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Vorrei introdurmi in questo sito scrivendo una recensione su quello che rimane il mio Film-Concerto preferito di sempre: "Genesis In Concert". Registrato nel 1976, è un'importante documento di quella che rimane uno dei più affascinanti tour della Band: quello a supporto dell'album "A Trick Of The Tail", primo album senza la carismatica e teatrale figura di Peter Gabriel, mancanza che, ovviamente, viene trascinata anche nel successivo tour a supporto.
Quella tourné fu la prima a vedere Collins nelle vesti di cantante, e alla batteria il fantastico Bill Bruford, di Crimsoniana memoria. Questo Film, per la precisione è stato registrato all'Apollo Theatre di Glasgow e alla Bingey Hall a Staffordshire, il 9 e 10 Luglio e vede la regia di Tony Maylam.
Saltata questa noiosa quanto doverosa presentazione, arriviamo ai contenuti.
Il Film si apre con le note iniziali di "I Know What I Like" sovrapposte al lavoro pre-concerto dei Roadies, circa a metà canzone avviene il cambio di scena e si arriva finalmente al palco.Il divertimento è palpabile, con un Collins che va in giro distribuendo cappelli a destra e a manca, lo stesso cantare il ritornello della popolare canzone insieme a un sempre più allampanato Micheal Rutherford nel medesismo microfono. Da subito si nota il particolarissimo Drumming di Bruford:una goduria per gli intenditori.Questo impetuoso inizio viene seguito dalla seconda parte (eseguita in versione strumentale) di "Fly On A Winshield", seconda traccia del concept album "The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway", esecuzione perfetta, con un Bill Bruford che sperimenta tutto sorridente sulle sue strambe percussioni. A questa si collega subito "Carpet Crawl", altra traccia dall'ultimo album con Gabriel. Devo dire di essere molto legato a questa versione, essendo la prima per me riguardo questo magnifico pezzo. Tutto perfetto: le sognanti tastiere di Tony Banks, i ricami chitarristici di Steve Hackett, la dodici corde di Rutherford, la batteria stupendamente irregolare di Bruford e infine, la personale interpretazione vocale di Collins, che si rivela più sognante e meno profonda di quella di Gabriel. Insomma, sono brividi.
Si prosegue con la sezione finale di "Cinema Show", che ha come contributo visivo extra-palco un filmato in bianco e nero che in una qualche maniera rimanda al nervosismo del pezzo. L'interpretazione è tiratissima, notevolmente più veloce dell'originale, e con la coppia batteristica Collins-Bruford semplicemente inimitabile, che si destreggia in tempi dispari in maniera unica. Si arriva alla prima performance dall'(allora)ultima fatica in studio, il pezzo in questione è "Entagled", molto suggestivo, con il palco semi-illuminato, tre chitarre e la voce soffice di Collins. Il maestoso finale è accompagnato da un video molto suggestivo. Il dolce arpeggio chitarristicho di Hackett introduce alla sezione finale di "Supper's Ready". Nella versione originale, propio su queste delicate note, vi è un solista di flauto eseguito da Gabriel, qui è sostituito da un sintetizzatore di Banks. Eccoci giunti in "Apocalipse in 9/8", che vede un Bruford in grande spolvero. Il pezzo si conclude con la magnifica parte finale, quasi ecclesiastica, con un Collins brillante. Propio il barbuto Cantante-Batterista ringrazia il pubblico e introduce l'ultimo pezzo, che è anche l'ultimo pezzo di "A Trick Of The Tail": lo strumentale di "Los Endos". Grande pezzo e magistrale esecuzione, a mio avviso la migliore di sempre. Sul finale appaiono i titoli di coda.
Che dire, questo è un Concerto (anche se incompleto...) che difficilmente si scorda. Poi avrà semore un posto speciale nel mio cuore di appassionato, essendo il primo filmato dal vivo che abbia mai visto dei Genesis, erano i tempi nei quali conoscevo solo "Selling Englan By The Puond".
Consigliatissimo ai fan, soprattutto ora che è disponibile in version ufficiale nel DVD Bonus di "Trick...".
Elenco tracce testi e video
02 Carpet Crawlers (00:00)
There is lambswool under my naked feet.
The wool is soft and warm,
-gives off some kind of heat.
A salamander scurries into flame to be destroyed.
Imaginary creatures are trapped in birth on celluloid.
The fleas cling to the golden fleece,
Hoping they'll find peace.
Each thought and gesture are caught in celluloid.
There's no hiding in my memory.
There's no room to void.
The crawlers cover the floor in the red ochre corridor.
For my second sight of people, they've more lifeblood than before.
They're moving. They're moving in time to a heavy wooden door,
Where the needle's eye is winking, closing in on the poor.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
"You've got to get in to get out
You've got to get in to get out."
There's only one direction in the faces that I see;
It's upward to the ceiling, where the chambers said to be.
Like the forest fight for sunlight, that takes root in every tree.
They are pulled up by the magnet, believing that they're free.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
"You've got to get in to get out
You've got to get in to get out."
Mild mannered supermen are held in kryptonite,
And the wise and foolish virgins giggle with their bodies glowing bright.
Through a door a harvest feast is lit by candlight;
It's the bottom of a staircase that spirals out of sight.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
"You've got to get in to get out
You've got to get in to get out."
The porcelain mannikin with shattered skin fears attack.
The eager pack lift up their pitchers- the carry all they lack.
The liquid has congealed, which has seeped out through the crack,
And the tickler takes his stickleback.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
"You've got to get in to get out
You've got to get in to get out."
03 Squonk (00:00)
Like father like son
Not flesh nor fish nor bone
A red rag hangs from an open mouth.
Alive at both ends but a little dead in the middle,
A-tumbling and a-bumbling he will go.
All the King's horses and all the King's men
Could never put a smile on that face.
He's a sly one, he's a shy one
Wouldn't you be too.
Scared to be left all on his own.
Hasn't a, hasn't a friend to play with, the Ugly Duckling
The pressure on, the bubble will burst before our eyes.
All the while in perfect time
His tears are falling on the ground
BUT IF YOU DON'T STAND UP YOU DON'T STAND A CHANCE.
Go a little faster now, you might get there in time.
Mirror mirror on the wall,
His heart was broken long before he ever came to you.
Stop your tears from falling,
The trail they leave is very clear for all to see at night
all to see at night.
In season, out of season
What's the difference when you don't know the reason.
In one hand bread, the other a stone.
The Hunter enters the forest.
All are not huntsmen who can blow the huntsman's horn
By the look of this one you've not got much to fear.
Here I am, I'm very fierce and frightening
Come to match my skill to yours.
Now listen here, listen to me, don't you run away now
I am a friend, I'd really like to play with you.
Making noises my little furry friend would make
I'll trick him, then I'll kick him into my sack.
You better watch out... You better watch out.
I've got you, I've got you, you'll never get away.
Walking home that night
The sack across my back, the sound of sobbing on my shoulder.
When suddenly it stopped,
I opened up the sack, all that I had
A pool of bubbles and tears - JUST A POOL OF TEARS.
All in all you are a very dying race
Placing trust upon a cruel world.
You never had the things you thought you should have had
And you'll not get them now,
And all the while in perfect time
Your tears are falling on the ground.
The Squonk is of a very retiring disposition and due to its ugliness, weeps constantly. It is easy prey for hunters who simply follow a tear-stained trail. When cornered it will dissolve itself into tears.
True or False?
04 Behind The Lines (00:00)
I held the book so tightly in my hands
I saw your picture, heard you call my name
There was something strange, I could not look away
I wanted to be there, I wanted to go
You gave me no warning, you gave no reason
But I was with you, right by your side
Just give me the strength and I can help you
They can try their hardest, they don't frighten me
It's written in the book
It's hotter than I've known before
But I feel so cold and I don't know why
But if the fire within your heart can beat the storm
Then I really believe you could make it right
The time has come now, we must show our feelings
But I'm looking right through you and your heart is empty
Whatever happened to you, it's too late to change now
There's nowhere you can run to, no place to hide
Ah, you let me down
...but wait a minute, I don't understand
It's getting stronger, so grab my hand
Don't wanna leave you, don't wanna go
But I'm losing all control
Can't you see me, I'm slipping away
I can only stay if you've the will to keep me here
It's written in the book
Oh, so many times since hten I've read those words
Just waiting to see you, can you see me?
06 Guide Vocal (00:00)
I am the one who guided you this far
All you know and all you feel
Nobody must know my name
For nobody would understand
And you kill what you fear
I call you for I must leave
You're on your own until the end
There was a choice but now it's gone
I said you wouldn't understand
Take what's yours and be damned
07 Turn It On Again (00:00)
All I need is a TV show
That, and the radio
Down on my luck again
Down on my luck again
I can show you, I can show you
Some of the people in my life
I can show you, I can show you
Some of the people in my life
It's driving me mad
Just another way of passing the day
I, I get so lonely when she's not there
I, I, I, I
You're just another face
That I know from the TV show
I have known you for so very long
I feel you're like a friend
Can't you do anything for me
Can I touch you for a while
Can I meet you on another day
When we will fly away
I can show you, I can show you
Some of the people in my life
I can show you, I can show you
Some of the people in my life
It's driving me mad
It's just another way of passing the day
I, I get so lonely when she's not there
I, I, I, I
Turn it on
Turn it on, turn it on again
Turn it on
Turn it on, turn it on again
(I can see another face) Turn it on
(I can see another face) Turn it on, turn it on again
(I can see another face) Turn it on
(I can see another face) Turn it on, turn it on again
(I can see another face) Turn it on
(I can see another face) Turn it on, turn it on again
(I can see another face) Turn it on
(I can see another face) Turn it on, turn it on again
(I can see another face) Turn it on
(I can see another face) Turn it on, turn it on again
(I can see another face) Turn it on
(I can see another face) Turn it on, turn it on again
(I can see another face) Turn it on
(I can see another face) Turn it on, turn it on again
08 Ripples (00:00)
Bluegirls come in every size
some are wise and some otherwise
They've got pretty blue eyes
For an hour a man may change
For an hour her face looks strange
Looks strange, looks strange
Marching through the promised land
Where the honey flows and takes you by the hand
Pulls you down on your knees
While you're down a pool appears
The face in the water looks up
And she shakes her head as if to say
That it's the last time you'll look like today
Sail away, away
Ripples never come back
Gone to the other side
Sail away, away
The face that launched a thousand ships
Is sinking fast, that happens you know
The water gets below
Seems not very long ago
Lovelier she was than any that I know
Angels never know it's time
To close the book and gracefully decline
The song has found a tale
My, what a jealous pool is she
The face in the water looks up
And she shakes her head as if to say
That the bluegirls have all gone away
Sail away, away
Ripples never come back
Gone to the other side
Look into the pool
Ripples never come back
Dive to the bottom and go to the top to see where they have gone
Oh, they've gone to the other side
10 Afterglow (00:00)
Like the dust that settles all around me
I must find a new home
The ways and holes that used to give me shelter
Are all as one to me now
But I, I would search everywhere
Just to hear your call
And walk upon stranger roads than this one
In a world I used to know before
I miss you more
Than the sun reflecting off my pillow
Bringing the warmth of new life
And the sound that echoes all around me
I caught a glimpse of in the night
But now, now I've lost everything
I give to you my soul
The meaning of all that I believed before
Escapes me in this world of none
No thing, no-one
And I would search everywhere
Just to hear your call
And walk upon stranger roads than this one
In a world I used to know before
For now I've lost everything
I give to you my soul
The meaning of all that I believed before
Escapes me in this world of none
I miss you more
12 Carpet Crawlers (00:00)
There is lambswool under my naked feet.
The wool is soft and warm,
-gives off some kind of heat.
A salamander scurries into flame to be destroyed.
Imaginary creatures are trapped in birth on celluloid.
The fleas cling to the golden fleece,
Hoping they'll find peace.
Each thought and gesture are caught in celluloid.
There's no hiding in my memory.
There's no room to void.
The crawlers cover the floor in the red ochre corridor.
For my second sight of people, they've more lifeblood than before.
They're moving. They're moving in time to a heavy wooden door,
Where the needle's eye is winking, closing in on the poor.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
"You've got to get in to get out
You've got to get in to get out."
There's only one direction in the faces that I see;
It's upward to the ceiling, where the chambers said to be.
Like the forest fight for sunlight, that takes root in every tree.
They are pulled up by the magnet, believing that they're free.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
"You've got to get in to get out
You've got to get in to get out."
Mild mannered supermen are held in kryptonite,
And the wise and foolish virgins giggle with their bodies glowing bright.
Through a door a harvest feast is lit by candlight;
It's the bottom of a staircase that spirals out of sight.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
"You've got to get in to get out
You've got to get in to get out."
The porcelain mannikin with shattered skin fears attack.
The eager pack lift up their pitchers- the carry all they lack.
The liquid has congealed, which has seeped out through the crack,
And the tickler takes his stickleback.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
"You've got to get in to get out
You've got to get in to get out."
14 The Knife (00:00)
For Those that Trespass against us
Tell me my life is about to begin
Tell me that I am a hero,
Promise me all of your violent dreams
Light up your body with anger.
Now, in this ugly world
it is time to destroy all this evil.
Now, when I give the word
get ready to fight for your freedom
Now -
Stand up and fight, for you know we are right
We must strike at the lies
That have spread like disease through our minds.
Soon we'll have power, every soldier will rest
And we'll spread out our kindness
To all who our love now deserve.
Some of you are going to die -
Martyrs of course to the freedom that I shall provide.
I'll give you the names of those you must kill,
All must die with their children.
Carry their heads to the palace of old,
Hang them high, let the blood flow.
Now, in this ugly world
break all the chains around us,
Now, the crusade has begun
give us a land fit for heroes,
Now -
Stand up and fight, for you know we are right
We must strike at the lies
That have spread like disease through our minds.
Soon we'll have power, every soldier will rest
And we'll spread out our kindness
To all who our love now deserve.
Some of you are going to die -
Martyrs of course to the freedom that I shall provide.
We are only wanting freedom
We are only wanting freedom
We are only wanting freedom
We are only wanting freedom ("Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom...")
We are only wanting freedom ("Things are getting out of control here today")
We are only wanting freedom ("OK men - fire over their heads!")
We are only wanting freedom
--- WE HAVE WON ---
Some of you are going to die,
Martyrs of course to the freedom that I shall provide.
15 Back In N.Y.C. (00:00)
No-one seems to take up the chase, and with the familiar faces fresh in his mind he moves into a reconstruction of his old life, above ground - Too much time was one thing he didn't need, so he used to cut through it with a little speed. He was better off dead, than slow in the head. His momma and poppa had taken a ride on his back, so he left very quickly to join The Pack.
I see faces and traces of home back in New York City -
So you think I'm a tough kid? Is that what you heard?
Well I like to see some action and it gets into my blood.
The call me the trail blazer - Rael - electric razor
I'm the pitcher in the chain gang, we don't believe in pain
'cos we're only as strong, yes we're only as strong,
as the weakest link in the chain.
Only after a spell in Pontiac reformatory was he given any respect in the gang.
Let me out of Pontiac when I was just seventeen,
I had to get it out of me, if you know what I mean, what I mean.
You say I must be crazy, 'cos I don't care who I hit, who I hit.
But I know it's me that's hitting out and I'm, I'm not full of shit.
I don't care who I hurt, I don't care who I do wrong.
This is your mess I'm stuck in, I really don't belong.
When I take out my bottle, filled up high with gasoline,
You can tell by the night fires where Rael has been, has been.
Now, walking back home after a raid, he was cuddling a sleeping porcupine.
That night he pictured the removal of his hairy heart and to the accompaniment of very romantic music he watched it being shaved smooth by an anonymous stainless steel razor.
As I cuddled the porcupine
He said I had none to blame, but me.
Held my heart, deep in hair,
Time to shave, shave it off, it off.
No time for romantic escape,
When your fluffy heart is ready for rape. No!
Off we go...
Your sitting in your comfort you don't believe I'm real,
You cannot buy protection from the way that I feel.
Your progressive hypocrites hand out their trash,
But it was mine in the first place, so I'll burn it to ash.
And I've tasted all the strongest meats,
And laid them down in coloured sheets (laid them down in coloured
sheets).
Who needs illusion of love and affection
When you're out walking the streets with your mainline connection?
connection.
As I cuddled the porcupine
He said I had none to blame, but me.
Held my heart, deep in hair.
Time to shave, shave it off, it off.
No time for romantic escape,
When your fluffy heart is ready for rape. No!
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