Quattordici ore.
Sono quattordici le ore filate d'ascolto della nuova splendente gemma regalatami dal Regale Bianco Duca. Il lunedì della settimana è un poco meno cupo, il suono del Duca mi accompagnerà lungo il mio settimanale cammino e mi addolcirà le quotidiane fatiche.
Il tempo sembra avere differenti velocità quando abbracciato a perfette creazioni soniche che aritmicamente scandiscono i rintocchi. Non il suono, ma il tempo è costretto ad uniformarsi alla dinamica che esce dalle casse.
L'ideale di eleganza e perfezione che da sempre accompagna il Divino Davide, mai interrotto nella sua attenzione del non farsi ingoiare dalle fauci del "Golia-Suono" come unico riferimento, ma deciso nel puntare all'architettura della canzone come desiderio di esaltazione della propria capacità artistica, l'eleganza - si diceva - è viva e presente e si intarsia nella struttura dei brani, li risplende, li magnifica.
La luce delle stelle è ancora visibile nelle sue parole, nella tensione che la sua voce genera.
L'acusticamente perfetta e commercialmente mirata "New Killer Star", primo singolo estratto dal disco, è un perfetto spaccato dell'intero, ennesimo, stupefacente lavoro del Bowie: la poesia del testo si sposa deliziosamente con le note recitate dalla sua band.
La creativa e autocelebrativa "Never Get Old" prosegue il discorso, amabilmente sospeso dall'omaggio a Pablo Picasso effettuato con una cover di un brano di Jonathan Richman. Se per un attimo ci si ferma a leggere il testo introspettivo di "Never Get Old" (che significa qualcosa come "Non diverrò MAI vecchio") si potrà cogliere una nuova caratteristica del mio Idolo: il fatto di accettare e rispettosamente scanzonare le proprie paure. Leggiamo infatti: "The sky splits open to a dull, red skull And my head hangs low 'cause it's all over now there's never gonna be enough money there's never gonna be enough drugs I'm never, ever gonna get old There's never gonna be enough bullets There's never gonna be enough sex And I'm never, ever gonna get old The moon flows on to the end of the world because of you". Vi rendete conto? Romanticismo e Realismo al massimo valore raggiungibile. "Io non invecchierò mai anche se non ci saranno abbastanza droghe, sufficienti soldi, incessanti sessioni di sesso, interminabili echi di munizioni esplose in lontananza".
Raffrontato alla strofa (presa da "Looking For Water") recitante: "But I lost God in a New York minute I don't know about you, but my heart's not in it I can't breathe the air, can't raise the fight 'Cause all we've got left is a beat in the night, and I'm Looking for water" ci possiamo rendere conto della maturtità artistica e spirituale raggiunta dal Nostro Maestro.
Non crediate che sia un disco "semplicemente" decadente: la vivacità, le prospettive, la voglia di rivalsa e l'arroganza dettata della volontà di migliorare il mondo sono comunque presenti: la cattiveria echeggiante dalla title track "Reality" ne è altare di celebrazione. In questa traccia, dopo aver ripassato il roboante comportamento tenuto nella sua vita, il Duca termina dicendoci pressapoco: "Ho avuto ragione e ho avuto torto - Ora sono tornato al punto di partenza -Non ho mai tenuto in gran conto la realtà" con un tono di voce sfacciatamente goliardico che ben ci lascia intendere cosa abbia nel mirino con quelle parole.
Termino ricordando che con "Try Some, Buy Some", il Cuore pieno di cicatrici del Bowie ha voluto ricordare l'amico chitarrista dei Beatles George Harrison, tragicamente scomparso, a causa di un incurabile male, l'anno passato.
Un gran disco, non c'è che dire. E che Dio mi perdoni se non sono stato in grado di darne il lustro che merita. Scrissi che il Bowie non è un musicista ma uno "stato mentale". Oro sono qui a gridarlo ancora più forte.
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02 Pablo Picasso (04:05)
- Album: Reality
- Lyrics and music by Jonathan Richman
Swinging on the back poarch
Jumping off a big wall
Pablo's feeling better now
Hanging by his fingernails
Swinging on the back poarch
Jumping off a big line
Pablo's feeling better now
Hanging by his fingernails
Well, some people try to pick up girls and they get called assholes
This never happened to Pablo Picasso
The girls would turn the color of a juicy avacado
When he would drive down their street in his El Dorado
He could walk down your street, girls could not resist his stare
So Pablo Picasso was never called an asshole
Not like you
Wow!
Swinging on the back poarch
Jumping off a big wall
Pablo's feeling better now
Hanging by his fingernails
Swinging on the back poarch
Jumping off a big wall
Pablo's feeling better now
Hanging by his fingernails
He could walk down your street and girls could not resist his stare
Pablo Picasso never got called an asshole
Well, the girls would turn the color of a juicy avacado
When he would drive down their street in his El Dorado
Well, he was only 5'3" but girls could not resist his stare
Pablo Picasso never got called an asshole
Not in New York
Wow!
Swinging on the back poarch
Jumping off a big wall
Pablo's feeling better now
Hanging by his fingernails
Swinging on the back poarch
Jumping off a big wall
Pablo's feeling better now
Hanging by his fingernails
03 Never Get Old (04:24)
Better take care
I think I better go, better get a room
Better take care of me
Again and again
I think about this and I think about personal history
Better take care
I breath so deep when the movie gets real
When the star turns round
Again and again
Looks me in the eye, says he's got his mind on a countdown(3,2,1)
Forever
I'm screaming that I'm gonna be living on till the end of time
Forever
The sky splits open to a dull red skull
My head hangs low cause it's all over now
And there's never gonna be enough money
And there's never gonna be enough drugs
And I'm never ever gonna get old
There's never gonna be enough bullets
There's never gonna be enough sex
And I'm never ever gonna get old
So I'm never ever gonna get high
And I'm never ever gonna get low
And I'm never ever gonna get old
Better take care
The moon flows on to the edges of the world because of you
Again and again
And I'm awake in an age of light and living it because of you
Better take care
I'm looking to the future, solid as a rock
Because of you
Again and again
Wanna be here, then I wanna be there
Living just like you, living just like me
Forever
Putting on my gloves
And I bury my bones in the marshland
Forever
Think about my soul
But I don't need a thing
Just the ring of the bell in the pure clean air
And I'm running down the street of life
And I'm never gonna let you die
And I'm never ever gonna get old
And I'm never ever gonna get...
I'm never ever gonna get...
And I'm never ever gonna get old
And I'm never ever gonna get...
And I'm never ever gonna get...
I'm never ever gonna get old
04 The Loneliest Guy (04:11)
- Album: Reality
- Lyrics and music by David Bowie
Streets turn from walls
Empty smell, that's all
Weeds between buildings
Pictures on my hard drive
But I'm the luckiest guy
Not the loneliest guy
Steam on the floor
Shots by the mirror's frame
Clouds green and old
No Sign No nothing Now
But I'm the luckiest guy
Not the loneliest guy
All the pages that have turned
All the errors left unlearned, oh
But I'm the luckiest guy
Not the loneliest guy
In the world
Not me
Not me
09 Try Some, Buy Some (04:24)
- Album: Reality
- Lyrics and music by George Harrison
Way back in time
Someone said try some
I tried some
Now buy some
I bought some
Oh, ho
After a while
When I had tried them
Denied them
I opened my eyes and I saw you
Not a thing did I have
Not a thing did I see
'Till I called on your love
And your love came to me
Woh, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
Woh, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
Oh, ho, ho, ho, ho
Through my life
I've seen gray sky
Met big fry
Seen them die to get high
Oh, ho, ho
And when it seemed that I would
Always be lonely
I opened my eyes and I saw you
Not a thing did I feel
Not a thing did I know
'Till I called on your love
And your love sure did grow
Woh, ho, oh, ho, ho, ho
Woh, ho, ho, ho, oh, ho
Oh, ho, ho, ho, ho
Won't you try some?
Baby, won't you buy some?
Won't you try some?
Baby, won't you buy some?
Woh, woh, woh, ho, oh
Woh, woh, woh, ho, oh
Woh, woh, woh, oh
Woh, woh, woh, ho, oh
10 Reality (04:23)
- Album: Reality
- Lyrics and music by David Bowie
Tragic youth was looking young and sexy
The tragic youth was wearing tattered black jeans
Bearing arms and flooring all her mischief
The tragic youth was growing down on me
And I swear
Hoo, hoo
Yes, I swear
I feel the wall of silence separate us
I hear the morning junk, her wretched highs
I spin from Planet X to Planet Alpha
Struggling for reality
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Woo, hoo
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Woo hoo
Hey, now my sight is failing in this twilight
Duh duh duh duh duh-duh duh-duh-duh
Now my death is more than just a sad song
Da duh duh duh duh-duh duh-duh-duh
And I swear
Hoo, hoo
Yes, I swear
Hoo, hoo
I still don't remember how this happened
I still don't get the 'wherefores' and the 'whys'
I look for scent and I get next to nothing
Hey, boy, welcome to reality
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Woo, hoo
I've been right, but I've been wrong
Now I'm back where I started from
Never looked over reality's shoulder
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Huh, ha, ha, ha
Woo, hoo
Huh, ha, ha
Woo, hoo
Wooh
12 Waterloo Sunset (03:27)
Dirty old river, must you keep rolling
Flowing into the night
People so busy, makes me feel dizzy
Taxi light shines so bright
But I don't need no friends
As long as I gaze on Waterloo sunset
I am in paradise
Every day I look at the world from my window
Chilly, chilly is the evening time
Waterloo sunset's fine
Terry meets Julie at Waterloo Station
Every Friday night
But I am so lazy, don't want to wander
I stay at home at night
But I don't feel afraid
As long as I gaze on Waterloo sunset
I am in paradise
Every day I look at the world from my window
Chilly, chilly is the evening time
Waterloo sunset's fine
Millions of people swarming like flies 'round Waterloo underground
But Terry and Julie cross over the river
Where they feel safe and sound
And they don't need no friends
As long as they gaze on Waterloo sunset
They are in paradise
Waterloo sunset's fine (Waterloo sunset's fine)
Waterloo sunset's fine (Waterloo sunset's fine)
Waterloo sunset's fine (Waterloo sunset's fine)
Waterloo sunset's fine
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Altre recensioni
Di Dune Buggy
Una star che vuole smettere gli abiti di trasformista e indossare quelli di musicista valido.
Reality è un disco di passaggio verso un futuro rock si spera meno spento e freddino.
Di GrantNicholas
Un disco di grande classe, cosa a cui il Duca Bianco del resto ci ha abituati da sempre.
Non all'altezza (ovviamente) dei grandi classici, ma ne uscissero di più oggigiorno di dischi così...
