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Molt bon vespre que vam d'escoltar el públic del Carnegie Hall de Nova York que la nit del 3 de març de 1972 coratjava la tonada d'una de les més famoses cançons dels Kings, Lola. Els Kings gravaren en directe resultant de dos nits al Carnegie Hall i l'editaran com a segon disc del doble LP Everybody's in Show Business. D'aquesta forma situam històricament el nostre programa d'avui.
un nou capítol de la sèrie Història de la Música Popular en format de monogràfics anuals. El protagonista serà idolany de 1972 del segle passat. Benvinguts a Copinya de Volta Verda.
Aquest dit dels Kings, Everybody's in Show Business, protagonitzarà la peça de resistència del programa. Però no són els Kings els únics que feren aquest any coses interessants. Els mítics Jethro Tull d'Ian Anderson també.
Treuen un doble àlbum recopilatori en temes inèdits, singles i rareses, Living in the Past, escoltant amb dues seleccions, Inside i Driving Song.
Bona nit.
Fins demà!
That was the best cup of coffee I ever had And I won't worry about a thing Because we've got it made Here on the inside Outside so far away And we laugh and we sing Get someone to bring
Fins demà!
Can you cook or can you sow? Well, I don't want to know That is not what you need on the inside To make the time go
Fins demà!
Bona nit.
Fins demà!
En 1972, la meravellosa Linda Ronstadt treu el seu tercer disc en solitari, Linda Ronstadt 1972, on comença a distanciar-se una mica del country, tot i que en realitat no se n'ha llogat mai massa. L'àlbum va ser un progrés a la seva carrera, però tampoc va anar massa lluny, només fins al lloc 163 de les llistes americanes. Tampoc tingueren massa èxit els dos singles que se van publicar, I Fall To Pieces i Rock Me In The Water.
Això fa que ens fixem en Can it be true? Un tema inicialment descartat per l'àlbum. Can it be true That love's a toy A child's game we play Just to pass the time away
And can it be that we never ever see beyond the circles of doubt that always shut out the love we feel? Can it be true? Can it be true?
Can it be true?
And can it be If you only look around You'll find the love that you long for Already waiting there for you Can it be true
Un dels nostres dits preferits de sempre és d'aquest any. Se tracta de Silver Pistol, el tercer àlbum de la banda britànica Brinsley Schwartz, que dói el mateix nom que el seu líder i guitarrista principal, Brinsley Schwartz, però el talent el posava sobretot el baixista i cantant Nick Lowe, vell conegut del programa. Han seleccionat tres fantàstics temes, The Last Time I Was Fooled, One More Day i Silver Pistol.
No one of them was mine I'd face ten thousand tomorrows Instead of one today You don't say hi to no one Or farewell when she goes away Just last Saturday night
Fins demà!
Fins demà!
Fins demà!
Fins demà!
Fins demà!
And walking down the street and crossing over coming down Feels like nothing's getting through Street on up you know you must make an effort to be true
Bona nit.
Invite him in, don't leave him there, just standin' in the yard. One more hour, my best life. And all I got in this whole world's my guitar and my wife.
I became a drifter Blown by wind and frost
I even talk into a JBL. Things I hear don't sound the same. Sultry senyori.
Fins demà!
Bona nit.
Fins demà!
La peça de resistència del programa d'avui, com hem comentat al principi, consistirà en una selecció de quatre temes del doble disc dels Kings, Everybody's in Show Business. Són Celluloid Heroes, Holiday, Motorway i Till the End of the Day.
Bona nit. Bona nit.
Bona nit.
She looked so weak and fragile, that's why she tried to be so hard. But they turned her into a princess and they sat her on a throne. But she turned her back on stardom because she wanted to be alone.
Fins demà!
Rudolf Valentino looks very much alive And he looks up ladies' dresses As they sadly pass him by Avoid stepping on Bela Lugosi Cause he's liable to turn and bite But stand close by Lennie Davis Because hers was such a lonely lie
But she was only made of flesh and blood
You can see all the stars as you walk down Hollywood Boulevard Some that you recognize Some that you haven't even heard of People who worked and suffered and struggled for faith Some who succeeded and some who suffered in vain
Everybody's a dreamer And everybody's a star And everybody's in showbiz It doesn't matter who you are And those who are successful Be always on your guard Success walks hand in hand with failure Along Hollywood Boulevard
Fins demà!
People who worked and suffered and struggled for pain. Some who succeeded and some who suffered in vain.
A fantasy world of celluloid villains and heroes.
I like to imagine you're on a beach on the south of France on Staten Island.
With a beautiful, with a beautiful person Holiday Oh, what a lovely day today
I'm all so glad they sent me away To have a little holiday today Holiday, holiday I mean I'm just standing on the edge of a pier Hoping and dreaming you are here
To share my little holiday. Looking in the sky from a gap in the cloud. Sometimes I think that sun ain't never coming out. I'd rather be here than in a dirty old town. I had to live in the city.
Oh, what a lovely day today. I think I'll get down on my little knees and pray. Thank you, Lord. Take a breath for that holiday today. Holiday. I'm leaving insecurity behind. The environmental pressure's got me down.
I don't need no Saturdays to slow me down. I don't need no sleeping belt to help me sleep start. Oh, what a lovely day to day. I was so glad they sent me away to have a little holiday.
Lying on the beach with my backburn hairs. The salt gets in my blisters and the sand in my hairs. The season opens so hard but I really couldn't count. I breathed through my mouth so hard and had to sniff the air. Falling day. Oh, what a lovely day today.
I'm also glad they sent me away to have a little holiday.
Motorway food is the worst in the world. You've never eaten food like you've eaten on the motorway. Motorway food is the worst in the world. The coffee tastes weak and the cakes taste stale. Gasoline fumes are the worst to inherit. The stomach rolls over and your face turns pale. Oh, that motorway living. Ain't enough to feel to be so free, yeah.
Riding down the motorway, got to charge up my battery, rest my seat, rest my eyes. So tired, tired of living, tired of living this motorway living. Motorway tea is warm and wet, rain is upon and it's four in the morning and it's all I can get.
Fins demà!
Molderway food is invariably fried. It feeds me and keeps me and helps me survive. Ooh, right down the motorway. Ain't enough to be so free, yeah. Right down the motorway. Cat-sized cold meat pie.
So tired, tired of living, tired of living this motorway living. Motorway food is the worst in the world. You're never eating food like eating on the motorway. Motorway food is the worst in the world. My stomach's upset and I don't feel well. Gotta get my head down, stop for a while in a motorway hotel. My, my, oh my, my, my guess who's at you?
Bona nit.
Good evening and welcome to the Carnegie Hall this evening. Oh yes. Baby, I feel good. From the moment I rise. Thank you very much for coming this evening. It's been a pleasure. We hope to come back to New York again. Baby, I feel good.
Fins demà!
Aquest any de 1972, el gran Boss Skax treu el seu cinquè àlbum, My Time, el millor que ha fet, segons criteri de l'Associació de Selecció Musical Estadística Unificada, Esmeu. Han posat ja quasi tots els temes de l'àlbum, però encara faltava aquest, We're Gonna Roll.
Bona nit.
Bona nit.
Fins demà!
Un dels més sensibles cantautors de la dècada del 70 va ser el nova yorkès Harry Chapin, desaparegut prematurament per culpa d'un accident de trànsit en només 38 anys. Va deixar com a herència 12 àlbums, algun d'ells excepcionals, com el de 1972, Sniper and Other Love Songs. Aquest Better Place to Be n'és una mostra.
It was an early morning bar room and the place just opened up. And a little man come in so fast and started at his cups. And the brother served the whiskey. She was a big old friendly girl. And she tried to fight her empty nights by smiling at the world. And she said, hey, bub, it's been a while since you've been around.
Where the hell you been hiding and why you look so down? But the little man just sat there like he'd never heard a sound.
The waitress she gave out a cough And acting not the least put off she spoke Once again she said I don't wanna bother you Consider it's understood I know I'm not no beauty queen But I sure can listen good
And the little man took his drink in his hand and he raised it to his lips. He took a couple of sips and he told the waitress this story. I am the midnight watchman down at Miller's Tool and I.
And I watch the metal rustin' And I watch the time go by A week ago at the diner I stopped to get a bite And this here lovely lady She sat two seats from a right And Lord, Lord, Lord, she was all right
Oh, she was so damn beautiful that she'd warm a winter frost. But she was long past lonely and well nigh unlost. Now I'm not much of a mover or a pick-em-up easy guy, but I decided to glide on over and give her one good try.
And Lord, Lord, Lord, she was worth a try. Tongue-tied like a schoolboy, I stammered out some words. But it did not really matter much, cause I don't think she heard.
She just looked clear on through me To a space back in my head And it chained me into silence As quietly she said If you want me to come with you Then that's alright with me Cause I know I'm going nowhere And anywhere's a better place to be
Anywhere's a better place to be I drove her to my boarding house And I took her up to my room And I went to turn on the only light To brighten up the gloom But she said, please leave the light off Oh, I don't mind the dark And as her clothes all tumble around her
I could hear my heart The moonlight shone upon her As she lay back in my bed It was the kindest scene I only had imagined
I just could not believe it to think that she was real. And as I tried to tell her, she said, shh. I know just how you feel. And if you want to come here with me, then that's all right with me. Because I've been oh so lonely. Loving someone is a better way to be.
Anywhere's a better place to be. The morning comes so swiftly, but I held her in marks. But she slept like a baby, snug and safe from home.
Fins demà!
She'd left a six-word letter saying it's time that I moved on. The waitress took a bar rag and she wiped it across her eyes.
And as she spoke her voice came out as something like a sigh. She said, I wish that I was beautiful or that you were halfway blind.
And I wish I weren't so doggone fat. I wish that you were mine. And I wish that you'd come with me when I leave for home. For we both know all about loneliness and living alone.
Looked at the empty glass in his hand And he smiled a crooked grin He said, I guess I'm out of gym And I know we both have been so lonely And if you want me to come with you
Bona nit.
Despedirem el monogràfic 1972 d'avui amb un altre pes pesant de l'escena rock setentera. George Ivan Morrison, el geni malhumorat de Belfast, el dit de l'any és Saint Dominic's Preview i amb el seu tema Listen to the Lion que veurem avui. Molt bon i per tant, adeu, ahoy.
All my love come tumbling down All my love come tumbling down All my love
I shall search my soul I shall search my very soul And I shall search my soul
I shall search my very soul For the lion For the lion
Fins demà!
All my tears like water flow And all my tears like water flow All my tears like water flow
For the lion. For the lion. For the lion. For the lion inside of me.
Fins demà!
Listen to the lion Listen to the lion Listen to the lion Listen to the lion
Listen to the lion Listen to the lion Listen to the lion Listen to the lion Listen to the lion Listen to the lion
Bona nit.
And we sail and we sail. And we sail and we sail. And we sail and we sail. To Caledonia. And we sail and we sail and we sail and we sail and we sail. Away from Denmark.
Way up to Caledonia. We're from Denmark. Way up to Caledonia.
Gràcies.