AP. PERO'.

Stò da più di mezz'ora chiuso nel mio pensatoio/defecatoio intento ad effettuare un dowload delle mie viscere in attesa dell'MP3 del giorno prima.
Un bel momento di raccoglimento, non c'è che dire, che in genere frutta i soliti pensieri di merda o, in alternanza, merda pansante, materia ben più interessante e articolata.
Purtroppo per me, la connessione è scarsa è la banda larga del mio culo è più stretta di quello che immaginavo. Mi aiuto pertanto con quello che circola a lunghezza del mio braccio: libri, riviste, depliant, scontrini fiscali abbandonati, settimane enigmistiche... insomma, tutto fa brodo per la zuppa calda che dovrei sfornare.

Sotto un cumulo di MARIECLAIR, ESPRESSI e MUCCHI SELVAGGI sbircio la copia pirata marocchina di questo album "UP" di Peter Gabriel acquistata su una spiaggia a Fregene nell'inverno 2002 da tal Jasef.
Un disco da una gestazione di oltre 10 anni (!), un lavoro "notturno, a volte anche plumbeo, nato col tentativo di convogliare un esistenzialismo introverso in una forma-canzone formalmente ineccepibile ed estetizzante, ma anche un disco dove una produzione eccellente a volte sopperisce, o tenta di farlo, a qualche carenza compositiva e di ispirazione... un disco moderno e in linea con i tempi" (come riferisce M. Chiusi su OndaRock). Essendo quindi tempi di merda, aggiungo io (attenendomi al tema), il disco è abbastanza tronfio e tremendamente "pesante" colorato qui e là di quel ritmo lievemente danzereccio veramente urticante, rimasuglio di una tendenza abbastanza diffusa tra questi quasi-60enni che si giocano ogni carta per accattivarsi il pubblico più giovane che alla domanda "mai sentiti i Genesis?" rispondono "si, ci ho giocato qualche anno fa, era un videogioco SEGA , no?".
Ma al di là di tutto la domanda che più mi preme ora è: FARA' DAVVERO CACARE?

Provo a caricarlo sul mio i-pod e tento un ascolto... "Darkness" non male con quel contrasto tra l'insert lancinante del riff con la finta-quiete del resto del brano... mmhh... utilità = zero. La seguente "Growing Up" è abbastanza loffia e prescindibile con quel 4/4 insulso e banale... niente... il grosso stimolo ancora manca, maledizione... con "Sky Blue" siamo nella classica ballata "alla Gabriel" dove il nostro accrocchia una sdolcinata serie di accordi simil soul, impostati sul suo tipico vocione amaliante e ancora carismatico... 'na palla di 6 minuti e 37 con 45 secondi di finalino a cappella... vabbeh, ma tutto sommato niente di così significativo per il compito che mi sono ripromesso...

Stacco un attimo gli occhi su un depliant che reclamizza una Gita in pullman a Monterotondo col Padre Pio disegnato, vestito da autista, che schiaccia l'occhiolino, il tutto a sole 19, 90 euro... ecco, in effetti lo stomaco ha un mezzo sussulto... guardo il depliantino senza attenzione perchè ma ormai la curiosità su sto' UP mi ha reso impaziente... ripremo PLAY sull' i-pod.

"No Way Out"... ancora 'sta base finto-lunge da piano bar del 3° millennio... pallosa e soporifera al punto giusto... niente variazioni di accordo, una tonalità, praticamente una nota sbrodolata per quasi 8 minuti... vado avanti con "I Grieve"... stessa atmosfera soffusa e nebbiosa, ritmi ovattati, andamento funereo per 6 minuti poi inserimento tardivo di batteria!!... comunque lo stomaco regge... calma piatta su quel fronte... il disco è passabile e riesco a trattenere ancora il grosso della questione. Porcacciamerda!!
Anche la successiva "The Barry Williams Show" mezza funkeggiante e orecchiabile (non a caso il singolo di punta) non è di grande aiuto... si ascolta piacevolmente senza darmi quell'onda d'urto che cerco. Avrò forse sbagliato disco? Comincio a sospettarlo...

Con "My Head Sounds Like That" torniamo a uno stato di dormiveglia... mi appoggio col mento sulla vasca da bagno e comincio la pennica seduto sul water... mi sveglio alla successiva "More Than This" banale come poche e abbastanza oscena... e infatti... ZAC: finalmente la pancia reagisce e sento in lento via vai di oscure presenze in sommossa nel mio sè profondo!! ERA ORA, mi dico e lascio il brano scorrere in tutta la sua durata...
Passo subito a "Signal To Noise" con aperture world-music (tanto care al canuto arcangelo ormai spelacchiato)... beh, non male... sarà la presenza della voce del compianto Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan che ravviva e impreziosisce il tutto, insomma, un pezzo discreto anche se troppo orchestrale nel finale ma intanto il mio stomaco si riblocca... niente da fare... tutto sbagliato, tutto da rifare!!
Per quel che mi occorre mi serve musica più merdosa e questo, tutto sommato, non è così osceno come mi aspettavo: palloso si ma osceno sarebbe ingiusto!

Richiudo 'sto CD nella custodietta acetata ancora graffiata dalla sabbia, deluso ma in fondo anche felice di non aver affossato completamente il mio idolo di gioventù e decido così di andare sul sicuro: a mali estremi estremi rimedi!
Prendo una copia ingiallita del quotidiano Libero che tengo qui nascosta per le grandi occasioni.
Il tempo di leggere il titolone centrale e i tre trafiletti laterali che il mio corpo ricomincia a funzionare a meraviglia come un orologietto svizzero.
Ehh, certe soddisfazioni è giusto togliersele... il massimo sarebbe una volta al giorno!! : -)))

Elenco tracce testi samples e video

01   Darkness (06:49)

i'm scared of swimming in the sea
dark shapes moving under me
every fear i swallow makes me small
inconsequential things occur
alarms are triggered
memories stir
it's not the way it has to be

i'm afraid of what i do not know
i hate being undermined
i'm afraid i can be devil man
and i'm scared to be divine
don't mess with me my fuse is short
beneath this skin these fragments caught

when i allow it to be
there's no control over me
i have my fears
but they do not have me

walking through the undergrowth, to the house in the woods
the deeper i go, the darker it gets
i peer through the window
knock at the door
and the monster i was
so afraid of
lies curled up on the floor
is curled up on the floor just like a baby boy

i cry until i laugh

i'm afraid of being mothered
with my balls shut in the pen
i'm afraid of loving women
and i'm scared of loving men
flashbacks coming in every night
don't tell me everything’s alright

when i allow it to be
it has no control over me
i own my fear
so it doesn’t own me

walking through the undergrowth, to the house in the woods
the deeper i go, the darker it gets
i peer through the window
knock at the door
and the monster i was
so afraid of
lies curled up on the floor
is curled up on the floor just like a baby boy

i cry until i laugh

Drums: Manu Katche, Dave Power
Percussion: Mahut Dominique, Ged Lynch, Richard Chappell
Bass: Tony Levin
Guitars: David Rhodes
The London Session Orchestra: Strings
String Arrangement: Peter Gabriel, Will Gregory
Orchestration: Nick Ingham
Programming: Richard Chappell
Additional Programming: Alex Swift
Bosendorfer, Mutator, Keys, JamMan, MPC Groove: Peter Gabriel

02   Growing Up (07:48)

folded in your fleshy purse
i am floating once again
while the muted sounds are pumping rhythm
all the walls close in on me
pressure's building wave on wave
till the water breaks - and outside i go, oh

one dot, that's on or off, defines what is and what is not, one dot
two dot, a pair of eyes, a voice, a touch, complete surprise, two dot
growing up, growing up,
looking for a place to live
growing up, growing up,
gooking for a place to live
growing up, growing up,
looking for a place to live

my ghost likes to travel so far in the unknown
my ghost likes to travel so deep into your space

three dot, a trinity, a way to map the universe,
three dot
four dot, is what will make a square, a bed to build on, it's all there,
four dot

my ghost likes to travel so far in the unknown
my ghost likes to travel so deep into your space

all the slow clouds pass us by

make the Empire State look high
as you take me in your sea-stained sweetness
it spills, it tingles and it stings
all the pleasure that it brings
till the door has let the outside inside here

well on the floor there's a long wooden table
on the table there's an open book
on the page there's a detailed drawing
and on the drawing is the name i took

my ghost likes to travel so far in the unknown
my ghost likes to travel so deep into your space

growing up, growing up,
looking for a place to live
growing up, growing up,
looking for a place to live
growing up, growing up,
looking for a place to live
growing up, growing up,
looking for a place to live

my ghost likes to travel
my ghost likes to travel
moving inside of your space
my ghost likes to travel
my ghost likes to travel
moving inside of your space
my ghost likes to travel
moving inside
my ghost likes to travel
moving Inside of your space
my ghost likes to travel
moving inside
my ghost likes to travel
moving inside of your space

the breathing stops, i don't know when
in transition once again
such a struggle getting through these changes
and it all seems so absurd
to be flying like a bird
when i do not feel i've really landed here.

Drums: Ged Lynch, Manu Katche
Percussion: Ged Lynch
Guitars: David Rhodes
Backing Vocals: AD Chivers, David Rhodes
Tape Scratching: Tchad Blake
Programming: Richard Chappell
Additional Programming: Pete Davis, Alex Swift
Organ, Sample Keys, Bass Keys, JamMan and MPC Groove: Peter Gabriel

Additional Production by Steve Osborne

03   Sky Blue (06:37)

lost my time lost my place in
sky blue
those two blue eyes light your face in
sky blue
i know how to fly, i know how to drown in
sky blue

warm wind blowing over the earth
sky blue
i sing through the land, the land sings through me
sky blue
reaching into the deepest shade of
sky blue

sky blue so tired of all this travelling
so many miles away from home
i keep moving to be stable
free to wander, free to roam

train pulled out said my goodbyes
sky blue
back on the road alone with the sky
sky blue
there's a presence here no one denies
sky blue

sky blue so tired of all this travelling
so many miles away from home
i keep moving to be stable
free to wander, free to roam

i can hear the same voice calling
crying out, from my heart
and that cry, what a cry
what a cry, it's going to be
if i can stop to let it out, oh.

Drums: Manu Katche
Percussion: Ged Lynch, Daniel Lanois
Bass: Tony Levin
Guitars: David Rhodes, Daniel Lanois, Peter Green
Hammond: David Sancious
Additional Vocals: The Blind Boys Of Alabama
Programming: Richard Chappell
Additional Prgramming: Alex Swift
Backing Vocals: David Rhodes, Melanie Gabriel
Firefly Keys, Bosendorfer, Bass Pulse, MPC Groove: Peter Gabriel

Samples taken from original track Produced by Daniel Lanois and Engineered by
David Bottrill

04   Don't Leave (07:41)

05   I Grieve (07:24)

It was only one hour ago
It was all so different then
Nothing yet has really sunk in
Looks like it always did
This flesh and bone
Is just the way that you were tied in
Now there's no one home

I grieve for you
And you leave me

It's so hard to move on
Still loving what's gone
And still life carries on
Carries on and on, and on, and on

The news that truly shocks
Is the empty, empty page
While the final rattle rocks
Its empty, empty cage
And I can't handle this

I grieve for you
You leave me

Let it out and move on
Missing what's gone
They say life carries on
They say life carries on, and on, and on

Life carries on in the people I meet
In everyone that's out on the street
In all the dogs and cats
In the flies and rats
In the rot and the rust
In the ashes and the dust
Life carries on and on, and on, and on
Life carries on and on, and on

It's just the car that we ride in
A home we reside in
The face that we hide in
The way we are tied in
And life carries on and on, and on, and on
Life carries on and on and on

Did I dream this belief
Or did I believe this dream
Now I can find relief

I grieve

06   Burn You Up, Burn You Down (05:03)

07   The Drop (02:58)

moving down the fuselage
toward the open door
catch you looking down outside
to see what lies ahead

one by one
you watch them fall
fall through cloud
one by one
you watch them fall
no idea where they're going
but down

where they've gone
where they've gone

watching as the sun goes down
i sit inside this plane
notice how the city lights
are like the nerves inside the brain

one by one
they're going out
you watch them dim
one by one
you watch them fall
and wonder where they're falling to

Bosendorfer: Peter Gabriel
Programming: Richard Chappell
Mixed: Richard Chappell

08   The Barry Williams Show (07:13)

09   My Head Sounds Like That (06:26)

the metal jangles as the key turns
unlock the door, wipe my feet clean
oh my head sounds like that

the oil is spitting in the saucepan
i squeeze the sponge and let the cat out
oh my head sounds like that
oh my head
oh oh oh
oh oh oh

the water's dripping in the hallway
the guy next door, he knocks his wall down
oh my head sounds like that

the knife it scrapes across the burnt brown toast
the freight train rumbles past my window
oh my head sounds like that
oh my head
oh oh oh
oh oh oh
oh oh oh

around the axis we all spin
to determine what's left out and what's left in
what's left out and what's left in
what's left out and what's left in
who's left out and who's left in
who's left in

the moments come and go like water
i try to hold them but they're fading
oh my head sounds like that
oh my head
oh oh oh

Drums: Manu Katche
Percussion: Assane Thiam, Ged Lynch, Mahut Dominique, Hossam Ramzy
Guitars: David Rhodes
Bass: Tony Levin
Brass: The Black Dyke Mills Band
Brass Arrangement: Peter Gabriel, Ed Shearmur, Bob Ezrin
Loop Manipulation: Richard Chappell
Programming: Richard Chappell
Piano, Mellotron: Peter Gabriel

10   More Than This (05:59)

11   Signal to Noise (07:30)

You know the way that things go
When what you fight for starts to fall
And in that fuzzy picture
The writing stands out on the wall
So clearly on the wall
[Wailing]
Send out the signals, deep and loud
And in this place can you reassure me
With a touch, a smile -
While the cradle's burning
All the while the world is turning to noise
Oh, the more that it's surrounding us
The more that it destroys
Turn up the signal - wipe out the noise!

Send out the signals, deep and loud
Man, I'm losing sound and sight
Of all those who can tell me wrong from right
When all things beautiful and bright sink in the night
Yet there's still there's something in my heart
That can find a way to make a start
To turn up the signal - wipe out the noise!
You know that's it
Receive and transmit
Signal to noise.

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Altre recensioni

Di  Mr_Iko

 Up è un prodotto difficile, è musica matura di un artista maturo.

 Rimarrete affascinati dalla sobria eleganza di Peter, dalla sua lucida innovazione sonora.


Di  Mariaelena

 "La musica è troppo necessaria per Gabriel per essere trattata come una qualunque semenza transgenica."

 "Ogni volta che affronti e superi la paura, sprigioni una grande quantità di energia atomica."