The War On Drugs & Kurt Vile

Ik luister al een maand naar slechts twee platen.

De laatste dagen van de zomer (Gerrit Kouwenaar)

Trager de wespen, schaarser de dazen
groenvliegen grijzer, engelen gene, niets
dat hier hemelt, alles brandt lager

dit zijn de laatste dagen, men schrijft
de laatste stilstand van de zomer, de laatste
vlammen van het jaar, van de jaren

wat er geweest is is er steeds nog even
en wat men helder ziet heeft zwarte randen

men moet zich hier uitschrijven, de tuin
in de tuin insluiten, het geopende boek
het einde besparen, men moet zich verzwijgen

verzwijg hoe de taal langs de lippen invalt
hoe de grond het gedicht overstelpt, geen mond
zal spreken wat hier overwintert –

Charlie Haden 1937-2014

Dank u, Charlie.

En pas ontdekt:

"The Faithless Wife" - Leonard Cohen & Philip Glass

from The Book Of Longing

The Night of Santiago
And I was passing through
So I took her to the river
As any man would do

She said she was a virgin
That wasn’t what I’d heard
But I’m not the Inquisition
I took her at her word

And yes she lied about it all
Her children and her husband
You were meant to judge the world
Forgive me but I wasn’t

The lights went out behind us
The fireflies undressed
The broken sidewalk ended
I touched her sleeping breasts

They opened to me urgently
Like lillies from the dead
Behind a fine embrodiery
Her nipples rose like bread

Her petticoat was starched and loud
And crushed between our legs
It thundered like a living cloud
Beset by razor blades

No silver light to plate their leaves
The trees grew wild and high
A file of dogs patrolled the beach
To keep the night alive

We passed the thorns and berry bush
The reeds and prickly pear
I made a hollow in the earth
To nest her dampened hair

Then I took off my necktie
And she took off her dress
My belt and pistol set aside
We tore away the rest

Her skin was oil and ointments
And brighter than a shell
Your gold and glass appointments
Will never shine so well

Her thighs they slipped away from me
Like schools of startled fish
Though I’ve forgotten half my life
I still remember this

That night I ran the best of roads
Upon a mighty charger
But very soon I’m overthrown
And she’s become the rider

Now as a man I won’t repeat
The things she said aloud
Except for this my lips are sealed
Forever and for now

And soon there’s sand in every kiss
And soon the dawn is ready
And soon the night surrenders
to a daffodil machete

I gave her something pretty
And I waited ’til she laughed
I wasn’t born a gypsy
To make a woman sad

I didn’t fall in love. Of course
It’s never up to you
But she was walking back and forth
And I was passing through

When I took her to the river
In her virginal apparel
When I took her to the river
On the Night of Santiago

And yes she lied about her life
Her children and her husband
You were born to get it right
Forgive me but I wasn’t

The Night of Santiago
And I was passing through
And I took her to the river
As any man would do

Prefab Sprout - The Best Jewel Thief In The World

Sirens moan and drone and groan
But Interpol can’t catch you
The cameras always show a screen of snow
Ergo, you’re the best jewel thief in the world

Of: hoe een song te schrijven.

Danger Mouse & Daniele Luppi feat. Norah Jones - Season's Trees

Roth Roth Roth

Kennissen, vrienden, compagnons de route, vreemden, vijanden. Ik sluit hen allen in de armen. Een bron is een bron. En schoonheid is schoonheid.
De naam Joseph Roth kende ik al, maar het is T.O. (Sancta Maria & Oude Tijd) die mij overtuigde hem te lezen. En zodus heb ik vijf boeken van hem gekocht. Voor half werk zijn we niet.
Danke, T.!

Novastar - Closer To You

Wat een song.

Paco de Lucía (1947-2014)

Melanie De Biasio - No Deal

Laat er geen twijfel over bestaan.

Nuit Blanche (dir. Arev Manoukian)

B E A U T Y - dir. Rino Stefano Tagliafierro