Mas a melhor coisa do fim de semana passado foi o show dos Replacements no Riot Festival, em Toronto, no Canadá, o primeiro que a banda faz em 22 anos! O setlist e vídeos do show seguem abaixo (e a foto que ilustra o post é do Ben Clark):

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Guilherme Arantes – “O Melhor Vai Começar”
Washed Out – “Don’t Give Up”
Gabriel Muzak – “Quebra Tudo”
Beck – “I Won’t Be Long”
Christopher Owens – “New York City”
Unknown Mortal Orchestra – “The Opposite of Afternoon”
My Bloody Valentine – “New You”
Do Amor – “Ofusca”
Calexico – “Unsatisfied”
Gwen McRae – “Rockin’ Chair”
Breakbot – “Why”
Daft Punk – “Fragments of Time”
Justin Timberlake – “Tunnel Vision”
Charles Bradley – “Victim of Love”

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Ainda falta alguma outra banda voltar? Entre as poucas que faltavam está os Replacements, clássica banda indie americana dos anos 80 que encerrou suas atividades em 1991 e nunca mais deu as caras – até agora. A volta começou a acontecer no ano passado, quando seus dois principais compositores, Paul Westerberg e Tommy Stinson, toparam se reunir em homenagem ao guitarrista Slim Dunlap, que havia sofrido um derrame. Lançaram o EP de covers Songs for Slim no início do ano e acharam pouco – tanto que acabaram de anunciar que irão voltar aos palcos no segundo semestre deste ano, em três aparições nas três versões do Riot Fest, em Toronto no Canadá (dias 24 e 25 de agosto, com Rocket from the Crypt, Dinosaur Jr., Best Coast e Iggy & the Stooges), em Chicago (de 13 a 15 de setembro, com Motörhead, Violent Femmes, Rancid, Blink 182, Public Enemy, Guided by Voices, Blondie e Bob Mould, entre outros), em Denver (21 e 22 de setembro, com uma programação parecida, além de Iggy & the Stooges, Matt & Kim, Superchunk e Yo La Tengo), nos EUA. Abaixo, quem não conhece pode sentir um gostinho da banda em seu último show, no dia 4 de julho de 1991:

E por falar em Replacements, no post do Carlos Erasmo em vinil o Rodrigo deu a dica (valeu!) da versão que o Calexico fez para “Unsatisfied”, que está no novo EP do grupo, Maybe on Mondays. A versão pra música que abre o Lado B de Let it Be ficou fiel ao original – e no espírito da banda do Arizona, saca só neste link.

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.

“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.