Rush - Moving Pictures

Τον Φεβρουάριο του 1981, στις 12 του μηνός, το τρελοτρίο απο τον Καναδά, οι Rush, κυκλοφόρησαν έναν απο τους πιο εμπορικά πετυχιμένους δίσκους τους, το Moving Pictures...

Τι να προαναφέρει κανείς για αυτόν τον δίσκο;

Ότι ήταν τόσο πετυχημένος που έγινε πολυπλατινένιος;, Ότι έφτασε μέχρι το #3 του Billboard; Ότι τα μισά τραγούδια του δίσκου ακούγονται σε κάθε τους συναυλία;....Το ότι εδώ περιέχει το τραγούδι σήμα-κατατεθέν του συγκροτήματος;;; -έλα μην κάνεις τον ανήξερο..ξέρεις πολύ καλά για ποιο αναφέρομαι- (που ανοίγει σχεδόν πάντα με αυτό το τραγούδι  τις συναυλίες τους και απο κάτω γίνεται Ο πανικός;) Το ότι το Kerrang! το έχει κατατάξει στο #43 απο τα 100 καλύτερα άλμπουμ στην ιστορία του Heavy Metal;(έει εκεί στο Kerrang!...τι πίνετε και δεν μας δίνετε; Heavy Metal το Progressive rock -μπες εδω να παθεις και να μαθεις-; τι να σου πω...στο Limelight κοπανιέσαι σαν τον τρελό...), Στο ότι βρίσκεται μέσα στο -κατα την ταπεινή μου γνώμη αμφιλεγόμενο, αλλά κατα τα άλλα - άκρως ενδιαφέρον βιβλίο "Οι 1001 δίσκοι που πρέπει να ακούσεις πριν πεθάνεις"; -και καλα..- και τέλος ότι το περιοδικό Rolling Stones το έχει μέσα στα 10 καλύτερα progressive rock -μπες εδώ να μάθεις και να πάθεις (2)- άλμπουμ;..ουφ...πολλά δεν είπα;;;

Κάτσε...έχουμε κι άλλα...

Το δημοφιλέστερο τραγούδι τους -που σου έλεγα παραπάνω :ρ - γράφτηκε πάνω στην γραμμή που δοκίμαζε τον ήχο των πλήκτρων του ο μεγάλος Geddy Lee... τόσο απλό... : )

Το βραβευμένο με Grammy YYZ -το οποίο είναι ο κωδικός IATA για το αεροδρόμιο του Τορόντο...ότι δηλαδή το SKG για την Σαλονίκη μας ; ) - γράφτηκε "εμπνευσμένο" απο το σήμα του τουτου...του τουτου...τουτου... (αν το έχεις ακούσει ποτέ...) στα σήματα Morse...;;; (-.--/-.--/--..) σε τέμπο 5/4 όπου - παίζουν όγδοες και όπου . παίζουν δέκατες έκτες... (τι λες τώρα...)

Απο κεί και πέρα...

Αναφέρω το Tracklist...

1. Tom Sawyer

2. Red Barchetta

3. YYZ

4. Limelight

5. The Camera Eye

6. Witch Hunt

7. Vital Signs

Να αναφέρω και τους παιχταράδες;

Geddy Lee - Φωνή μπάσο πλήκτρα

Alex Lifeson - Κιθάρα

Neil Peart - Τύμπανα και ότι λογής κρουστά...(γαμάτος ντράμερ...αλλά παραδόξως...όχι απο τους αγαπημένους μου...)

Βαθμολογία....

Εξώφυλλο 4/10 (κι αυτο λόγω του λογοπαίγνιου....)

Δίσκος 10/10

Παραγωγή 9/10

Αγαπημένα;;

Όλος ο δίσκος..χωρίς υπερβολή...

Απο το δυναμικό ξεκίνημα του;;; Απο το γεμάτο progressivιά του στην μέση και το πολύ γλυκό και μελαγχολικό αντίο στα 2 τελευταία τραγούδια του δίσκου;;; ΤΕΛΕΙΟ!

Για όσους δεν το έχουν με τους Rush (αλλιώς θα ξέρανε ποιο είναι το τραγούδι που λέγαμε παραπάνω...)και γενικότερα  με το Progressive Rock -και κακώς- τους προτείνω το Limelight και το ανάλαφρο Vital Signs...

Οι υπόλοιποι...

n'joy

1. Tom Sawyer

A modern day warrior
Mean, mean stride
Today's Tom Sawyer
Mean, mean pride

Though his mind is not for rent
Don't put him down as arrogant
His reserve, a quiet defense
Riding out the day's events
The river

What you say about his company
Is what you say about society
Catch the mist, catch the myth
Catch the mystery, catch the drift

The world is, the world is
Love and life are deep
Maybe as his skies are wide

Today's Tom Sawyer
He gets high on you
And the space he invades
He gets by on you

No, his mind is not for rent
To any god or government
Always hopeful, yet discontent
He knows changes aren't permanent
But change is

What you say about his company
Is what you say about society
Catch the witness, catch the wit
Catch the spirit, catch the spit

The world is the world is
Love and life are deep
Maybe as his eyes are wide

Exit the warrior
Today's Tom Sawyer
He gets high on you
And the energy you trade
He gets right on to
The friction of the day

2. Red Barchetta

 

 

 

My uncle has a country place
That no one knows about.
He says it used to be a farm,
Before the Motor Law.
And on Sundays I elude the Eyes,
And hop the Turbine Freight
To far outside the Wire,
Where my white-haired uncle waits.

Jump to the ground
As the Turbo slows to cross the Borderline.
Run like the wind,
As excitement shivers up and down my spine.
Down in his barn,
My uncle preserved for me an old machine,
For fifty-odd years.
To keep it as new has been his dearest dream.

I strip away the old debris
That hides a shining car.
A brilliant red Barchetta
From a better, vanished time.
I fire up the willing engine,
Responding with a roar.
Tires spitting gravel,
I commit my weekly crime...

Wind-
In my hair-
Shifting and drifting-
Mechanical music-
Adrenalin surge...

Well-weathered leather,
Hot metal and oil,
The scented country air.
Sunlight on chrome,
The blur of the landscape,
Every nerve aware.

Suddenly ahead of me,
Across the mountainside,
A gleaming alloy air-car
Shoots towards me, two lanes wide.
I spin around with shrieking tires,
To run the deadly race,
Go screaming through the valley
As another joins the chase.

Drive like the wind,
Straining the limits of machine and man.
Laughing out loud
With fear and hope, I've got a desperate plan.
At the one-lane bridge
I leave the giants stranded at the riverside.
Race back to the farm, to dream with my uncle at the fireside

3. YYZ

 

 

 

4. Limelight

 

 

Living on a lighted stage
Approaches the unreal
For those who think and feel
In touch with some reality
Beyond the gilded cage

Cast in this unlikely role,
Ill-equipped to act
With insufficient tact
One must put up barriers
To keep oneself intact

Living in the limelight
The universal dream
For those who wish to seem

Those who wish to be
Must put aside the alienation
Get on with the fascination
The real relation
The underlying theme

Living in a fish eye lens
Caught in the camera eye
I have no heart to lie
I can't pretend a stranger
Is a long-awaited friend

All the world's indeed a stage
And we are merely players
Performers and portrayer
Each another's audience
Outside the gilded cage

 

5. The Camera Eye

 

 

 

Grim-faced and forbidding,
Their faces closed tight,
An angular mass of New Yorkers
Pacing in rhythm,
Race the oncoming night,
They chase through the streets of Manhattan.
Headfirst humanity,
Pause at a light,
Then flow through the streets of the city.

They seem oblivious
To a soft spring rain,
Like an English rain
So light, yet endless
From a leaden sky.

The buildings are lost in the limitless rise.
My feet catch the pulse and the purposeful stride.

I feel the sense of possibilities,
I feel the wrench of hard realities.
The focus is sharp in the city.

Wide-angle watcher
On life's ancient tales,
Steeped in the history of London.

Green and grey washes
In a wispy white veil
Mist in the streets of Westminster.
Wistful and weathered,
The pride still prevails,
Alive in the streets of the city.

Are they oblivious
To this quality?
A quality
Of light unique to
Every city's streets.

Pavements may teem with intense energy,
But the city is calm in this violent sea.

 

6. Witch Hunt

 

 

 

The night is black, without a moon.
The air is thick and still.
The vigilantes gather on
The lonely torchlit hill.

Features distorted in the flickering light,
Faces are twisted and grotesque.
Silent and stern in the sweltering night,
The mob moves like demons possesed.
Quiet in conscience, calm in their right,
Confident their ways are best.

The righteous rise
With burning eyes
Of hatred and ill-will.
Madmen fed on fear and lies
To beat and burn and kill.

They say there are strangers who threaten us,
Our immigrants and infidels.
They say there is strangeness to danger us
In our theatres and bookstore shelves,
That those who know what's best for us
Must rise and save us from ourselves.

Quick to judge,
Quick to anger,
Slow to understand
Ignorance and prejudice
And fear walk hand in hand.

 7. Vital Signs

 

 

 

Unstable condition,
A symptom of life,
Of mental and environmental change.
Atmosphereic disturbance,
The feverish flux
Of human interface and interchange.

The impulse is pure;
Sometimes our circuits get shorted
By external interference.
Signals get crossed
And the balance distorted
By internal incoherence.

A tired mind become a shape shifter,
Everybody need a mood lifter,
Everybody need reverse polarity.
Everybody got mixed feelings
About the function and the form.
Everybody got to elevate from the norm.

An ounce of perception,
A pound of obscure.
Process information at half speed.
Pause, rewind, replay,
Warm memory chip,
Random sample, hold the one you need.

Leave out the fiction,
The fact is, this friction
Will only be won by persistence.
Leave out conditions,
Courageous convictions
Will drag the dream into existence.

A tired mind become a shape shifter,
Everybody need a soft filter,
Everybody need reverse polarity.
Everybody got mixed feelings
About the function and the form.
Everybody got to elevate from the norm...