4.4.3.3.je.sonet.
ako bublinky vyprchaju z koly
potom zostane ta prava chut
sladka, ale umelohmotna
az sa ti chce z toho plut
namiesto snehu cierne criepky
odbite z vazy duse
namiesto snehu cierne criepky
zaplnaju oblohu puste
s vami ste mi este vzdialenejsi
a mozno som to ja co sa vzdaluje
v nekonecnom mori na odtrhnutom pontone
namiesto snehu cierne criepky
zlepit ich dokopy tou lepkavou kolou
a pokusit sa znovu skusit trafit domovIn Dream A Dream
Simple Minds
November 3, 2009
Arena, ViennaTo say the truth I was afraid. I was afraid because the last time I saw Simple Minds they were fantastic. The best thing I’d ever seen. I was recovering few months from it I can tell… haha. That was in 2006 and now more than 3 years later I bought a ticket to their concert and I’m on the way to Vienna.
It was rainy and cold evening. As expected when we arrived at the venue there was nearly anybody except of the few local punks working at the place. What we heard was the soundcheck which sounded as good as if the show already started with no one in but the members of the band. So the first impression was fantastic (and it didn’t lie).
I don’t remember when the show started. But when the music of the likes like Nouvelle Vague or The Clash finished, the lights went off and the intro began. Simple Minds one by one came finally on stage and the stage was theirs from this early beginning until the very last note. The show started in grand style withMoscow Underground. This song is the perfect opener to the powerful show. The dynamics of the song and the band suggests a rather fabulous night. What Mel Gaynor is doing here is just unbelievable.
Street Fighting Years was a great surprise eventhough Jim Kerr had hinted before they’d probably play it tonight in Vienna. It’s a hard-to-describe song. It has an excellent gradation with a fantastic finale. “I think it was good… or nearly good.” said Jim after the song. Jim, “perfect” is the word! Anyway the best things were still to come.
As promised, Sons & Fascination made it to the setlist. And man, what a choice! Not just it’s my favourite album if I’d have to choose only one, this song is just amazing. The sound is so fresh, sounds like it was made now, not 28 years ago. And the live version on this tour is surely one of the highlights of the concert. Futuristic sounds, the early 1980s in its best – young bands listen to this! It has the most beautiful synths sounds played by Andy Gillespie, brilliant guitars that only Charlie Burchill can make and unreal bass lines that Eddie Duffy knows so well. And in the end it’s not the end because these kinda dark melodies (with masterpiece lyrics from Jim Kerr) fade straight into The American, another masterpiece.
A classic song See The Lights which can’t miss from the Simple Minds concert was the next. Although it’s not my favourite, this time it was better than ever. Followed by I Travel - a song full of energy from the 1980 album Empires And Dance - the show was speeding up the tempo once again. In Trance As Mission, in trance, in dream, raise arm you who were not! Each of the instruments was playing its own thing and all in all what was created was a dreamy atmosphere which everyone who was present could not resist but sank into as soon as the song began with a beautiful guitar intro so typical for Charlie.
Wake up on brilliant days as the first tones of Someone Somewhere In Summertime broke into the air. By that time, there’s no doubt that Somebody Up There Likes Simple Minds and of course us – the lucky audience of the first gig of the Simple Minds Graffiti Soul tour. So while the band played this short instrumental song Jim Kerr had few minutes (to be exact 2 minutes and some seconds) for a really short break so that he could come back on stage in full strength and start another groovy combo of Once Upon A Time from the 1985 so called album + One Step Closer from 2002’s Cry album. One Step Closerlive creates kind of a party atmosphere as Crazy remix did this summer on the U2 360° Tour but without the need of the Claw and giant screens above. Everyone in the audience was swinging, dancing, singing or doing something to express their feelings and the band was on fire.
As the show broke into its second half the band’s globaly most wellknown hit got its place in the setlist. Do I have to name it? Rock me, Amadeus. And after that there was some more space for the new songs. Graffiti Soul is one of them. The whole idea of this “graffiti soul” is just as great as the whole song is. “There’s nothing I’d change in my graffiti soul…”. Rockets – the first single from the new album yet now works fantastic within the crowd.
The set was closed with another surprise – Let It All Come Down and the perfect live song New Gold Dream. If this was the very last song of the concert, I’m sure no one would leave the place until the band comes back on stage again. So they better did. And I can tell you I was so happy to hear Home again because it seems to me that it’s become even more popular live than on the Black and White tour in 2006. Alive And Kicking, Belfast Child with people singing like in choir and the very last song Ghostdancing and that was it. The end.
Just like a moment in time that was the gig. Kiss & Fly and sooner than you realise it’s over. There’s only one thing that I regret. I forgot to bring a camera so that I could capture all those fascinated faces around me including my brother’s who’s only 17 years old. Anyway, what can you do when you see a band enjoying themselves playing together, a singer hitting all those high notes, dancing, smiling on people, guitar player playing so great, smiling on everyone, bassist rocking and singing, the keyboards player doing his best and the best rock’n’roll drummer in the world?
Simple Minds brought us the true joy and so much positive energy that not just filled up the whole building but also the hearts of us who were there. And in the end, there’s only one last question: Can they be any better? If yes, than I just can’t imagine it. Dream a dream, courage of dreams, see you next time!
nic je tu so mnou
Current mood:
ako kazdy vecer, zapnem comp, pustim player a bezducho preklikavam stranky a uz o 3 a pol minuty neviem, co som si prave precitala. spat idem nadranom alebo rano. niekedy. no a ked sa o par hodin zobudim, na chvilu sa zapne aj mozog a spomenie si na vsetko to, co som si mala rozmysliet, napisat, vybavit, zariadit. a to je tak vsetko. potom to znovu presuniem na vecer. vyriesi sa neskor. vypnem mozog, zapnem player, sluchatka v usiach a kaslat na to. len vecer sa stane to iste co vzdy. je neskoro, a jedine co spravim je, ze zapnem comp, player a bezducho preklikavam stranky, akoby tam na mna malo cakat nieco uzasne.
apathetic
ani tu hudbu uz nepocuvam doslovne. je to len taky pokyn hlave ze "okej tu mas daco, cim sa zamestnaj a radsej nemysli." naco sa namahat.
a tak len minuty, pesnicky, hodiny, albumy, dni, koncerty, ubiehaju...a ja stale na tom istom mieste. bezducho do svietiacej obrazovky. a nic je tu so mnou.07/08 and around
On the first day of the new year a voice told me everything's gonna be ok, it's gonna be alright, don't worry. It'll be better
when we take her away for some time and soon it'll be in good order again. In the end it wasn't but I believed it and your
voice believed it too. So I went to sleep again. The voice sounds so distant now.
Crystals from everywhereWolves from everywhere
Crystals from everywhere
Wolves from everywhere
Hear the 8-bit soundTo the eye there's no wound
See that starry night
And colourpants so tight
It shines so bright
Still you feel the dark
And your throat is so tight so tight so tight
now
Dancing and singing, dance away the bitsDancing and singing, you don't feel the flicks
Dancing and singing say I am ready for the floor
But I was not at all
Ready for the fall
No one was, for the miss,
never, you can't beStill wandering in the mist
Never you can't be ready for the miss
Crystals were everywhereWolves were everywhere
Crystals were everywhere
Wolves were everywhere
Wake up again morning empty roomWhen tv's on, but the screen's not
Wake up again morning like in bloom
Outside but feeling like in gloom inside
With a head aching and stomach like on rollYou thought it was so rock'n'roll
Every single night like it's a weekend
But this is the end my only friend the end
Hear that 8-bit soundLook the eye there's no wound)
See that starry night
And colourpants so tight
It shines so bright
Still you feel the dark
And your throat is so tight so tight so tight
now
Dancing and singing, dance away the bitsDancing and singing, you don't feel the flicks
Dancing and singing say I am ready for the floor
But I was not at all
Ready for the fall
Crystals from everywhereWolves from everywhere
Crystals from everywhere
Wolves from everywhere
(Are they here to stare)(Are they here to stay)
I can't see a sight from the window in my room but I still remember the shiny 90'sSo self-piteous, I won't tell you about anything anymore, how the heart swings and so.
So self- piteous. I am sorry for the last thing I could but have never done.
If you only could hear me.
Like if the wolf had been at the gates for that whole year and few times he got
inside and took what he desired the most. Sometimes I see him in the distance.
Death is everywhere
there are flies on the windscreen...
My blog has died. Actually it died few months ago as you might have noticed.
May it rest in peace.
see you in the next life, dear blog!electricity
do you feel the cold drops on your neck
there's gonna happen something great
look up,
do you see the twilight
up on sky
no one has ever flown so high
something glorious is about to happen
something to remember
catch the atmosphere, catch the wind
be like a ghost and a thief
under the stormy sky
you see the concrete in red and white
there's something in the air
nothing to scare...you
something glorious is about to happen
something to remember
catch the atmosphere to your memory
wow what a story!
electricity electricity...
something glorious is about to happen
something to remember
do you feel the drops?
can you still feel the drops?
now that it explodes
now that you get it
now that it explodes
wow what a story
catch the atmosphere to your memory
it's something to remember
something to remember
now that it explodes
now that it explodes
wow what a storysteel dream
After a long time
Of beeing paralysed
Finally i can feel there
Something
Its not very good
No its not very good
Bubbles swim up
And then they just
Just blow up
Only air without oxygen
Its not very good
No its not very good
Not only me not only you
Others have it too
Like moonquake in your stomach
I cant understand
And the music doesnt work
And the friends dont work
And the work dont work
And the bed dont work
And the family dont work
And the drugs dont work
And the hospital dont work
And THAT think didnt work
Its been a year now
Its not happening again
Its here all the time
Still keeping on
Its not very good
Its not very good
Will you wake up from that steel dream?until the ninja comes
Neil McCormick:
"So what can I tell you without infringing copyright? It took two listens to find my way into it, which has to be good a thing. It is dense, twisty, shiny, modern pop music, a big mash up of Eno ambience, Edge electricity, rhythm and soul. There are verses and choruses, though not necessarily in that order (and quite often its hard to tell which is which). It doesn't feel the need to hit you over the head, but has the Ninja confidence to sneak up and take you unawares. It makes love like its making war. It hasn't frontloaded all its big guns. There is a surge in the middle perfectly timed to quell any uprising, and a killer twist at the end. It could be the glittering sonic mind meld of pop rock and soul that Zooropa wanted to be. Or maybe, like Bono, I'm am just prone to exaggeration."
..and until the moment of ninja's arrival i'll be just chillin' and listening to The Whitest Boy Alive. :)
..and then maybe.. a moment of surrender!
dsoij
niekam odist niekam niekam niekam niekam niekam niekam niekam niekam daleko na pust na island na fiji na fuji do dzungle z kresleneho tarzana do mongolska do norska k moru na najuznejsi juh juznej ameriky na cliffs of moher do conemari...........
stratit sat.i.e.
ticho tu sedim
a len tak pozeram
a nic.vedla mna stella
spi
a mna to mozno ani neukludnuje...sa to hovori, ze pes ukludnuje..a mozno aj heja chcem znovu mnichov
o stvrtej rano
tma a zimacakat na prve metro
a byt uplne sama
v cudzom meste a inej krajinea prahu 2005
po patti smith
svetlo, napady, slnkoa banska bystrica
sapito, opera a decka na promenade
dni zvlastnea ked su tie zvlastne dni
vacsinou o tom ani neviem
az spatne zistim, ze to boli onitie dniticho tu sedim
a len tak zijem
a nic...inak vsimli ste si, ze tie oblaky idu dnes rano proti sebe?encore we want some more
thank you
trencin was nice
see you here:HOCHSPANNUNG!
yeah
eternal
It's killing me here
These argues
Quarelling all the time
From time to time
Feeling so tired fromComing from
Calling from
This is not home
It's killing me hereLiving in the cave
Sorry about the fear
Don't know my name
Feeling so tired fromComing from
Calling from
This is not home
It's killing me hereBut I'm still living
Still in the cave hiding
From something I don't know
Feeling so tired fromComing from
Calling from
This is not home
Eternal arguingEternal love
Hate's not eternal
But love
It's killing me hereThe time's running up
Trying to stop
For a moment
a slaciky len raz
s pretlakom v hlave pisem
nestiham nestiham chapat
vsetko okolo
tak vela tak malo
tak blizko tak daleko
co vsetko
vlny a duny, prudy a signaly
frekvencie meniace sa preferencie
s pretlakom v hlave pisem
lepsie ako nic je to co mas
co mas
hladny tomas
s paradajkovym pretlakom
sprav si spaghetti
bude ti lepsie
Lichtenberg v muzeuLichtenberg na uliciach
Lichtenberg na tricku
Lichtenberg na trhu
Lichtenberg vo vlnach
Lichtenberg na stenach
Lichtenberg na ruksaku
no a lichtenstein je zabudnuty...
klavesy sa opakujuklavesy sa opakuju
klavesy sa opakuju
klavesy sa opakuju
a slaciky len raz.pekne.
fialova
chcem zit ako vo videoklipoch
leziem len po spadnutych rebrikoch
vo vysokej trave
s kamennym klobukom na hlave
ocelove nebo
ocelove telo
nie moje
a ani dazd z oci to nezmyje
hrusky zelene zo stromu padaju
vietor fuka
a nelieta len muka
vsetko sa konci nejak skorej
Sunday, June 14, 2009
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