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Il surf… dalla città dei laghi.
“La città è situata nella parte sud-orientale del Minnesota, lungo le sponde del fiume Mississippi. Nell'area cittadina si trovano 24 laghi di piccole dimensioni, e fu proprio l'abbondanza di acqua a suggerire a fondatori il nome della città. Il termine Minneapolis deriva infatti dalla parola minne, che significa acqua in lingua Lakota, e polis, città in greco. La città è anche nota con il nomignolo di "Città dei laghi"” da Wikipedia – L’Enciclopedia Libera
Da questa città, sul finire del 1963, Tony Andreason (chitarra), Dan Winslow (chitarra e voce), Steve Wahrer (batteria e voce) e Bob Reed (basso) “invadono” gli Stati Uniti con la hit “Surfin’ Bird”, che regalerà loro una notorietà quasi del tutto inaspettata ed un quarto posto nella classifica di vendite Billboard; successo che non riusciranno più ad eguagliare con i successivi (pur ottimi) singoli.
L’idea viene a Wahrer, quando decide di combinare assieme (mash-up ante-litteram…) due brani dei The Rivingtones (“The Bird’s The Word” e “Pa Pa Ooh Mow Mow”), esasperandone la già frenetica ritmica e istupidendone il cantato, tanto da rendere il brano un pezzo di schizofrenia-freak tuttora ineguagliato (le cover in studio dei Ramones o dei Cramps sembrano versioni ordinate e ripulite dell’originale). La scena garage americana deve molto (tutto è un pochino troppo, anche perché contemporaneamente, a Seattle, The Sonics stavano brutalizzando il rock’n’roll, fino a farlo marcire…) a questi quattro surfisti d’acqua dolce, che sull’onda del successo rilasciano nel 1964 un lp che riprende il titolo del 45 giri, senza però averne la medesima fortuna.
Al suo interno una manciata di splendide tavole da surf, tra cui “Misirlou” che Dick Dale & His Del-Tones (altra leggenda del genere) riprenderanno in chiave più acida (chi non conosce la “sigla” dei titoli di testa di Pulp Fiction di Tarantino… ?), "King Of The Surf” (basta il titolo) o “Bird Bath”; ed intriganti rivisitazioni, come il rock’n’roll di “It’s So Easy” (Buddy Holly), il soul della plurisaccheggiata “Money (That’s What I Want)” ed il folklore ispanico di “Malaguena Leccona”.
Nessuno era ancora pronto alla furia demente del quartetto di Minneapolis, le classifiche erano invase dalle onde più morbide e sicure dei Beach Boys o di Jean & Dean; ed I Trashmen vivacchiarono ancora un paio di stagioni sulla spinta di “Surfin’ Bird”, fino allo split di fine 1967, senza poter regalare nessun altro lavoro lungo. Nel 1994 vede la luce “The Great Lost Trashmen Album!”, per la Sundazed, che ripesca i brani a cui stavano lavorando, singoli e retri inediti su lp, più alcuni interessanti demo… pratica messa in atto anche con questo lavoro (ottime le demo-version di “Surfin’ Bird” e “Bird Dance Beat”).
"…Surfin' bird
Bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb... [retching noises]... aaah!
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Oom-oom-oom-oom-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-oom-oom-oom
Oom-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-a-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, ooma-mow-mow
Papa-oom-oom-oom-oom-ooma-mow-mow
Oom-oom-oom-oom-ooma-mow-mow
Ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, ooma-mow-mow
Well don't you know about the bird?
Well, everybody knows that the bird is the word!
A-well-a bird, bird, b-bird's the word"
Elenco tracce testi e video
01 Surfin' Bird (02:23)
A-well-a everybody's heard about the bird
B-b-b-bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a bird, bird, bird, the bird is the word
A-well-a bird, bird, bird, well the bird is the word
A-well-a bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a bird, bird, bird, well the bird is the word
A-well-a bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a bird, bird, bird, well the bird is the word
A-well-a bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a don't you know about the bird?
Well, everybody knows that the bird is the word!
A-well-a bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a...
A-well-a everybody's heard about the bird
Bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a don't you know about the bird?
Well, everybody's talking about the bird!
A-well-a bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a bird...
Surfin' bird
Bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb... [retching noises]... aaah!
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Oom-oom-oom-oom-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-oom-oom-oom
Oom-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-a-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, ooma-mow-mow
Papa-oom-oom-oom-oom-ooma-mow-mow
Oom-oom-oom-oom-ooma-mow-mow
Ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, ooma-mow-mow
Well don't you know about the bird?
Well, everybody knows that the bird is the word!
A-well-a bird, bird, b-bird's the word
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
07 King of the Surf (02:30)
Well we're takin' my woodie and headin' on down
Where the cool cool surfers all gather round
Got a brand new board and I'm ready to fly
I'll be shootin' the curl before the sun is high
Show those hodads, gremmies, heroes too
The kinda' high ridin' real surfers too
Well I'm a high ridin' surfer and it takes three crunchers and a heavy
to wipe me out
I can do a double spinner before you count to three
Whoa oh, king of the surf that's me
Whoa oh, king of the surf that's me
Well I'm a real hot-dogger so very alive
When I'm ridin' the cruncher and a'hangin' five
Listen to the roar of the shore break sound
Keep on surfin' till the sun goes down
Grab your honey and a'hold her tight
We're gonna have a surfin' party tonight
Well I'm a high ridin' surfer and it takes three crunchers and a heavy
to wipe me out
I can do a double spinner before you count to three
Whoa oh, king of the surf that's me
Whoa oh, king of the surf that's me
Surf City's callin' me and a'man oh man
Gonna find a surf baby grab her by the hand
Gonna build a fire, gonna build it right
We're gonna dance on the beach, gonna dance all night
Dance and sing the whole night away
And be ridin' our surfboards well the very next day
Well I'm a high ridin' surfer and it takes three crunchers and a heavy
to wipe me out
I can do a double spinner before you count to three
Whoa oh, king of the surf that's me
Whoa oh, king of the surf that's me
Whoa oh, king of the surf that's me
Whoa oh, king of the surf that's me
10 My Woodie (01:56)
Well if you ever go down to where the big cars go
Well you can ask anybody cause they all know
That there's one wild woodie that's really mean
She's a roller cam huffer blown fuelie machine
She's big, big, she's bad, bad, my woodie
She's a full out scavenger with racin' slicks
And when I'm lightin' the skins I really get my kicks
Uh well she's chopped and a'channeled and she's stroked and bored
A big rubber daddy with a four on the floor
She's big, big, she's bad, bad, my woodie
A roller cam huffer blown fuelie machine
That really wails comin' out of the gate
I can hit second gear while you're still layin' rubber
And buddy by that time it's too late
So you better think twice cause your wastin' my time
When you come around messin' with that woodie of mine
Cause she'll walk right over those bennie soups
The Stingrays, Caddies and the little deuce coupes
She's big, big, bad, bad, my woodie
She's big, big, bad, bad, my woodie
She's big, big, bad, bad, my woodie
She's big, big, bad, bad, my woodie
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