Wednesday, November 4, 2009

My Old Dog Is Anemic What Can I Do

TS&TC

The fact that I find myself writing a few words on these pages telematics reviewing a concert within a week speaks volumes about the amount free time at my disposal. And the beauty is that it is totally absurd to call it "frantic activity". If you roll a ball in a debate that adjective would expect persons in suits busy running from one office to another by exchanging 24 hours with longer days, Aboriginal people fleeing legion of tigers and lions, ants, intent on Chinese turn the gears of the great universal mill machine sgretolaconsumismo. Whereas at the end as long as I live really boils down to four hours daily, I do not think Dexter's intent as Space Ace intention to jump ship from the other princesses to save space. Awarded to me, a 'frenetic activity "I always see in a property room to write, compose, play, Facebook and see some dirty blog (when I do not play around or playing Heroes).


After this preamble I wonder fantastic idiotic, it makes sense to write some impressions on a concert a week ago when all the music news now pass all first
from here? Perhaps only one of many episodes from page "Dear Diary", to write two cocks in Italic language.
Good. Two Saturdays ago I went to see Mr. Johnathan Richman
. Photo link
and videos can be found here. Perhaps the most important concert who had the Bronson this calendar year.

important because along with
Modern Lover, in conjunction with Violent Femmes, Johnny opened the door to pre-punk with the simplicity of the garage rock style music, and his songs bulging grip Instant managed to fill a few pages of rock history with the immediacy that only a child can have the poetic ego in a world completely out of control and incomprehensible.

Johnny sang so many poets in pop unique perspective. Van Gogh, Dali, Picasso ... Still, wide-eyed stare into the vacuum and eternal overflow in amazement from his mouth wide open and look forward to the public that Saturday looked like Johnny ... that crazy visionary Ligabue ! And clearly I'm not referring to the singer groulatore Italian!

As one might have expected from his appearance as narrator
singer in "Something About Mary"
, Johnny simply entertained us with his guitar and Battery
Tommy Larkins, staking everything on immediacy, and direct physical sensations such as skewed to the side stage dancing, humor between the tragic and the cheeky jester eternally Child, which has placed him at an intermediate level between Benigni and Paolo Conte, with the blame for a failure of many friends simplicity and the choice of playing a large part of his repertoire in English or in defiance pseudoitaliano the classics (we've redone the end with an interminable version of "I was dancing in a lesbian bar").

As for my increasingly fragile microcosm I was really pleased to have resolved another of those cycles incredibly significant outstanding in a moment of my life away, waiting to find fulfillment in a supposed sense of philosophy coincidences sensible and unavoidable, such as those so dear to Salvador Dali.
Who would have said more than 10 years ago that one day I had the opportunity to witness live in one of the most authentic and genuine rock legends? I suppose that I need to feel a bit 'indebted to Chris (The Landlord of Bronson), even this round:)


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