Per me la nostalgia, e forse per molti, è spesso come una linea dell'orizzonte invertita che invece di precedermi mi segue.
Come la linea dell'orizzonte continua a rimanere lontana da noi per quanto cerchiamo di andarle incontro, così il mio passato che si fa nostalgia mi segue, si rinnova sempre, rimanendo però più o meno sempre alla stessa distanza, giusto per non perdermi d'occhio.
Ultimamente la mia linea della nostalgia è posizionata sugli anni duemila (e dintorni).
Gli anni duemila sono stati per chi scrive speciali, e non solo perché il duemila è l'anno in cui è nata mia figlia.
Sono sempre stato convinto che in quegli anni (e dintorni) la scena musicale indie internazionale, americana in particolare, abbia prodotto delle cose splendide e irripetibili.
I Flaming Lips di The Soft Bulletin, I Mercury Rev di Deserter's Songs, i Grandaddy di The Software Slump, gli Sparklehorse di Good Morning Spider, e i Lambchop di Nixon.
Tutti comprati su amazon nel giro di pochi mesi al ritmo dei progressi intellettivi e motori di mia figlia nata da poco.
Nixon è un album con la sua linea della nostalgia posizionata sugli anni 60 (e dintorni).
Il soul di Marvin Gay, di Curtis Mayfield (soprattutto), di Barry White.
Una ricostruzione sonora del sound di quegli anni, e dell'innocenza perduta dall'america in quegli anni, fatta con il cuore in mano e con una grandissima maestria negli arrangiamenti.
Con un leggero tocco di psichedelia alla "Anima Latina" qua e la.
Se un difetto ha questo album è quello di essere estremamente "americano" (con un titolo così come potrebbe non esserlo?).
Ma per una volta non mi importa davvero.
Miglior brano (per me), da un tono nostalgico davvero "insopportabile": Nashville Parents.
Troppo americano in questa epoca di Trump e dell'"America First"?
Ma chi se ne frega.
Elenco tracce testi e video
02 Grumpus (04:19)
Oooooh (what's the matter with the boy?)
Oooooh (did he really have to be so sure?)
But you're not thinking ride around without a sound.
Restless boy in restless town and you commence to
Drinking a bottle up, a bottle down, a bottle white, a
Bottle brown another day peels away
Oooooh (what's the matter with the boy?)
Oooooh (don't you want another try?)
Part of the process is sifting through the piles of shit
Tell us you don't mind a bit from a different angle such
Power rarely deviates, in times of love, in times of hate
Another spring will come
Faithful friends all around you wonder why you
Feel so low look at me, if you really want to see the
Comedy and the clown
Oooooh (what's the matter with the boy?)
Oooooh (has he really given up for sure?)
Here's a new solution be square and kind to all your
Friends, stop staring through the bitter lens ancient
Institution this learning not demonstrate, your asinine
And callous traits I could take some practice, I know
03 You Masculine You (05:59)
The shape of the sun ah, pretty ways pretty ways and
things to come
When this day is done you will collapse collapse into
(the funnel of) my arms
And as always they're not strong And as always you
do believe and as always I'm very wrong about the cut
above the bleed
April she finds the sugar time and so slow, syrupy yeah
She'd be inside you shed away a shadow as we go
And you know, it's not bad and I'm so into the blue And
it's so, like goofy said I just fly above the few
The last thing we do turn our heads around, closer to
the ground, you're falling
you and your masculine you forever benched sitting by
the dirty window
Coda
Though this seems to be a drag you skirt around the
thing that's comfortable purple peppers dirty rags make
your life albeit more portable to turn around to follow
me don't follow me don't follow me don't follow me
04 Up With People (05:59)
Yes there comes a booming sound
It used to come from underground
Now it emenates
From a kind of welfare state
Of the soul
Yeah baby of the soul
And of the sweet sweet soul
Let's be certain
Of the deliberate monologue
As sure as if it will fall
Across you
Unto you
Will most certainly leave the doing undone
Come on undone
And we are doing
And we are screwing
Up our lives today
What's that we chanted
It's this we planted
C'mon progeny
05 Nashville Parent (05:38)
but it just looks plain cold from the bottle another part of the ritual standing in the kitchen arms are braced against the counter swallowing like mercury down the drain
and the neighbors have been drinking and they are raising quite a stink pretty soon they will be fighting it can get pretty ugly
the city makes a hooting sound tonight the owl on the roof has got it right if it's left up to him he'll take that stupid grin decapitate a rodent or a mouse
take the b train or the shuttle at the exit have a smoke try to spit onto the sidewalk instead you wipe it off your chest
I don't wanna freak but the tongue erodes each time we start to speak on a timely mission you look pretty swell in your new position
fiberglass funny face up on the wall It's funny when it isn't funny at all and if it's up to him we will take the ways of sin and smash them like glass against the wall
but it's not to pathetic with your teeth full of rhetoric and doubt carry on like little creature in the fields of our love
07 The Distance From Her to There (04:20)
So shy tonight I'm told you were, I'm in the thick
Of it, i've been a dick with it you're just not used to it
Am i'm alright well, as you were there's no use for
This it's not a theater kiss more like a railway piss
The lights outside tonight are far from home and
I'm out drinkin' in the yard and I fell sadder for
The sad old bone it's not far, really babe, it's just
Not that far...hmm
And by the light and so you were it's such
A cleaner wish a much softer fist a much weaker wrist
And by tonight you'll wait for her so little hell to
Pay it just works out that way on almost any day
09 The Petrified Florist (04:52)
A goofy Libra a drafty car I do believe i've stepped on my guitar
A borrowed bender a liver ends until you've seen it it's really just pretend
A coward's trade a careful foray against the blade a patent
Answer can't wait to get my hands on her
The closing of the coor the blistered buttered roar oh
Callous even hand in the village of the damned
A broken glass the broken table the spitting image if I was able
A frightened bird the written word our daily logic has become absurd
And when you see her smile you live the fever for a little
While you'll never ever leave her my crippled friend
10 The Butcher Boy (02:52)
She went upstairs to make her bed and not a word to her
Mother said her mother went upstairs too saying oh
Daughter my daughter what troubles you
Oh mother oh mother i can not tell that butcher that
Butcher that boy I love so well he courted he courted my
Life away and now at home at home he will not stay
Ther is a place a place in london town wher that
Butcher that boy he goes and sits down He takes that
Strange that strange girl on his knee and tells her and
Tells her what he won't tell me
Her father her father came home from work saying my
Daughter my daughter she looks so hurt he went upstairs
Upstairs to give her hope and found her and found her
Hanging from a rope
He took a knife a knife and cut her down and in her
Bosom her bosom a note he found go dig a grave
Both wide and deep and place a marble slab at my head and feet
And over my coffin my coffin place a snow white dove to
Warn the world the world that I died for love
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