CYBERJUKEBOX #002 – Baixe os 2 primeiros álbuns de Tim Hardin [1941-1980] – Vol. 1 (1966) e Vol. 2 (1967)

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TIM HARDIN – I & II (1966 e 1967)
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Carxs,

A Casa de Vidro, através da série de posts Cyber Jukebox, disponibiliza downloads de álbuns musicais que desfrutamos intensamente por aqui e que desejamos, como Bodhisatvas piratas, pôr na roda e compartilhar. Apreciem sem moderação, pois, esses sons aqui ofertados a todxs que concordam que, sem música, a vida seria um erro, como disse Nietzsche. Hoje, apreciem os dois primeiros álbuns do cantor-e-compositor Tim Hardin [1941-1980] (MP3, 100 MB), figura memorável da cena folk anglo-saxã nos anos 1960 e 1970.  Tim Hardin marcou época no cenário folk do Greenwich Village sessentista e chegou a tocar no lendário festival de Woodstock em 1969. Sua canção mais famosa, “If You Were a Carpenter”, foi gravada por Johnny Cash (em dueto com June) e pelos Four Tops (da Motown). Porém, lembra-nos a Wikipedia, “seu vício em heroína e o medo dos palcos fazia com que seus shows fossem deveras erráticos.” O próprio Bob Dylan reconheceu Hardin como um dos grandes cantores-compositores de sua geração. Décadas depois, uma das vozes mais expressivas do grunge, Mark Lanegan, também celebraria o legado Hardin no Screaming Trees e em sua carreira-solo (chegando a gravar “Shiloh Town”). Uma das bandas do rock alternativo atual mais influenciadas por Tim Hardin é o Okkervil River, que gravou a canção “Black Sheep Boy”, que também dá nome a uns dos primeiros álbuns da banda. Richie Unterberger, em uma biografia publicada na AMG Allmusic Guide, define-o como “a gentle, soulful singer who owed as much to blues and jazz as folk, Tim Hardin produced an impressive body of work in the late ’60s without ever approaching either mass success or the artistic heights of the best singer/songwriters.”

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TIM HARDIN – Vol. 1 (1966) [CLICK TO DOWNLOAD]
AllMusic Review by Bruce Eder

Tim Hardin‘s debut album was something of a happy accident, a killer record at least a third of which was comprised of tracks intended as demos, while another half utilized a string orchestra that the artist knew nothing about. Whatever its origins, Tim Hardin 1 is one of the most powerful and compelling records of its era, encompassing deeply personal and compelling poetry, blues, rock, and folk in settings ranging from stripped-down Sun Records-style rock & roll to lightly orchestrated folk-rock. The beautiful, briskly paced “Don’t Make Promises” — which, along with “Reason to Believe,” became one of the two huge songwriting hits here — opens the album on an ambitious note, its sound mixing a small-band and string section behind a confessional lyric. “Green Rocky Road” and the rollicking “Smugglin’ Man” are both more in a traditional folk-rock vein, showcasing the darker and rougher side of Hardin‘s singing, while “How Long” carries listeners into electric blues that is as raw and stripped down as anything coming out of the British blues boom of the same era, and which could’ve passed muster on Chess’ Fathers & Sons blues showcase. Hardin wasn’t happy about the presence of the blues-style demos on the finished album, but when they’re placed alongside such startlingly original and personal songs as “Reason to Believe,” “Misty Roses,” “While You’re on Your Way,” “It’ll Never Happen Again,” and “Hang on to a Dream,” they vividly show off the sheer range of Hardin’s singing and his musical sensibilities. The string accompaniment on most of those songs reportedly wasn’t to Hardin’s liking, but Artie Butler‘s arrangements are models of restraint, and the bluesier cuts here keep the album from going too far in that direction. And so what if “Ain’t Gonna Do Without” was Hardin’s informal joke based on “Hi Heel Sneakers,” never intended for release? It offered some of the best blues harmonica that John Sebastian ever laid down on a record. The result is a seminal folk-rock album, every bit as exciting and urgent as it was in 1966, and as important a creative effort as Bob Dylan‘s Bringing It All Back Home and Highway 61 Revisited. And this wasn’t even Hardin’s best album, though it set the pattern for everything he did after.

TIM HARDIN – Vol. II (1967) [CLICK TO DOWNLOAD]
AllMusic Review by Richard Mortifoglio

While not as prolific as Bob Dylan, Paul Simon, or Neil Young, the prototypical folk-rocker Tim Hardinremains one of the greatest singer/songwriters, as much for his masterly delivery and subtle, jazz-inflected accompaniments as for the enduring songcraft of his classics “If I Were a Carpenter,” “Reason to Believe,” “Misty Roses,” and “The Lady Came from Baltimore.” Opening with “Carpenter,” a song on the same level as “Like a Rolling Stone” or “Norwegian Wood,” Tim Hardin 2 is a lovely, all too brief set from tune heaven. An unlikely highlight might just be its very last song, “Tribute to Hank Williams,” which sounds nothing like a country song, but manages in just a few lines to bring the myth of Hank Williams forth into the beautiful chaos of the ’60s: “Goodbye Hank Williams, my friend. I didn’t know you but I’ve been to places you’ve been.”

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  1. Don’t Make Promises (2:26)
  2. Green Rocky Road (2:18)
  3. Smugglin’ Man (1:57)
  4. How Long (2:54)
  5. While You’re On Your Way (2:17)
  6. It’ll Never Happen Again (2:37)
  7. Reason to Believe (2:00)
  8. Never Too Far (2:16)
  9. Part of the Wind (2:18)
  10. Ain’t Gonna Do Without (2:13)
  11. Misty Roses (2:00)
  12. How Can We Hang On to a Dream (2:03)
  13. If I Were a Carpenter (2:43)
  14. Red Balloon (2:36)
  15. Black Sheep Boy (1:56)
  16. The Lady Came from Baltimore (1:52)
  17. Baby Close Its Eyes (1:54)
  18. You Upset the Grace of Living When You Lie (1:49)
  19. Speak Like a Child (3:17)
  20. See Where You Are and Get Out (1:14)
  21. It’s Hard to Believe in Love for Long (2:18)
  22. Tribute to Hank Williams (3:11)

 

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“When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace.” – Jimi Hendrix (1942-1970)

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“Quando o poder do amor
Vencer o amor ao poder
O mundo conhecerá a paz.”

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Jimi Hendrix (1942-1970), além de ter sido um dos mais revolucionários músicos do século 20 e um dos mestres maiores da guitarra elétrica que já viveu, também se arriscava nas artes plásticas. Não chega aos pés de um Picasso ou Matisse, mas ainda assim é impressionante. Também através da expressão visual este espírito prodigioso do Hendrix pôs pra fora, em 27 anos de vida incandescente, sua fértil criatividade. Hoje alçado ao status de mito musical mor, lado a lado com Lennon, Marley, Janis ou Cobain, Jimi revela sua fascinante personalidade neste seu quadro “Drifter’s Escape”, que esteve em exposição durante o Festival International de Jazz de Montréal 2014:

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“Hailed as the greatest guitarist of all time by Rolling Stone magazine in 2003, Hendrix recorded only four albums during his brief, incandescent career. Exploring the possibilities of amplification, pedals, wah-wah and feedback, he created a wholly new style, exploding the limits of the electric guitar as none other before or since, but it is above all his virtuoso musical talent that has left such an enduring and deep impression on our culture.

Drifter’s Escape is the title of a song written by Bob Dylan and covered by Hendrix. The song recounts the story of an outsider oppressed by society, put on trial and found guilty without knowing what the charges against him are. In this illustration, Hendrix offers us his visual interpretation of the story. In the upper right-hand corner, you can clearly see the outsider fleeing the injustices of society.”

In: http://www.montrealjazzfest.com/maison-du-festival-online/gallery/jimi-hendrix-silkscreen.aspx


Patti Smith canta “Drifter’s Escape” de Bob Dylan

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1967 – Are You Experienced?
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01 – Foxy Lady.mp3
02 – Manic Depression.mp3
03 – Red House.mp3
04 – Can You See Me.mp3
05 – Love Or Confusion.mp3
06 – I Don’t Live Today.mp3
07 – May This Be Love.mp3
08 – Fire.mp3
09 – Third Stone From The Sun.mp3
10 – Remember.mp3
11 – Are You Experienced.mp3
12 – Hey Joe.mp3
13 – Stone Free.mp3
14 – Purple Haze.mp3
15 – 51st Anniversary.mp3
16 – The Wind Cries Mary.mp3
17 – Highway Chile.mp3

1967 – Axis- Bold as Love
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01 – EXP.mp3
02 – Up From The Skies.mp3
03 – Spanish Castle Magic.mp3
04 – Wait Until Tomorrow.mp3
05 – Ain’t No Telling.mp3
06 – Little Wing.mp3
07 – If 6 Was 9.mp3
08 – You Got Me Floatin’.mp3
09 – Castles Made Of Sand.mp3
10 – She’s So Fine.mp3
11 – One Rainy Wish.mp3
12 – Little Miss Lover.mp3
13 – Bold As Love.mp3

1968 – Electric Ladyland
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01 – … And the Gods Made Love.mp3
02 – Have You Ever Been (To Electric Ladyland).mp3
03 – Crosstown Traffic.mp3
04 – Voodoo Child.mp3
05 – Little Miss Strange.mp3
06 – Long Hot Summer Night.mp3
07 – Come On (Let The Good Times Roll).mp3
08 – Gypsy Eyes.mp3
09 – Burning Of The Midnight Lamp.mp3
10 – Rainy Day, Dream Away.mp3
11 – 1983 … (A Mermaid I Should Turn To Be).mp3
12 – Moon, Turn The Tides … Gently Gently Away.mp3
13 – Still Raining, Still Dreaming.mp3
14 – House Burning Down.mp3
15 – All Along The Watchtower.mp3
16 – Voodoo Child (Slight Return).mp3

1970 – Band Of Gypsys

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01 – Who Knows.mp3
02 – Machine Gun.mp3
03 – Changes.mp3
04 – Power To Love.mp3
05 – Message To Love.mp3
06 – We Gotta Live Together.mp3

1972 – Hendrix In The West
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01 – Johnny B. Goode.mp3
02 – Lover Man.mp3
03 – Blue Suede Shoes.mp3
04 – Voodoo Chile.mp3
05 – The Queen.mp3
06 – Sgt Pepper’s Lonley Hearts Club Band.mp3
07 – Little Wing.mp3
08 – Red House.mp3

1986 – Jimi Plays Monterey
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01 – Killing Floor.mp3
02 – Foxey Lady.mp3
03 – Like A Rolling Stone.mp3
04 – Rock Me Baby.mp3
05 – Hey Joe.mp3
06 – Can You See Me.mp3
07 – The Wind Cries Mary.mp3
08 – Purple Haze.mp3
09 – Wild Thing (Burning Guitar!).mp3

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THE JIMI HENDRIX EXPERIENCE
Ao vivo em Estocolmo, Suécia
1969

 

O Redemoinho da Existência: Palavras de Jean-Marie Guyau, Pintura de K. Hokusai, Música de Claude Debussy…

Katsushika Hokusai (1760 – 1849)

“The Great Wave”, by Katsushika Hokusai (1760 – 1849)

“Perhaps there is nothing which offers to the eye and the mind a more complete and more sorrowful representation of the world than the sea. In the first place, it is a picture of force in its wildest and most unconquerable form; it is a display, a luxury of power, of which nothing else can give an idea; and it lives, moves, tosses, everlastingly without aim. Sometimes we might say that the sea is animated, that it palpitates and breathes, that it is an immense heart, whose powerful and tumultuous heaving we see; but what makes us despair here is that all this effort, this ardent life, is spent to no purpose. This heart of the world beats without hope; from all this rocking, all this collision of the waves, there results only a little foam stripped off by the wind.

I remember that, sitting on the beach once, I watched the serried waves rolling towards me. They came without interruption from the expanse of the sea, roaring and white. Behind the one dying at my feet I noticed another; and further behind that one, another; and further still, another and another – a multitude. At last, as far as I could see, the whole horizon seemed to rise and roll on towards me. There was a reservoir of infinite, inexhaustible forces there. How deeply I felt the impotency of man to arrest the effort of that whole ocean in movement! A dike might break one of these waves; it could break hundreds and thousands of them; but would not the immense and indefatigable ocean gain the victory?

The ocean neither works nor produces; it moves. It does not give life; it contains it, or rather it gives and takes it with the same indifference. It is the grand, eternal cradle rocking its creatures. If we look down into its fathoms, we see its swarming life. There is not one of its drops of water which does not hold living creatures, and all fight one another, persecute one another, avoid and devour one another… The ocean itself gives us the spectacle of a war, a struggle without truce… And yet this tempest of the water is but the continuation, the consequence, of the tempest of the air; is it not the shudder of the winds which communicates itself to the sea?

There is nothing which is not carried away by the whirlpool of cosmic existence. Earth itself, man, human intelligence, nothing can offer us anything fixed to which it would be possible to hold on – all these are swept away in slower, but not less irresistible, undulations…

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Let us imagine a ship in a storm, rising and falling by a series of curves… If at one moment of the passage the descending curve bears the ship down, and she does not rise again, it would be a sign that she is sinking deeper and deeper, and beginning to founder. Even so is it with life, tossed about on waves of pleasure and of pain: if one marks these undulations with lines, and if the line of pain lengthens more than the other, it means that we are going down. Life, in order to exist, needs to be a perpetual victory of pleasure over pain.”

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JEAN-MARIE GUYAU (1854-1888)
French philosopher and poet
Esquisse d’une morale
sans obligation ni sanction


Originally published in 1884.
Quoted from the English translation,
by Gertrude Kapteyn. London, 1898.
Chapter I. Pgs. 42 – 35.

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“La Mer”, by Claude Debussy (1862-1918)

“It’s better to burn out than to fade away” – 20 Anos Sem Kurt Cobain (1967-1994)

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It seems to me quite ironic and ambiguous that a band named Nirvana was actually the living and struggling embodiment of what Buddhists call Samsara. As if he was bound to the wheel of craving and suffering, Kurt Cobain screamed his guts out just like I imagine Prometheus (so beautifully depicted in Rubens’ painting) screamed day after day as the eagle devoured his liver. Nirvana is perhaps the most tragic rock and roll band there was, seen from the perspective of Cobain’s death, but it ‘s also one of the most exciting pages of rock history in the 1990s. It inspired us, with its punkish courage, to take mainstream culture by assault. Off with commercial shitty kitsch! He wanted art to be undiluted expression of raw and true emotion, communicated through the means of songs bursting with juvenile energy, suicidal tendencies, drug experiences, Beatlemania, and an up-bringing in what he called “a punk rock world”.

 He violently departed from us, 20 years ago, in April 1994, by blowing his brains out with a shotgun on his 1-million-dollar mansion, chez lui on Trigger-Happy America. When he chose suicide as a way-out-of-the-Samsarian-mess, his daughter Frances was 20 months old and couldn’t possibly understand anything about the struggles of a heroin addict with his condition as an international pop-superstar. Singing as if he was a tree rooted in dark angry soil, his voice seemed to arise from an abyss of suffering, especially located in an intense point of pain inside his belly. That invisible wound made tremendously audible by his music rang so true and filled with authenticity, in an era of poseurs and fakers and hair-metal yuppie cowshit. Lester Bangs once wrote that “expression of passion was why music was invented in the first place”, and Cobain also seemed to believe in this – and he wasn’t ashamed to put his “dark” emotional side, from depression and paranoia to sociophobia and alienation, to craft the punk-rock hymns that turned him unwillingly into The Spokesman Of A Generation. Extraordinarily capable of expressing his feelings, Cobain’s heart poured out of himself like lava from a volcano, letting us peek through a sonic keyhole into the labyrinths of an anguished life seeking release and craving for pain to end.

Cobain’s musicianship was spectacularly exciting and innovative – even though he borrowed a lot from a similar heavy, distorted and fast guitar-sound, similar to the one invented and mastered in previous decades by Johnny Ramones and Mick Joneses – he created out of that something that was distinguishable his own. Cherishing intensity rather than complexity, and emotional catharsis more than rational self-controlness, Nirvana’s music carried within it some much power that the whole thing mushroomed into one of those rares episode in music history when a band becomes History, defines an Era, before burning-out instead of fading-away. I call them “The Exploding Stars”. I would argue, If you permit me to trip a little bit on some stoned hypotheses, that Cobain’s voice spoke to millions, and his music stirred up such an intense commotion, because of the authentic and desperate artistical expression that he was able to create out of his Samsarian suffering. In 1991, the kitsch of American pop culture – from Michael Jackson to Guns’N’Roses – was suddenly kicked in the butt by the 1990s equivalent to MC5’s Kick Out The Jams to the 1960s and Nevermind The Bollocks, Here’ The Sex Pistols to the 1970s.  

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And here we are, 20 years after he took a shortcut into that land which no voyager ever comes back from (like Shakespeare’s Hamlet said), discussing his legacy and trying to understand his life and his death. Violent deaths occur every day and all the time, of course, and why should the death of a rock star be made so much fuzz about? The thing is: American Culture is deeply influenced by the realm of Pop, which is a money-making-machine mainly, of course, but sometimes explodes out of control and becomes a cultural force that manages to transcend the markets. It becomes something to be dealt with by Art History, by Sociology, by Philosophy, by Anthropology, by Existential Psychology etc. Or do you perhaps think that the more than 60 people who committed copycat suicides after Cobain’s demise in 1994 related to Cobain only as consumers do with manufacturers of products? Could we possibly say that the more than 5.000 people who went to his funeral, and joined in a candlelight vigil, were merely mourning because they had lost one of their hired entertainers? What about more than 50 million records sold (how many billions of downloads, I wonder?): did all these listeners heard Cobain just as a manufactured commodity? No! Cobain had an authenticity arising from the trueness of feeling underlying his music, and this set him apart from everything that was going on in “Mainstream American Culture” in that era.

Nirvana kicked the door to the ground for Underground America to step into the spotlight in 1991, “The Year that Punk Broke” (when Sonic Youth signed to a major; when Pearl Jam and Soundgarden skyrocketed to the top of charts; when Seattle’s scene became “The Big Thing” in a process juicily conveyed by Hype! , the documentary). Violent and untimely deaths happened all around Cobain while he experienced and interacted with people from the music scenes of Aberdeen, Olympia, Tacoma and Seattle. Prior to Cobain’s suicide, there had been other tragedies in Seattle Rock City: for example, Mia Zapata‘s cold-blooded murder in July 1993, when the singer-songwriter of The Gits (one of the awesomest “grunge” bands that never made it to the Mass Media…) was raped and killed after leaving a bar in Seattle. Or the fatal-OD that took to an early grave Andrew Wood, singer in Mother Love Bone (whose remaining members went on to build Temple of The Dog and then Pearl Jam).

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TWO GRUNGY TRAGEDIES BEFORE COBAIN:  MIA ZAPATA’s murder (watch below the full The Gits doc) and ANDREW WOOD’s fatal OD (listen below to the tribute album by Temple Of The Dog, wich contains the grungy-hymn in which Eddie Vedder and Chris Cornell share vocal duties, “Hunger Strike”).

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Suicide is common currency in rock’n’roll mythology. The Who had screamed in the 1960s, for a whole generation to hear: “I hope I die before I get old”. Neil Young’s “Hey Hey My My” stated that “it’s better to burn out than to fade away” – a phrase later to become one of the most quoted from Cobain’ suicide letter. The Dead-at-27 Club had already a plentiful of members – Hendrix, Morrison, Janis… – when Nirvana’s lead singer joined them on this fraternity of bones. His originality was in his means-of-death: he was the first of them to have commited suicide. But did he really choose to leave life in order to become myth? Or such ambitions were not the case for someone craving to escape a labyrinth of angst, rage, stomach-aches, annoying fame, never-ending tours and chronical dissatisfaction? To get back to my point in the beggining of this trip: isn’t suicide, in Cobain’s case, an succesfull attempt simply to blow to smithereens the whole damned Samsara? After all, this man was an extremist not only in art but also in life, and it’s quite possible he entertained extreme notions about what Nirvana was all about.

 Nirvana’s music was not Zen at all – it was the sound of fury delivered in packages of Beatlesque melody and punkish attitude. When, 20 years ago today, he chose utter self-destruction, this was hardly a surprising ending for someone who had talked openly about suicide for years and years, and who had previously attempted it some times before, and who almost named the follow-up to Nevermind with the phrase I Hate Mysef And I Want To Die… Not surprising, but still mysterious and fascinating and hard to fully understand. Some writers and interpreters see Cobain’s suicide as something despicable, and criticize him for being a sell-out who couldn’t enjoy his success, or a kid who couldn’t stand his “tummy-ache” and chose some dumb radical medicine. In his article “An Icon of Alienation”, Jonathan Freedland writes, for example, about Cobain’s Last Days (also portrayed in cinema by Gus Van Sant):

“Generation X-ers are meant to be the slacker generation, yet here was the slacker-in-chief living the yuppie dream: married, padding around a $1.1 million luxury mansion with a garden for his baby daughter to play in, and Microsoft and Boeing executives for neighbours. It proved to be no refuge for Kurt Cobain, the boy who had come from blue-collar nowhere and made himself an international star and millionaire. Holed up inside the house overlooking the perfume-scented lake, he pumped his veins full of heroin, wrote his rambling suicide note, and did so much damage to his head that police could only identify his body through fingerprints. Dental records were no use, because nothing was left of his mouth.” – JONATHAN FREEDLAND, An Icon Of Alienation.

Some say some sort of suicide gene or tragic curse ran in the Cobain family: three of Kurt’s uncles had killed themselves. But the picture, of course, is much more complex than the “family tree” explanations wants to admit. It’s well known that Kurt Cobain was deeply pained both by stomach-aches and by childhood traumas (he was, every journalist repeated to exhaustion, the “son of a broken home”). His heroin-addiction, which he justified as a means of self-medication, it seems to relate also to some frantic need to numb his existential discomfort and disgust, to reach periodically some “artificial paradises” similar to the ones experienced by Baudelaire, De Quincey, Burroughs, Ken Kesey and tons of other artists and mystics. But no explanation of his bloody choice of escape from life can be convincing without a discussion about Celebrity, Fame, Success. As Will Hermes wrote in Rolling Stone magazine: “The singer-songwriter, who wrestled with medical problems and the drugs he took to keep them at bay,  was also deeply conflicted about his fame, craving and rejecting it.”

That’s what makes Nirvana so interesting: a punk band kicking out the jams in Sub Pop records turns into the highest-selling band in the world and becomes rich on the payroll of a major record company – Geffen. I would like to attempt to reflect briefly upon some of the reasons that explain Cobain’s suicide, but without venturing to give a comprehensive biography of the man or his band – a job already done brilliantly by Charles Cross’s Louder Than Heaven, by the Nirvana bio written by Everett True, or by the documentary About a Son by A. J. Schnack.

Let’s head back to 1991, when Nevermind exploded into the mainstream pop arena and became a cultural phenomenon of huge proportions. This landmark album wasn’t only a big commercial hit, destined to sell more than 30 million copies worldwide. It wasn’t only one of the greatest rock’n’roll albums ever made, with songs so powerful that Simon Williams describes them as “savage indictments of the rock ethos, eye-bulging, larynx-blistering screamalongs”. It wasn’t only a passing fancy of youngsters who would completely forget about the band when the next wave of pop novelties came along. Nevermind was an era-defining masterpiece of epic proportions, the most important album of the whole grunge era, the record that stands out in the 1990s as something unique and unsurpassed. It kicked out the jams with its raw power and heartfelt catharsis, and finally punk rock aesthetics and ethics became common currency and were delivered to the astonished masses. “Smells Like Teen Spirit”, a song named jokingly after a deodorant, and in which Cobain said he was merely ripping off The Pixies, took MTV by storm in 1991 and buried for awhile the Disco-Yuppie-Crap and the Hair-Metal-Bullshit. It kick-started the Grunge Era and opened the gates wide open for the Seattle scene to become immensely influential through Pearl Jam, Alice in Chains, Soundgarden, Mudhoney, The Screaming Trees, and many others. For the first time ever in the U.S., it seemed like Punk Rock was gonna win its battle and inject rebelliousness and dissent into the veins of American suffering from a hangover after the Reagan-years in Shopping Centerish Yuppie America.

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 “Nirvana have also been seen in sociological terms: as defining a new generation, the twentysomething ‘slackers’ who have retreated from life; as telling unattractive home truths about a country losing its empire and hit by recession; as representing the final, delayed impact of British punk on America. They have also shocked people by trashing male gender codes: kissing each other on the national network show Saturday Night Live, appearing in dresses in the video for their single ‘In Bloom’, doing pro-gay benefits. We may be more used to this in Britain, but America is a country with much more machismo in its popular culture. A sensational appearance on last year’s globally broadcast MTV Awards, where they smashed their equipment and mocked rock competitors Guns N’Roses, sealed their status as America’s bad boys…” JON SAVAGE, Sounds Dirty – The Truth About Nirvana

 Nirvana wasn’t political like The Clash, but yet they certainly did a political statement with their career. Kurt Cobain shoots himself in the head and his brains get splattered all over the American Dream – that thing that, George Carlin said, “you have to be asleep to believe in”. Nirvana was much more about a provocation, à la William Burroughs (Cobain’s favorite writer), on the despised Square Society of White America. It’s punkish agression against Yuppie bullshit. It states that music shouldn’t be seen only as product or merchandise, and that it can convey emotions that can “infect” large portions of society with its groove, its stamina, its mind-expansion and energy-raising powers.

Kurt Cobain could be described by psychopathologists as clinically depressed or bi-polar – it’s known he had familiarity with Ritalins and Lithiums and other creations of the Pharmacological Industries in Capitalist America. But Nirvana’s music is not only a downer – on the contrary, Nevermind cointained so much power that it seemed like it was capable of awakening a whole generation out of its lethargy and inaction. But Cobain couldn’t and wouldn’t be the “leader of a generation”, the preacher telling in the microfone for the converted masses which way to follow. He wouldn’t become a parody of himself (“I hope I die before I turn into Pete Townsend”, he said), he wouldn’t be a happy millionaire smiling for the papparazzis, he simply wouldn’t conform to letting Nirvana become a sell-out act of merely market-wise relevance. With his death, he turned Nirvana into a symbol for decades to come, a band never to be forgotten.

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 “The sleeve of Nevermind shows a baby swimming underwater towards a dollar bill on a fish hook. The intended meaning is clear: the loss of innocence, the Faustian contract that usually comes with money. Take it, but if you do, you’re hooked for life. It’s a parable of Nirvana’s current dilemma: they’ve taken the bait, but the contradictions of their success are threatening to tear them apart. How can the members of Nirvana retain their integrity, which is very important to them, in a situation which demands constant compromise? How can they sing from the point of view of an outsider now that they’re in a privileged position? How can they suffer relentless worldwide media exposure and still retain, in Grohl’s words, ‘the spontaneity and the energy of something fresh and new’ that has marked their career?” – JON SAVAGE

“Teenage angst paid off well, now I’m bored all old”: that was the statement that began In Utero’s sonic ride. In it, Cobain wants to take us with him on his downward spiral, never afraid to let the songs show his inner confusion and Samsarian suffering. He didn’t believe in a loving God acting as a Daddy up above on the clouds, looking out for their pet-children, but rather was seduced by Buddhist notions, for example that of Karma. Nirvana’s music seems like some sort of ritual of Karmic cleansing, in which Cobain attempts, through a visceral outpouring of emotions, especially the ones that are burdensome, to attain some release.

But he didn’t arrive at no Enlightnenment – not even plain and simple piece of mind. In Rome, March 1994, he attempts suicide with more than 50 pills of Roipnol. He couldn’t stand the never-ending tours, the stupid interviews, the persecution by papparazis, the fans acting like Neanderthals, the need to repeat for the thousandth time “Smells Like Teen Spirit” – even in those nights when we didn’t felt like doing it. He simply wasn’t able to “enjoy” the ride of popstardom inside the Commercial Machinery of Profit Seeking Corporate America. When Rolling Stone did a cover issue with Nirvana, Kurt Cobain wore a t-shirt that read: ‘CORPORATE MAGAZINES STILL SUCK’. Even tough he hated Corporate America, he was immersed in it, and it had the means for him to take his message to larger audiences instead of limiting himself to the narrow world of punk-rock and indie concerts where you only preach to the converted. Nirvana never did corporate rock, but instead they did dangerous music that the industry soon discovered that resounded with millions of people worldwide. To call them “sell-outs” is narrow-mindedness. They tried instead to deeply transform Mainstream culture by taking it by storm. This is one of the most influential bands in the history of rock because it inspired us to reclaim the airwaves out of the hands of those fuckers Terence McKenna talks about in “Reclaim Your Mind”:

He never felt at ease or at home under the spotlight of mass media, gossip magazines, commercial TV shows. Always a punkish outsider and underdog that never quite fitted into the mainstream’s machinery of popstardom, he identified himself with feminists, oddballs, weirdos and other non-conformist and eccentric individuals and urban tribes. He despised pop icons like M. Jackson or Axl Rose, and loved The Pixies, The Raincoats, Young Marble Giants, all sorts of lo-fi and low-budget underground “indie” stuff. Even tough proto-grungers such as Husker Du’s Bob Mould, Black Flag’s Henry Rollins or The Replacements’ Paul Weterberg done something similar to Cobain both musically and lyrically, neither exploded internationally like Nirvana to wide-spread impact on thousands of lives.

I remember him as punk rock kid from a fucked-up town filled with macho-men rednecks, and who expressed his rage against mainstream American culture with extraordinary talent. I remember him as an aesthetic extremist who loved William Burroughs stoned literature, and who entertained himself in his Aberdeen years with peculiar fun such as watching Faces of Death after eating hallucinogenic mushrooms. I remember him also as a sometimes sensitive and tender guy who had pet-turtles in his bathtub and hated in his guts all sorts of homophobia, misoginy and Neanderthal stupidity. I remember him as a music geek that loved underground music and did everything in his power to invite his audience to listen to his favorite “indie” artists (like Pixies, Breeders, Meat Puppets, Vaselines, Daniel Johnston, Beat Happening, Flipper, Bikini Kill, Half Japanese, Billy Childish, Butthole Surfers…).

David Stubbs, in his article “I Hate Myself And I Want to Die”, writes:

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“Rock’n’roll mythology is fed and defined by its occasional deaths. Usually, these are due to some excess or other – driving too fast, getting too high, taking too much, going too far, the romantic pushing back of life’s envelope, testing the limits, wanting too much, wanting it now, forfeiting tomorrow in the bargain. Rock’n’roll mythology dictates that its heroes die because they wanted to live too much. Kurt Cobain, however, didn’t want to live. He wanted to die.”

It can be said that he’s the most perfect embodiment in rock music of  Nihilism, that cultural phenomenon which Nietzsche predicted, in the 19th century, that would become wide-spread. Cobain radically acted upon his nihilism, towards his self-destruction, what sets him apart from other famous nihilists, like Emil Cioran or Arthur Schopenhauer, who died of old age and so-called “natural causes”.

The man died, but his deeds are still with us, haunting us like Prometheu’s scream as he’s being eaten by an eagle, inspiring us like a Punk Monument to raw power in an age of slumber, provoking us like a tragic character which awakens us to a life that ain’t no picnic. There’s reason to mourn and get the paralysing blues when we considerer Cobain’s suicide, but there’s also reason to cherish and celebrate a life that has left a legacy that millions of us feel that have enriched our lives. Cobain struggled in Samsara and that makes him a member of a brotherhood called Humanity. Nirvana always sounded to me like the music of a brother, expressing what we, his brothers in suffering, also experienced but were unable to express so powerfully and unforgettably as he did.

[By Awestruck Wanderer]

Nina Simone Live at Montreux (2 hours of material from 1976, 1987 and 1990…)

Grandes álbuns de 2014 – 1ª Edição – TEMPLES, “Sun Structures”

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Temples

TEMPLESSun Structures (2014)
Download: http://bit.ly/NaQAQB

Psychedelic Rock / UK
MP3 – 320 kbps
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“After a steady build up of stateside buzz and support, Kettering, England’s favorite psychedelic sons Temples are announcing their debut full-length, Sun Structures, out February 11th on Fat Possum. It’s a record that’s destined to set out the band’s stall as Britain’s premier retro-futurists, with influences ranging from ’60s psychedelia to Motown, glam, and Krautrock, all viewed through a very modern kaleidoscope – and always keeping the song at the heart of it all. Recorded in the box-room of guitarist/vocalist James Bagshaw’s home, the aim was “Jack Nitzsche on a DIY budget,” and with one listen to first single off the record, “Mesmerize,” it’s pretty clear that they’ve succeeded.” – Read the whole bio at Fat Possum

Tracklist
01 – Shelter Song [00:03:10]
02 – Sun Structures [00:05:13]
03 – The Golden Throne [00:04:10]
04 – Keep In The Dark [00:04:36]
05 – Mesmerise [00:03:42]
06 – Move With The Season [00:05:10]
07 – Colours To Life [00:05:11]
08 – A Question Isn’t Answered [00:05:11]
09 – The Guesser [00:04:06]
10 – Test Of Time [00:03:53]
11 – Sand Dance [00:06:31]
12 – Fragment’s Light [00:01:57]

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Here’s what Toronto’s NOW Magazine wrote about them:

“It would be easy to write off Temples as retro-loving hippies who likely don’t own any records released later than 1969. Their recent singles teem with kaleidoscopic psychedelia and Beatles harmonies, and their November set at the Horseshoe was too brief to show much well-roundedness. Their velvet blazers, turtlenecks and wild hair, meanwhile, only added to the throwback vibe.

What a surprise, then, that not only does the Kettering, England, four-piece’s debut album give us close to an hour of music, but, like Tame Impala records, it delivers retro influences through an overwhelmingly modern filter. Temples have been called “production-obsessed,” and their attention to detail comes through in the dense but sensitive layers of cosmic effects, groovy rhythms and oh-so-hooky melodies.

The songwriting is outstanding: striking and smart, concise and full, and James Bagshaw sings superbly throughout. The Golden Throne sounds a bit like caper film music. The bong-worthy A Question Isn’t Answered and Sand Dance bring in Eastern influences, while Keep In The Dark is buoyant psychedelic pop.”

http://www.nowtoronto.com/music/story.cfm?content=196551