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Powderfinger

"Look out, Mama, there's a white boat comin' up the river" 

Just an agreement in G major and the first verse comes. As the current of a river, causing a small landslide that the banks will become a landslide. As the projectile that is about to see and can not stop. starts like that, and you understand immediately how it will end: m ale.
Bell'intuito, storyteller with his nasal voice is telling you it is not clear that the boat to deliver mail, the dyeing clothes or fresh bread.

" I think you'd better call John 'cause it do not look like they're here to deliver "

And apart from a guitar riff. A simple chorus that seems to come from ; mazurchetta some of the parties in the fields. Powderfinger is a simple piece of voice and guitar is so beautiful : verse and riff, and verse riff, and bridge to the solo. ; Young is Canadian and in his music, there are meadows, lakes, moors and meadows, and perhaps that is why we really like mice. down is natural, flowing like a river. It 's a story that will end badly but in the meantime it makes you feel good, there is a deep sense of serenity in this country and western classic story of a young man who dies.

"Daddy's gone, my brother's out hunting in the mountains
Big John's been drinking since the river Took Emmy-Lou "

In the second part of the verse is in a minor key, in minor for the accuracy, which is a key to beautiful and sad. The boy did not a name, and in this way it becomes a bit 'all of us, when we have twenty years. And the good Neil here makes us a half-carnage: Emmy-Lou if the outlet is the river, Big John is an alcoholic, his father is gone and the boy when he saw the boat has seen fit to call his mother. Although we understand that you will not be able to help and just to let her see her son dying, poor thing. Incidentally tells you in advance, no surprises, as in any tragedy worthy of respect. We are professionals, works like this since the times of ancient Greeks: you know very well how it will end and you turn the pages to get there. Powderfinger is waiting of what is inevitably going to happen.

"And I just Turned twenty-two, I was wonderin 'what to do

They Got And the closer, the more Those feelings Grew."

The solo seems to stop time, stop the river flowing inexorably and brings the boat closer. It 's a theme so beautiful that it distracts us. In the end we all want to distract us from what is going to happen, pretend that it will not happen even though we know that must happen. E ' the last interval, the last moment of happiness then the bell rings, the usual riff falls has been made and those yet piuù neighbors, they're coming along the river down there.

"when the first shot hit the docks I saw it comin '

Raised my rifle to my eye, never stopped to wonder why.

Then I saw black and my face splashed in the sky .

He tells m to died, said to be dead, a precise description of every detail like a scene in slow motion, a long sequence shot where he raises the gun, the camera follows the viewfinder up to the boat on the river, the boat shoot the camera back with the bullet, and precedes it back to him sees him coming and understand ...

The solo returns, he knows he wet the river, the smell of burnt gunpowder. And 'the silence that fell hours on deck and is the wind passing through the reeds and tall grass in the meadows. The camera rises like a soul rising to heaven. And he prays, asks forgiveness for himself, for his unconsciousness and demand shelter and protection.

"Shelter me from the powder and the finger"

asked for mercy for all he has done and especially for what they could not do. C ome an epitaph engraved on the wooden edge of a knife, a stone that probably will never have.

"Think of me as one you'd never figured Would fade away so young "

The riff is time trunk and it is no coincidence. The song ends the mprovvisa. Like this


Powderfinger is a tragic story, one that the storyteller border like tell. And ' an epic piece, the guitar spends all his time on the four agreements , and a maximum of five bass, drums and rhythm guitar accompaniment are right for them. The riff is one of the simplest of all the history of rock, I know I almost do, and the excitement is all built into the text. In a few sentences flow a lifetime, a frontier world that no longer exists, stop at the exact in which they are going.


When Neil Young wrote in '75 was a young Canadian singer with long hair that looked like the sticker dell'hippy back with the guitar stuck behind Dyane and two horses in the early '80s (and in fact he, too, the adhesive, now belonged to a world that it was ending). She wrote for the next album of Lynyrd Skynyrd and sent to his friend Ronnie Van Zandt in September. And Ronnie wanted to do his: Ronnie not recorded because it never crashed plane a month later, in October of 1975 quell'ormai away.


bad for Ronnie, because Powderfinger was a masterpiece. In fact go down in history two years later when Neil will put in a hard era - Rust Never Sleep -, tour will start in with Crazy Horse's and will make an immortal classic. Enjoy.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FMvjfBdeiKw&NR=1

Hindi Wedding Card Matter

The fig Beirut

The fig tree is a plant that is content with little, growing a bit 'all over the world, it is virtually pest and without too much care is loaded with fruit. What feeds my house in the country four or five families of humans, two dogs, an unknown number of birds. And then I still advancing, figs.


My memory of Beirut is a fig, a tree that grows back. The first living being to repopulate an open area covered with debris, probably a building in his previous life, before the missiles and the last war. This fig tree grows in waiting to be cleared with the reconstruction and then maybe grow again, after the next war.


Beirut strange city, sea and mountains, and Islamic extremism raging nightlife, beautiful women (often reworked) and characters unpresentable, historic outpost of the Christian and Muslim masses that grow, dozens of ethnic groups and religions live together for better or worse, millions of Lebanese emigrants. Lebanese Arabs who are a bit 'as the Italians are the West: small town, good people a little' caciarona around the world, the small scoundrels who say all but basically no one wants to really bad.


Beirut did not know what to write. I was there recently and we'll be back soon but I was nothing, apart from the fig tree and the hotel pricked with bullets that has become a tourist attraction and not put in place because it's okay. Then yesterday I found a nice article Hugh Tramballi Il Sole 24 Ore online and I was reminded of this introduction. The most interesting steps dell'aticolo you write them below, do not carry over in full for obvious copyright issues. I tried to summarize his thoughts and respecting my feelings, I used parentheses and dots to indicate where I cut and the few additions that I made to reconstruct the meaning. I hope it's readable and I hope sporattutto Tramballi not angry ...


Here.

Suddenly the big hotels on the corniche are (...) filled. "Les accrochages" to the border with Israel, as they called with the lightness Lebanese all the shootings have caused only a rapid motion of the eyebrow. Then everybody in the boat, in the restaurants of the coast and the mountain that dominates, in the elegant shops. As the city's inhabitants, even the wealthy Gulf emirate of each come to spend the summer in Beirut have thought the worst. No one believed the war (...) the money to spend in Beirut (are) not limited. (..) The Centre Ville was rebuilt by Rafiq Hariri - its great legacy left to Lebanon with the airport - seems exhausted . (...) This year too the season is plenty of prejudice. (...)


The Lebanese, or rather, some Lebanese are getting rich as well as Hezbollah is becoming stronger politically and militarily. The danger that the power of the second is the stability of the country does not stop the first from investing and earning. (...) 2010 is just arrived in August and transactions increased by 39.5%. (...) It is money in most of the Lebanese expatriates. (...), The great merchants in Africa, the professionals in Europe and America. More than 40% of medical graduates in Lebanon in the last 40 years practicing in the United States. Working abroad and make a home in Lebanon. It is built in every district Beirut, for Ashrafiye Maronite, Sunni in Verdun, in the Shiite southern suburbs. Space there is not much. Sometimes you flatten ancient villas and beautiful (to make room for) dozens of anonymous skyscrapers, some (...) just finished, others under construction (that) are changing the city skyline. Beirut for the first time begins to look bad, its destructive and constructive chaos is losing appeal.


This smodatezza in one direction and the other is a form of madness. Because if nobody believed that the clash at the border could ruin the summer, everyone is convinced that soon or later there will be war. Among Christians in the cool evenings of Brum, a balcony above the lights of the harbor of Beirut, among the few secular Shiites and Sunni bourgeoisie, in the smell of salt water pipe and the Ain el Mraisseh, discussions are just about the war. "Break out, do you?" It's a rhetorical question (...) (...) fingers are those that will press the trigger again, the hand is the usual one: that of Israel, Iran, Syria, (...) of Ezbollah.

(In a country with 17 denominations and many international sponsors) the political seasons never last long and the (agreements) Doha (two years) is rapidly wearing out. (...) (...) Hezbollah now has his agenda, written more with the Iranians, the Syrians with that (...) the field is getting another break point. Why Lebanon should stop a reconstruction so rich? Because here's economy has never been a deterrent, because after the destruction there is always a reconstruction. And because the Lebanese summers are not for everyone. 0.5% of the population owns 45% of the savings bank, while 28% live on $ 4 a day. The doctors practicing abroad but half of the Lebanese do not have health insurance. The poor are always the first and sometimes enthusiastic recruits for war.

"Beirut is enriched waiting for the next war"

Ugo Tramballi article, Il Sole 24 Ore online Wednesday, August 18, 2010

http://www.ilsole24ore .com/art/commenti-e-idee/2010-08-18/beirut-arricchisce-aspettando-prossima-085523.shtml? uuid = AYd34iHC & fromSearch

Note that the picture is not really cool to Beirut, but it makes quite the idea.