miercuri, septembrie 30, 2009

Din cartea lui Rabbi Shmuley Boteach

Michael Jackson: I wanted so badly to play in the park across the street because the kids were playing baseball and football but I had to record. I could see the park, right across the street. But I had to go in the other building and work until late at night making the albums. I sat there looking at the kids with tears running down my face and I would say, “I am trapped and I have to do this for the rest of my life. I'm under contract.” But I wanted to go over there so bad it was killing me, just to make a friend to say, “Hi.” You know...just to do that. I used to walk the streets looking for people. I told you that didn't I?
MJ: Aha.
SB: So you could change him that way.
MJ: Aha. I was hoping I could . . . I was hoping I could get love from other people, ’cause I needed it real bad, you know? You need . . . you need love. You need love . . . that’s the most important thing.
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Transcripts

Michael Jackson on His Father, Joe Jackson
Michael Jackson: He did a brilliant job with training me for the stage as an artist, but [as a] father he was very, very strict. I hate to judge him, but I would have done things a lot different as a father. I never felt love from him. I remember being on the airplane and they used to have to carry me on the plane because I hated turbulence and I would be screaming and kicking because we would take off in storms. I remember it very clearly. He would never hold me or touch me and the stewardesses would have to come and hold my hand and caress me.

Michael Jackson on Aging
MJ: I don’t want a long [life]. . . I don’t like, I don’t, I don’t. I think growing old is the ugliest, the most, the ugliest thing. When the body breaks down and you start to wrinkle, I think it’s so bad. I don’t, that’s something I don’t understand...And I never want to look in the mirror and see that. I don’t understand it. I really don’t. And people say that growing old is beautiful and it’s this and that. I disagree. I totally do.

Michael Jackson on Children
MJ: My greatest dream that I have left—I have accomplished my dreams with music and all that and I love music and entertainment—is this children’s initiative, is this thing that we are doing. But, um, ’cause I don’t care about [anything else], I really don’t, I don’t care about [career], I honestly don’t... What keeps me going is children, or else I would, I would seriously. . . I’ve told you this before, I swear to God I mean every word. I would, I would just throw in the towel if it wasn’t for children or babies. And that’s my real, my honest [answer]. . . and I’ve said it before, if it weren’t for children, I would choose death. I mean it with all my heart.

Michael Jackson on Fame
MJ: I am going to say something I have never said before and this is the truth. I have no reason to lie to you and God knows I am telling the truth. I think all my success and fame and I have wanted it, I have wanted it because I wanted to be loved. That’s all. That’s the real truth. I wanted people to love me, truly love me, because I never really felt loved. I said I know I have an ability. Maybe if I sharpened my craft, maybe people will love me more. I just wanted to be loved because I think it is very important to be loved and to tell people that you love them and to look in their eyes and say it.
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About the Book

In these searingly honest conversations, Michael exposes his emotional pain and profound loneliness, his longing to be loved, and the emptiness of his fame. You discover why he was suspicious of women and how only children provided the innocence for which he so desperately longed.
In his own words, he takes us into the jarring moments of his childhood and speaks of the measures he took to try and heal. He divulges how he came to be alienated from his strong religious anchor and describes his views on the nature of faith. Michael brings us into his tortured yet loving relationship with his siblings. He opens up about his father and his yearning for a time when they might finally reconcile. He talks about his most personal friendships and shares with us his terror of growing old.
Despite his unprecedented fame and recent death, there remain unanswered questions about his life. The answers, presented here in The Michael Jackson Tapes, will both intrigue and move you. You will be surprised, riveted, and troubled as you peer into the soul of a tragic icon whose life is an American morality tale and whose flame was extinguished much too early.

Gotham Chopra - Writing Songs With My Friend Mike (2009)

Posted: June 26, 2009 05:12 AM

When I was in my second year of college living on campus (at Columbia in NYC) with 4 suite mates, every time the phone rang, there was a race to answer it. Everyone wanted to be the guy to hear the "hello" on the other side just in case it was my friend Michael Jackson calling.

Most of those days, Michael was holed up on top of the Four Seasons, roughly 60 blocks away from where I lived on the Upper West Side of Manhattan just near Harlem. I'd happily drift downtown, gain clearance from security downstairs who knew I was allowed free access to Michael's suite, take the elevator all the way up and start ordering room service and watch movies on Mike's tab. Eventually, Michael and I would get down to work. He was working on a new album and asked me to help him write lyrics for songs. It was an informal relationship - I'd wander downtown with a backpack full of dictionaries, and thesauri, and rhyming books. Michael would hum songs and talk about what he wanted to say with the song and we'd try and marry our skillsets and come up with something. We came up with great stuff. Michael swore me to secrecy those days. I happily complied.

After we were done with those sessions - they'd usually go until about 2 AM or so - Michael would wander into the bathroom and come out with a sack he'd pulled out from under the toilet. In it, he kept several thousands of dollars. He'd ask me how much I wanted. I just sort of shrugged and he'd hand me a couple of thousand dollars. Soon, I'd be packing my dictionaries and thesauri and rhyming books in my backpack, calling my friends and telling them to meet me downtown. Within an hour, we'd be at Flashdancers "making it rain."

Michael was always envious when I told him about my adventures with my friends. More than a few times, he'd get dressed up - dawning some sort of quasi-disguise - preparing to go with me, only to back down at the last minute or be held back by his security who would shake their heads and plainly say no to his misguided ambitions. Instead, he'd pour himself a tall glass of orange juice and settle in for the night to watch an old movie on TV, telling me to spend a few extra bucks for him. I happily complied.

My friendship with Michael was very special to me, and I like to think it was the same for him. Over the last few years, it always felt awkward to explain the origins of our friendship - that I met him initially when I was fifteen-years-old and that we instantly hit it off. I'd spend days at his Neverland Ranch, my sister, cousins, or other friends joining us in fantastical stretches filled with candy, arcade rides, late night movies and the absolute best chocolate chip cookies of all times. Likewise he'd visit our house in Massachusetts (he was very close to my father as well) where he'd sleep in the guest room. My mom got a great kick out of the fact that every morning Michael stayed, he'd try to make the bed (very badly) and offer to cook breakfast (very badly). Then when I was about 17, Michael invited me on the road with him - he was heading out to Europe on the biggest rock concert at the time (Dangerous tour) and wanted company. I begged and pleaded with my parents to let me go and they eventually said yes. Not a bad way to spend your summer vacation between junior and senior year of High School.

Over the years, as Michael faced his scandals, I often reflected on my own experiences with him as a teenager. People would ask me if I had endured anything strange or awkward with him. I'd answer truthfully that in all of my years with him, in every single moment, Michael was nothing but dignified and appropriate, never once doing anything that would be deemed scandalous with me. It was really that simple.

Check that. Back to those college days. One night he did call me in a panic. He had just gotten married to Lisa Marie Presley and needed advice - sex advice. He was incredibly nervous and said that he wanted to make sure that Lisa was impressed with his "moves." He asked me if I had any advice. I answered with one word: "foreplay."

"Really?" He answered. "Girls really like that?"

Over the last few years, Michael's and my relationship evolved and matured greatly too. We both became fathers and that was the centerpiece of our most recent conversations the last few months. Returning the favor from my days as his "lyrical advisor," he's the one who monikered my half-Indian, half-Chinese son "The Chindian" which little Krishu Chen Xing Hua Chopra will now forever go by. We'd talk about how great it would be for our kids to grow up together, become as good friends as us, and set the world on fire. Michael admired the fact that I was able to find a wife, keep a wife, and gain her trust. I'd joke it was all about the foreplay! When his daughter Paris befell an accident a few years ago, he called my wife Candice (a physician) pleading for us to come to his house to check her out.

We did - Paris had fallen from a tree and cut herself deeply beneath the eye. Michael was devastated and confessed to me that he felt like the world's worst father. I calmed him as Candice helped Paris get up from the bed where she lay so we could take her to the Emergency room to get some simple stitches. When I advised Michael of the plan, he pulled me into the bathroom, pulled a sack filled with thousands of dollars from beneath the toilet and asked me how much I needed for the Emergency room.

I shook my head: "this one's on me."

RIP in peace my friend.

(sursa: www.huffingtonpost.com/gotham-chopra/my-friend-mike)

Gotham Chopra - Michael Jackson and Kim Jong Il (2009)

Posted Sun, 07/05/2009 - 19:03

The last time I spoke to my friend Michael Jackson was about a month ago, 3 weeks before his shocking death. He had called me late one night to ask about another of my close friends who he had read about in the news. Laura Ling, a former colleague and friend, was detained originally by North Korean border guards along with her colleague Euna Lee on March 17th. Since then, they have been imprisoned, had very little contact with their families or western officials, and endured a secretive trial at which they were sentenced to twelve years hard labor. At this present moment, it is unclear where Laura and Euna are – whether they remain in a government guesthouse where they were originally held, in a hospital (due to medical problems for both of them), or moved to the infamous North Korean labor camps that many do not survive.
Michael had read some of the details regarding Laura and Euna’s predicament. As was often the case with him and global events he read about – from famine in Africa to victims of natural disasters in far off countries, to orphans created by wars – he felt a deep sense of empathy for Laura and Euna. When I shared with him that Euna had a four-year-old daughter, he was even more anguished.
He asked me whether I had had any contact with Laura. I told him I had written her a few letters and had been assured they were getting through. Outside of that, her own family had only heard from her twice – brief monitored phonecalls – in the over three months they had been imprisoned. When I told him that, Michael paused.
“Do you think,” he said hesitantly, “that the leader of North Korea could be a fan of mine?”
I didn’t really know how to respond. Not much is known about the reclusive Kim Jong Il or “Dear leader” as he is called in the Democratic People’s Republic of Korea. Over the years it’s been alleged he has a thing for Hollywood, certain NBA stars, Elvis, and specific liqueurs. Still, I’d never heard about any connection between Michael Jackson and Kim Jong Il.
Michael said he had seen some pictures on the internet of the Dear Leader. “You’know, he wears jackets like mine.”
I couldn’t help but laugh a little. It’s true. Michael always had a fascination with military-like jackets, the types with markers and badges on the collars and shoulders. If you search it online, you will indeed find a lot of images of Michael and Kim Jong Il, similarly bedecked in analogous outfits.
“I don’t really know,” I answered Michael. “But I can try and find out.”
“Please,” Michael responded without hesitantly, “because maybe if he was a fan, I could help get those girls home.”
I explained to Michael that there were larger geo-politics involved, nuclear programs, a new administration trying to assert its foreign policy strategy (Obama), and another one in NK possibly going through some sort of transference of power.
“Yeah,” Michael said wistfully, “but if someone wants to do something good, they just can. They don’t really need to worry about all that other stuff.”
And that was really the end of that conversation. I kept my promise and tried to see if I might find a connection between MJ and KJI, but sadly I wasn’t able to. Before I was able to get back to Michael, the news regarding his tragic passing broke. The tributes and commemoratives began in earnest and have not stopped.
Then the irony occurred to me, the far out bizarre seemingly impossible possibility: there is really only one person in the world today that could make a truly meaningful tribute to Michael Jackson. If indeed Kim Jong Il ever was a fan of Michael Jackson, ever gasped at Michael’s moonwalk, smiled at Thriller, hummed along to the Jackson Five or any of Michael’s countess hits, his pardoning of Laura Ling and Euna Lee and sending them home to their families would be a profound act of compassion, a true tribute to a man whose death has left the entire world in mourning. What a better way to re-invent himself and his own conflicted image than for Kim Jong Il to send a message of hope, forgiveness, and empathy as a commemoration of possibly the greatest icon of our times. It’s an act that would be historic, covered by every news organizations in the world, and be immortalized in the annals of time.
Alas, maybe I’m naïve to have such dramatic hopes for my friend and her colleague, to think that leaders of nations may be influenced by the dying wishes of great artists. Or…maybe not. To me, Michael’s memory will always be as a great friend and mentor. To many around the world, it will be as an iconic and brilliant musical artist. Wouldn’t it be staggering if one Kim Jong Il were to honor him – post-death – as a truly great humanitarian?

- Gotham Chopra

(sursa: www2.intent.com/gothamchopra/blog)

Rabbi Shmuley Boteach a scris o carte

Larry King Live - azi, cu Rabbi Shmuley Boteach: despre cele 30 de ore de înregistrări (august 2000 - aprilie 2001) cu Michael Jackson (avem un scurt fragment audio).
Rabbi Shmuley Boteach a scris o carte pe baza acestor înregistrări (carte pe care cei doi plănuiau să o publice prin 2001-2002), "The Michael Jackson Tapes: A Tragic Icon Reveals His Soul in Intimate Conversation". Cartea, care se vinde online, este "înzestrată" cu autograf din partea autorului.

Foarte interesant eveniment, poate e de discutat de ce au ales (Larry King şi Rabbi Shmuley) tocmai acele fragmente din înregistrări pentru discutarea lor în emisiune - începând chiar cu părerea lui Michael Jackson despre Madonna, dar prea puţin importă.

Mai degrabă e de ştiut de ce a ales tocmai acest moment pentru publicarea cărţii: în interviul dat de Shmuley Boteach lui Larry King ieri, că azi era o reluare, acesta a spus că însuşi Michael Jackson ar fi vrut ca această carte să apară, dar întâmplările din 2003-2005 au împiedicat acest lucru.

Cum adică? Păi, înregistrările s-au terminat în aprilie 2001. Până în noiembrie 2003 a fost cale de doi ani şi jumătate; apoi, după 2005 (iunie), mai trecură patru ani.

Ce să se fi întâmplat oare de numai după ce a murit Michael Jackson, în doar trei luni (fix trei luni!) s-a putut transcrie tot materialul înregistrat, s-a putut edita şi tipări sau, mă rog, realiza în format electronic cartea?

Cam suspect dezinteresul băgat pe prima pagină şi destul de ciudat tonul - după ce citirăm ce a scris Rabbi Shmuley despre Michael Jackson prin iunie-iulie. Da, e un om talentat şi persuasiv, dar nu poţi să nu observi schimbarea de nuanţă. Şi ce să însemne că tocmai 25 septembrie a fost data lansării - la exact trei luni după...?

Ceea ce este însă demn de laudă este că, una peste alta, intenţia pare pozitivă. Dacă doar pare sau chiar este, urmează să aflăm când om avea şi noi cartea în ghearele noastre hrăpăreţe. Oricum, sunt de studiat următoarele adrese: www.shmuley.com şi www.michaeljacksontapes.com.

Ar mai fi de aflat şi dacă în carte apar transcrierile complete ale înregistrărilor, pentru că, ştim, scoaterea din context poate duce la alte rezultate. Mai vorbi-ii-iiim...
P.S. - Mi-a picat fisa: fotografia de pe coperta cărţii NU este una a lui Michael Jackson însuşi, ci a figurii sale de ceară, de la Muzeul madamei Tussaud din Londra... (fotografie din colecţia Getty, www.gettyimages.com). Pe pagina dedicată lui Michael Jackson (link la fotografie) scrie: "Michael Jackson was totally unique and his iconic status made him one of the most popular stars here. With 13 figures made for Madame Tussauds London, he is the most featured star ever, with only The Queen having been portrayed more often". Da, devine şi mai interesant.

2000 Watts

Cum am spus: www.michaeljackson.com anunţă cu entuziasm (adică entuziastm) că deja s-au cam vândut biletele. Da, mi-am zis, ce mă mir? Adică, ce? Adică what? Ei, şi de-aia mi-am adus aminte de piesa "2000 Watts", de pe albumul Invincible - 2001, care tocmai pe jocul ăsta de cuvinte mizează (şi te prinzi doar când corul tot bombăne "2000 watts, 8 ohms..." şi Michael Jackson se face că n-aude, strigănd "What?" - chestie care nu apare în textul scris). Aşadar, două mii de "CE"-uri:

"2000 Watts"

Bass note, treble, stereo control, how low you go
Just enough to make your juices flow
Press play, don't stop, rotate, too hot
You feel I'm real
I'm everything you need, so tell me what's the deal

[CHORUS]
2000 Watts, 8 ohms, 200 volts, real strong
Too much of that, fuse blown
Be careful what you say don't overload
2000 Watts, 8 ohms, 200 volts, real strong
Too much of that, fuse blown
Be careful what you say don't overload

3D, high speed, feedback, Dolby
Release two or three, when I reach I can go 'til I hit my peak
Compact steelo, chico, D-Lo, highpost lady
Shorty really wanna be there for me

[CHORUS]
[AD LIBS]
[CHORUS OUT]


Piesa e linkuită la fotografie. N-a mai apucat să facă filmuleţe pentru Invincible, mari cretini sunt ăia care... ştim noi (dar acum ştiu să profite, de le-ar sta în gâtlej). Gata, ascultarăţi? Nu-i aşa? Încă o dovadă că putea face cu vocea cam ce i se năzărea (de la voce normală la tot ce vrei): solo şi background vocal, - cu menţiunea că, de data asta, additional backing vocals e Teddy Riley. Şi orchestraţia (că nu ştiu cum să-i spun combinaţiei de sunete) - jos pălăria, şi-acum, după opt ani. A "umblat" şi el la keyboards (scrie pe album că a făcut programări suplimentare, ca să zicem aşa). Doar când citeşti ce operaţiuni s-au făcut numai la piesa asta şi-ţi poţi da seama cât de mult s-a muncit şi - eventual - cât timp.

Uite: înregistrarea piesei a fost făcută de Teddy Riley şi George Mayers - în două studiouri (din Norfolk şi Miami), editarea digitală - Teddy Riley şi George Mayers, la additional keyboard programming a mai lucrat, alături de Michael Jackson, şi Brad Buxer; mixajul a fost făcut de Bruce Swedien, Teddy Riley şi George Mayers. Aşa se explică, din nou, de ce scotea câte un disc atât de rar. Şi cu atât mai mult mă întreb cum o să sune albumul "This Is It", făcut în grabă - poate se mizează pe naturaleţe?

marți, septembrie 29, 2009

Curiozitatea care nu omoară pisici

Conform unui site de curiozităţi, www.curiosite.com, Michael Jackson avea grupa de sânge B. Dar nu ştim dacă pozitiv sau negativ. Adică, după cum spun ăia, îşi făcea grjii din orice, nu era pasionat din cale-afară de nimic şi se plictisea repede, arunca adesea lucruri şi era sarcastic. Parţial, cel puţin, cre'că e adevărat. Că tot e o vedere din avion.

Şi o mostră de ceea ce putea însemna un concert - în 1984, Victory Tour: un montaj ce surprinde destul de bine nebunia de pe scenă (că pe aia din sală o mai ştim).

luni, septembrie 28, 2009

ALBUME, FILME, CONCERTE, MELODII - prezente în Prăvălie

Lista este, desigur, incompletă - fie că doar despre aceste titluri e vorba în articole, fie că au fost omise unele dintre ele (mea culpa!):

PERSONALITĂŢI ŞI PERSONAJE prezente în textele Prăvăliei

Listă parţial completă - se îmbunătăţeşte pe parcurs:

PRESĂ, CĂRŢI, ARTICOLE, TEXTE, TIPĂRITURI, INTERNET - menţionate în textele Prăvăliei

ALTE TEME - din Prăvălia lui Griguţă

Nene..., never, Neverland

Prilej de ros unghii, zgâriat ochii şi dat palme de unii-singuri. Mici mostre, servite cu ţârâita de unii care n-au înţeles nimic, altfel am avea parte de multe albume de fotografii cu toate minunile de şi pentru joc-joacă ce se găseau pre tărâmul acela. Snif.

duminică, septembrie 27, 2009

Dacă suntem cuminţi...

... o să mergem duminică la cofetărie: să vedem cum mănâncă lumea prăjituri.
Aşa arată coperta albumului care va fi lansat la premiera filmului "This Is It", spune www.michaeljackson.com, cu un mic "antreu" la 12 octombrie. De azi (duminică, 27 septembrie) cică se vând biletele pentru film, la noi - în România, adică - pare că e în ceaţă... Sunt câteva cinematografe din Bucureşti, Cluj, Oradea, Iaşi, Bacău, Timişoara, Piteşti şi Constanţa - amănunte pe site-ul www.cinemagia.ro. Altceva - mai aflăm noi, pun pariu că deja nu mai sunt bilete. Gata.

"Beat It" vs "Eat It"

Aşa: că tot am făcut oarecare ordine prin catrafusele prăvăliei, să ne ocupăm şi de ceva simpatic: una din cele două parodii semnate "Weird Al" Yankovic, parodii "autorizate" de Michael Jackson, fan declarat al acestuia. Yankovic a vrut să facă mai multe parodii, dar, după ce Jackson i-a refuzat acordul pentru "Snack All Night", o parodie la "Black or White", pe motiv că mesajul i se pare prea important pentru a fi luat în derâdere, Alfred Matthew "Weird Al" Yankovic s-a domolit. "Eat It" a apărut pe cel de-al doilea album al artistului, "Weird Al Yankovic in 3-D", apărut în 1984.

Să procedăm metodic - întâi cu versurile lui Michael Jackson:

Beat It

[1st Verse]
They Told Him Don't You Ever Come Around Here
Don't Wanna See Your Face, You Better Disappear
The Fire's In Their Eyes And Their Words Are Really Clear
So Beat It, Just Beat It

[2nd Verse]
You Better Run, You Better Do What You Can
Don't Wanna See No Blood, Don't Be A Macho Man
You Wanna Be Tough, Better Do What You Can
So Beat It, But You Wanna Be Bad

[Chorus]
Just Beat It, Beat It, Beat It, Beat It
No One Wants To Be Defeated
Showin' How Funky Strong Is Your Fight
It Doesn't Matter Who's Wrong Or Right
Just Beat It, Beat It
Just Beat It, Beat It
Just Beat It, Beat It
Just Beat It, Beat It

[3rd Verse]
They're Out To Get You, Better Leave While You Can
Don't Wanna Be A Boy, You Wanna Be A Man
You Wanna Stay Alive, Better Do What You Can
So Beat It, Just Beat It

[4th Verse]
You Have To Show Them That You're Really Not Scared
You're Playin' With Your Life, This Ain't No Truth Or Dare
They'll Kick You, Then They Beat You,
Then They'll Tell You It's Fair
So Beat It, But You Wanna Be Bad

[Chorus]
Just Beat It, Beat It, Beat It, Beat It
No One Wants To Be Defeated
Showin' How Funky Strong Is Your Fight
It Doesn't Matter Who's Wrong Or Right

[Chorus]
Just Beat It, Beat It, Beat It, Beat It
No One Wants To Be Defeated
Showin' How Funky Strong Is Your Fight
It Doesn't Matter Who's Wrong Or Right
Just Beat It, Beat It, Beat It, Beat It, Beat It

[Chorus]
Beat It, Beat It, Beat It, Beat It
No One Wants To Be Defeated
Showin' How Funky Strong Is Your Fight
It Doesn't Matter Who's Wrong Or Right

[Chorus]
Just Beat It, Beat It, Beat It, Beat It
No One Wants To Be Defeated
Showin' How Funky Strong Is Your Fight
It Doesn't Matter Who's Wrong Or Who's Right

[Chorus]
Just Beat It, Beat It, Beat It, Beat It
No One Wants To Be Defeated
Showin' How Funky Strong Is Your Fight
It Doesn't Matter Who's Wrong Or Right

[Chorus]
Just Beat It, Beat It, Beat It, Beat It
No One Wants To Be Defeated
Showin' How Funky Strong Is Your Fight
It Doesn't Matter Who's Wrong Or Right
Just Beat It, Beat It
Beat It, Beat It, Beat It
(sursa: www.azlyrics.com)

Trebuie spus că şi partea video a parodiei respectă regula: totul e copiat până la amănunt, mai puţin "mutra" cu ochelari şi, desigur, interpretarea (care, dpdv muzical, nu dă pe-afară, latura forte fiind pura ironie).


How come you're always such a fussy young man?
Don't want no Captain Crunch, don't want no Raisin Bran
Well, don't you know that other kids are starving in Japan
So eat it, just eat it (prrr)

Don't wanna argue, I don't wanna debate
Don't want to hear about what kind of food you hate ooh
You won't get no dessert 'till you clean off your plate
So eat it, don't you tell me you're full


Just eat it, eat it , eat it
Get yourself an egg and beat it
Have some more chicken, have some more pie
It doesn't matter , it's broiled or fried
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it, ooh

Your table manners are a cryin' young shame
You're playin' with your food like it's some kind of game
Now, if you starve to death, you'll just have yourself to blame
So eat it, just eat it (prr)(burp)

You better listen, better do what you're told ooh
You haven't even touched your tuna casserole ooh
You better chow down or it's gonna get cold
So eat it

I don't care if you're full
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Open up your mouth and feed it
Have some more yogurt, have some more spam
It doesn't matter if it's fresh or canned
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Don't you make me repeat it
Have a banana, have a whole bunch
It doesn't matter what you have for lunch
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
(hoh hoh hoh hoh hoh)

Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
If it's gettin' cold, reheat it
Have a big dinner, have a light snack
If you don't like it you can't send it back
Just eat it, eat it, (woohoo) eat it, eat it
Get yourself an egg and beat it (oh lord)
Have some more chicken,(woohoo) have some more pie (woohoo)
It doesn't matter , it's broiled or fried
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Don't you make me repeat it (oh no)
Have a banana,(woohoo) have a whole bunch
It doesn't matter what you had for lunch
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
(sursa: www.sing365.com)
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P.S.: piesele au link la titlu.

sâmbătă, septembrie 26, 2009

La naiba

Nu ştiu ce titlu să dau, stau şi mă minunez, ca în faţa unui fenomen supranatural, câtă imbecilitate există pre lumea asta. Uneori, fără-ndoială, mă suspectez şi pe mine de prea multă prostie. Dar mă tratarisesc, pentru că de acum două luni şi până azi picăturile de deşteptăciune nădăjduiesc că au făcut ceva treabă.
Acum citesc cu alţi ochi texte peste care am trecut ca gâsca prin apă. Cum este cel din postarea care vine mai jos (am pus-o înainte, ca să urmeze, adică, în ordine). Textul se numeşte "Inocenţă" şi este din cartea "Dancing the Dream". Carte apărută, nota bene, în 1992.

Nici n-ar mai avea nevoie de comentarii. Se vedea cât de colo că Michael Jackson ştia pe ce lume se află şi cu cine avea de a face. Dar a vorbit/scris, realmente, la pereţi - spunând ce avea pe suflet, încercând să lămurească lucrurile: cum stă treaba cu naivitatea cu care-l etichetaseră "ăia" (care? păi, cam toţi).

La fotografie am linkuit piesa "Keep the Faith" - de albumul Dangerous (tot din 1992). De băgat la cap şi textul acela; eu le citesc pe ambele aşa: Michael Jackson lăsa o mărturie a ceea ce era el de fapt şi cum n-avea să mai fie. Probabil că schimbarea ce a urmat a fost deliberată, probabil asumată şi nu doar împins de alţii. Şi, probabil, ştia ce-l aşteaptă - renunţând la ceea ce-l definea, de fapt: omul liber şi natural-optimist a fost înlocuit de personajul plin de văicăreli şi justificări. Homo-ludens prin definiţie a fost dat la o parte de o creaţie a unei echipe tâmpite de PR ce a reacţionat stupid la cretinismele din media. Pentru că, de exemplu (dezvoltăm al'dat') şi dacă ar fi avut mama raiului copilăriei, tot s-ar fi jucat. Avea jocul în gene, aşa cum avea ritmul, dansul, muzica. All inclusive. La pachet. Ce l-o fi convins că trebuie să se schimbe? Nu ştiu, nu încă. Dar sigur punea la cale schimbarea, greşeala vieţii sale - şi a simţit nevoia să lase mărturii că el, de fapt, nu e cel ce avea să devină în ochii celorlalţi. Da-da-da, mai studiem... dar cred că, la naiba!, nu mă înşel.

Vorbind la pereţi

Innocence
by Michael Jackson
It's easy to mistake being innocent for being simpleminded or naive. We all want to seem sophisticated; we all want to seem street-smart. To be innocent is to be "out of it."
Yet there is a deep truth in innocence. A baby looks in his mother's eyes, and all he sees is love. As innocence fades away, more complicated things take its place. We think we need to outwit others and scheme to get what we want. We begin to spend a lot of energy protecting ourselves. Then life turns into a struggle. People have no choice but to be street-smart. How else can they survive?
When you get right down to it, survival means seeing things the way they really are and responding. It means being open. And that's what innocence is. It's simple and trusting like a child, not judgmental and committed to one narrow point of view. If you are locked into a pattern of thinking and responding, your creativity gets blocked. You miss the freshness and magic of the moment. Learn to be innocent again, and that freshness never fades.

vineri, septembrie 25, 2009

Expoziţie

Băieţii nu sunt tocmai sănătoşi, gândind că dacă îi sufocă pe fani sau curioşi, o să se căpătuiască scurt, în doar câteva zile. După ce vor fi pus bănetul la teşcherea, gata, hai să mai uităm de Michael Jackson, că doar o viaţă-avem. Lansări, relansări, paralansări şi, başca, o expoziţie. Tot la 28 octombrie şi tot la Arena O2. Adică tot la Londra, c-o fi avut contract Michael Jackson cu Regatul Unit să-l scoată din criza economică.

Expoziţia - care va cuprinde cam 250 de obiecte personale ale lui Michael Jackson, îmi miroase a scos bani din ceea ce nu s-a mai organizat în aprilie, adică o mare licitaţie unde urma să fie vândută o cantitate mare de obiecte, majoritatea de valoare. Preţurile de pornire erau oarecum ridicole, aşa că - de cum s-a anunţat turenul "This Is It" şi că biletele s-au vândut cât ai clipi, au anulat licitaţia (la Julien's), văzând că erau pe cale să facă o prostie.

Na, că s-au deşteptat acum. Doar să le vezi pe ele, pe obiecte, costă 15 lire sterline (pensionarii, studenţii, elevii etc. plătesc doar câte 12 lire...). Plus bilet film, plus album, plus ce se mai relansează (Moonwalk, de pildă) - uh, iese o sumă şi nu vorbim de cei din afara Marii Britanii, care trebuie să plătescă drum, plus cazare, plus mâncare...

Amănunte sunt, evident, la adresa www.michaeljackson.com. Castelul de mai sus era în camera de zi (probabil că una din ele, probabil cea mai importantă, probabil ăă...)

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