Технологии, брат ми

Стават такива работи. Дреме човек сутрин над закуската и по телевизора пускат пореден безвкусен клип с жени без дрехи. Голямата работа. Ама пък нещо в монотонното мрънкане на певицата ми допадна и ... вече слушах песента десетки пъти. Може пък и на някой друг да се хареса.:)

She work it girl, she work the pole
She break it down, she take it low
She fine as hell, she about the dough
She doing her thing out on the floor
Her money money, she makin' makin'
Got the way she shakin'
Make you want to touch it, make you want to taste it
Have you lustin' for her,
go crazy face it

She's so much more than you're used to
She know's just how to move to seduce you
She gone do the right thing and touch the right spot
Dance in you're lap till you're ready to pop

She always ready, when you want it she want it
Like a nympho, the info
I show you where to meet her
On the late night, till daylight the club jumpin'
If you want a good time, she gone give you what you want

Baby It's a new age,
You like my new craze
Let's get together
Maybe we can start a new phase
The smokes got the club all hazy,
Spotlights don't do you justice baby
Why don't you come over here,
you got me saying

Aayooh
I'm tired of using technology,
Why don't you sit down on top of me
Aayooh
I'm tired of using technology
I need you right in front-- of me

In her fantasy, there's plain to see
Just how it be, on me, backstrokin',
Sweat soaking
All into my set sheets
When she ready to ride, I'm ready to roll
I'll be in this bitch till the club close
What should I do, on all fours
Now that that shit should be against the law
Different style, different move,
Damn I like the way you move
Girl you got me thinking about,
All the things I'd do to you
Let's get it poppin' shorty
We can switch positions
From the couch to the counters in my kitchen

Baby It's a new age,
You like my new craze
Let's get together
Maybe we can start a new phase
The smokes got the club all hazy,
Spotlights don't do you justice baby
Why don't you come over here, you got me saying

Aayooh
I'm tired of using technology,
Why don't you sit down on top of me
Aayooh
I'm tired of using technology
I need you right in front of me
Ooh she wants it, Ooh she wants it
Hmm she wants it, I got to give it to her
She wants it, Hmm she wants it
Hmm she wants it, I got to give it to her
I got to give it to her

Baby It's a new age,
You like my new craze
Let's get together
Maybe we can start a new phase
The smokes got the club all hazy,
Spotlights don't do you justice baby
Why don't you come over here, you got me saying

Aayooh
I'm tired of using technology
Why don't you sit down on top of me
Aayooh
I'm tired of using technology
I need you right in front of me

Ladyhawke - My delirium

Много обичам анимационни клипове. И понеже този го пускат всяка сутрин докато закусвам, взех, че запомних и песента. Приятна певица, приятен текст, приятно нарисувано като с водни бои.

Late night, Waiting by the phone
Tonight waiting for an answer
Heartbeat drumming double time
I need one more chance to be near you

Still hanging on (for what)
Cant operate (fired up)
I wont eat and I won't sleep for you yeah
No rest till I (get through)
'Coz Im holding out (for you)
Am I the only one whos insane

Hey youre playing with my delirium
And the longer I wait the harder Im gonna fall
Stop playing with my delirium
'Coz Im outta my head and outta my self control

Still here in this quiet room
Deep in delusion sending me over
Outside watch the world go by
Inside time stands still as I wonder

Still hanging on (for what)
Cant operate (fired up)
I wont eat and I won't sleep for you yeah
No rest till I (get through)
'Coz Im holding out (for you)
Am I the only one whos insane

Hey Youre playing with my delirium
And the longer I wait the harder Im gonna fall
Stop playing with my delirium
'Coz Im outta my head and outta my self control

(I wont eat and I won't sleep for you yeah)

Hey Youre playing with my delirium
And the longer I wait the harder Im gonna fall
Stop playing with my delirium
'Coz Im outta my head and outta my self control
Hey Youre playing with my delirium
And the longer I wait the harder Im gonna fall
Stop playing with my delirium
'Coz Im outta my head and outta my self control

Three Little Bops

Released: 5 January 1957
Directed by: Friz Freleng
Produced by: Warner Bros
Animation: Gerry Chiniquy and Bob Matz
Story: Warren Foster
Music: Shorty Rogers
Vocal: Stan Freberg

Иронията е, че прасетата (Шорти Роджърс и неговият бенд) всъщност изобщо не свирят боп, а по-скоро уест коуст суинг или буги. Това, което ги доближава до "елитарния" би-боп е собствената представа на режисьора каква би трябвало да е развлекателната музика за елита - да привлича публиката, а не да я отчуждава, хората да участват, да подвикват и танцуват. Много любима гледка ми е как цялата тълпа скача като монолитно блокче.:)

Lyrics:
Remember the story of the 3 little pigs
One played a pipe and the other danced gigs
The 3 little pigs are still around
But are playing music with the modern sound
3 little pigs were in the groove
Everything was running smooth
The pigs were due for a big surprise
For the wolf appeared with red rimmed eyes
Oo you cool, oo you cool, oo you cool man cool
Well sho he was friendly he shook their hands
Announced he was joining up with the band
Instead of starting an argument
A 1 and a 2 and away they went
The 3 little pigs were really gassed
They’d never heard such a corny blast
We’ve played in the west
We’ve played in the east
We’ve heard the most, but you’re the least
Well the big bad wolf was really mad
He wanted to play music and wanted to play bad
They stopped me before I could go to town
so I’ll huff and puff and blow their house down
The house of straw was blown away
The pigs had to find another place to play
Dew Drop Inn the house of sticks
3 little pigs were giving out licks
Well the piano playing pig was swinging like a gate
Doing the Libarace on the 88
(I wish my brother George was here)
The 3 little pigs were having a ball
When the big bad wolf he entered the hall
The big bad wolf he sat right down
C’mon cats we’re going to town
From the crowd came an angry shout
Stop the music throw the square out
the Big Bad Wolf was really sore
If they’re going to get tough I’ll give them more
They don’t know talent in this here town
I’ll huff and I’ll puff and blow the place down
Dew Drop Inn did drop down
The 3 little pigs crawled out of the rubble
This big bad wolf gives us nothing but trouble
We won’t be bothered by his windy tricks
The next place we play must be made of bricks
Sturdy place this house of bricks
Built in 1776
High class place with the high class crowd
Sign on the door no wolves allowed
The wolf was sore and fit to be tied
He was sworn and determined to get inside
He huffed and puffed at the house of bricks
But the bricks are stronger than straw or sticks
He huffed and puffed and bleeped and blooped
And at 10:00 was completely pooped
When all of the sudden came a ray of hope
I could disguise myself, boy what a dope
Well the big bad wolf took it all in stride
He figured out the way to get inside
I’ll show those pigs that I’m not stuck
If I can’t blow it down I’ll blow it up
Well the big bad wolf was really gone
And with him went his corny horn
Went out of this world with out a trace
Didn’t go to heaven it was the other place
The big bad wolf he learned the rule
You’ve got to get hot to play real cool

Peggy Lee: Fever!

Тишина. Ритъм – първо ударните, после и бас. Пеги Лий излиза и щрака с пръсти в ритъма. Започва да пее (тук идва любимото!) и щом публиката разпознава песента и започва да пляска, тя естествено, се усмихва и това личи в гласа. Винаги се радвам, когато усмивката личи в песента като не само не пречи, ами и я разкрасява. Дори само на слушане е великолепно.

Louis Prima & Keely Smith: In the Mood for Love

А кадрите са от едноименния филм на Уонг Кар-Вай.
Какви рокли, а?;)

mädchen mit plan

mädchen mit plan
läßt nichts und niemand an sich ran
keiner kommt ihr nah
sie ist eigentlich nicht da

wo ist ihr stern
sie sieht den ganzen tag nur fern
alles was sie spürt
ist nur fotografiert
alle sollen sehen
daß sie was kann
am besten fängt sie mal
als gast in einer talkshow an

und sie wünscht sich,
daß sie's irgendwann riskiert
und sie hoft, daß sie den mut dann nicht verliert und daß ein wunder passiert

junge mit wut,
weiß nicht warum er sowas tut
haut die scheiben ein
und fühlt sich allein

wo soll er hin
er möchte sehr viel geld verdienen
die schule war zu blöd
und jetzt ist es fast zu spät

alle sollen sehen
daß er es bringt
sein auto ist schnell
und was er anfaßt gelingt

und er sieht sich
und die felgen sind poliert
und er träumt
daß man ihm ständig gratuliert
und daß ein wunder passiert

und als sie sich sehen
ist alles anders als man denkt
einfach nur schön
und das ganze glück
gibt's geschenkt

und der funke hat sie
gefunden und berührt
und die beiden haben es sofort gespürt
daß gerad ein wunder passiert

Чалгата е вирус, който се лекува с джаз

Мистър Бодженгълс

Мистър Бодженгълс е бил легенда в Харлем, революционер в модерните танци, звезда на сцената и в киното.

Бил ”Бодженгълс” Робинсън (1878-1949) се родил в Ричмънд, столицата на Вирджиния – “щатът-майка на много президенти”, и започнал да танцува в местните сълуунс на 6 години и скоро станал известен из водевилите. Още тогава започнали да му викат "Бодженгълс" като и той не бил наясно откъде-накъде.

Тогава, в началото на века, в Америка негрите-танцьори се изявявали само по двойки и Робинсън бил нещо като пионер, когато започнал да обикаля Щатите и Европа, танцувайки соло, та до края на 20те. Тогава изглежда се поуморил и се заселил в Харлем. По това време участвал в някакъв мюзикъл с подозрителното име “Blackbirds”. Състоял се само от черни изпълнители, а пък бил ориентиран за бялата публика, което бил добър тактически ход, защото точно той го направил известен в богатите среди на шоубизнеса.

Талантът му да танцува го вкарал едновременно в два свята – този на черните и този на белите. Белите обожавали филмите с негови танци, в които играе със звезди като Шърли Темпъл или Уил Роджърс, но повечето му роли там били точно в калъпа на расисткия стереотип – забавен негър-прислужник.

Мистър Бодженгълс започнал да танцува в знаменития Котън Клъб в Харлем към 1935та, а после за кратко играл в мюзикли на Бродуей. През цялото време славата му се поддържала от белите, които даже по едно време го обявили за талисман на Ню Йорк Джайънтс, макар самите негри, на които се случвала тази “чест”, обикновено да се обиждали от подобно покровителствено и пренебрежително отношение.

А за цялата работа ме открехна Роби, който за мен е най-доброто нещо, което се е случвало на жанра от няколко десетилетия насам: