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Qualcuno m'ha chiesto qual è stato il disco che ha rivoluzionato la mia vita. In definitiva sono molti i dischi che hanno avuto un'impatto sulla mia esistenza, o che ne hanno scandito i momenti cruciali, o addirittura ne hanno sottolineato la drammaticità o la felicità...
Allora mi son messa a pensare al primo disco che rivoluzionò il mio quotidiano. Ardua impresa anche questa, difatti crescendo in una famiglia appassionata di rock (sia i genitori, sia una pletora di zii, ossia gli undici fratelli di mia madre), il "rivoluzionario" era di casa. Però, nonostante gli ascolti, i miei erano piuttosto severi, ossia le ragazzine come me e le mie sorelle potevano sì ascoltare il rock, ma dovevamo rigare dritto e fare le "prafe pampine". Un po' contorta come educazione, ma tipicamente svizzera: liberale, ma con disciplina di polso.
C'era ad inizio anni '70 una sola trasmissione televisiva musicale, cioè "Top of the Pops", era la televisione tedesca che passava le registrazioni fatte a Londra. Avevo dieci anni, e il mio personaggio preferito di "Top of the Pops" era in assoluto Suzi Quatro. Era rockissima. Era scatenata. Era forte. Era sempre in mezzo ad uomini poco raccomandabili. E non piaceva per niente a mio padre.
Identificarmi in Suzi Quatro (mi feci tagliare i capelli come lei da una mamma a malavoglia complice) fu il mio primo gesto ribelle nei confronti della patria podestà, e ciò divertì molto mio zio Albert: mi regalò Can the Can, che io potei ascoltare solo di nascosto, e sulla quale copertina fantasticai per mesi. Avere in mano quest'album, cantare a sguarciagola la hit Can The Can, lottare fino alle lacrime con mio padre perché volevo i jeans (i miei primi jeans!) aderentissimi come quelli della Suzie... eppoi ai miei occhi di bambina quei tre - la band della mia eroina - così maschi, pelosi, pieni di ormoni... in particolare il tipo che si scola la birra, con la mano infilata nel jeans, quello lì mi turbava molto, era proprio animale. E penso che fosse proprio quest'atteggiamento di Suzi, e dei suoi scagnozzi, a far storcere il naso al mio vecchio. Troppo poco - ahem - intellettuali.
Suzi Quatro era sfacciata, diretta e simpaticissima. Era una bomba sul palco, anche bravina a suonare il basso, e, ai miei occhi infantili, meravigliosamente rivoluzionaria e femminista, lei regina in un mondo glam fatto di uomini troppo effeminati e troppo truccati.
Ho voluto ricordare questo disco, e i miei pensieri di bambina in vena di piccole ribellioni, anche perchè l'altra sera ho visto una trasmissione tedesca, in cui Suzi Quatro, quella di oggi, ha cantato una sua vecchia hit (Daytona Demon). Cavolo, mi sono detta, quanto è invecchiata male, e che musicaccia 'cheap'... però mi sono pentita subito di questi pensieri razionali da "esperta" di musica. Suzi è stata la prima, prima di Joan Jett e Blondie, prima di tutte le rrriot girl e delle Courtney varie. E se oggi io sono quella che sono, è anche grazie a lei, ed ai suoi jeans aderenti, quelli che finalmente, a 12 anni, mi feci regalare (sempre dallo zio compiacente), e che per metterli dovevo sdraiarmi sul letto. Ragazzi, li ho indossati tutti i giorni, per due mesi di fila, senza lavarli. Quanto ero orgogliosa dei miei primi jeans!
"The guys in my band don't wear glitter, they're real men... Black leathers, sexy, and its got interesting zips..."
(Suzi Quatro)
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01 48 Crash (03:58)
Well you got the hands of a man and the face of a little boy blue-ue
And when you stand you're so grand there's a case just for looking at you-oo oo-oo
You're so young, you could have been the devil's son
You're so young, but like a hang up I'll be sad when you're old and you're gone
Refrain:
Watch Out!
You know the 48 Crash come like a lightning flash (48 Crash, 48 Crash)
And the 48 Crash is a silk sash bash (48 Crash, 48 Crash)
48 Crash, 48 Crash
Come like a lightning flash, a lightning flash
And it's a silk sash bash, a silk sash bash, that's the 48 Crash
You've got the kind of a mind of a juvenile Romeo-o
And you're so blind you could find that your motor ain't ready to go-o o-o
You're so young, you're a hot shot son of a gun
You're so young, but like a teenage tearaway soon you'll be torn and you'll run
Refrain
Crash, Crash, 48 Crash (Crash)
Crash, Crash, 48 Crash (Crash)
Crash, Crash, 48 Crash (Crash)
Crash, Crash, AAAGH!
You know the 48 Crash comes like a lightning flash (48 Crash, 48 Crash)
And the 48 Crash is a silk sash bash (48 Crash, 48 Crash)
48 Crash, 48 Crash
Come like a lightning flash, a lightning flash
And it's a silk sash bash, a silk sash bash
That's the 48 Crash
48 Crash (Repeat And Fade)
02 Glycerine Queen (03:51)
[Lennie Tuckey; Suzi Quatro]
Born in the world of a fifty-dollar dream
Tailor-made coat with a straight back seam
Just can't resist the twilight life of a queen
Takin' pocket money givin' shady secrets back
Soft-spoken sillhouette is part of the act
Mother's undertaker wouldn't dig you a hole in the wall
Glycerine Queen fightin' hard to win
Glycerine Queen, Glycerine Queen
What's the matter, Queenie, Won't they let you in?
Glycerine Queen, Glycerine Queen
Five will get you ten here on the prowl again
Put your pot of gold in the lion's den
Your parasite mind ain't the truly respectable kind
Your life-style past is gonna get you soon
Spend a few years in a padded room
A book full of blues, bad memories to pass the time
Glycerine Queen fightin' hard to win
Glycerine Queen, Glycerine Queen
What's the matter, Queenie, Won't they let you in?
Glycerine Queen, Glycerine Queen
We all laughed at the Glycerine Queen
We all laughed at the Glycerine Queen
What's the matter, Queenie, Won't they let you in?
Glycerine Queen fightin' hard to win
Glycerine Queen, Glycerine Queen
What's the matter, Queenie, Won't they let you in?
Glycerine Queen, Glycerine Queen
03 Shine My Machine (03:53)
Down In Motor City Where I Come From
People Like Their Music Loud
Motown Was Born Down The East Side
Detroit Is The Name Of My Town
Factory-Workers, Hippies And Crew-Cuts
Jumping Up And Down In Their Seats
In The Daytime It Sure Looks Different
But At Night It's Just A Rock-N-Roll Beat
[Chorus:]
So Rev My Engine
Shine My Machine
Drive Me-Pet Me, Baby
Fill Me With Slo-Gin
Soul-Brother Likes His Old Motown
The Greaser Still Likes To Jive
You Can't Knock A Rocker For Rockin'
It's What Keeps This City Alive
[Chorus]
Soul-Brother Likes His Old Motown
The Greaser Still Likes To Jive
You Can't Knock A Rocker For Rockin'
It's What Keeps This City Alive
[Chorus]
04 Official Suburban Superman (03:09)
Give Me The Man Who Ain't Like No Other Man
Gives Lovin' Freely
Official Suburban Superman
No Dirty Laundry Lyin' Over The Chair
No Moody Judy
Vacuum Cleaner Salesman Of The Year
Acts Like Mr. Snow White With All His Seven Dwarfs
And The Streets They're Lined With Lamplights
And There's One For Every Door
The Gates Ain't Even Pad Locked
And The Windows Are Open Wide
And The Drapes...They're Pulled Completely
For What The Have To Hide
Keeper Of The Castle Don't Know What's Been Goin' On
The Lock On Lady Love-Life
Don't Appear To Be So Very Strong
Well, Ladies If You Look You'd Better Leave That Door Ajar
Wham, Bam And Thank You
The Official Suburban Superman
05 I Wanna Be Your Man (03:23)
I Wanna Be Your Lover, Baby
I Wanna Be Your Man
I Wanna Be Your Lover, Baby
I Wanna Be Your Man
Tell Me That You Love Me, Baby
Tell Me That You Understand
Tell Me That You Love Me, Baby
I Wanna Be Your Man
[Chorus:]
I Wanna Be Your Man
I Wanna Be Your Man
I Wanna Be Your Man
I Wanna Be Your Man
Love You Like No Other, Baby
Like No Other Can
Love You Like No Other, Baby
Like No Other Can
Tell Me That You Love Me, Baby
Tell Me That You Understand
Tell Me That You Love Me, Baby
I Wanna Be Your Man
[Chorus]
I Wanna Be Your Lover, Baby
I Wanna Be Your Man
I Wanna Be Your Lover, Baby
I Wanna Be Your Man
Love Me Like No Other, Baby
Like No Other Can
Love Me Like No Other, Baby
I Wanna Be Your Man
07 All Shook Up (03:52)
Bless my soul. What's wrong with me?
I'm itchin' like a man on a fuzzy tree
My friends say I'm acting queer as a bug
I'm in love
I'm all shook up
Oh, oh, oh
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Oh, oh, oh
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
My hands are shaking and my knees are weak
I can't seem to stand on my own two feet
Who do you thank when you have such luck
I'm in love
I'm all shook up
Oh, oh, oh
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Oh, oh, oh
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Well, please don't ask me what's on my mind
I'm a little mixed up, but I'm feeling fine
When I'm with the girl that I love best
My heart beats so, and it scares me to death
She touches my hand and what a thrill I got
Her lips are like a volcano that's hot
I'm proud to say that she's my buttercup
I'm in love
I'm all shook up
Oh, oh, oh
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Oh, oh, oh
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
[Instrumental break]
Well, bless my soul. What's wrong with me?
I'm itchin' like a man on a fuzzy tree
My friends say I'm acting queer as a bug
I'm in love
I'm all shook up
Oh, oh, oh
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Oh, oh, oh
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Backup vocals]
Ummm, she’s all shook up, uh-uh-huh, she’s all shook up
Ahhhh, she’s all shook up
Ummm, she’s all shook up, uh-uh-huh, she’s all shook up
Ahhhh, she’s all shook up
Ummm, she’s all shook up, uh-uh-huh, she’s all shook up
Ahhhh, she’s all shook up
Ummm, she’s all shook up, uh-uh-huh, she’s all shook up
Ahhhh, she’s all shook up
[Fade out]
09 Skin Tight Skin (04:23)
Skin Tight Skin, Hair Dyed And Walks Like A Rainbow
Where She Goes The Joe Knows Her Middle Name
High Heels, Click, Clack
Hey Are You Walkin' Or Stalkin?
Because People Are Talkin'
Don't You Believe It
Don't You Believe It
Don't You Believe It Ah
Because People Are Talkin'
Don't You Believe It
Don't You Believe It Ah
Lipstick Skin Per Plastic Made-To-Measure Warm
Chip Shop, Milk Bar Pickup Number One Off The Wall
High-Time, Play-Time, Even Daytime, Find Time To Sleep Some
Because People Are Talkin'
Don't You Believe It
Don't You Believe It
Don't You Believe It Ah
Because People Are Talkin'
Don't You Believe It
Don't You Believe It Ah
Because People Are Talkin'
Don't You Believe It
Don't You Believe It
Don't You Believe It Ah
Because People Are Talkin'
Don't You Believe It
Don't You Believe It Ah
11 Rockin' Moonbeam (02:56)
Hip-Shakin', Boogie Baby
You're Never Gonna Be No Queen
Passed Your Time And Lost Your Prime
Now You're Twenty Years Past Your Teens
Well, Like A Blast From The Bloodline Special
And The Doctors Are Growing Rich
What The Guys In Town Are Being Passed Around
It Ain't No Seven Year Itch
Rockin' Moonbeam
You're A Cool Operator
Rockin' Moonbeam
You Old Heart Breaker
Rockin' Moonbeam
You Two-Bit Taker
Cover Up Your Frown
It's Only Age That Will Slow You Down
Rockin' Moonbeam
Rock, Rockin' Moonbeam
Rockin' Moonbeam
Rock, Rockin' Moonbeam
Rockin' Moonbeam
Rock, Rockin' Moonbeam
Rockin' Moonbeam
You're A Cool Operator
Rockin' Moonbeam
You Old Heart Breaker
Rockin' Moonbeam
You Two-Bit Taker
Cover Up Your Frown
It's Only Age That Will Slow You Down
Hip-Shakin', Boogie Baby
You're Never Gonna Be No Queen
Passed Your Time And Lost Your Prime
Now You're Twenty Years Past Your Teens
12 Shakin' All Over (03:35)
When you move in right up close to me
That's when I get the shakes all over me
Quivers down my back bone
I got the shakes in my thigh bone
I got the quivers in my knee bone
Shakin' all over
Just the way that you say goodnight to me
Brings the feeling out inside of me
Quivers down my back bone
I got the shakes in my thigh bone
I got the quivers in my knee bone
Shakin' all over
[Insturmental]
Quivers down my back bone
I got the shakes in my thigh bone
I got the quivers in my knee bone
Shakin' all over
Well, you make me shake, and you like to shake, you make me shake
Oh, you make me shake, and I like to shake, oh you make me shake
Oh you know you make me shake, and I like to shake, honey (Can the can, honey, can the can, honey)
Quivers down my back bone
I got the shakes in my thigh bone
I got the quivers in my knee bone
Shakin' all over
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