Bookshop Casanova, The Clientele

Domingo por la noche en la Sala Galileo Galilei (llamada Neu Club para estas ocasiones). Calamar, el Pelao, y yo (la Chuli se unió un poco más tarde) pudimos disfrutar de la actuación primero de Mi and Láu, y luego de los ruidosos, beatlelianos y psicodélicos The Clientele. Su cantante y guitarrista, Alasdair McLean, nos dió psicodelia guitarrera para el pelo. Ríase usted de Kula Shaker. Además en esta ocasión acudir al concierto de The Clientele tenía el aliciente de ver la nueva incorporación del grupo, una rubia que toca el violín descalza...

El video es una pequeña obra de arte. No se puede negar que te impulsa a mover los pies...

En esta ocasión la languidez la pusieron Mi and Lau. Música desconsolada y voces que nos recuerdan por una parte a Leonard Cohen y por otro a la O'Riordan o a Skinhead O'Connor.

Me perdí a Matt Elliott, que era el tercero en el cartel. Eso sí, nos dió tiempo a degustar unas cervezas en esta sala ocupada para la ocasión con mesas y sillas en plan cabaret, mientras contemplábamos las actuaciones. Yo me fui pronto, pero tengo la certeza de que el Pelao dió buena cuenta de un escocés antes de retirarse.

Dios salve a The Clientele!

Bookshop Casanova, The Clientele

After all the lights go low

we find ourselves alone

We could be just anywhere

but no one's going home

You got my name,

pick up my number

Come on darling,

let's be lovers

You got my name,

pick up my number

Come on darling,

let's be lovers

Now see the dying summer moon

It's shining just for me and you

And the night that seems so alone is gone, gone, gone

Weave the sunlight in your hair,

catch it in your arms

I can see you movin' in,

I'm easy and I'm calm

You got my name,

pick up my number

Come on darling,

let's be lovers

You got my name,

pick up my number

Come on darling,

let's be lovers

Now see that dying summer moon

It's shining just for me and you

And the night that seems so alone is gone, gone, gone

I see that dying string

It's shining just for me and you

And the night that seems so alone is gone, gone, gone

Good night, good night

Originalmente para Gangs of the blog!!!

Escandinavos y bailarinas de ballet

Dicen que el director de cine hispano-chileno Alejandro Amenabar lloró cuando acudió al cine a ver El sexto sentido (1999), del director indo-estadounidense M. Night Shyamalan Ding-Dong, al comprobar el parecido del film con el que estaba preparando él mismo (Los otros, 2000). Del mismo modo podemos imaginarnos al sueco Jay Jay Johanson llorando como una nenaza al ver en la tele el video de los noruegos Kings of Convenience, "I'd Rather Dance with You" (2004), con el rollo bailarinas de ballet, mientras ideaba el video de su canción Rush (2005). Eso sí, los noruegos le dan un toque entre torpe, infantil y graciosillo al video, mientras que Jay Jay Johanson (te escapaste vivo, Fernifunk) se aplica más en el rollo vaporoso y chungo-sensual. Además, para más susto, Jay Jay Johanson me recuerda un poco en las imágenes a ese gran personaje, T-Bag, de Prison Break. Tiene más peligro que el Pelao en una barra libre.

Aquí están ambas, I'd Rather Dance with You, de Kings of Convenience, y Rush, de Jay-Jay Johanson, listas para su degustación.




I'd rather dance with you than talk with you

So why don't we just move into the other room

There's space for us to shake, and hey, I like this tune

Even if I could hear what you said

I doubt my reply would be interesting for you to hear

Because I haven't read a single book called you

And the only film I saw, I didn't like it at all

I'd rather dance, I'd rather dance than talk with you

I'd rather dance, I'd rather dance than talk with you

I'd rather dance, I'd rather dance than talk with you

The music's too loud and the noise from the crowd

Increases the chance of misinterpretation

So let your hips do the talking

I'll make you laugh by acting like the guy who sings

And you'll make me smile by really getting into the swing

Getting into the swing, getting into the swing

I'd rather dance, I'd rather dance than talk with you






I don't wanna rush you now

If you need sometime to think

I can wait another year

But i can't promise anything

I guess you have a reason girl

Let me try to understand

Maybe i'm not good enough

But i will do the best i can

I don't wanna rush you now

I don't wanna rush you now

Everybody's telling me

I should take a good advice

But i better let you know

It doesn't come as a surprise

I'm tryin' to get through to you

A conversation on the phone

I know it might sound silly but

After all i wish i'd known

I'm tryin' to get through to you

I'm tryin' to get through to you

Oh honey i just wanna let you know

That i never gonna let you go

Oh honey come a little closer now

Come on, don't stop

Well i guess you feel the same way too

I know you're still in love with me

I can see it in your eyes

You say you have forgotten me

But i'm sure it's only lies

I dont' wanna rush you now

If you need sometime to think

I can wait another year

But i can't promise anything

I don't wanna rush you now

I don't wanna rush you now

(publicado originalmente en Gangs of the Blog)