Share it!
El que sí que és segur és que vaig arribar a Hatfield and the North a través de Caravan, buscant la veu del Richard Sinclair, la veu de "In The Land Of Grey And Pink". O potser no, potser buscava la del Robert Wyatt. Només vaig tolerar el primer disc, que és l'únic 100% tolerable.
"The Rotter's Club" és un disc francament infumable (jazz-rock derivatiu d'aquest que cansa tant) amb una gran portada, però per culpa d'això se'm va escapar la primera cançó, crec que la única cantada, fins que va venir el Jonathan Coe i va basar una part important del desenvolupament de la seva novel·la homònima en aquesta primera cançó.
Share it!
Share it, que ara descobreixo que no era del Richard Sinclair tal i com està acreditat al CD, sino que era lletra del Pip Pyle i música del Sinclair. I la lletra, no cal dir-ho, és de traca i mocador, una de les més maques de la música pop.
Tadpoles keep screaming in my ear
"Hey there! Rotter's Club!
Explain the meaning of this song and share it"
There's no way of understanding what's been going on
I lost track yesterday
Now I found out that it's generosity that turns me on
So let's keep it that way
Help yourself to me, I'll help myself to you
and all your friends - we can spread it around
So if you can spare it then come on and share it
Let's get on with it cause we're wasting our time
Please do not take it seriously really, what a joke!
The only thing that matters is to share it
Crass displays of acute embarrassment would make you cringe
Spend your money elsewhere
I won't trouble you with all that cheap philosophy
It's better still to watch that on T.V.
Most especially adverts of some slinky hairspray
When the plastic actresses take off their clothes
Just to demonstrate all their curves and cleavages
and subtleties quite forgetting their hair
Please do not take it seriously really, what a joke!
The only thing to do is grin and bear it
Mirthless merriment, sickly sentiments so commonplace
It would bore you to tears
Give me non-stop laughter, dispel disaster
Or the Rotter's Club might well lop off your ears
Laughing and drinking, dancing, grooving, stoned again
Falling over singing, hoping that you'll share it
Com algú ha fet notar, només amb la pronunciació de la paraula "seriously" ja n'hi hauria prou per considerar aquesta cançó una obra mestra del pop cantat en anglès-anglès.
Buscant per Youtube he trobat una versió absolutament brillant d'una versió reformada dels Hatfield, sembla ser que dels anys 90. Brillant no musicalment sino per les pintes del Richard Sinclair, absolutament de culte. L'alçada a la que porta el baix, l'espècie aquesta de kimono, la gorra...
I per cert, el Pip Pyle també és autor d'un dels títols més brillants del primer disc: "Shaving Is Boring"
posted by fraqnuoc at 3:08 PM
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FAREWELL, OH GREAT DRUM WARRIOR!
Pip Pyle, one of the Canterbury scene’s most celebrated percussive talents, passed away at 2.00am on August 28 after returning to a Paris hotel following a gig with Hatfield And The North. Here, his friend and Gong cohort Daevid Allen pays his respects to “a great original drum warrior”.
Pip Pyle, original Gong drummer & creator of unusual bands was an honours graduate of the Viv Stanshall School Of Creative Self Derangement. A great original drum warrior & cultivator of the spontaneous and unexpected, he grabbed life by the scruff and consistently re-wrote the book of survival in a rolling thunder of imaginative unpredictability.
From the brilliant young chancer in a vivid green suit whose tumbling chaos theory enveloped Gong music in 1970, to the thinking man's funambulist of recent times, he installed elegantly deviant time signatures into otherwise pedestrian constructs (a good example: Gong: O Motha Don't Do It Again).
A priceless provocateur with a huge heart full of fun and an endearing concern for wounded fellow warriors, he generated the funniest tour stories ever told. In making mischief his creativity and risk taking were legendary. Right now I am full of laughing memories despite my hurting heart. Yet he was equally capable of musical arrangements of such subtlety & delicious intelligence that he leaves a sea of beautiful compositions.
Pip equally inspired us all constantly by overcoming physical pain and discomfort. He broke all records for endurance at GONG25 in 1974 by filling in for the absent Pierre Moerlen while amply filling his own trousers in an already crowded schedule. With the dosh earned he bought a car outside the London venue, drove home to Paris without sleeping and terminally crashed it into the corner of his house, totalling the car but emerging unscratched.
He lived always on the brink, from Gong's first UK gig at the first Glastonbury Festival where he played on heroically despite being stricken with rheumatic fever to the mid nineties Gong tours where, with knees seizing up, he was on a formidable nightly roll bursting into new dimensions with Keith Da Missile on holding bass.
Pip's brilliant drumming, wicked humour and huge heart will forever be luminous in the oral histories of Gong the Planet, Hatfield and his many extraordinary outfits. He died in the arms of the goddess returning from his last great gig.
Ahhh Pip you crazy ole prankster! May you jam on forever in paradise!!
Daevid Allen – August 29, 2006
"The Rotters' Club" no és infumable, és un disc collonut. Clar que per gustos...
Per cert, "Share it" no és l'única cançó cantada: també tenen lletra "Fitter Stoke has a Bath", "Didn't Matter Anyway" i "Mumps", a més del bonus "Halfway Btwn. Heaven and Heart".
Salut!
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