Blink-182 on the market

Posted on 1 februarie 2013 by breathemein

I forgot how punk I am. Just listening to rebels and the stomping pedal (as one would say), just enjoying the music as a filler and as a well-deserved Xanax.

Everytime I hear Tom DeLonge I feel like I am young again and prone to mistakes. And I don’t mind that. I love the feeling of Californian summer and skater skirts and a bass just for me.

Blink-182 is one of the bands I grew up with, one of the many. I have followed them around, like a puppy, so I guess you can call me Fido.

Their music is like me – until 2005 it was young and fun and what-the-heck-mistakes-are-meant-to-be-made, but now it has grown into beautiful poetry.

Yes, I know. I am a little romantic when it comes to my singers and my music, but who’s to say I am wrong with that?

I enjoy it so much, sometimes it’s so peaceful, and sometimes it’s so full of energy, I can’t wait to go outside and laugh.

Yes, Blink-182 has a new record. Yes, they got out of Interscope. Yes, they are still amazing. I just wanna be young again…

And the way Tom says those Ls, you know it’s happening!

Everlast @ Key Club Hollywood 2011

Posted on 20 noiembrie 2012 by breathemein

Pot sa-l leg pe Everlast de mai multe momente din viata mea. Are vocea aia grava care calmeaza si versurile care ma fac sa visez cu ochii deschisi.
Povestile lui sunt simple, dar cu greutate, reale si intalnibile (is that even a word?) oriunde.

In 2004, fix dupa ce-am dat bacul, inca mai aveam vechii prieteni de la Scout, din liceu si de la internet cafe-uri. Imi amintesc de vara aceea ca de ultima vara a copilariei, si piesa asta mereu imi va rasuna in urechi in zilele molcome de vara moldoveneasca. Atunci am crescut cu totii si ne-am ratacit in lumea larga, fara sa mai stim unii de altii, uneori, fara sa ne mai pese. Eram deja oameni mari.

In 2006, cand am avut primul calculator, am ratacit prin hardurile din Regie, cautand ceva, pentru ca hardul meu era destul de gol la acel moment. (Era chiar hardul pe care mi-l cumparase tata cand ne-am vazut dupa ce m-am mutat in Bucuresti…) In aglomeratia de pe hub-ul RegieLive am gasit un album de-al lui Everlast. L-am avut pe mp3 player, apoi pe telefoanele mai destepte de dupa. Stiu ca eram usor deprimata, I don’t need no music expert to tell me that.

In 2011, cand inca mai lucram la un site care promova concerte, am aflat ca Everlast va veni, alaturi de La Coka Nostra, in Romania. Am devenit instant fan, chiar daca nu stiam mare lucru despre ei. Am recuperat si am ascultat to ce-am putut. Sunau bine, totul era perfect, era Everlast. Care n-a mai venit, si eu nu m-am mai dus la concert.

Nu stiu cum as putea descrie motivele pentru care-mi place muzica asta trista si sappy si usor girlie (la versuri, cel putin). Nu vreau sa le descriu. Vreau sa ascult concertul asta alaturi de oricine vrea sa-i dea play, pentru ca there is no art like music. Enjoy.

Sursa poza.

Zbor

Posted on 5 noiembrie 2012 by breathemein

Altii au plutit ieri. Am fost si am privit cerul, care de data asta era senin, curat, cu nori pufosi de vara.
Oamenii s-au echipat si s-au urcat in pasarea gri, care-i astepta flamanda, sa-i arunce cerului.
Oamenii, legati intre ei, prin priviri si corzi si parasute, s-au adunat grabiti in burta mare a pasarii. Eu am ramas la sol, din varii motive care tin de frica.
Daca m-as fi dus cu ei, sus de tot, la 4000 de metri, as fi ascultat un singur cantec in cadere libera. Caci fara el nu-i liniste. Si as fi deschis parasuta undeva dupa minutul 3 si 15…

The Princess

Posted on 23 octombrie 2012 by breathemein

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I was born in Lake Placid. Everything I ever did was in self defense, just trying to hide myself from me.

As I grew up in my father’s house, I began to understand that stairs and blankets don’t shelter me, and I began to believe that somebody touching you would be the greatest achievement.

My room was filled with dolls and nice clothes and I even had a telephone in my room. In my dresser I used to store all my clothes and all my dreams, and I used to play in there.

I started reading at the early age of five, but mostly because my mommy was busy drinking and my daddy was away again. Cartoons were boring, so I had my books and my music to keep me warm, and Maria would come at 9 pm to tuck me into bed.

Our home was surrounded by big fences and tall trees and I was so little, I couldn’t see past them. But my books taught me to see beyond the horizon. I started dreaming about the world outside, and I started hearing the music so much louder…

As I grew up, so did my mother’s habit to drink. And as I grew up, my father started to come by rarely and every time he brought with him different scents and hairs on his coat, and also lots of presents for me. But nothing for my mother. She was busy with Jorje.

I left my big home at 15. It was the first time I went away by myself. Well, not technically by myself. It was just a private school, where I could be with people of my age, without any parents around.

It was a mixed school, so I remember so well no fitting in with the girls. I remember the first time I drank vodka in the bathroom, with one of the boys. He later asked me to suck his penis. Which I tried to do, but it grossed me out.

I remember how no one used to sit with me during lunch , or dinner. I used to sit all alone, and I devoured a book during a week’s time, because no one would talk to me.

The first time I went back home, nobody came to pick me up from the boarding school, so I had to take a bus home. I remember that first voyage as a defining one, because I remember looking out the window at the people outside and thinking how much I loved their freedom, their carelessness, their simplicity. And at home all I had was broken parents with money.

Years have passed, and with each bus that I took, I grew closer to the people in those small cities. They were so abrupt and so sincere, at first they used to look at me all grossed out. But as the time passed, everything seemed easier and they accepted me eventually.

I used to admire the motorcycle gangs. They seemed so wild and so free, like they had not a care in the world. Their hair was all tangled and mostly dirty, and they had tattoos all over their bodies. Their leather jackets would fascinate me, the way they molded over their bodies. I used to look at them, but mostly at their women.

The women were so independent, and they weren’t scared to say to their man „fuck off”. That was what I liked about them. I used to look at their jeans, hugging their bodies, and those biker boots that looked so feminine somehow…

On my last trip home, I stayed with them. I let the bus pass by me, and I entered the bar. All eyes were on me, but I just blushed a little and I went to the bartender. I asked for a scotch and he looked at me. He wanted to say something, but he just nodded and gave me my drink.

For a while, I just sat there. The smoke was becoming more like a fog, and I hadn’t finish half of my drink. The music was not that loud, but I couldn’t understand what it was. My dress was white, with ruffles. Over it I had a denim jacket, and I had some tan cowboy boots. Next to me, my backpack. With everything. Money, IDs, memories.

He came to me. He was taller than me, maybe 6 feet, maybe 6 and a half. He had the leather jacket of the MC I have been watching since forever, and he had a beer belly. His smile would’ve been so charming, if not for a crooked tooth. Still, he seemed like a good man. He wanted to sit next to me, and I understood he was 35. I said „yes”, and I ended up in his room. It had a pinball machine and that is where I had sex for the first time.

I remember nothing of those days, except that I had sex with him and we used to drink together. He introduced me to his gang, and the guys liked me. Not the women, though.

When he started hitting me, I used to wish my daddy was there. But since he wasn’t, I had to defend myself. But I couldn’t. Every time he hit me, he promised he wouldn’t do it again. And he would keep his promise, but after two or three days, he would hit me again.

His friends used to look at my bruises with pity, but soon they got used to them. Only one guy, a blonde one, even taller than the crooked tooth guy (I keep forgetting his name), he used to come to me and looked at me, saying nothing.

After a while, and after both my left eye and my upper lip were bruised, he came to me and said „Let’s run away together”. And we did.

His motorcycle was our home, the road was our bitch. We used to hop on it after two or three bottles of whiskey, and we used to race to the sunset. We never did reach it, but we always tried.

Those were the best days of my life. I was happy, truly happy. Even if I hadn’t had food or water, I had someone that cared for me. He used to run into the fields or into the backyards of the houses in towns we visited, and collect flowers.

One time, he climbed on the City Hall in this small town and he took the flag down and hand it to me. I stripped and I took the flag from his hands and wrapped it around my naked body. He started laughing so much and we made love right there, on the flag.

He used to bring me chocolate after we had too much vodka and he always got me vanilla muffins. We started thinking about getting a dog, while I watched him clean his motorcycle.

The road was good to us and I don’t know how much time we spent driving. I just know I was happy and it was the first time I didn’t need my daddy.

One night we were at this bar. Smoke all over the place, everybody was drunk. Country music was playing. And this huge, fat guy started a fight, out of nowhere, and my boyfriend went outside before I could stop him. And, before I knew it, he was outside, in the cold, dead. Just lying there, in the night. No one around.

I cried over him, but I went back inside. I drank myself under the table, I don’t know how much. I woke up in a room. I think it was a hotel room, but my memories were too fuzzy.

Next to me there was this guy, he must’ve been at least 50. With a bald patch in the front and a ponytail in the back. He was skinny and shorter than me, and he was covered with tattoos. We were both naked and I think… No, I am sure we had sex.

I woke him up and said he should go away, which he did. I was alone for a few hours, and around 4 pm I noticed a bottle of rum. It wasn’t full, but it still had more than half of it. I drank it all, and went back to the bar.

As I entered, the ponytail looked at me and wanted to say something, but I ignored him and he stopped. As I drank more scotch, another guy came to me. He was a normal looking guy, with glasses and a suit, and we went back to the motel room. We got drunk and we had sex, and at six am I kicked him out.

The same story happened the next day, and the day after that, and the days after that. I can’t remember why I did that, but I remember that I was alone. Sometimes, I asked the guys I had sex with to drive me somewhere. And they did. A few of them treated me badly, but I didn’t care anymore.

All I wanted now was booze and a roof. I was ever cold and ever lonely, and the bars became my home. I missed him and I missed my home, but I was so sick of me, I couldn’t go back there. So my place was nowhere and I was left to wander through the country, with a flag in my backpack and a bottle of something in my hand.

I wish I could’ve learn to ride his motorcycle. I could’ve run away with it, drive into this world, and not feel so alone. I wish I could just ride.

Muzica

Posted on 8 octombrie 2012 by breathemein

Muzica e pentru orice. Asa cum in filme avem soundtrack-ul care mentine echilibrul psihologic al personajelor, asa trebuie tratata muzica si in viata reala.

De multe ori aud fraza „I can relate to that!”, auzind o piesa. Uneori sunt eu persoana care o gandeste.

Am muzica pentru plans. Muzica pentru ras. Muzica de dormit. Porn music. Sexy music (which is different). Angry music. Drive-insanely-fast music. Sports music. Muzica de stat. Muzica de facut treaba. Muzica de linger.

Cineva mi-a zis o data ca toata viata mea e un soundtrack. Si da, este. Si am nevoie de sunetele astea, si am nevoie de cuvintele de pe ele, si am nevoie de toata galagia lor, ca s-o acopar pe cea din mine, si pe cea de-afara, si pe cea din lume…

Muzica nu e galagie. E sentiment. Si imi place cand mi se zbarleste pielea. Imi place cand simt ca inima imi bate mai repede si respiratia mi se intretaie, ca dupa o fuga lunga. Iar uneori ma intreb daca fug de mine, atunci cand fug in muzica…

Muzica nu e galagie. Deschide ochi si deschide inimi si, in timp ce ma inchid in mine mai adanc, simt cum ma deschid, mai pura si mai fara pata.

Muzica nu e galagie. E suflet si e putere si, daca nu e putere, ti-o da, ti-o arunca cu totul si te loveste cu ea, fara mila si fara tagada.

Cum as putea sa ignor strigatele din muzica, tacerile lungi si suferintele aprinse? Ma simt atat de atinsa de tot ce e nota, tot ce e cuvant, si-mi place s-o absorb in mine secunda cu secunda, pana ce toata fiinta mea devine sunet. Si stiu ca, orice s-ar intampla, muzica e acolo, perete intre mine si lume, caci lumea mea e departe si lumea mea e sfanta si lumea mea-i curata. Aici nimic nu e negru, e liniste si pace si sunt acasa.

Albumul lunii septembrie: The Killers – Battle Born

Posted on 5 octombrie 2012 by breathemein

Cui ii era dor de The Killers pre-Day & Age? Mie! Pentru toata suflarea indie-wannabe-80s-wannabe-brit-something-wannabe (da, stiu, nu ma pricep la genuri si clasificari, sue me), Battle Born (for some unknown reason, imi vine sa scriu numai Born Again, o sa vedeti de ce) este ceea ce ar fi trebuit sa fie Day & Age.

Pentru cineva care e fan The Killers, Battle Born e ALBUMUL. Poti asculta piesele, fara sa fii sigur carei etape din viata lor le atribui. Poti fi sigur ca s-au maturizat, atat pe plan profesional, cat si pe plan personal. Poti incerca sa regasesti salbaticiunea Las Vegas-ului, asa cum numai Brandon Flowers o poate descrie. Poti invata sa iubesti curvele si betiile si greselile, cum numai Brandon Flowers o face, cu tot sufletul sau mormon si socially awkward. Bine, poate nu e socially awkward, dar mie asa imi pare.

Battle Born e albumul lor de rezistenta, dupa un tumult inregistrat pe mai multe planuri. Creativitatea a fost lasata libera, fara nicio jena fata de povestile siropoase de dragoste si episoadele de rock anthems. Cand spun ca Battle Born e un album bun, nu o spun din prisma unui fan avid de muzica noua (desi e si asta un factor). O persoana care a avut de la inceput cam 80% din fiecare album The Killers constant in playlist e mai mult decat un fan. Cineva care nu poate trai fara sa asculte si povestile din Nevada incepe sa vada si sa simta cu ochii lui Flowers si uneori nu ma pot abtine sa nu cad prada visatului cu eyes wide open, just because.

Venit dupa o pauza de vreo 2 ani, Battle Born e regasirea The Killers-ilor, zvacul lor original si emotiile adolescentine (da, pare o chestiune usoara, dar nu trebuie tratata ca atare), combinat cu o suferinta si o seriozitate aparute in urma cresterii ca persoana. In octombrie 2011, conform Wikipedia, trupa s-a reunit. Dupa momentele initiale, in care totul a fost ciudat, a aparut Runaways. Runaways si Miss Atomic Bomb sunt „the backbone of this album”, dupa cum declara insusi domnul Flowers, si bine zice. Ascultand Runaways pentru prima data, am simtit cum stilul The Killers binecunoscut ma inunda si ma copleseste, asa ca pot sa ii sustin afirmatia.

Albumul debuteaza cu Flesh and Bone, o piesa cu o tenta usor electronica, care la primele note te face sa te intrebi ce cauta pe un album rock. Versurile, usor introspective at first, te deruta si apoi Brandon Flowers face ce stie el mai bine. Un rock anthem exploziv si energic, care deschide calea unui album extraordinar.

Runaways, singlelul ales pentru promovare, e o poveste tragica (as zice eu) de dragoste, in spiritul direct si confuz, in acelasi timp, al lui Brandon. O poveste ciudata de iubire, in care lucrurile merg prost dintr-o graba stupida, dar imi place totusi nota usor pozitiva, speranta ca pana la sfarsitul totul se va indrepta. Instrumentele fac totul in piesa asta si imi place energia ei ciudata.

A treia piesa, The Way It Was, e un ceva ce nu pot descrie. Nu-mi place extraordinar de mult, dar nu-mi displace incat s-o sterg din playlist. E usor seaca, usor banala, iarasi versuri despre Elvis si povesti despre County-ul din care sunt si, dintr-o data, incepe povestea… Refrenul compenseaza pentru starea confuza. Imi place ca e o piesa linistita, o piesa care te face sa vrei sa conduci fara capota pe o sosea, cu soarele ce apune in spatele tau…

Here With Me e prima balada de pe album. Dominata de keyboard si vocea lui Flowers, e o declaratie de dragoste atat de simpla si de directa, incat as putea s-o tin pe repeat si sa ma indragostesc de tine in fiecare zi…

A Matter of Time e efortul combinat al celor 4 membri ai formatiei. Ciudata si energica, impiedicata pe alocuri, cu tente de rock si disco(?) al anilor 80, inca nu m-am hotarat daca imi place sau nu, desi nu o s-o sterg din playlist (imi da uneori senzatia de My List, o alta piesa buna de la The Killers).

A sasea piesa e pur si simplu ciudata. Nu stiu cum s-o descriu si nici nu cred ca am ascultat-o de mai mult de cinci ori. Nu cred ca-mi va placea vreodata, desi cred ca o pastrez pentru ca mi se pare ca are o tenta usor biblica. I can’t quite put my finger on it. Muzical vorbind, Deadlines and Commitments e o piesa simpla, fara hookups sau chestii catchy, fara versuri usoare, imbogatita mult de sintetizatoare (I blame Brandon here too).

Miss Atomic Bomb. The backbone of the album. Se simte atat de mult The Killers in piesa asta, atat muzical, cat si in versuri. Gasesti de toate: the bad girl, sperante, naivitate, deceit, toata buba care suntem noi, oamenii. O sa vrei sa gonesti pe autostrada, sa cresti viteza odata cu tempo-ul piesei, o sa vrei sa dai din picioare, fara sa-ti dai seama. O sa vrei, ca mine, sa o asculti pe un stadion plini de oameni, care-l acopera pe Flowers si care striga si sar mai sus decat el.

Hmm… The Rising Tide. De aproape trei saptamani nu am o explicatie plauzibila pentru piesa asta. Electro. 80s. Tobe. Versuri de la The Killers. Incepe sec si se termina energic. Dar, daca ma intrebi, nu stiu de ce o pastrez in playlist, pentru ca de fiecare data ii dau skip (I use suffle a lot).

Heart of a Girl, a noua piesa de pe album, imi pare un lullaby. Din cate stiu eu, Brandon Flowers e „posesorul” unei fetite, dar daca ma insel, astept corectarile de rigoare. Nu ma atinge prea mult, dar piesa e foarte linistita si reuseste sa transmita mesajul dorit.

From Here On Out e o… „chestie”. Imi place aspectul ei usor jumpy, so 80s (cum ar zice MTV), senzatia de cantec „popular” (de la tara, adica) transformat. Bine, asta e doar ideea mea, dar am senzatia ca Nevada a „suferit” de multe astfel de creatii populare/anonime si li se potriveste tare bine celor de la The Killers.

Be Still e o balada introspectiva, mult prea intensa pentru ce stiu eu ca sunt baladele de la The Killers. E pur si simplu superba, prin compozitia si mesajul ei. Versul meu preferat e: „Life is short to say the least/We’re in the belly of the beast”. PS: pe refren are un usor vibe de George Michael prin anii 80.

Piesa care da titlul albumului. Battle Born. Titlul e ales special pentru ca pe steagul Nevadei sta scris „Battle Born” (Nevada a devenit stat in timpul Razboiului Civil din 1861-1865). Trebuie sa recunosc ca e piesa mea preferata de pe album. Imi place feelingul de concert pe stadion pe care il am cand o ascult. Imi place ca simt cum prind viteza cand ascult „up against the wall”. Imi place energia pe care mi-o insufla. Imi place mesajul sau, de a continua, oricat de greu e drumul. Tobele se impletesc cu chitarile perfect, iar vocea lui Flowers seamana cu a unui copil rasfatat care vrea totul ACUM. E un final atat de bun al albumului, incat il vei mai asculta o data.

Tracklist:

Flesh and Bone (Flowers) – 9

(This could decay)
This could decay
Like the valley below
Defences are down
The stakes are high
(Scouting the crowd for a face of compassion)
The fairytale end
(To face off the journey that fathers no more)
The staggering blow
(You’ll find the truth in the roots of desire)
You lead with your chin
(Thinkin’ with your corners, just a compass and the sun)
This could be real
(Thinkin’ with your corners, just a)
Simple

Runaways (Flowers) – 9

We used to look at the stars and confess our dreams
Hold each other to the morning light
We used to laugh, now we only fight
Baby are you lonesome now?

The Way It Was (Flowers, Keuning, Stoermer, Vannucci and Lanois) – 9

If I go on
With you by my side
Can it be
The way it was
When we met
Did you forget all about those golden nights?

Here with Me (Flowers and Healy) – 9

Don’t want your picture
On my cell phone
I want you here with me
Don’t want your memory
In my head now
I want you here with me

A Matter of Time (Flowers, Keuning, Stoermer, Vannucci) – 8.5

I know you’re weary, look at me
Flailing in the corner
Here’s the towel
Go on, throw it in

It was a matter of time
Can’t you see that it’s tearing me up inside?
Look what’s laying at our feet
That’s the wreckage of broken dreams
And burned out halos
And it’s here on our street

Deadlines and Commitments (Flowers) – 8

If you should fall upon hard times
If you should lose your way
There is a place
Here in this house
That you can stay

Miss Atomic Bomb (Flowers and Vannucci) – 9.5

Miss Atomic Bomb
Making out, we’ve got the radio on
You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone
You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone

Racing shadows under moonlight
Through the desert on a hot night
And for a second there we’d won
Yeah, we were innocent and young

The Rising Tide (Flowers) – 8

The streets of persuasion
Are plated with gold
Your heart’s in the right place,
But you travel down the wrong road
Like so many before you
The gates open wide
Here come the rising tide (rising tide)

Heart of a Girl (Flowers, Keuning, Stoermer, Vannucci and Lanois) – 8

That night I called her and she said
„Daddy daddy daddy, all my life
I’ve been trying to find my place in the world”
And I said to her
„Baby baby babe, I got all night to listen to the heart of a girl”

From Here On Out (Flowers) – 8.5

Hey, from here from out
Friends are gonna be hard to come by
Left us wonderin’ what it all was about
He had it easy, man he chose the hard way
Walk that old, lonely road in the shadow of a doubt
From here on out

Be Still (Flowers and Lanois) – 9

Be still
Close your eyes
Soon enough you’ll be on your own
Steady and straight
And if they drag you through the mud
It doesn’t change what’s in your blood
(Over chains)
When they knock you down

Battle Born (Flowers, Keuning, Stoermer, Vannucci) – 10

Up against the wall (Up against the wall)
There’s something dying on the street
When they knock you down (Up against the wall)
You’re gonna get back on your feet
Cause you can’t stop now (Cause you can’t stop now)
Did they break your heart? (Did they break your heart?)
And did they cause your soul to mourn
Remember what I said
Boy you was battle born
Cause you can’t stop now (Cause you can’t stop now)

Come on show your face
Come on give us one more spark
So we’ll start a fire
Unless we fall into the dark
And you can’t stop now (No, you can’t stop now)

Albumul, in varianta Deluxe Edition, mai are inca 3 piese. Carry Me Home (Flowers), o electronica-disco-rock anthem care nu inteleg cum de n-a ajuns pe albumul standard. Un remix de la Jacques Lu Cont al piesei Flesh and Bone, destul de bun (spune o persoana careia nu ii plac remixurile). Observ ca nu e prima data cand Jacques Lu Cont remixeaza o piesa de la The Killers si imi place, deci probabil ca face ceva bine. Prize Fighter e o alta declaratie de dragoste, cum numai Flowers stie sa faca. Comparatii peste comparatii si energie si cuvinte simple adresate oamenilor simpli, care exprima doar iubire.

Per total, albumul nu e bun. E foarte bun. Desi la prima vedere, piesele nu se „leaga”, tema e aceeasi. Renasterea. Trupa a renascut. A redevenit ceea ce e a fost, din punct de vedere al stilului. Fanii vechi recunosc asta de la primele acorduri. Fanii noi ar putea fi usor derutati dupa Day & Age. Ne-fanii nu prea ar gusta asa ceva, poate doar ascultatorii de 80s electronica. Tematic vorbind, e despre depasirea obstacolelor. Despre renasterea din cenusa. Tehnic, about being battle born.
Sursa poza.

Muse – Madness

Posted on 6 septembrie 2012 by breathemein

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Review neasteptat (din lipsa de rabdare si din prea mult entuziasm). Madness are o zi pe YouTube. A fost pe repeat toata ziua. Comentarii pe marginea articolului de pe Wikipedia:

According to NME, „Madness” draws influences from Queen’s „I Want to Break Free”, George Michael’s „Faith” and some instrumental elements of his other hit I Want Your Sex.

During a preview on French site Jeuxactu, the song was said to resemble Depeche Mode and describes it as ‘calm, languid and sweet’. It is also said to heavily resemble the track „Undisclosed Desires” from the band’s previous album, The Resistance.

Can’t really see the resemblance, doar o tenta de Angels and Airwaves in aer, sunetul distant rock pe care-l au ei de fiecare data, sunet care vine cu goose bumps la pachet, si vocea lui Bellamy, la fel de sigura pe ea ca intotdeauna, indepartata si rece, si totusi calda si sfioasa.

Matthew Bellamy stated that the song started as a personal reflection after a fight with his girlfriend; and how after she had gone to her mothers house he began to realise „yeah, she was right, wasn’t she?”.

By now, he should’ve known that she’s always right. 🙂

In a separate interview, Bellamy stated the song was the band’s attempt to strip down the sound of the album, and that the song has its roots in 12 bar blues with gospel, soul and R&B influences. He went on to conclude that, „It’s the song I’m probably most proud of on the album for sure.”

Iar in ciuda fanilor pe care ii vor pierde cu acest album, ma bucura sa-l vad atat de mandru de ceea ce a facut. Pentru ca tot timpul vede alta cale, si chiar daca nu e apreciata de ortodocsi, ii vine ca o manusa.

N-am avut rabdare sa ma uit la clip. Am vazut ca e mostly un amestec de imagini haotice si mi se pare ca seamana la culori foarte mult cu „Time Is Running Out”.

Ca sunet, Muse s-a indepartat de ce faceau pana acum. Au imbratisat dubstepul si-l folosesc peste tot. Sound-ul e clear de alte sunete, iar repetitia lor poate deveni obositoare pentru fanii obisnuiti cu stadium anthems pline de energie livrate de Muse pana in 2009. Bine, dupa „The Resistance” am observat un curent intre fanii vechi, care si-ar fi dorit ca trupa sa aprofundeze directia aia mai mult. Pe mine, albumul din 2009 m-a lasat un pic indecisa, eu nefiind fana a muzicii fara cuvinte (intre timp, lucrurile s-au mai schimbat, dar nu de tot).

Mi-a placut cum a descris Matthew Bellamy albumul – „christian gangsta rap jazz odyssey, with some ambient rebellious dubstep and face melting metal flamenco cowboy psychedelia.” si am incredere in his mixing capabilities, asa ca abia astept sa vad cum suna.

„Madness” pare statica. Ar fi putut fi promovata si fara album. E o piesa care se descurca bine si singura si sunt sigura ca va reusi sa prezinte albumul exact asa cum e. E o piesa cu personalitate. In prima faza, pare usor inchisa, datorita ritmului cadentat si fix, fara prea multe inflorituri. Sunetele sunt putine, ritmul nu e elaborat, instrumentele ies in fata unul cate unul si ocupa bune bucati din piesa. Cel mai mult mi-a placut declaratia Rolling Stone:

Rolling Stone stated that the single sees Muse „swap bombastic bass brutality with wubby subtleties as Matthew Bellamy croons over a surprisingly gentle pop track.”

Desi n-as descrie bass-ul ca fiind brutal, the wubby subtleties sunt un pic mai mult de atat si piesa evolueaza si creste incet, dar sigur catre momentul cheie de la minutul 3:30, unde se intampla minuni:

And now I have finally seen the end
(Finally seen the end)
And I’m not expecting you to care
(Expecting you to care)
But I have finally seen the light
(Finally seen the light)
I have finally realized
(Realized)
I need to love
I need to love

Come to me,
Just in a dream
Come on and rescue me.
Yes I know, I can be wrong
Maybe I’m too headstrong
Our love is
(Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma…)
Madness