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Comin' from the heartbeat, nothin' but the truth now
Everything is sweeter closer to the bone
Kris Kristofferson
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15 de noviembre de 2011
22 de junio de 2011
Menos siempre es más
No hay en el mundo cosa tan bien escripta que tornada a reveer por el que la escrivió,
no halle que polir, que corregir, que añadir y aun que quitar.
Escuchando a Kris Kristofferson en su cumpleaños, en particular sus últimos discos, totalmente straight and to the point, vuelvo a ser consciente de algo que pienso a menudo: la gente, en general, escribe de más.
Yo el primero, claro. Cuando reviso alguna de las cosas que escribo, aquí o donde sea, lo más habitual es que acabe acortando, limpiando el texto de excrecencias, de palabras superfluas sin otro valor que servir como muletas en que apoyarse.
De hecho, muchas veces, cuando leo a gente que me parece que escribe de más, lo que pienso es que en realidad no saben (sabemos) escribir, que no manejan el idioma, no son capaces de hacerle decir lo que quieren con el menor número de palabras posible.
Dos ejemplos más de lo que es para mí escribir bien, muy distintos entre sí y también de Kristofferson: Muñoz Molina e Idea Vilariño (insuperable en
Happy birthday, Kris!
Me entero por Efe Eme de que hoy es el cumpleaños del gran Kris Kristofferson. Y una cosa tan banal me alegra la mañana, y le felicito escuchando su reivindicación del country... and if you don't like Hank Williams, honey, you can kiss my ass! :-P
No los aparenta, pero el tío cumple 75 años. Así que me imagino que hay pocas probabilidades de que se deje caer por Europa. Una pena, porque me haría muchísima ilusión verle en directo. Escuchar de su voz de lija maravillas como esta o tantas otras.
De hecho, flipao como soy, de vez en cuando miro en su página web por si acaso le da por volver por aquí. Y aunque no sea así, no descarto en absoluto montarme otro viajecito a Nueva York (en plan Lucinda :) si me entero con tiempo de cuándo toca por allí...
Je!
No los aparenta, pero el tío cumple 75 años. Así que me imagino que hay pocas probabilidades de que se deje caer por Europa. Una pena, porque me haría muchísima ilusión verle en directo. Escuchar de su voz de lija maravillas como esta o tantas otras.
De hecho, flipao como soy, de vez en cuando miro en su página web por si acaso le da por volver por aquí. Y aunque no sea así, no descarto en absoluto montarme otro viajecito a Nueva York (en plan Lucinda :) si me entero con tiempo de cuándo toca por allí...
Je!
5 de enero de 2011
What's it to you?
Antes de cantar, comenta aquí Kris Kristofferson que esta canción era de entre todas las suyas la preferida de Johnny Cash.
Eso son palabras mayores, porque este señor no sólo ha compuesto la famosísima Me and Bobby McGee que cantó Janis Joplin, sino también un puñado de las mejores canciones de ¿country/folk/rock/whatever?, como Help me make it through the night, Sunday morning comin' down, Loving her was easier (than anything I'll ever do again) o, más recientemente, discos extraordinarios como This old road (e incluso cosas como If you don't like Hank Williams, que a mí me encantan...)
Sin embargo, esta canción, tan sencilla, tan poca cosa, tiene magia: me emociona.
Here comes that rainbow again
The scene was a small roadside cafe,
The waitress was sweeping the floor.
Two truck drivers drinking their coffee.
And two Okie kids by the door.
"How much are them candies?" they asked her.
"How much have you got?" she replied.
"We've only a penny between us."
"Them's two for a penny," she lied.
And the daylight grew heavy with thunder,
With the smell of the rain on the wind.
Ain't it just like a human.
Here comes that rainbow again.
One truck driver called to the waitress,
After the kids went outside.
"Them candies ain't two for a penny."
"So what's it to you?" she replied.
In silence they finished their coffee,
And got up and nodded goodbye.
She called: "Hey, you left too much money!"
"So what's it to you?" they replied.
And the daylight was heavy with thunder,
With the smell of the rain on the wind.
Ain't it just like a human.
Here comes that rainbow again.
Kris Kristofferson
Añado: Maravillas de Youtube, me recomienda este vídeo de Johnny Cash en el programa de David Letterman a saber hace cuantísimo tiempo, comentando que Kristofferson acababa de escribir su mejor canción, ésta, que él canta a continuación. La verdad es que los arreglos son bastante horterillas, nada que ver con la sobriedad majestuosa de Kristofferson a solas con su guitarra, pero no deja de ser bonita :)
Eso son palabras mayores, porque este señor no sólo ha compuesto la famosísima Me and Bobby McGee que cantó Janis Joplin, sino también un puñado de las mejores canciones de ¿country/folk/rock/whatever?, como Help me make it through the night, Sunday morning comin' down, Loving her was easier (than anything I'll ever do again) o, más recientemente, discos extraordinarios como This old road (e incluso cosas como If you don't like Hank Williams, que a mí me encantan...)
Sin embargo, esta canción, tan sencilla, tan poca cosa, tiene magia: me emociona.
Here comes that rainbow again
The scene was a small roadside cafe,
The waitress was sweeping the floor.
Two truck drivers drinking their coffee.
And two Okie kids by the door.
"How much are them candies?" they asked her.
"How much have you got?" she replied.
"We've only a penny between us."
"Them's two for a penny," she lied.
And the daylight grew heavy with thunder,
With the smell of the rain on the wind.
Ain't it just like a human.
Here comes that rainbow again.
One truck driver called to the waitress,
After the kids went outside.
"Them candies ain't two for a penny."
"So what's it to you?" she replied.
In silence they finished their coffee,
And got up and nodded goodbye.
She called: "Hey, you left too much money!"
"So what's it to you?" they replied.
And the daylight was heavy with thunder,
With the smell of the rain on the wind.
Ain't it just like a human.
Here comes that rainbow again.
Kris Kristofferson
Añado: Maravillas de Youtube, me recomienda este vídeo de Johnny Cash en el programa de David Letterman a saber hace cuantísimo tiempo, comentando que Kristofferson acababa de escribir su mejor canción, ésta, que él canta a continuación. La verdad es que los arreglos son bastante horterillas, nada que ver con la sobriedad majestuosa de Kristofferson a solas con su guitarra, pero no deja de ser bonita :)
11 de enero de 2010
Limbo
Después del otro día, me quedé con ganas de volver a ver Limbo, y eso acabo de hacer (aunque con varias interrupciones, una de ellas para la inevitable siesta en ese pedazo de sofá tan acogedor...).
Es curioso. Creí que me la sabía de memoria y resulta que ni siquiera recordaba cómo terminaba.
Me atrevería a decir que me ha gustado más que otras veces. Me gusta el ambiente: una pequeña ciudad de la costa de Alaska que ve cómo desaparece la industria conservera mientras los que manejan el cotarro deciden que el futuro está en el pasado, en el turismo histórico. Grandes también los actores: David Strathairn (éste no falla), Vanessa Martínez y una Mary Elizabeth Mastrantonio que desde entonces (1999) parece haber desaparecido, con lo buena que era. Y lo bien que canta el clasicazo de Tom:
Ahora que aún me acuerdo (...), puedo decir que me gusta el final, que sin decir nada dice mucho. O dice lo que cada uno quiera, que también está muy bien.
¡Oh! Olvidé mencionar al jefe Kris, perfecto para su papel, que hace que el final sea aún más incierto, pues uno no sabe quién de los dos es él: si el Dr. Kristofferson o Mr. Silver-tongued-devil
I took myself down to the Tally Ho Tavern,
To buy me a bottle of beer.
And I sat me down by a tender young maiden,
Who's eyes were as dark as her hair.
And as I was searching from bottle to bottle,
For something un-foolish to say.
That silver tongued devil just slipped from the shadows,
And smilingly stole her away.
I said: "Hey, little girl, don't you know he's the devil.
He's everything that I ain't.
Hiding intentions of evil,
Under the smile of a saint.
All he's good for is getting in trouble,
And shiftin' his share of the blame.
And some people swear he's my double,
And some even say we're the same.
But the silver-tongued devil's got nothing to lose,
I'll only live 'til I die.
We take our own chances and pay our own dues,
The silver tongued devil and I.
...
Kris Kristofferson
Es curioso. Creí que me la sabía de memoria y resulta que ni siquiera recordaba cómo terminaba.
Me atrevería a decir que me ha gustado más que otras veces. Me gusta el ambiente: una pequeña ciudad de la costa de Alaska que ve cómo desaparece la industria conservera mientras los que manejan el cotarro deciden que el futuro está en el pasado, en el turismo histórico. Grandes también los actores: David Strathairn (éste no falla), Vanessa Martínez y una Mary Elizabeth Mastrantonio que desde entonces (1999) parece haber desaparecido, con lo buena que era. Y lo bien que canta el clasicazo de Tom:
Ahora que aún me acuerdo (...), puedo decir que me gusta el final, que sin decir nada dice mucho. O dice lo que cada uno quiera, que también está muy bien.
¡Oh! Olvidé mencionar al jefe Kris, perfecto para su papel, que hace que el final sea aún más incierto, pues uno no sabe quién de los dos es él: si el Dr. Kristofferson o Mr. Silver-tongued-devil
I took myself down to the Tally Ho Tavern,
To buy me a bottle of beer.
And I sat me down by a tender young maiden,
Who's eyes were as dark as her hair.
And as I was searching from bottle to bottle,
For something un-foolish to say.
That silver tongued devil just slipped from the shadows,
And smilingly stole her away.
I said: "Hey, little girl, don't you know he's the devil.
He's everything that I ain't.
Hiding intentions of evil,
Under the smile of a saint.
All he's good for is getting in trouble,
And shiftin' his share of the blame.
And some people swear he's my double,
And some even say we're the same.
But the silver-tongued devil's got nothing to lose,
I'll only live 'til I die.
We take our own chances and pay our own dues,
The silver tongued devil and I.
...
Kris Kristofferson
12 de noviembre de 2009
Insisto
Las etiquetas, las calificaciones, los estereotipos. Tan útiles y al mismo tiempo tan limitados, tan empobrecedores.
Supongo que mucha gente diría que la música que compone e interpreta Kris Kristofferson es country. (Literalmente, al menos como yo lo entiendo, country music no es más que música del país, música del terreno, casi otra forma de decir folk music...)
A mí, que tengo mucho más a favor que en contra de ese tipo de música, me parece que lo que hace el señor Kristofferson es simplemente expresar lo que siente. Los calificativos sobran. Únicamente está intentando, lleva toda la vida intentando, llegar cada vez más adentro, más cerca de lo que él llama alma.
Y, en mi opinión, no va desencaminado.
Su anterior disco, This old road, es para mí un instant classic. Tengo la absoluta certeza de que es de esos pocos discos que seguiré escuchando durante años, décadas, toda mi vida.
Kris Kristofferson - This Old Road from New West Records on Vimeo.
Su último disco, de hace unos meses, se acerca aún más al fondo, al núcleo, al hueso:
Closer to the bone
Kris Kristofferson - Closer To The Bone from New West Records on Vimeo.
Ain't it kinda funny
Ain't it just the way though
Ain't 'cha gettin' better
Runnin' out of time
Making pretty music
Closer to your feelings
Working on the reason
Running on the rhyme
Heading for the highway
Rolling like a river
Soaring like an eagle
Skippin' like a stone
Comin' from the heartbeat
Nothin' but the truth now
Everything is sweeter
Closer to the bone
Ain't afraid of moonlight
Ain't afraid of freedom
Love will make you crazy
But your soul will keep you sane
Singing to the starlight
Over the horizon
Open to the pleasure
Equal to the pain
Heading for the highway
Rolling like a river
Soaring like an eagle
Skippin' like a stone
Comin' from the heartbeat
Nothin' but the truth now
Everything is sweeter
Closer to the bone
Kris Kristofferson
Supongo que mucha gente diría que la música que compone e interpreta Kris Kristofferson es country. (Literalmente, al menos como yo lo entiendo, country music no es más que música del país, música del terreno, casi otra forma de decir folk music...)
A mí, que tengo mucho más a favor que en contra de ese tipo de música, me parece que lo que hace el señor Kristofferson es simplemente expresar lo que siente. Los calificativos sobran. Únicamente está intentando, lleva toda la vida intentando, llegar cada vez más adentro, más cerca de lo que él llama alma.
Y, en mi opinión, no va desencaminado.
Su anterior disco, This old road, es para mí un instant classic. Tengo la absoluta certeza de que es de esos pocos discos que seguiré escuchando durante años, décadas, toda mi vida.
Kris Kristofferson - This Old Road from New West Records on Vimeo.
Su último disco, de hace unos meses, se acerca aún más al fondo, al núcleo, al hueso:
Closer to the bone
Kris Kristofferson - Closer To The Bone from New West Records on Vimeo.
Ain't it kinda funny
Ain't it just the way though
Ain't 'cha gettin' better
Runnin' out of time
Making pretty music
Closer to your feelings
Working on the reason
Running on the rhyme
Heading for the highway
Rolling like a river
Soaring like an eagle
Skippin' like a stone
Comin' from the heartbeat
Nothin' but the truth now
Everything is sweeter
Closer to the bone
Ain't afraid of moonlight
Ain't afraid of freedom
Love will make you crazy
But your soul will keep you sane
Singing to the starlight
Over the horizon
Open to the pleasure
Equal to the pain
Heading for the highway
Rolling like a river
Soaring like an eagle
Skippin' like a stone
Comin' from the heartbeat
Nothin' but the truth now
Everything is sweeter
Closer to the bone
Kris Kristofferson
NYC, día -2
No sé si acabaré yendo a algún concierto durante los diez días que estaré en Nueva York.
Pero si pudiese elegir uno, solo uno, sé perfectamente cuál sería.
Loving her was easier (than anything I'll ever do again)
I have seen the morning burning golden on the mountains in the skies.
Achin' with the feelin' of the freedom of an eagle when she flies.
Turnin' on the world the way she smiled upon my soul as I lay dying.
Healin' as the colours in the sunshine and the shadows of her eyes.
Wakin' in the mornin' to the feelin' of her fingers on my skin.
Wipin' out the traces of the people and the places that I've been.
Teachin' me that yesterday was something that I never thought of trying.
Talkin' of tomorrow and the money, love and time we had to spend.
Lovin' her was easier than anything I'll ever do again.
Comin' close together with a feelin' that I've never known before, in my time.
She ain't ashamed to be a woman, or afraid to be a friend.
I don't know the answer to the easy way she opened every door in my mind.
But dreamin' was as easy as believin' it was never gonna end.
And lovin' her was easier than anything I'll ever do again.
Kris Kristofferson
Help me make it through the night
Take the ribbon from your hair,
Shake it loose and let it fall,
Layin' soft upon my skin.
Like the shadows on the wall.
Come and lay down by my side
'till the early morning light
All I'm takin' is your time.
Help me make it through the night.
I don't care what's right or wrong,
I don't try to understand.
Let the devil take tomorrow.
Lord, tonight I need a friend.
Yesterday is dead and gone
And tomorrow's out of sight.
And it's sad to be alone.
Help me make it through the night.
I don't care what's right or wrong,
I don't try to understand.
Let the devil take tomorrow.
Lord, tonight I need a friend.
Yesterday is dead and gone
And tomorrow's out of sight.
Lord, it's bad to be alone.
Help me make it through the night.
Kris Kristofferson
Lástima que el jefe Kris no toque esos días por allí, cagonmimantu.
Pero si pudiese elegir uno, solo uno, sé perfectamente cuál sería.
Loving her was easier (than anything I'll ever do again)
I have seen the morning burning golden on the mountains in the skies.
Achin' with the feelin' of the freedom of an eagle when she flies.
Turnin' on the world the way she smiled upon my soul as I lay dying.
Healin' as the colours in the sunshine and the shadows of her eyes.
Wakin' in the mornin' to the feelin' of her fingers on my skin.
Wipin' out the traces of the people and the places that I've been.
Teachin' me that yesterday was something that I never thought of trying.
Talkin' of tomorrow and the money, love and time we had to spend.
Lovin' her was easier than anything I'll ever do again.
Comin' close together with a feelin' that I've never known before, in my time.
She ain't ashamed to be a woman, or afraid to be a friend.
I don't know the answer to the easy way she opened every door in my mind.
But dreamin' was as easy as believin' it was never gonna end.
And lovin' her was easier than anything I'll ever do again.
Kris Kristofferson
Help me make it through the night
Take the ribbon from your hair,
Shake it loose and let it fall,
Layin' soft upon my skin.
Like the shadows on the wall.
Come and lay down by my side
'till the early morning light
All I'm takin' is your time.
Help me make it through the night.
I don't care what's right or wrong,
I don't try to understand.
Let the devil take tomorrow.
Lord, tonight I need a friend.
Yesterday is dead and gone
And tomorrow's out of sight.
And it's sad to be alone.
Help me make it through the night.
I don't care what's right or wrong,
I don't try to understand.
Let the devil take tomorrow.
Lord, tonight I need a friend.
Yesterday is dead and gone
And tomorrow's out of sight.
Lord, it's bad to be alone.
Help me make it through the night.
Kris Kristofferson
Lástima que el jefe Kris no toque esos días por allí, cagonmimantu.
17 de enero de 2007
In the news
El gran Kris Kristofferson cumplió los 70 el año pasado, y lo celebró con el primer disco con canciones nuevas en mucho tiempo, del que creo que ya he dicho algo aquí alguna vez.
Es música desnuda, guitarra y voz, una voz curtida y rasgada, varonil y tierna.
Y letras cargadas de experiencia, de compasión, de amor y de agradecimiento por la buena vida que ha podido vivir.
Acabo de ver el vídeo de una de sus canciones, In the news, un alegato contra la guerra, contra Bush, contra la violencia, contra la destrucción de este hermoso planeta en el que vivimos.
In the news
Read about the sorry way he done somebody's daughter
Chained her to a heavy thing and threw her in the water
And she sank into the darkness with their baby son inside her
A little piece of truth and beauty died
Burning up the atmosphere and cutting down the trees
The billion dollar bombing of a nation on it's knees
Anyone not marching to their tune they call it treason
Everyone says God is on his side
See the lightning, hear the cries
Of the wounded in a world in Holy war
Mortal thunder from the skies
Killing everything they say they're fighting for
Broken babies, broken homes
Broken-hearted people dying everyday
How'd this happen, what went wrong
Don't blame God, I swear to God I heard him say
Not in my name, not on my ground
I want nothing but the ending of the war
No more killing, or it's over
And the mystery won't matter anymore
Broken dreamers, broken rules
Broken-hearted people just like me and you
We are children of the stars
Don't blame God, I swear to God he's crying too
Not in my name, not on my ground
I want nothing but the ending of the war
No more killing, or it's over
And the mystery won't matter anymore
Read about the sorry way he done somebody's daughter
Chained her to a heavy thing and threw her in the water
And she sank into the darkness with their baby son inside her
A little piece of truth and beauty died
Kris Kristofferson
Es música desnuda, guitarra y voz, una voz curtida y rasgada, varonil y tierna.
Y letras cargadas de experiencia, de compasión, de amor y de agradecimiento por la buena vida que ha podido vivir.
Acabo de ver el vídeo de una de sus canciones, In the news, un alegato contra la guerra, contra Bush, contra la violencia, contra la destrucción de este hermoso planeta en el que vivimos.
In the news
Read about the sorry way he done somebody's daughter
Chained her to a heavy thing and threw her in the water
And she sank into the darkness with their baby son inside her
A little piece of truth and beauty died
Burning up the atmosphere and cutting down the trees
The billion dollar bombing of a nation on it's knees
Anyone not marching to their tune they call it treason
Everyone says God is on his side
See the lightning, hear the cries
Of the wounded in a world in Holy war
Mortal thunder from the skies
Killing everything they say they're fighting for
Broken babies, broken homes
Broken-hearted people dying everyday
How'd this happen, what went wrong
Don't blame God, I swear to God I heard him say
Not in my name, not on my ground
I want nothing but the ending of the war
No more killing, or it's over
And the mystery won't matter anymore
Broken dreamers, broken rules
Broken-hearted people just like me and you
We are children of the stars
Don't blame God, I swear to God he's crying too
Not in my name, not on my ground
I want nothing but the ending of the war
No more killing, or it's over
And the mystery won't matter anymore
Read about the sorry way he done somebody's daughter
Chained her to a heavy thing and threw her in the water
And she sank into the darkness with their baby son inside her
A little piece of truth and beauty died
Kris Kristofferson
12 de enero de 2006
Soy tan jodidamente filoamericano, estoy tan absolutamente entregado a la invasión yankee, que me encanta hasta la puta country music.
He venido esta mañana escuchando a un gran tipo, Kris Kristofferson.
M-50, 6 y media de la mañana, y el menda cantando a grito pelado...
I dig Bobby Dylan and I dig Johnny Cash
And I think Waylon Jennings is a table thumpin' smash
And hearin' Joni Mitchell feels as good as smokin' grass
And if you don't like Hank Williams, honey, you can kiss my ass
Chorus:
'Cause I think what they've done is well worth doin'
And they're doin' it the best way that they can
You're the only one that you are screwin'
When you put down what you don't understand
I said, I dig Roger Miller, Merle Haggard; George Jones
Shotgun Willie Nelson and them rockin' Rollin' Stones
And Jerry Lee's still gotta be the coolest in the class
And if you don't like Hank Williams, honey, you can kiss my ass.
Chorus:
'Cause I think what they've done is well worth doin'
And they're doin' it the best way that they can
You're the only one that you are screwin'
When you put down what you don't understand
Forgot to say John Prine, Neil Young, Lyle Lovett (God bless him), Chris
Gantry, Jerry Jeff Walker, and David Allen Coe...
Kris Kristofferson
He venido esta mañana escuchando a un gran tipo, Kris Kristofferson.
M-50, 6 y media de la mañana, y el menda cantando a grito pelado...
I dig Bobby Dylan and I dig Johnny Cash
And I think Waylon Jennings is a table thumpin' smash
And hearin' Joni Mitchell feels as good as smokin' grass
And if you don't like Hank Williams, honey, you can kiss my ass
Chorus:
'Cause I think what they've done is well worth doin'
And they're doin' it the best way that they can
You're the only one that you are screwin'
When you put down what you don't understand
I said, I dig Roger Miller, Merle Haggard; George Jones
Shotgun Willie Nelson and them rockin' Rollin' Stones
And Jerry Lee's still gotta be the coolest in the class
And if you don't like Hank Williams, honey, you can kiss my ass.
Chorus:
'Cause I think what they've done is well worth doin'
And they're doin' it the best way that they can
You're the only one that you are screwin'
When you put down what you don't understand
Forgot to say John Prine, Neil Young, Lyle Lovett (God bless him), Chris
Gantry, Jerry Jeff Walker, and David Allen Coe...
Kris Kristofferson
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