R.E.M. – “I Don’t Sleep, I Dream”
Elliot Smith – “A Distorted Reality Is Now A Necessity To Be Free”
Big Star – “Nightime”
João Gilberto & Stan Getz – “Vivo Sonhando”
Belle & Sebastian – “I Could Be Dreaming”
Shout Out Louds – “You Are Dreaming”
Bob Dylan – “Bob Dylan’s Dream”
Lou Redd & John Cale – “Dream”
Kevin Shields – “Are You Awake?”
Franz Ferdinand – “Lucid Dreams”
Fabio – “Lindo Sonho Delirante”
Apples in Stereo – “Dream About the Future”
Crowded House – “Don’t Dream is Over”
Pixies – “Where’s My Mind?”

Por aqui.

Alex Chilton no SXSW


Sondre Lerche cantando “The Ballad of El Goodo”

Como não podia deixar de ser, a passagem do velho Chilton causou comoção, tributos e homenagens no South By Southwest. A principal delas foi um show no lendário clube de blues Antone’s, na 5th Street de Austin, no sábado passado, que reuniu fãs célebres do compositor com remanescentes de duas formações do Big Star – tanto o baterista Jody Stephens e o baixista Andy Hummel que fizeram parte da primeira formação quanto os integrantes do Posies Ken Stringfellow e Jon Auer que nos anos 90 se juntaram a Chilton em um revival do grupo. A eles se juntaram nomes como Sondre Lerche, Curt Kirkwood (dos Meat Puppets), John Doe (do X), Evan Dando, M. Ward, Mike Mills (do R.E.M.), entre outros. Achei esses dois vídeos, alguém viu mais?


“September Gurls” com Susan Cowsill e as Watson Twins

Alex Chilton nos anos 80

Muita gente conhece o Big Star de segunda mão. “September Gurls”, por exemplo, foi regravada nos anos 80 pelas Bangles:

E o Américo outro dia bem lembrou do tributo dos Replacements ao mestre, na faixa que leva seu nome:

“I’m in love/ with that song” talvez seja a melhor homenagem que Chilton poderia receber. Ainda bem que pode ouvi-la.

Lembrando de Alex Chilton

“I was drumming with my old band BMX Bandits when we opened for him at the Glasgow College Of Technology sometime around 1990. Alex’s music had been a big, big influence on a range of bands from Glasgow in particular including Teenage Fanclub and Primal Scream.

At the end of a powerful live set which included tracks from his then new album “High Priest” and a glorious rendition of Big Star’s “September Gurls”, a fan yelled that he should play his mum’s favourite song. “My mom’s favourite song?”, drawled Alex, before sliding into a beautiful, slow-burning jazz rendition of “The Christmas Song (Chestnuts Roasting On An Open Fire)” to close the night.

Afterwards in the dressing room he seemed a little jaded but amiable enough; happy to let some of us acolytes come and hang out with him and his band. I was 19 and nervous but keen to try and converse so I asked if that was really his mum’s favourite song. Came the languorous response: “Oh…I don’t know..[pause]…Mom’s dead actually”. Silence. Boy did I feel awkward. And boy did he probably have some harmless fun in making me feel awkward”

Francis Macdonald, baterista do Teenage Fanclub, lembra de Alex Chilton no Herald Scotland. Continua lá. Paul Westerberg, dos Replacements, também lembra de nosso herói no New York Times:

It was some years back, the last time I saw Alex Chilton. We miraculously bumped into each other one autumn evening in New York, he in a Memphis Minnie T-shirt, with take-out Thai, en route to his hotel. He invited me along to watch the World Series on TV, and I immediately discarded whatever flimsy obligation I may have had. We watched baseball, talked and laughed, especially about his current residence — he was living in, get this, a tent in Tennessee.

Because we were musicians, our talk inevitably turned toward women, and Al, ever the Southern gentleman, was having a hard time between bites communicating to me the difficulty in … you see, the difficulty in (me taking my last swig that didn’t end up on the wall, as I boldly supplied the punch line) “… in asking a young lady if she’d like to come back to your tent?” We both darn near died there in a fit of laughter.

E o papo segue aqui.