Warning: Il testo sottostante trattasi di un laido scritto, pertanto sconsiglio la lettura ad utenti di un certo spessore culturale.
Benvenuti, bentornati o miei cari Veirliani amici, bentornato a me, benvenuto, bentornato a isso/egli perchè so già state, starete beneficiando alla vista dei miei scritti come dinanzi ad un banchetto pantagruelico gustandone il contenuto. Benedico o te bacheca Debaseriana che concedi a me e altri ma, soprattutto a me, di rendere tangibili e pubblicare in forma scritta nel mondo del web le mie stronz... ehm volevo dire i miei più profondi pensieri filologici.
Dunque adesso che ho finito di leccare il culo posso magari proseguire a recensire il live che mi ha "fantasmagorizzato" di più della mia piccola collezione di dvd e quant'altro ma, preziosa per il sottoscritto. Time Machine live in Cleveland dei Rush, rappresenta per Vituperio la quintessenza o quasi della performance live di una band si, glorificata osannata dai cultori del genere si, di un certo successo commerciale in particolar modo negli states americani. Ma che oggettivamente potrebbe esser classificata o denominata anche come band di nicchia.
Come disse il saggio la genialità sta nel mezzo, né troppo in alto né troppo in basso.
I canadesi pluripremiati Rush sono formati da Geddy Lee (basso, voce, tastiere), Alex Lifeson (chitarra elettrica, acustica, mandola etc e voce), Neil Peart (batteria, percussioni), nonché autore di quasi tutti i testi. In questo concerto il trio di Toronto "bussa", "picchia di brutto", senza però allontanarsi troppo dal solito loro tipico sound plasmato da una miscela di puro Hard Rock e virtuosismi Progressive. Ordunque cari signori non catalogateli come il solito gruppo rompi balle qualunquista Progressive Metal odierno, perché dalla loro la premiata ditta vanta una certa storicità, essendo se non proprio i precursori del genere, poco ci manca... e riconoscibili fin da subito da un particolare gusto per una certa "scenografia demenziale esilarante" presente in ogni live, marchio di fabbrica life style dei simpatici vegliardi.
Quindi come non abbandonarsi alla bella sinfonia di "The Camera Eye" ? Tenete spente le luci e sdraiatevi sul letto, chiudete gli occhi, così da intraprendere un viaggio onirico nelle più belle piazze di Londra e di tutto il mondo. Non mettetevi troppo in mostra nelle vicinanze delle statue dei monumenti delle città però, i loro occhi di pietra ci vedono benissimo... pronte a giudizi molto severi... per cui cercate di masturbarvi il meno possibile. Nella splendida "Limelight" , Neil Peart filosofeggia sul concetto base che, in fin dei conti la vita assomiglia molto al palcoscenico di un teatro. Animato da buffi abitanti intenzionati a mettersi in mostra chi in un modo chi in un altro.
"Il Tom Sawyer di oggi è pazzo di te, e invade lo spazio, ti passa avanti". Sono i versi di un classico brano del gruppo. Allacciatevi le cinture per una fantasiosa immaginifica scorrazzata in macchina, in questo caso una Ferrari d'epoca, la "Red Barchetta" . Che bello sfrecciare nelle stradine di campagna con il vento che scompiglia i capelli ma questa anticaglia rubata allo zio Tom, non è più omologata per viaggiare nelle strade di questo futuro prossimo parallelo, perché qui le automobili sono spinte da propulsori che sfruttano il vapore come le locomotive di un tempo ormai lontano. - Una pattuglia della polizia ci sta inseguendo per sequestrarci il mezzo! Presto squagliamocela! Forza coraggio dai gas, gas per dio! -
Forse è stato solo un sogno, il bimbo stava fantasticando ad occhi aperti davanti al camino ipnotizzato dal vecchio racconto dello zio Tom. Svegliatevi anche voi cari amici, aprite gli occhi, perchè questo è un dvd per cui non perdetevi le belle immagini dove i nostri beniamini pestano di brutto sui loro rispettivi strumenti.
Cosa dire di più. La perizia tecnica c'è come da tradizione più che trentennale, certo la voce del buon Geddy non è più quella di una volta molti detrattori storgeranno il naso, scoreggiando in segno di protesta contro gli striduli acuti della voce del cantante, al rogo i detrattori...(sto scherzando). Neil è sempre il re delle percussioni, preciso, accademico, virtuoso. Gli insoliti riff ed assoli di Alex brillano intensamente di luce propria, poi non mancano le solite scenette demenziali di inizio, intermezzo e fine spettacolo, bollicine di sapone, una macchina insaccatrice gigante e ovviamente tante salsicce.
Niente da eccepire, tanta robina bellina. Voto: 4,5/5.
Elenco tracce e testi
01 The Spirit of Radio (05:02)
Begin the day with a friendly voice
A companion unobtrusive
Plays the song that's so elusive
And the magic music makes your morning mood
Off on your way, hit the open road
There is magic at your fingers
For the spirit ever lingers
Undemanding contact in your happy solitude
Invisible airwaves crackle with life
Bright antennae bristle with the energy
Emotional feedback on a timeless wavelength
Bearing a gift beyond price, almost free
All this machinery making modern music
Can still be open-hearted
Not so coldly charted, it's really just a question
Of your honesty, yeah, your honesty
One likes to believe in the freedom of music
But glittering prizes and endless compromises
Shatter the illusion of integrity, yeah
Invisible airwaves crackle with life
Bright antennae bristle with the energy
Emotional feedback on a timeless wavelength
Bearing a gift beyond price, almost free
For the words of the profits were written on the studio wall
Concert hall
And echoes with the sound of salesmen
Of salesmen, of salesmen
02 Time Stand Still (05:17)
I turn my back to the wind
To catch my breath,
Before I start off again
Driven on,
Without a moment to spend
To pass an evening
With a drink and a friend
I let my skin get too thin
I'd like to pause,
No matter what I pretend
Like some pilgrim
Who learns to transcend
Learns to live
As if each step was the end
Time stand still
I'm not looking back
But I want to look around me now
Time stand still
See more of the people
And the places that surround me now
Time stand still
Freeze this moment
A little bit longer
Make each sensation
A little bit stronger
Experience slips away...
Experience slips away...
Time stand still
I turn my face to the sun
I close my eyes
I let my defenses down
All those wounds
That I can't get unwound
I let my past go too fast
No time to pause
If I could slow it all down
Like some captain,
Whose ship runs aground
I can wait until the tide comes around
Time stand still
I'm not looking back
But I want to look around me now
Time stand still
See more of the people
And the places that surround me
Now
Freeze this moment
A little bit longer
Make each sensation
A little bit stronger
Make each impression
A little bit stronger
Freeze this motion
A little bit longer
The innocence slips away...
The innocence slips away...
Time stand still
Time stand still
I'm not looking back
But I want to look around me now
See more of the people
And the places that surround me now
Time stand still
Summer's going fast
Nights growing colder
Children growing up
Old friends growing older
Freeze this moment
A little bit longer
Make each sensation
A little bit stronger
Experience slips away...
Experience slips away...
The innocence slips away...
03 Presto (06:33)
If I could wave my magic wand...
I am made from the dust of the stars
And the oceans flow in my veins
Here I hide in the heart of the city
Like a stranger coming out of the rain
The evening plane rises up from the runway
Over constellations of light
I look down into a million houses
And wonder what you're doing tonight
If I could wave my magic wand
I'd make everything all right
I'm not one to believe in magic
But I sometimes have a second sight
I'm not one with a sense of proportion
When my heart still changes overnight
I had a dream of a winter garden
A midnight rendezvous
Silver, blue and frozen silence
What a fool I was for you
I had a dream of the open water
I was swimming away out to sea
So deep I could never touch bottom
What a fool I used to be
If I could wave my magic wand
I'd set everybody free
I'm not one to believe in magic
Though my memory has a second sight
I'm not one to go pointing my finger
When I radiate more heat than light
Don't ask me
I'm just improvising
My illusion of careless flight
Can't you see
My temperature's rising
I radiate more heat than light
Don't ask me
I'm just sympathizing
My illusions a harmless flight
Can't you see
My temperature's rising
I radiate more heat than light
04 Stick It Out (04:22)
Trust to your instincts
If it's safely restrained
Lightning reactions
Must be carefully trained
Heat of the moment
Curse of the young
Spit out your anger
Don't swallow your tongue
Stick it out!
Don't swallow the poison
Spit it out!
Don't swallow your pride
Stick it out!
Don't swallow your anger
Spit it out!
Don't swallow the lies
Natural reflex
Pendulum swing
You might be too dizzy
To do the right thing
Trial under fire
Ultimate proof
Moment of crisis
Don't swallow the truth
Stick it out!
Don't swallow the poison
Spit it out!
Don't swallow your pride
Stick it out!
Don't swallow your anger
Spit it out!
Don't swallow the lies
Each time we bathe our reactions
In artificial light
Each time we alter the focus
To make the wrong moves seem right
You get so used to deception
You make yourself a nervous wreck
You get so used to surrender
Running back to cover your neck
Heat of the moment
Curse of the young
Spit out your anger
Don't swallow your tongue
Stick it out!
Don't swallow the poison
Spit it out!
Don't swallow your pride
Stick it out!
Don't swallow your anger
Spit it out!
Don't swallow the lies
Stick it out
Spit it out
Stick it out
Spit it out...
09 Free Will (05:29)
There are those who think that life has nothing left to chance
A host of holy horrors to direct our aimless dance
A planet of play things
We dance on the strings
Of powers we cannot perceive
'The stars aren't aligned
Or the gods are malign...'
Blame is better to give than receive
[Chorus:]
You can choose a ready guide in some celestial voice
If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice
You can choose from phantom fears and kindness that can kill
I will choose a path that's clear
I will choose freewill
There are those who think
That they were dealt a losing hand
The cards were stacked against them
They weren't born in Lotusland
All preordained
A prisoner in chains
A victim of venomous fate
Kicked in the face
You can't pray for a place
In heaven's unearthly estate
[Chorus]
Each of us
A cell of awareness
Imperfect and incomplete
Genetic blends
With uncertain ends
On a fortune hunt that's far too fleet
[Chorus]
10 Marathon (06:29)
It's not how fast you can go
The force goes into the flow
If you pick up the beat
You can forget about the heat
More than just survival
More than just a flash
More than just a dotted line
More than just a dash
It's a test of ultimate will
The heartbreak climb uphill
Got to pick up the pace
If you want to stay in the race
More than just blind ambition
More than just simple greed
More than just a finish line
Must feed this burning need -
In the long run...
From first to last
The peak is never passed
Something always fires the light
That gets in your eyes
One moment's high
And glory rolls on by
Like a streak of lightening
That flashes and fades
In the summer sky
Your meters may overload
You can rest at the side of the road
You can miss a stride
But nobody gets a free ride
More than high performance
More than just a spark
More than just the bottom line
Or a lucky shot in the dark -
In the long run...
You can do a lot in a lifetime
If you don't burn out too fast
You can make the most of the distance
First you need endurance -
First you've got to last...
11 Subdivisions (05:30)
Sprawling on the fringes of the city
In geometric order
An insulated border
In between the bright lights
And the far unlit unknown
Growing up it all seems so one-sided
Opinions all provided
The future pre-decided
Detached and subdivided
In the mass production zone
Nowhere is the dreamer
Or the misfit so alone
Subdivisions -
In the high school halls
In the shopping malls
Conform or be cast out
Subdivisions -
In the basement bars
In the backs of cars
Be cool or be cast out
Any escape might help disprove
The unattractive truth
But the suburbs have no charms to soothe
The restless dreams of youth
Drawn like moths we drift into the city
The timeless old attraction
Cruising for the action
Lit up like a firefly
Just to feel the living night
Some will sell their dreams for small desires
Or lose the race to rats
Get caught in ticking traps
And start to dream of somewhere
To relax their restless flight
Somewhere out of a memory
Of lighted streets on quiet nights...
12 Tom Sawyer (04:53)
A modern day warrior
Mean mean stride
Today's Tom Sawyer
Mean mean pride
Though his mind is not for rent
Don't put him down as arrogant
His reserve, a quiet defense
Riding out the day's events -
The river
What you say about his company
Is what you say about society
- Catch the mist - Catch the myth
- Catch the mystery - Catch the drift
The world is the world is
Love and life are deep
Maybe as his skies are wide
Today's Tom Sawyer
He gets high on you
And the space he invades
He gets by on you
No, his mind is not for rent
To any god or government
Always hopeful, yet discontent
He knows changes aren't permanent -
But change is
What you say about his company
Is what you say about society
- Catch the witness - Catch the wit
- Catch the spirit - Catch the spit
The world is the world is
Love and life are deep
Maybe as his eyes are wide
Exit the warrior
Today's Tom Sawyer
He gets high on you
The energy you trade
He gets right on to
The friction of the day
13 Red Barchetta (06:55)
My uncle has a country place, that no one knows about
He says it used to be a farm, before the Motor Law
And on Sundays I elude the 'Eyes', and hop the Turbine freight
To far outside the Wire, where my white-haired uncle waits
Jump to the ground
As the Turbo slows to cross the borderline
Run like the wind
As excitement shivers up and down my spine
Down in his barn
My uncle preserved for me an old machine -
For fifty-odd years
To keep it as new has been his dearest dream
I strip away the old debris, that hides a shining car
A brilliant red Barchetta, from a better, vanished time
Fire up the willing engine, responding with a roar!
Tires spitting gravel, I commit my weekly crime...
Wind in my hair -
Shifting and drifting -
Mechanical music -
Adrenalin surge -
Well-weathered leather
Hot metal and oil
The scented country air
Sunlight on chrome
The blur of the landscape
Every nerve aware
Suddenly, ahead of me, across the mountainside
A gleaming alloy air-car, shoots towards me, two lanes wide
I spin around with shrieking tires, to run the deadly race
Go screaming through the valley as another joins the chase
Run like the wind
Straining the limits of machine and man
Laughing out loud
With fear and hope, I've got a desperate plan
At the one-lane bridge
I leave the giants stranded
At the riverside
Race back to the farm
To dream with my uncle
At the fireside...
15 Limelight (04:32)
Living on a lighted stage
Approaches the unreal
For those who think and feel
In touch with some reality
Beyond the gilded cage
Cast in this unlikely role
Ill-equipped to act
With insufficient tact
One must put up barriers
To keep oneself intact
Living in the Limelight
The universal dream
For those who wish to seem
Those who wish to be
Must put aside the alienation
Get on with the fascination
The real relation
The underlying theme
Living in a fisheye lens
Caught in the camera eye
I have no heart to lie
I can't pretend a stranger
Is a long-awaited friend
All the world's indeed a stage
And we are merely players
Performers and portrayers
Each another's audience
Outside the gilded cage
Living in the Limelight
The universal dream
For those who wish to seem
Those who wish to be
Must put aside the alienation
Get on with the fascination
The real relation
The underlying theme
Living in the Limelight
The universal dream
For those who wish to seem
Those who wish to be
Must put aside the alienation
Get on with the fascination
The real relation
The underlying theme
The real relation
The underlying theme
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