Sunday, February 22, 2015

Saturday Music Club returns, still tardy, now

Jawbox: "Apollo Amateur"


Thievery Corporation: "All That We Perceive"


Ana Tijoux (con Jorge Drexler):  "Sacar la voz"

http://www.halftheskymovement.org/30-songs-30-days

Nina Simone: "Backlash Blues"


Ion Bogdan Stefanescu and Horia Maxim: "Blue Shadows In The Street"


David Amram large band: "Tompkins Square Park Consciousness Expander" 

Ran Blake Quartet: "Short Life of Barbara Monk" 

12 comments:

  1. http://www.halftheskymovement.org/30-songs-30-days
    "Sacar la Voz"
    letra: Ana Tijoux /// musica: Andres Celis
    featuring: Jorge Drexler
    translation: Megan McDowell
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    Breathe in, raise your voice
    Soar away like an eagle liberated and rejoice
    Breathe in a future splendor
    It makes more sense if we build it together.
    Free yourself of all the shame,
    Take hold of the reins
    Don’t give in to your oppressor
    Walk tall and without fear.
    Breathe, and raise your voice
    Oooohhhhhhhhh …….
    Oooohhhhhhhhh .......
    Empty are my pockets
    chapped and rough my lips
    My skin has scales
    each time I look into the abyss.
    Shoe soles are worn out,
    and my hands are bound,
    the entrance always with a sign
    says the place is closed down.
    A thorn embedded
    the wound is infected, it’s all connected
    an overflowing rage,
    in the whole and the void.
    stumbling step, on the edge, no accord
    every time I lose the north
    There’s a loss of support
    Time that’ll pierce
    the dagger is fierce
    it kills me, the flame is keen, no relief
    but I have my sanctuary
    I raise my voice
    I’m not alone
    I have me

    Free yourself of all the shame,
    Take hold of the reins
    Don’t give in to your oppressor
    Walk tall and without fear.
    Breathe, and raise your voice

    Love is forgotten, in tatters, gone rotten and scattered
    on the floor all the fragments
    of the pieces that shattered
    The crooked glance
    the clenched fist
    I have nothing, but nothing
    adds up to this abyss
    my jaw is set
    the word is ready
    every letter pointed
    it’s at the crest of the wave
    no pain and no glory
    I’ll write this story
    It’s not about falling
    getting up is the victory
    To come back
    open the door
    be resolved
    be alert
    Raise up the voice that was dead
    and make an orchestra
    Walk upright and without fear.
    Breathe, and raise your voice
    Free yourself of all the shame,
    Take hold of the reins
    Don’t give in to your oppressor
    Walk tall and without fear.
    Breathe, and raise your voice
    hang the rhyme
    from a rope
    it swings in the breeze
    though it doesn’t deserve it
    every heartache
    unleash the voice, every cough
    think of raising your voice

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  2. Thanks, Charlie! Sorry I've been falling down on the Monthly Music roundups.

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  3. Nie to see this back. Hope you're okay.

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  4. Having the rook replaced, its so damn noisy jazz nor classical didn't work, so I'm listening to the loudest rock I've got on the iPod, with over-ear headphones. Right now it's Beatles, previous song was ZZ Top... you get the idea. Only two more days...

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  5. Thanks, Rick...and good luck with the construction. Nearby Seattle's own the Sonics (Evan Lewis says Yes), Jimi Hendryx and Heart (and Nirvana) might do...Portland has Sleator-Kinney and no lack of other Riot Grrls and Womyn...

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  6. Okay, proofread, proofread, etc. That was NICE to see this back. And having the ROOF replaced.

    I finally put on the noise canceling headphones and listened to the three Batman soundtracks.

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  7. Which leads to the question, which three?

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  8. And that fateful corner/band is actually Sleater-Kinney...

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  9. The three by Hans Zimmer:
    Batman Begins
    The Dark Knight
    The Dark Knight Rises

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