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Bring the Family: un tributo all'amore. Non l'amore che perde se stesso in vani romanticismi, o quello che pretende di esser descritto da idilliache poesie. Qua c'è solo spazio l'amore schietto, raccontato con semplice praticità e con grezza verità.
E Bring se ad accompagnare questi temi è una musica profonda, melodica e perfino grezza, il risultato ne è ben degno: John Hiatt, il bianco con la voce da nero, regala nel 1987 proprio un piccolo grande gioiello sudista.
John Hiatt, fu ed è un affermato cantatutore a stelle e strisce, che agli inizi degli anni 80 riscosse una certa popolarità, e la cui vita e carriera artistica sono spesso state segnate dalla sua strana e tetra personalità, tipica di un sudista, arrabbiato e amareggiato per i propri fallimenti e per la fine dei propri sogni, sempre lontani e irraggiungibili. Queste profonde emozioni si possono cogliere in dischi della prima ondata. Più tardi, la rabbia lascia il posto ad un piccolo barlume di felicità, per poi tramutarsi in smarrimento infinito. Bring The Family è figlio di tutte queste emozioni.
Accompagnato da un strategico quartetto sudista, i Goners, Hiatt rende la propria profonda voce il quinto strumento, che, scommetto, riuscirebbe ad emozionare anche l'uomo più freddo di questa terra! Ne è d'esempio "Have A Little Faith In Me", in assoluto il pezzo più toccante del disco, in cui la impressionante e appassionante voce è accompagnata solo da una sequenza di bicordi di pianoforte a coda. Altri avvincenti momenti di commozione sono nella tiratissima "Lipstick Sunset", la tristissima "Stood Up" e l'acustico strimpellato finale "Learning How To Love You".
Bring The Family presenta anche dei pezzi più animati, quasi swingeggianti e "Menphis In The Meantime" ne è l'esempio più rampante: l'inno alla sua cara sporca città, deliziosamente sporca e gradevolmente violenta. Stessa violenza che viene ricercata e rincorsa in "Alone In The Dark", dove Hiatt sembra riuscire a sputar fuori tutta l'amarezza di un cuore spezzato, interpretando sempre tutto con vigorosa carica vocale.
Bring The Family: storie d'amore virile.
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01 Memphis in the Meantime (03:59)
I got something to say little girl
You might not like my style
But we've been hanging around this town
Just a little too long a while
You say you're gonna get your act together
Gonna take it out on the road
But if I don't get outta here pretty soon
My head's going to explode
Sure I like country music
I like mandolins
But right now I need a telecaster
Through a vibro-lux turned up to ten
Chorus:
Lets go to memphis in the meantime baby
Memphis in the meantime girl
I need a little shot of that rhythm baby
Mixed up with these country blues
I wanna trade in these ol country boots
For some fine italian shoes
Forget the mousse and the hairspray sugar
We don't need none of that
Just a little dab'll do ya girl
Underneath a pork pie hat
Until hell freezes over
Maybe you can wait that long
But I don't think ronnie milsap's gonna ever
Record this song
Chorus twice
Bridge:
Maybe there's nothin' happenin' there
Maybe there's somethin' in the air
Before our upper lips get stiff
Maybe we need us a big ol whiff
If we could just get off-a that beat little girl
Maybe we could find the groove
At least we can get a decent meal
Down at the rendez-vous
'cause one more heartfelt steel guitar chord
Girl, it's gonna do me in
I need to hear some trumpet and saxophone
You know sound as sweet as sin
And after we get good and greasy
Baby we can come back home
Put the cowhorns back on the cadillac
And change the message on the cord-a-phone
But...
Chorus
07 Tip of My Tongue (05:53)
An empty house
Is the only thing standin'
Between our lives
And the speed of sound
Some words flew out
And made a crash landin'
No love survived
Not a trace could be found
CHORUS:
I broke your heart
With the back of my mind
From the tip of my tongue
To the end of the line
I walked away
And you stood there tremblin'
Like a leaf
In the autumn chill
Now this house won't say, no
What I'm still rememberin'
Three angry words
And a love that they killed
CHORUS
BRIDGE:
You couldn't say how much it hurt you
And I couldn't see the damage I'd done
'Til I watched the greatest love I've known
All come down to a slip of the tongue
Well I'd take it back
But time won't let me
No, time just takes
You further away
I watched you pack
A house full of memories
Where did you go
Lord, what did I say?
CHORUS
08 Your Dad Did (04:03)
Well the sun comes up and you stare your cup of coffee, yup
Right through the kitchen floor
You feel like hell so you might as well get out and sell
Your smart ass door to door
And the Mrs. wears her robe slightly undone
As your daughter dumps her oatmeal on your son
And you keep it hid
Just like your did
So you go to work just to watch some jerk
Pick up the perks
You were in line to get
And the guy that hired you just got fired,
Your job's expired
They just ain't told you yet
So you go and buy a brand new set of wheels
To show your family just how great you feel
Acting like a kid
Just like your dad did
And
BRIDGE:
You're a chip off the old block
Why does it come as such a shock
That every road up which you rock
Your dad already did
Yeah you've seen the old man's ghost
Come back as creamed chipped beef on toast
Now if you dont get your slice of the roast
You're gonna flip your lid
Just like your dad did, just like your dad did
Well the day was long now, supper's on
The thrill is gone
But something's taking place
Yeah the food is cold and your wife feels old
But all hands fold
As the two year old says grace
She says help the starving children to get well
But let my brother's hamster burn in hell
You love your wife and kids
Just like your dad did
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