tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67467103517272656522024-03-14T06:28:29.265+01:00Skiπ the Greekhighlights of greek music & culture, for non-greek listenersUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger50125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746710351727265652.post-66768214237444050862013-06-03T02:19:00.001+02:002013-06-03T02:20:32.637+02:00Report to Greco (Nikos Kazantzakis, 1961)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Nikos Kazantzakis</span></i></div>
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"I grabbed my stick and a bag heading to the mountains. It was the time that the Germans were pressing Norway, fighting to conquer them.<span style="text-align: left;"> </span></div>
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One afternoon, passing by Psiloritis foothills, I listen to a loud and rough voice up there:<span style="text-align: left;"> </span></div>
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— Hey, my friend, wait! Wait, I want to ask you.<span style="text-align: left;"> </span></div>
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I lifted my head and I saw a man rolling down the rocky hill. He was descending with broad strides, from rock to rock, the stones trickled noisily under his steps, one would think that the whole mountain was rolling with him. I could see now clearly that it was a giant old-shepherd. I stood there and waited. What does he want from me? I thought; and why so passionately?</div>
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He came close, stood on a stone; his chest open, hairy, it steamed. </blockquote>
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— Well, my friend, he says panting, how is Norway? </blockquote>
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He had heard that a country was in danger of enslaving, and he didn't even know what is Norway, where is it, which people live there; one thing only was clear to him, that freedom was in danger. </blockquote>
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— Better, granpa, I responded, don't worry; better. </blockquote>
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— Thank god, the old-shepard roared, crossing himself. </blockquote>
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— What is to me the ciggarette? I want nothing; If Norway is better, that's enough! </blockquote>
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It is true, the Greek air is holy, I thought, it was definately here where freedom was born. I do not know if any other shepard of this world would live in such an agony and selflessly as this one the despair of this distant unknown land, that fights for its freedom. Norways' fight has become this Greek shepard's fight; because he thought of freedom as if she was his daughter."</blockquote>
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Undoubtedly the most important Greek writer and philosopher of Modern Greece. We chose this small quote as an expression of solidarity to Turkish people and their just fight.</div>
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There were all kinds of stringed musical instruments all around the place. <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bouzouki" target="_blank">Bouzoukis</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baglamas" target="_blank">baglamas</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oud" target="_blank">uds</a>, tzouras, mandolins, lutes etc. hanged on the walls, laying on the couch, everywhere.</div>
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Driving all the way to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thessaloniki" style="font-style: normal;" target="_blank">Thessaloniki</a> (300km) to meet a musician and constructor of musical instruments and come back with a bouzouki in the backseat of the car was indeed a long drive. However, the instrument I bought was special enough to worth it. Mulberry wood, walnut, fir wood, wenge and poplar combined at the various instrument parts along with Mr.Papadamou's handcraft produced a sound that is slightly different from the typical bouzouki's sound. This happens -in different ways- with all his instruments. In all 5 albums he has been a vital part of the band <i>Chimerinoi Kolymvites </i>we can listen to that difference. He made his instruments and he performed with them too - which is notably difficult if you think the different abilities somenone's hands should have: strong enough to work with wood and elegant enough to run precisely at a strigned instrument.</div>
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The song we present today is a sword, blading your evening. Few seconds with no intention to become music. A song about the eternal will of joy. Argyris sung it because they couldn't afford paying someone else to do so at that time. Fortunately, as it appears. But singing a moment of happiness can't last long. So it's just one and a half minute. The band usualy performs this one at the peak of a concert and people stop talking and dancing. They all raise their drinks in the air and they sing loundly with a smile on their face.</div>
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Vocals: Argyris bakirtzis, Isidoros Papadamou</div>
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And the living-dead of our memory</div>
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*"Arzzentina" had been the first disco of <a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?q=40.838489,24.304161&num=1&t=h&z=12" target="_blank">>Peramos</a>, a seaside resort close to the city of Kavala.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746710351727265652.post-4106052911637803422011-09-10T13:42:00.010+02:002012-03-16T17:59:08.739+01:00John the Murderer (Fleury Dandonaki, 1980)<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ur2e_Qv_2-g/Tm_bhh2tDNI/AAAAAAAABfg/N0BlV44yB7I/s1600/1278972250.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ur2e_Qv_2-g/Tm_bhh2tDNI/AAAAAAAABfg/N0BlV44yB7I/s400/1278972250.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651977426443242706" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">Fleury Dandonaki</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-44vJ8RgGgSo/Tm_bcFnKRnI/AAAAAAAABfY/HF1He_GQYBI/s1600/F.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 49px; height: 58px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-44vJ8RgGgSo/Tm_bcFnKRnI/AAAAAAAABfY/HF1He_GQYBI/s400/F.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651977332962510450" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">leury Dandonaki was Manos Hadjidakis' favorite singer. She was born in Crete in 1937. She studied philosophy and theater at the University of South Carolina in the late '50s. In New York she made her first steps on the stage of Broadway and critics recognized something different in her wonderful voice, full of sensitivity, and in her large expressive eyes. The «New York Times» declared her talent equal to that of Liza Minnelli's.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">In 1970 she meets in New York Manos Hadjidakis as she replaces an actress of the Broadway show "Jacques Brel is Alive and Well and Living in Paris". Manos is astonished by her performance. Fleury becomes his favourite singer and during the '70s they work together in many successful theatre and music projects. In 1980, it was at the insistence of Manos Hadjidakis, who was back then director of ERA's Programme C (radio broadcast) that the recording below took place. </div><div><div style="text-align: justify;">Fleury Dandonaki died on July 18,1998 at the age of 60, after a long struggle with cancer and rests in peace next to her long time friend Manos Hadjidakis in a semetery in Athens.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The song was first released by Columbia in 1976. The name of the album is "Immortality". Music by Manos Hadjidakis and poetry by Nikos Gatsos. It is a masterpiece.</div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><iframe width="400" height="75" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RiZg0pQPcfE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>John the murderer [Ο Γιάννης ο Φονιάς]</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>music: Manos Hadjidakis</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>lyrics: Nikos Gatsos</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>vocals: Fleury Dandonaki</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>John the murderer</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>-son of a woman from Patras</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>and of a man from Messolonghi-</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>last Sunday</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>right after the prison</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>passed by our house</i></div><br /><i>We treated him desert</i><div><i>we treated him mint</i></div><div><i>but the murder</i></div><div><i>we didn't mention (x2)</i><br /><br /><i>Only Phrosi</i></div><div><i>-shedding sea coloured tears</i></div><div><i>of her large eyes-</i></div><div><i>kissed silently</i></div><div><i>his precious hands</i></div><div><i>and went out of the hall</i></div><div><i><br />No one made it</i></div><div><i>to bear her pain</i></div><div><i>and no one from the family </i></div><div><i>found </i><i>a word to say</i></div><div><i><br />And John the murderer</i></div><div><i>at the corner of the street</i></div><div><i>with the longing's thorn<br />remembered again</i></div><div><i>moons so distant</i></div><div><i>and the dream that was gone.</i><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746710351727265652.post-19041781630498853452011-06-09T20:24:00.011+02:002012-11-09T13:52:36.893+01:00The Oath (Foivos Delivorias, 1995)<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RXOQN4ahGVI/TfEZ-K6rcoI/AAAAAAAABbA/DZClURFuEGg/s1600/DSC_0193.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RXOQN4ahGVI/TfEZ-K6rcoI/AAAAAAAABbA/DZClURFuEGg/s400/DSC_0193.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616298766180774530" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">Foivos Delivorias</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></i></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tvbgvf7AqoE/TfEZcbpX9VI/AAAAAAAABa4/Ysd4oM0zGL8/s1600/F.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 49px; height: 58px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tvbgvf7AqoE/TfEZcbpX9VI/AAAAAAAABa4/Ysd4oM0zGL8/s400/F.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616298186556044626" /></a><div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;">oivos Delivorias was born in Kallithea in 1973, one of the densest Athens neighboorhoods. His guitar teacher was Orfeas Peridis, an artist we haven't had the chance to present yet but we will certainly do so in the future. In 1989, 16-year-old Foivos meets Manos Hadjidakis to presenthim his unreleased songs. Manos is impressed and this meeting results to Foivos first album called "The parade". Six years later (1995) he releases with Sony his second album - clearly more mature than the first - "Life if beautiful, only this way". His first concerts to music halls and univeristy festivals come after his third release called "Mess" in 1998. Since that time he has recorded another 4 albums and perfomed at quite some music shows in Athenian music halls.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">His music is easy listening. He easily swithces music styles (even within the same album) possibly because of his references that spread from Greek folk music to Hip hop and modern jazz. The lyrics of his songs (even from his very first album) are distinguished for the excellent use of the Greek language (speaking Greek is tough, but speaking correctly is almost impossible), the natural and "easy-looking" way he expresses complicated stuff, his imagination, politeness and his references. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Everyone appreciates his music but only ages 20-40 can listen to it. Google him or Youtube hime with "Φοίβος Δεληβοριάς" or "Foivos Delivorias".</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Today’s song is from his second album, and it is a lover’s oath. A woman first, and then a man tie themselves beautifully.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">
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<b>The Oath</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">music, lyrics: Foivos Delivorias</div><div style="text-align: justify;">vocals: Eleni Tsaligopoulou</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"I swear on the cherry tree's dyed lips</div><div style="text-align: justify;">that I'll build myself in the waves</div><div style="text-align: justify;">that I'll build myself in the waves</div><div style="text-align: justify;">if you leave me</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'll reap apart the kisses</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'll swallow the misfortunes</div><div style="text-align: justify;">and alone I'll nail myself, my star</div><div style="text-align: justify;">on the thorn of my sorrow..."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"And I swear on the sea</div><div style="text-align: justify;">that if I leave you</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'll lie down on the sea shore</div><div style="text-align: justify;">and as a writing I'll fade away</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And my dust will be scattered</div><div style="text-align: justify;">on all of the Earth from</div><div style="text-align: justify;">so that it get into your eyes, my lovely</div><div style="text-align: justify;">to cry with tears of mine..."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746710351727265652.post-77161651001496891992011-06-01T23:44:00.009+02:002012-03-16T18:11:48.289+01:00I Only Come With Ideas (Nicholas Asimos, 1987)<div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: center; "><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VUjPDoBO-wA/TebBlCL7nNI/AAAAAAAABac/TbUeyjmLjMM/s1600/asimos.png" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VUjPDoBO-wA/TebBlCL7nNI/AAAAAAAABac/TbUeyjmLjMM/s400/asimos.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613386827550137554" /></a><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: center; "><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tOxTlhdON6I/TebCc0kBSII/AAAAAAAABak/de_wxj4W8Go/s1600/A.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tOxTlhdON6I/TebCc0kBSII/AAAAAAAABak/de_wxj4W8Go/s400/A.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613387785965750402" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 57px; height: 54px; " /></a><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; ">simos Nicholas was one of these guys they were appreciated long time after their death. He was born 3 months before the end of the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greek_Civil_War">Greek Civil War</a>, in 1949, in Thessaloniki. He started his studies there on Philosophy right with the beggining of the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greek_military_junta_of_1967-1974">1967 military junta</a> and little before its fall, he moved to Athens. He was recording songs to tapes which he has selling on the streets.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; ">His songs are very sensitive and proud. "Marginalized" pretty much describes his way of life and his music. I copy from wiki the last paragraph:</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "><blockquote>In 1987 he was wrongfully accused for the rape of an ex-girlfriend and was forcibly led to a mental institution. Shortly after he was sent to Korydallos Prison and was later bailed out. He never managed to overcome his bitterness over this unfounded charge. The outstanding trial along with other personal problems affected his psychological state profoundly. After two failed attempts, he committed suicide by hanging on 17 March 1988 in his house which he used to call preparation area. It is rumoured that he kept a diary during the last 15 days of his life in which he describes his efforts to find something worth living for in his life. He marked the pages with an "X" which meant that he had not found anything worth living for. The 15th day was also marked with an "X" which is the day he hanged himself.</blockquote></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; ">The following song is a monologue. Nicholas Asimos signs it together with Sotiria Leonardou (that you might remember from <a href="http://skipthegreek.blogspot.com/2009/12/movie-rembetiko-1983-song.html">this old post</a>). Not much to say about it. It's very famous and I think that it's one of his most representative songs. If you like it, look for more.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span ><iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uEk9OpOYp3A?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "><b>I only come with ideas </b>[ Εγώ με τις ιδέες μου]</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; ">lyrics, music: Nicholas Asimos [Νικόλας Άσιμος]</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; ">vocals with Sotiria Leonardou</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; ">Illegal Tape No.000008, March 1987</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; ">Ι only come with ideas</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; ">you only come with money</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; ">I think you want it all yours, heads and tails</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; ">I don't need your small talk</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; ">neither knowing you at all</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; ">I'll punch you where it hurts</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; ">I won't let anyone to pay for me</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; ">I'll dub myself a knight and jedi</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; ">and if I sober up</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; ">I'll tell you a "goodbye"</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; ">Even gods may change their mind</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; ">when great need there is</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; ">I never played brave</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; ">when it comes to war</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; ">and neither a water gun </div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; ">I have in my shack</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; ">I'll keep my way as far as it takes</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; ">I won't let anyone to pay for me</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; ">I will fire anyone that laughs on me</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; ">my pains gives birth</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; ">to a thousant truths</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I hand it all prepared to you</div><div style="text-align: justify;">but you want it all yours</div><div style="text-align: justify;">your greed won't let you in peace</div><div style="text-align: justify;">take your money and go </div><div style="text-align: justify;">and neither with my small toe</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I can compare your pride</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">You can't look me in the eyes</div><div style="text-align: justify;">and you'll die without a past</div><div style="text-align: justify;">You are a victim of law and order</div><div style="text-align: justify;">you don't even know the reason</div><div style="text-align: justify;">to conquer me.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pYjzffz5qio/TebCqvDYgoI/AAAAAAAABas/IQEXhajku14/s400/nikolas%2Basimos.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613388025004851842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 330px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746710351727265652.post-44469314648779469822011-04-10T23:35:00.009+02:002012-03-16T18:00:17.416+01:00The Price of Love (Dimitra Galani, 1983)<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NWderhbHXg4/TaIoc4JkkEI/AAAAAAAABZU/RRGmYGcVyv0/s1600/Timi_tis_agapis.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NWderhbHXg4/TaIoc4JkkEI/AAAAAAAABZU/RRGmYGcVyv0/s400/Timi_tis_agapis.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594078163721556034" /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">scene from the movie "The price of love", 1983</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><u><br /></u></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NWderhbHXg4/TaIoc4JkkEI/AAAAAAAABZU/RRGmYGcVyv0/s1600/Timi_tis_agapis.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oHKweKCbG30/TaIowY6pfzI/AAAAAAAABZc/qb22CV1oN9g/s1600/T.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oHKweKCbG30/TaIowY6pfzI/AAAAAAAABZc/qb22CV1oN9g/s400/T.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594078498934849330" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 52px; height: 54px; " /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">oday we host the soundtrack of a 1983 movie (by Tonia Marketaki) which was based on a 1912 book (by Konstantinos Theotokis) which was based on an imaginary love story in Corfu of 1900.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Dimitra Galani is singing this simple yet stongly emotional song, explaining how priceless love is. There is barely anything else to say, besides the truth that just a guitar can sometimes bring up to the surface the colours a whole band couldn't.</div><div><br /></div><div><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="400" height="75" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/y2tbynpVMuU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div><div><br /></div><div><b>The Price of Love</b></div><div><i>music: Eleni Karaindrou</i></div><div><i>lyrics: Tonia Marketaki</i></div><div><i>with the voice of Dimitra Galani</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div>There is no price for love<br />and neither for life there is<div>Who is selling it? Who is buying it?<br />Who is taking it to auction?<br /><br />There is no price for love<br />and neither for life there is</div><div>Whoever loves can give it</div><div>with just a glance, a kiss</div><div><br />If you have a little love, give me</div><div>to sweeten my life<br />There is no price for love<br />there is no price for pride.</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746710351727265652.post-86827767426329684252011-02-19T11:44:00.013+01:002012-03-16T18:00:29.162+01:00"Is this where we vote?" (Our great circus, 1973)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GiOpFCIknVk/TV_dhn82ciI/AAAAAAAABYk/JL6UTzQf59g/s1600/191572-untitled.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GiOpFCIknVk/TV_dhn82ciI/AAAAAAAABYk/JL6UTzQf59g/s400/191572-untitled.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575418433437594146" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><u><br /></u></span></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2XHic7WVrmc/S7FcwcDwdZI/AAAAAAAABQE/MvQqqTPhLQE/s1600/G.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2XHic7WVrmc/S7FcwcDwdZI/AAAAAAAABQE/MvQqqTPhLQE/s1600/G.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="text-align: justify;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 60px; height: 58px; " /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">reece was under a military junta between 1967 and 1974. In June 22, 1973 Tzeni Karezi and Kostas Kazakos started the theater play "To megalo mas tsirko" ("Our great circus") at the downtown Athens theater "Athinaion". Stavros Xarchakos did the music, Iakovos Kampanellis the lyrics, and Nikos Xylouris was the lead singer. The play was a satirical historical flashback of the history of Greece from the Ottoman empire to what was then present time. It quickly became extremely popular, and transformed into an act of political resistance against the dictatorship. People would ask at the register "Is this where we vote?".</div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It wasn't easy to get through the government's censorship. The play was marketed as a comedy to do so. Here is how the play started:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>"One final word, ladies and gentlemen. We told you that our play is a </i><i>comedy, but it is not a comedy because we say so, or because it was </i><i>written as such. It is a comedy for a much more serious reason. We </i><i>declared it as a comedy. We submitted it to the control committee as a </i><i>comedy, and it was approved as a comedy by state decision number </i><i>195. By no means I wish to tell you that you are obligated to laugh by </i><i>law. I am just noting that every similarity of our comedy to a drama </i><i>is purely coincidental."</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The censorship office soon realized their mistake, detained the producers, and shut down the play. But history had already been made. 500000 people are estimated to have seen the play. In 1974, the music of the play was released as an LP, and in 2003 as a CD. Here is one song of the album.</div><div><br /></div><div><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="400" height="75" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eFhLb0r_kCg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Our great circus</b> [Το μεγάλο μας τσίρκο]</div><div>Music: <i>Stavros Xarchakos</i></div><div>Lyrics: <i>Iakovos Kampanellis</i></div><div>Voices: <i>Nikos Xylouris, Tzeni Karezi, and actors</i></div><div><br /></div><div>Great news I bring from up there</div><div>give me a moment to catch my breath</div><div>and think whether I should laugh,</div><div>cry, shout, or be silent.</div><div>The kings have fled</div><div>and now at the port down by the shore,</div><div>the allies are sending them away.</div><div>As they manipulated and fixed things</div><div>from the outset they dag their own pit</div><div>and close up our great protectors,</div><div>slowly became the grave-diggers</div><div>and who is to pay the bill again</div><div>and how can I start over again</div><div>at least if I knew why.</div><div><br /></div><div>What else does my fortune tell me</div><div>three schemers are studying it.</div><div>Priests and pen pushers will let us know</div><div>with drums, parades and celebrations.</div><div>Cops are holding the constitution</div><div>and the courtiers in the palace</div><div>are waiting for something new to turn up.</div><div>The foreign bankers have glammed up,</div><div>the Greek real estate brokers have shaved.</div><div>Seven the interest five the make-up</div><div>forty with the oil and the vinegar</div><div>and he who believed and had patience</div><div>dumb and drugged he stands and stares</div><div>at the freedom being auctioned.</div><div><br /></div><div>People, do not tighten the belt anymore,</div><div>don't take hunger for glory any more</div><div>Your fights do not count</div><div>unless they make up for the blood that has been shed.</div><div>People, do not tighten the belt anymore,</div><div>hunger for glory is for the quitter,</div><div>it is for the the slave and it will bury him.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Sources for this post (in Greek): <a href="http://afmarx.wordpress.com/2007/03/25/megalo-tsirko/">link 1</a>, <a href="http://spiti.pblogs.gr/2008/10/to-megalo-mas-tsirko-h-parastash.html">link 2</a>, <a href="http://vinylmaniac.madblog.gr/note/2960/%CE%A3%CE%A4%CE%91%CE%A5%CE%A1%CE%9F%CE%A3-%CE%9E%CE%91%CE%A1%CE%A7%CE%91%CE%9A%CE%9F%CE%A3%CE%99%CE%91%CE%9A%CE%A9%CE%92%CE%9F%CE%A3-%CE%9A%CE%91%CE%9C%CE%A0%CE%91%CE%9D%CE%95%CE%9B%CE%9B%CE%97%CE%A3-">link 3</a></div><div><a href="http://www.antiwarsongs.org/canzone.php?lang=it&id=7976">Source for English translation</a></div><div><a href="http://www.stixoi.info/stixoi.php?info=Lyrics&act=details&song_id=8088">Greek lyrics</a></div></div><div><br /></div>abbatoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06140743517911588267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746710351727265652.post-27488205251579537182011-02-09T23:22:00.013+01:002012-03-16T18:03:17.092+01:00Zavarakatranemia (Nikos Xylouris, 1973)<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2XHic7WVrmc/TVMX7wZTnqI/AAAAAAAABYc/tAWUl4AQx7o/s1600/388720.jpg"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2XHic7WVrmc/TVMWoFWYvLI/AAAAAAAABYU/M4JfaWdV4hg/s1600/%25CE%259D.%2B%25CE%259E%25CE%25A5%25CE%259B%25CE%259F%25CE%25A5%25CE%25A1%25CE%2597%25CE%25A3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 350px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2XHic7WVrmc/TVMWoFWYvLI/AAAAAAAABYU/M4JfaWdV4hg/s400/%25CE%259D.%2B%25CE%259E%25CE%25A5%25CE%259B%25CE%259F%25CE%25A5%25CE%25A1%25CE%2597%25CE%25A3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571822041874087090" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">Nikos Xyloyris/ Νίκος Ξυλούρης</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2XHic7WVrmc/TVMV0QzVCfI/AAAAAAAABYM/ToXiSZcMUXo/s1600/R.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 55px; height: 56px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2XHic7WVrmc/TVMV0QzVCfI/AAAAAAAABYM/ToXiSZcMUXo/s400/R.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571821151595071986" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">evolutionary mood. Tunisia and Egypt recently walked that path with jaw-dropping and extremely massive demonstrations. The last 20 years -that I may say I am capable of such judjement- very few times I had this feeling that something historicly important happens somewhere, right now.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">There are some people with the same energy-let's say. They would give you the feeling that they are important, they can change stuff, they simply do. And their way is simple and beautiful. One of them was Nikos Xylouris. We have already introduced <a href="http://skipthegreek.blogspot.com/search/label/Nikos%20Xylouris">his brother</a> on an older post. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">We skip the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nikos_Xylouris">wiki info</a> to go to the main subject: the song.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="400" height="75" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ii88v3wxrr8" frameborder="0"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Zabarakatranemia</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Nikos Xylouris</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">(the song's lyrics contain one repeated phrase of words that mean nothing in Greek. They only remind the phrase "Black flags waved, mother bring me the knife". A call for revolution against the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greek_military_junta_of_1967%E2%80%931974">1967-1974 military junta</a> while it tries to avoid its censorship).</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Nikos Xylouris is singing. He is one of the most -if not the most- highly appreciated Greek singers ever to come. He died young, of brain tumor. He comes from Crete, Greeks still call him "the angel" and his voice is pure, wide, strong and sensitive. Diamond.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">ps. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tq0_h0784Xo&NR=1">Look at him singing an other song</a>.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2XHic7WVrmc/TVMX7wZTnqI/AAAAAAAABYc/tAWUl4AQx7o/s400/388720.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571823479358201506" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 309px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746710351727265652.post-1071406342949051672010-11-03T23:52:00.014+01:002010-11-06T15:03:29.503+01:00Days Strange and Beautiful (Active Member, 2000)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lastlife.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/onstage_29-6-2004-12_37_312.jpg?w=420&h=343"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 323px;" src="http://lastlife.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/onstage_29-6-2004-12_37_312.jpg?w=420&h=343" border="0" alt="" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">A</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; font-style: italic; ">ctive Member on stage</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2XHic7WVrmc/TNHuX59faSI/AAAAAAAABXc/jYsBm2ltb2Y/s1600/A.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 57px; height: 54px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2XHic7WVrmc/TNHuX59faSI/AAAAAAAABXc/jYsBm2ltb2Y/s400/A.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535467511478184226" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"> band that was formed a night after a live concert of Public Enemy in Athens, June 1992: "Active Member". On Sunday in Greece we have elections and there if there would be only one thing missing from these, this would be <i>active members.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A great band, giving birth to a sound and a musical form that in 1992 would be a joke if with Greek lyrics, baptised its music as "Low Bap" and with sentimental, strongly political, urban lyrics did what no other Greek hip-hop band achieved: influenced & expressed a 80s generation and teased a 70s one that was facing this music with skepticism.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A song about days that feel as strange as beautiful. That's how most Greeks feel now. Or at least those with a greater sense of identity.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div></div><div><object width="400" height="25"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FNDfgUu-3a0?fs=1&hl=el_GR"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FNDfgUu-3a0?fs=1&hl=el_GR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"></embed></object></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Days Strange and Beautiful</b></div><div>album: Days Strange and Beautiful (Μέρες Παράξενες Θαυμάσιες Μέρες), 2000</div><div><br /></div><div>*Bonus Track: <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jyg1cCXC_Fg&feature=related">The Myths of the Swamp</a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746710351727265652.post-7386849635496119822010-09-18T20:13:00.007+02:002014-05-11T02:11:26.944+02:00A poem (G.Aggelakas)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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not expecting anyone to knock on my door</div>
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and no one to caress me</div>
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and no one to whip me</div>
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and no one tto accept me</div>
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and no one to reject me</div>
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I felt something coming</div>
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that could be happiness</div>
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So then I stood up to write down these words</div>
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and everything got lost."</div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">["Καθισμένος ένα ολόκληρο απόγευμα<br />Στην παλιά μπαλωμένη μου πολυθρόνα<br />Μην περιμένοντας κανέναν να μου χτυπήσει την πόρτα<br />και κανέναν να με χαϊδέψει<br />και κανέναν να με μαστιγώσει<br />και κανέναν να με δεχτεί<br />και κανέναν να με απορρίψει<br />Ένιωσα να με πλησιάζει κάτι<br />που θα μπορούσε να 'ταν η ευτυχία<br />Τότε σηκώθηκα να σημειώσω αυτές τις λέξεις<br />Και όλα πήγαν στράφι"]</span><br />
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a poem by <a href="http://skipthegreek.blogspot.com/search/label/Giannis%20Aggelakas">G.Aggelakas</a>.</div>
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Welcome back and shall we have a great new season.</div>
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Melina Mercouri, her most famous picture</span></i></div>
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ear visitor, prepare for great, for brilliant stuff. Oh-oh spaggetti o. Today is the famous full moon of August. <b>Full moon!</b> The brightest moon of the year will cross the Athenian sky to fall huge and red. Hundrends of archeological sites will stay open till very late tonight with all lights switched off since the reflections of the moonlight to these marbles is one time thing and the Acropolis museum will host a band playing songs about the moon.</div>
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Mr. Theodosiou -who is a <b>professor of Astrophysics</b> at the university of Athens- stated clearly: "We were so wrong to step on the moon [...] you know, some things in life should better remain a legend, a myth, a mystery.. and although tonight's moon is neither bigger nor brighter than of other months, we like to believe so in August that the night is warm and the reflection on the ancient marbles so beautiful".</div>
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So, there is question... <b>What makes the moon so important?</b> What makes it mysterious and what brings it into songs, poems, books etc.? The fact that it reminds us that we live on a planet is a good answer but not a very successful one since the moon was already too deep into our poems and music long before we realize that earth is not flat. The answer I suppose is <i>"love"</i>. And probably this is what Manos Hadjitzidakis had in mind when he composed the following song:</div>
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<b>Paper Moon</b> [Χάρτινο το Φεγγαράκι]</div>
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music: Manos Hadjidakis</div>
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lyrics: Nikos Gatsos</div>
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vocals here*: Melina Merkouri</div>
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* Herodion = the Roman theater on the hill of Acropolis.</div>
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<i>Sea shall bring in birds</i></div>
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<i>and golden stars (will come with) the wind</i></div>
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<i>to caress your hair</i></div>
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<i>to kiss your hand</i></div>
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<i>Of paper is the moon,</i></div>
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<i>the beach is fake,</i></div>
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<i>if you believed me a little</i></div>
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<i>everything would be true</i></div>
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<i>Without your love</i></div>
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<i>time goes by so fast</i></div>
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<i>Without your love</i></div>
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<i>the world is smaller</i></div>
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<i>Of paper is the moon,</i></div>
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<i>the beach is fake,</i></div>
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<i>if you believed me a little</i></div>
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<i>everything would be true.</i></div>
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<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Melina_Mercouri">Melina Merkouri</a> was the Minister of Culture in Greece and she was the first to sing this song acting in the play "The Streetcar named Desire" by Tennessee Williams directed by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Karolos_Koun">Karolos Koun</a>. An extremely influential political figure in post-junta period (after 1974) in Greece.</div>
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746710351727265652.post-16566458552058159402010-07-29T14:04:00.010+02:002010-07-31T00:06:37.628+02:00Surrealism in Athens and the Salvation of Soul (1985, Stamatis Kraounakis & Lina)<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><br /></u></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2XHic7WVrmc/TFGW7TWzX1I/AAAAAAAABVs/cw4BNaviCDs/s1600/nikolakopoulou_06.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2XHic7WVrmc/TFGW7TWzX1I/AAAAAAAABVs/cw4BNaviCDs/s400/nikolakopoulou_06.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499342565548449618" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><i>Lina Nikolakopoulou</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2XHic7WVrmc/TFMv3WsFULI/AAAAAAAABV0/JUCuZJWSyNk/s1600/S.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2XHic7WVrmc/TFMv3WsFULI/AAAAAAAABV0/JUCuZJWSyNk/s400/S.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499792197979295922" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 52px; height: 54px; " /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">urrealism is an element of everyday life in Athens. Let me explain: You wake up when the TV timer switches on, and the sounds of a fight between a truck driver that is on strike and the minister of transport is on its best. Although it's too early for such stuff, you decide to switch off the TV when the crowd of truck drivers behind their representative is rhythmically singing the name of the beautiful young journalist lady that presents the news.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Little before you enter your car you realize that there is a penalty on it because you are supposed to have parked illegally although you have been parking there the last 4 months without a problem and there is absolutely no sign that proves it illegal!</div><div style="text-align: justify;">You wait at the traffic lights even when they are green (especially then) simply because of the traffic jam caused by a 2km waiting line of cars for a fuel station. The truck drivers strike left the fuel stations without fuel and only a 10% of fuel stations operate in Athens these days. This, of course, is a great reason for Athenians to wait 2hours in a car line with 35C temperature, to full their cars and buy fuel in bottles as if there is a war coming and there will be no fuel for the next 3 years.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Waiting there, watching two guys fighting because the one tried to cheat the line in front of the other, breathing deep to stay calm you switch on the radio.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div>And there it comes:</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2XHic7WVrmc/TFGWTcNEq9I/AAAAAAAABVc/sz2g6qLXbAg/s400/0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499341880728792018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Lina Nikolakopoulou & Stamatis Kraounakis</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><object width="400" height="25"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8BoYOaSV6Zc&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8BoYOaSV6Zc&hl=en_US&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"></embed></object></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>The salvation of soul </b>[H σωτηρία της ψυχής]</div><div><i>music: Stamatis Kraounakis</i></div><div><i>lyrics: Lina Nokilakopoulou</i></div><div><i>vocals: Alktistis Protopsalti</i></div><div><i>album: Κυκλοφορώ κι Οπλοφορώ (= I'm out & armed).</i></div><div><br /></div>Countryside’s mornings shall find us again within folded arms in bed,<br />And it won’t matter that we’re up so early, looking around, but seeking nothing.<br /><br />All certainty materials are sweet words recorded in tapes,<br />for all those which passed so swiftly, yet was fully embraced by our heart.<br /><br />The salvation of soul is a very big thing,<br />Like a journey of relaxation with a hidden wound<br /><br />If only we extended the steps of our lives on a deserted beach,<br />It wouldn’t matter that, all our kisses, before they age, will be washed by the waves<br /><br />And right by the edge of the seashore we would generously give old pieces of our being,<br />Those which were so small, but casting a shadow big enough to resemble our palace.<div><br /></div><div>The salvation of soul is a very big thing...</div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746710351727265652.post-88301284565457951772010-07-10T18:46:00.009+02:002010-07-10T19:17:51.235+02:00A Rembetiko of 1952 (scene from "The Minor of Dawn")<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2XHic7WVrmc/TDipAWOtW-I/AAAAAAAABU4/z4o08ECmopk/s1600/O.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 58px; height: 58px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2XHic7WVrmc/TDipAWOtW-I/AAAAAAAABU4/z4o08ECmopk/s400/O.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492325569010686946" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2XHic7WVrmc/TDiobbHwPYI/AAAAAAAABUw/-rpKH9WbWOY/s1600/N.jpg"></a><div style="text-align: justify;">k, it's late in the afternoon and the Athenean heat a world of pain for all, however the air breeze that climbs up to my 5th floor and the quite urban view of my window made me listen again to a song that was certainly written on a winter night.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">You 'll never get to understand its song beuty unless you sing it. I know its hard but give it a try. Picture yourself on a Greek island, on some mountainous village (those with the white houses all over) having a drink sitting outside at a warm night and few tables far from you, a couple of guys with their instruments start playing.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Oh, man. I need holidays.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><object width="400" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tuq1I-cfn_8&hl=el_GR&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tuq1I-cfn_8&hl=el_GR&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="350"></embed></object></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Your tired footsteps</b><i> [Το κουρασμένο βήμα σου]</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>lyrics: Kostas Virvos</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>music: M. Bakalis (1952)</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Here is a scene of an 80's TV series named <b>"The minor of dawn"</b> which was dedicated to rembetiko music. The lyrics in English are given as subtitiles. This specific song was written few years after rembetiko supposingly seased to be. Its form is such, however the presence of a 4-string bouzouki along with other characteristics of its structure places it a bit towards the form of music that followed rembetiko: Laiko (=people's music). We will have the chance to talk about that genre several times since it spreads in almost 4 decades (1950s-60s-70s-80s) and it can't be overlooked.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">...What was I saying? Ah, yeap, that I need holidays. That has to wait a bit...</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746710351727265652.post-31173343728442399672010-06-27T17:11:00.010+02:002010-06-29T19:55:03.054+02:00The Match is About to Start! (Loukianos Kilaidonis, 1979)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2XHic7WVrmc/TCeqgukJfbI/AAAAAAAABUo/HbWlIrob1x0/s1600/W.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 69px; height: 63px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2XHic7WVrmc/TCeqgukJfbI/AAAAAAAABUo/HbWlIrob1x0/s400/W.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487542150206422450" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">ith the excitement for the world cup on its high-up, although Greeks are already home, I remembered that song by Loukianos Kilaidonis that goes back to 1982 (a year before <a href="http://skipthegreek.blogspot.com/2009/12/party-like-parties-should-look-like-in.html">the party</a>) that makes fun in a really nice way of how people get crazy about football. It's strange that even today, 28 years later, some still sing it without understanding its sarcasm. A good quality studio version is followed by a live concert (Lycabettus, 1982) by the architect that worked as such for just a day and then he went to be a sailor long before he ends up as a musician to perform silly American melodies with sophisticated Greek lyrics.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><object width="400" height="25"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CS0XwyFIaRU&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CS0XwyFIaRU&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"></embed></object></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><object width="400" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QT3TZgH0D7Q&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QT3TZgH0D7Q&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="350"></embed></object></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>The match is about to start</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>music, lyrics: Loukianos Kilaidonis</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The match is starting</div><div style="text-align: justify;">the roads are empty</div><div style="text-align: justify;">it is about time</div><div style="text-align: justify;">the match to start</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The match is starting</div><div style="text-align: justify;">the city is deserted</div><div style="text-align: justify;">hurry up folks</div><div style="text-align: justify;">the match is about to start</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Oh, how much I fancy</div><div style="text-align: justify;">watching team scarfs all around</div><div style="text-align: justify;">watching flags</div><div style="text-align: justify;">and scoring goals</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Oh, how much puts us together</div><div style="text-align: justify;">and how thrilling it is</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Diakogiannis'* voice</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The match is starting</div><div style="text-align: justify;">get off my back now</div><div style="text-align: justify;">it is about time</div><div style="text-align: justify;">for the match to start</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The match is starting</div><div style="text-align: justify;">everyone stays still</div><div style="text-align: justify;">silence please, </div><div style="text-align: justify;">the match is about to start</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify; ">Oh, how much I fancy</div><div style="text-align: justify; ">watching team scarfs all around</div><div style="text-align: justify; ">watching flags</div><div style="text-align: justify; ">and scoring goals</div><div style="text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; ">Oh, how much puts us together</div><div style="text-align: justify; ">and how thrilling it is</div><div style="text-align: justify; ">Diakogiannis'* voice</div><div style="text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; ">And whoever knows</div><div style="text-align: justify; ">what are all these about</div><div style="text-align: justify; ">he should explain to me</div><div style="text-align: justify; ">only when the match is over.</div><div style="text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">*</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Giannis Diakogiannis: Retired Greek Sportcaster (a good one)</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><img src="http://books.gigaimg.com/avaxhome/avaxhome/2007-11-18/luckyluke3100qh5_581.jpg" /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Loukianos Kilaidonis has</span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> definately been the "Lucky Luke" of Greek music. At least he feels so, ending up another of his songs with the last page famous line to Luke's beloved horse: "Let's go Dolly..."</span></i></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746710351727265652.post-84028969267032062272010-06-10T21:49:00.012+02:002010-06-10T23:43:22.844+02:00For Someone Out There is Already Too Late (Mikis Theodorakis & Manos Eleftheriou, 1974)<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2XHic7WVrmc/TBFFwNgxXzI/AAAAAAAABT0/xL8MVopcANg/s1600/eleftheriou.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2XHic7WVrmc/TBFFwNgxXzI/AAAAAAAABT0/xL8MVopcANg/s400/eleftheriou.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481238916049755954" /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Manos Eleftheriou</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></i></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2XHic7WVrmc/TBFFwNgxXzI/AAAAAAAABT0/xL8MVopcANg/s1600/eleftheriou.jpg"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2XHic7WVrmc/TBFFD6PH3pI/AAAAAAAABTs/5Z2iLCNhGWw/s1600/T.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 52px; height: 54px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2XHic7WVrmc/TBFFD6PH3pI/AAAAAAAABTs/5Z2iLCNhGWw/s400/T.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481238154961215122" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">he lack of time won't win again over this magnificent song. Mikis Theodorakis -beign along with Manos Hadjidakis the most important composers of modern Greece- dresses up with music the lyrics of Manos Eleftheriou and Maria Farantouri is there to sing.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">What a meeting. One time thing. For more about Mikis Theodorakis and that specific period these songs were written, there is a great article you can read <a href="http://www.overgrownpath.com/2007/02/songs-of-freedom-by-mikis-theodorakis.html">here</a> that describes some things in chronological order in a nice musical point of view.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><object width="400" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_NOLYeNJF8I&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_NOLYeNJF8I&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="350"></embed></object></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>Who, my life</b></div><div><i>music: Mikis Theodorakis</i></div><div><i>lyrics: Manos Eleftheriou</i></div><div><i>sings: Maria Farantouri</i></div><div><br /></div><div><div>Who, my life, who is hunting it down</div><div>to single it out in the middle of the night</div><div>squealing & screaming the trucks go by </div><div>like a fish they've captured me in the net</div><div><br /></div><div>For someone out there it's already too late</div><div>who, my life, who is hunting it down?</div><div><br /></div><div>Who, for my life, who is in ambush for it</div><div>in this world's narrow alleys who is targeting it</div><div>where is the one who knows to speak, who knows how to believe</div><div><br /></div><div>For someone out there it's already too late</div><div>who, my life, who is hunting it down?</div></div></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2XHic7WVrmc/TBFIl8y7lmI/AAAAAAAABT8/wAUOIFuJhr4/s400/400_mikis_medium.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481242038298711650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><i>Mikis Theodorakis</i></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746710351727265652.post-61159140963406489662010-05-26T18:42:00.011+02:002010-05-26T19:03:00.560+02:00The KKK Took My Baby Away (Ramones in 1981 and Burger Project Today)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2XHic7WVrmc/S_1TLU7T6VI/AAAAAAAABTQ/VtIwebw20SE/s1600/theburgerproject.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2XHic7WVrmc/S_1TLU7T6VI/AAAAAAAABTQ/VtIwebw20SE/s400/theburgerproject.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475624176013535570" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Burger Project new album cover "We live in Athens"</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2XHic7WVrmc/S_1SBRmZCLI/AAAAAAAABTI/ohRGbszG1X4/s1600/W.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 69px; height: 63px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2XHic7WVrmc/S_1SBRmZCLI/AAAAAAAABTI/ohRGbszG1X4/s400/W.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475622903810164914" /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;">hen <b>Ramones</b> released their 6th album in 1981 had no idea that a Greek band (named <b>Burger Project</b>)<b> </b>would be interested in performing one of their songs that way. Neither the Greek band had any idea that they will ever be famous when they uploaded that performance (they were playing at someone's wedding party). Life can be funny, don't you think? You think.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Ramones first:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><object width="400" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WxryfDeREvg&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WxryfDeREvg&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="350"></embed></object></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">and the <b>Burger Project</b> follow:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><object width="400" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FQso8734_Vc&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FQso8734_Vc&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="350"></embed></object></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">More about those guys in future posts. Although I think that you will do the search yourself anyway, especially if you are not so big Ramones fans (I am not).</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746710351727265652.post-35664239980883624982010-05-12T18:15:00.014+02:002012-03-16T18:09:28.515+01:00What is to me the drop (M.Hadjidakis singing Nikos Gatsos, 1972)<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2XHic7WVrmc/S-sM6cVE4BI/AAAAAAAABRc/tPg_1RPzieA/s1600/terg_gkatsos_2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2XHic7WVrmc/S-sM6cVE4BI/AAAAAAAABRc/tPg_1RPzieA/s400/terg_gkatsos_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470480370548138002" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Nikos Gatsos</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></i></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2XHic7WVrmc/S-rWkA3kDSI/AAAAAAAABRM/pufNI7ehAZo/s1600/W.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2XHic7WVrmc/S-rWkA3kDSI/AAAAAAAABRM/pufNI7ehAZo/s400/W.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470420611591572770" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 69px; height: 63px; " /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i>hat does it matter, the drop that shines on your forehead?</i></span></i></span></i></div><i>I know the thunder wrote its name on your lips<br />I know an eagle built its eyrie in your eyes<br />but here on this marshy bank there is one road only<br />only one treacherous road and you must cross it<br />you must soak in blood before time catches up with you<br />and you must cross to the other side to see your companions again<br />flowers birds deer<br />to find another sea another kindness...</i><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Poetry by <i><b>Nikos Gatsos</b></i>, a part of the epic poem "<i><b>Amorgos</b></i>". Amorgos is one of the most beautiful islands in Greece with a strange mysterious landscape that captivates every visitor's mind. I guess this simplicity in sight along with the rich in sentiments land was what inspired Nikos Gatsos to write a huge surreal poem fundamentally mirroring the Greek culture and give it the island's name. <i><b>Manos Hadjidakis</b></i> composed music for this and sung it himself in 1972. This recording was only released 3 years ago.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><iframe width="420" height="75" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iHgocMoukOE?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><b>What is to me the drop </b>[Τι να μου κάνει η σταλαγματιά]</div><div>poem: <i>Nikos Gatsos</i></div><div>music: <i>Manos Hadjidakis</i></div><div>vocals: <i>Manos Hadjidakis</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Little before we announce the Manos Hadjidakis week "over" do remember previous posts with:</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>1. <a href="http://skipthegreek.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-clouds-come-manos-hadjidakis-1965.html">The stunning composition "When the clouds come", 1965</a></div><div>2. <a href="http://skipthegreek.blogspot.com/2009/12/kemal-manos-hadjidakis-1969-1993.html">Manos and the New York Rock and Roll Ensemble performing again Nikos Gatsos' </a><i><a href="http://skipthegreek.blogspot.com/2009/12/kemal-manos-hadjidakis-1969-1993.html">Kemal, 1969</a></i></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2XHic7WVrmc/S-rYdKJb6-I/AAAAAAAABRU/EsjqdtTVlao/s1600/amorgosgatsos.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2XHic7WVrmc/S-rYdKJb6-I/AAAAAAAABRU/EsjqdtTVlao/s400/amorgosgatsos.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470422692846627810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">"Amorgos" album cover</span></i></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746710351727265652.post-62305396663514231212010-05-03T14:52:00.010+02:002010-05-13T16:38:36.722+02:00When The Clouds Come (Manos Hadjidakis, 1965)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2XHic7WVrmc/S97MCErRI8I/AAAAAAAABQ8/wOT-j8EiJ7M/s1600/R-1005279-1183131045.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 355px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2XHic7WVrmc/S97MCErRI8I/AAAAAAAABQ8/wOT-j8EiJ7M/s400/R-1005279-1183131045.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467031333661385666" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2XHic7WVrmc/S97IItQfOTI/AAAAAAAABQ0/q3L5HW5EHAY/s1600/W.jpg"><img style="text-align: justify;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 69px; height: 63px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2XHic7WVrmc/S97IItQfOTI/AAAAAAAABQ0/q3L5HW5EHAY/s400/W.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467027049587620146" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">hat did he know? Manos Hadjidakis certainly didn't know that these would happen today. I read the <b>IMF</b> (International Monetary Fund) & <b>ECT</b> (European Central Bank) <b>measures for Greece</b>. I know -as a 25 year old - that my grandchildren will still be paying back these loans. And I know how bad it feels to let others intrude and decide yours, your children's and grand-children's fate while I do not want to drive any sort of optimism at paying back someone that uses a whole country as a business. And I now realize how perfectly this song describes how it is <i>When the clouds come.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i><b><br /></b></i></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><i><b><object width="400" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gsX_FnBgbvw&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gsX_FnBgbvw&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="350"></embed></object></b></i></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i><b><br /></b></i></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i><b>When the Clouds come</b></i></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>album: Gioconda's Smile</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>composed by Manos Hadjidakis</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>New York, 1965</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The song is the first song of the <b>most legendary musical piece of art</b> a Greek ever made. The first drum is the calling voice, the repeated melodies the clouds themselves and the mandolin that follows, the smile that sets us free.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Often played in Athens' metro. And the music runs into us as a subway train getting closer to elegant sentiments deep inside, releasing them in the air, unlocking their existence. And in a 3 minutes time clouds come and pass by; I hope again. Magnificent.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746710351727265652.post-1380234914121832792010-04-17T20:14:00.008+02:002010-04-20T00:34:52.599+02:00That day won't be late (Manos Loizos, 1980)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2XHic7WVrmc/S8oARhESCVI/AAAAAAAABQs/jJ0m107LDTU/s1600/getImage.do.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 211px; height: 350px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2XHic7WVrmc/S8oARhESCVI/AAAAAAAABQs/jJ0m107LDTU/s400/getImage.do.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461177799074253138" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><i>Manos Loizos</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2XHic7WVrmc/S8n_oB8DnpI/AAAAAAAABQk/dri3SkjuWIw/s1600/O.jpg"><img style="text-align: center;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 58px; height: 58px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2XHic7WVrmc/S8n_oB8DnpI/AAAAAAAABQk/dri3SkjuWIw/s400/O.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461177086343618194" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">riginaly from Cyprus, born in 1937 Alexandria, Egypt, lived in Greece and died young in Moscow in 1982, Manos Loizos was a diamond of Greek music <a href="http://skipthegreek.blogspot.com/search/label/Manos%20Loizos">[see also previous post for another of his songs]</a>. His songs are simple and beautiful. His political action (with the Greek Communist Party) especially the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greek_military_junta_of_1967%E2%80%931974">7 years of dictatorship (1967-73)</a> put him to a lot of trouble but he always remained a low profile musician and people loved his songs. There is a presence of elegance along with simplicity at all his works and this make them seem easy listening. However, there is a fight of a whole generation engrained in them. With a strong political view as well as with emotions. In the next one? Hope.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><object width="400" height="25"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/39TOQlWQeF8&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/39TOQlWQeF8&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"></embed></object></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>That day won't be late</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">lyrics: Fontas Ladis</div><div style="text-align: justify;">music: <a href="http://skipthegreek.blogspot.com/search/label/Manos%20Loizos">Manos Loizos</a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">vocals: <a href="http://skipthegreek.blogspot.com/search/label/Manos%20Loizos">Manos Loizos</a> & <a href="http://skipthegreek.blogspot.com/search/label/Dimitra%20Galani">Dimitra Galani</a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;">That day won't be late</div><div style="text-align: justify;">when I'll see you again in front of me.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The sunlight will be broken</div><div style="text-align: justify;">and you will be running towards me.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Your forehead will be spreading</div><div style="text-align: justify;">golden rain in the sky</div><div style="text-align: justify;">and your nice face</div><div style="text-align: justify;">will be paler than the moon.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And when our heatrs will become one</div><div style="text-align: justify;">everything will be shinning differently</div><div style="text-align: justify;">and the whole old world </div><div style="text-align: justify;">will be vanished in our shades.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">That day won't be late,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">my hunted bird,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">the West once took you away,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">the East is bringing you back. </div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746710351727265652.post-32543231845039976602010-04-04T02:30:00.013+02:002010-04-04T22:12:19.362+02:00Candles (Konstantinos P. Kavafis, 1899)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2XHic7WVrmc/S7fxyGEXEwI/AAAAAAAABQc/8o8sRbuf7C4/s1600/h01_22861691.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2XHic7WVrmc/S7fxyGEXEwI/AAAAAAAABQc/8o8sRbuf7C4/s400/h01_22861691.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456095316507300610" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i>A Christian worshiper holds a candle inside the Church of the Holy Sepulcher during a Good Friday procession in Jerusalem's Old City.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i>April 2, 2010. (REUTERS/Baz Ratner)</i></span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2XHic7WVrmc/S7fxyGEXEwI/AAAAAAAABQc/8o8sRbuf7C4/s1600/h01_22861691.jpg"></a><blockquote><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Κεριά</span></b></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br />Του μέλλοντος οι μέρες στέκοντ' εμπροστά μας<br />σα μιά σειρά κεράκια αναμένα -<br />χρυσά, ζεστά, και ζωηρά κεράκια.<br />Οι περασμένες μέρες πίσω μένουν,<br />μια θλιβερή γραμμή κεριών σβησμένων·<br />τα πιο κοντά βγάζουν καπνόν ακόμη,<br />κρύα κεριά, λιωμένα, και κυρτά.<br />Δεν θέλω να τα βλέπω· με λυπεί η μορφή των,<br />και με λυπεί το πρώτο φως των να θυμούμαι.<br />Εμπρός κυττάζω τ' αναμένα μου κεριά.<br />Δεν θέλω να γυρίσω να μη διω και φρίξω<br />τι γρήγορα που η σκοτεινή γραμμή μακραίνει,<br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">τι γρήγορα που τα σβυστά κεριά πληθαίνουν. </span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i><div style="text-align: right; display: inline !important; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></i></span></div></i></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i><div style="text-align: right; display: inline !important; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Κωνσταντίνος Π. Καβάφης </span></i></span></div></i></span></i></span></div></i></div><div></div></blockquote><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><b><br /></b></i></div><div><b>Candles</b></div><div><br /></div><i>Days to come stand in front of us,<br />like a row of burning candles -<br />golden, warm, and vivid candles.<br />Days past fall behind us,<br />a gloomy line of burnt-out candles;<br />the nearest are still smoking,<br />cold, melted, and bent.<br />I don't want to look at them: their shape saddens me,<br />and it saddens me to remember their original light.<br />I look ahead at my burning candles.<br />I don't want to turn, don't want to see, terrified,<br />how quickly that dark line gets longer,<br />how quickly one more dead candle joins another.<br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><br /></span></div></i><div style="text-align: right;">Konstantinos P. Kavafis, 1899</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A beautiful poem by Konstantinos P. Kavafis (<a href="http://cavafis.compupress.gr/bio2.htm">bio here</a>). Remember the one for<a href="http://skipthegreek.blogspot.com/2010/03/city-kostantinos-kavafis.html"> </a><i><a href="http://skipthegreek.blogspot.com/2010/03/city-kostantinos-kavafis.html">the city</a> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">that he also wrote</span>. </i>Very important guy.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i></i>Happy Easter and greets from a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ioannina">small Balkan city</a> that is at its best this time of the year... When back to base, a very special song is coming.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><img src="http://cavafis.compupress.gr/dec_big.gif" alt="[BAR]" /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746710351727265652.post-7651141597383747602010-03-30T03:16:00.009+02:002010-03-30T04:16:44.165+02:00Fssst... Boing! (A twisted Shake, 1963)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2XHic7WVrmc/S7Fc3ct2A6I/AAAAAAAABQM/FwsFc1V-sXk/s1600/kati-na-kaiei.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2XHic7WVrmc/S7Fc3ct2A6I/AAAAAAAABQM/FwsFc1V-sXk/s400/kati-na-kaiei.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454242731393418146" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2XHic7WVrmc/S7FcwcDwdZI/AAAAAAAABQE/MvQqqTPhLQE/s1600/G.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 60px; height: 58px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2XHic7WVrmc/S7FcwcDwdZI/AAAAAAAABQE/MvQqqTPhLQE/s400/G.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454242610957809042" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">reek movies of 50s, 60s & 70s are the best mirrors for the modern Greek culture. The fiery social changes that were taking part in the US and the rest of Europe could neither spread in Greece as well nor stay away either. The result? A beautiful mess. Greece was definitely not mature for social changes but somehow should adopt the trends that come along. There is the tricky part...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Anyway, today I am going straight to the main dish. A song written by Mimis Plessas, performed by unknown people and sang by the famous actor of the time Kostas Voutsas at the movie "Something to burn" (1963). Ntinos Iliopoulos was one of the greatest comedians of these years and that's why the videos that follow do not need subtitles to laugh (& the movie made a ticket record when it was released). At the first he is trying to dance to impress the girl and the band make fun of him...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><object width="400" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cq9Hw9zDgxA&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cq9Hw9zDgxA&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="355"></embed></object></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">... and at the second they visit him at his office saying "Last time, we were missing one, check this one!"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><object width="400" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9C-ralldQ54&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9C-ralldQ54&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="355"></embed></object></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Amazing actors, times and innocence.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746710351727265652.post-6483503781431656342010-03-19T17:28:00.021+01:002010-03-30T15:37:05.440+02:00Mid-War Athens (Sofia Vembo & Imam Baildi, 1939 & 2007)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2XHic7WVrmc/S6O3HLumndI/AAAAAAAABP0/xRVDrZBC8gY/s1600-h/%CE%B9%CE%BC%CE%B1%CE%BC.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 356px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2XHic7WVrmc/S6O3HLumndI/AAAAAAAABP0/xRVDrZBC8gY/s400/%CE%B9%CE%BC%CE%B1%CE%BC.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450401308083658194" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2XHic7WVrmc/S6OygTC1YeI/AAAAAAAABPs/aZRM9xeYuq4/s1600-h/%CE%B9%CE%BC%CE%B1%CE%BC.jpg"></a><span><span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">imam baildi</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2XHic7WVrmc/S6OyaeGILQI/AAAAAAAABPk/DyRZ50SjsoE/s1600-h/A.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 57px; height: 54px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2XHic7WVrmc/S6OyaeGILQI/AAAAAAAABPk/DyRZ50SjsoE/s400/A.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450396141873540354" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">thens has not always been a stressful ugly capital of 5 million scarily stolid people. There were nice times that the city had been a truly beautiful and peaceful city. Seriously. It's hard for me to believe too, but it's true. Just take a look to some before-after pictures (everybody likes before-after pictures..):</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2XHic7WVrmc/S6OuBe3YniI/AAAAAAAABPE/NFIeV7meaSU/s400/omonoia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450391314536898082" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px; " /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Omonoia Sqr.(1920s?)</span></i></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span></i></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2XHic7WVrmc/S6OuFeUNKdI/AAAAAAAABPM/_IaX6Cgr-Uo/s400/omonia1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450391383108823506" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 232px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Omonoia Sqr. (2007)</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2XHic7WVrmc/S6Ouxj6AWiI/AAAAAAAABPU/8dP0DR8i7N8/s400/panorama2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450392140523788834" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 256px; " /></span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><i>Lycabettus picture from Acropolis, then</i></span></span></span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2XHic7WVrmc/S6OvArGMlUI/AAAAAAAABPc/34aTljmdki0/s400/%CF%80%CE%B1%CE%BD%CE%BF%CF%81%CE%B1%CE%BC%CE%B1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450392400152008002" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /></span></span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:x-small;"><i>Lycabettus picture from Acropolis, now</i></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Ok, back to the dark reality. All these nice buildings were torn down, all tram-lines were removed in order to sell our allies cars to buy their protection and there we are stuck in the traffic in an ugly city. Take it or leave it, you might say. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Only thing's left from that period is music. A romantic urban music strangely influenced from our European friends, since Greece never experienced a serious urbanization or industrialization since that time. Anyway, the combination was nice, it worked, people liked it, musicians too (not the <a href="http://skipthegreek.blogspot.com/search/label/Rembetiko">rembetiko</a> ones of course - but we are anyway talking about a totally different class) and beautiful songs were written for love, wine, and having fun.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><b><i>The song</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Today, two versions of the same song are presented: 1. The original one written by </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Giannides, Spyropoulos</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> & </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Papadoukas</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> in 1939 and performed by the great</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></i><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sofia_Vembo"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Sofia Vembo</span></i></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">. 2. A remake of the modern Greek band </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Imam Baildi</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I am sure the pics and the songs will give you a really good example of how the city has changed. Still lyrical, but mostly in a nostalgic tone and the decades added a rhythm too. You can dance with it's sterilized beat, or dream with its melody parts. It's your call.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><object width="400" height="25"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w_Y_1qNwqhc&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w_Y_1qNwqhc&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"></embed></object></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">How Sorry I am </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">(Original Version)</span></i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">music: K. Giannakides</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">lyrics: Vasilis Spyropoulos</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><div style="text-align: justify; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Remake: Imam Baildi</span></i></div></span></i></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><i><object width="400" height="25"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/boGbyJNj7uM&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/boGbyJNj7uM&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"></embed></object></i></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><i><br /></i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><div style="text-align: justify; "><i><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I have met so many loves, and I loved and I broke up</span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">but wherever I was, It was you I was looking for</span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">In all my thousands of dreams, my lips were looking for yours</span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">and my soul as well as my secret passions</span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">How sorry I am, for all there years that we lost</span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">before I meet you, the one I have waited so long.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">and how afraid I am that one day I might lose you</span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">because I would never forget you...</span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Stand by me, my sweetest love</span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I still want to tell you...</span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><div style="text-align: justify; "><i><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">How sorry I am, for all there years that we lost</span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">before I meet you, the one I have waited so long.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">and how afraid I am that one day I might lose you</span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">because I would never forget you...</span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">- <a href="http://skipthegreek.blogspot.com/search/label/Rembetiko">Remember the other music genre that was very vibrant between the World Wars, Rembetiko.</a></span></div></i></div></span></i></span></div></i></div></span></i></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746710351727265652.post-3179664246473777552010-03-17T00:35:00.006+01:002010-03-17T01:00:44.138+01:00The Shipwrecks (Miltos Sachtouris)<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; line-height: 18px; font-family:georgia;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdEk03nSQQaw9p0p_c77FsN-eRI4Ge8GLn-pYZmduVdPaR-xFAHdtYYb71PLqfrGEIoBg2any-6LUVLf84iPmoNdUZLSnueU_1BsSTLCwA0XtSgNFPeyEoMx6M7zXTR1eq1SUXt8FV7tg/s320/%CE%A3%CE%91%CE%A7%CE%A4%CE%9F%CE%A5%CE%A1%CE%97%CE%A3.jpg" /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; line-height: 18px; font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2XHic7WVrmc/S6AbWyYBQrI/AAAAAAAABO8/0YlKf5E0vzI/s1600-h/E.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2XHic7WVrmc/S6AbWyYBQrI/AAAAAAAABO8/0YlKf5E0vzI/s400/E.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449385627411890866" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 53px; height: 55px; " /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">arthquakes in Haiti & in Chile. On all cases the Greek media were trying to make sure that no Greek was hurt, despite the incredible losses of human lives and the massive destruction in both areas. If all Greeks are ok, then there's no problem. Humanity can go further. How hypocrites can we be? How self-involved? Well, there is an answer. It's a poem, by the great </span><a href="http://greece.poetryinternationalweb.org/piw_cms/cms/cms_module/index.php?obj_id=2457&x=1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Miltos Sachtouris</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><b>Τα ναυάγια</b></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; font-family:georgia;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Μακριά στον ορίζοντα γίνεται</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ένα ναυάγιο,είναι πολύ μακριά</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">και δε γνωρίζουμε τους πνιγμένους,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">τους φίλους και τους συγγενείς που</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">τους θρηνούν.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Αλλά κι εδώ κοντά γίνεται ένα άλλο</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ναυάγιο,κι αλίμονο,ξέρουμε</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">τους πνιγμένους,καθώς και τους</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">φίλους και τους συγγενείς που τους θρηνούν.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Μ.Σαχτούρης</span></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The Shipwrecks</span></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Far beyond the skyline</span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">there is a shipwreck, really far</span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">and we neither know those that drowned</span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">nor their friends and families</span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">who weep.</span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">But also here, nearby, there is another</span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">shipwreck, and, alack, we do know</span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">the drowned, as well as their</span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">friends and families who weep.</span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">M. Sachtouris</span></i></span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746710351727265652.post-53131349122831218612010-03-16T02:53:00.008+01:002010-03-17T13:38:03.647+01:00El Hombre Solo (Diafana Krina, 2003)<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbgdtzEROt86b8d8V0JnpbCmgkM5gMUKUVInx2jxvr0D0KEbkcZNFaEe8_Iwkh-EaiNY6CBauP6fSVjU2ZOFhWkeHd_xatZL2P1yumLr-g7z61I1-iVIc7O1q6HLV0yeU2sf5m7ube5KE/s320/DIAFANA+KRINA+-+EGINE+I+APOLIA+SYNI8IA+MAS+A.jpg" /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2XHic7WVrmc/S57n8vBYfDI/AAAAAAAABOs/oj90R_xOjRI/s1600-h/D.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 58px; height: 58px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2XHic7WVrmc/S57n8vBYfDI/AAAAAAAABOs/oj90R_xOjRI/s400/D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449047629765311538" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">iafana Krina (Διάφανα Κρίνα = transparent lilies) had been the tip of the iceberg we used to call <i>Greek Rock</i> during late nighties and early 00s. Deeply lyrical, instrumentation that reached perfection and that mystery floating over the band was a greatly tempting combination. Thanos Anestopoulos with his exquisitely deep voice sung lyrics inspired from the <i>poetes maudites </i>and the band switched many times to different playing styles experimenting with new instruments and forms. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">Their 3 first albums (Έγινε η απώλεια συνήθειά μας - Loss became our habit, 1996, Κάτι σαράβαλες καρδιές - Some Wrecked Hearts, 1998 & Ευωδιάζουν αγριοκέρασα οι σιωπές - The silence smells like wildcherries, 2000) are all masterpieces. The first one put the band on the map and it still contains their most recognizable songs. It was clearly depressing, purely rock and a totally different point of view in 1996. The second one was the most introvert one. Today, 12 years later, I still listen to new stuff in it. The 3rd was their most mature album. Guitars are on fire, great new songs are released and a strange balance between new sounds and old forms was achieved. Since then, an other 4 albums have been released but, in my opinion that was it.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A bright moment of their 4th album "Whatever's left of happiness" is today's song: El Hombe Solo (The lonely man). It is about a man that loved the world so much but ended up being alone. Really alone.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><object width="400" height="25"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZSmGJdiFQlE&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZSmGJdiFQlE&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"></embed></object></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>El Hombre Solo</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>Diafana Krina</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>He knew it would happen one day<br />that crack he used to carry<br />-boiling wound, bleeding silence-<br />would shatter him forever through and through<br /><br />He shook the dust off him<br />and speechless moved on through the chilled wind<br />the kids behind Gazi swore at him<br />and someone poured water on him from a balcony<br /><br />And dogs stared with tears in their eyes<br />him disappearing in the night's bottom<br />like someone who never existed<br />he who loved the world so much.<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2XHic7WVrmc/S57uFuDxZsI/AAAAAAAABO0/qCkgyRr-N3E/s400/diafana-livealive-pictures-22net.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449054381195486914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>Remember the <a href="http://skipthegreek.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-nowhere-you-can-fit.html">other famous Greek Rock band</a>, and <a href="http://skipthegreek.blogspot.com/2009/11/pavlos-sidiropoulos-babis-o-flou.html">the father of all Greek Rock bands</a>.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746710351727265652.post-79966879623654277132010-03-11T23:44:00.014+01:002011-09-16T10:21:11.838+02:00The City (Konstantinos P. Kavafis)<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nd9zkqo-VNc/TnMGuLTCzHI/AAAAAAAABfw/QfqSCI73nRs/s1600/%25CE%259A%25CE%2591%25CE%2592%25CE%2591%25CE%25A6%25CE%2597%25CE%25A3%2B12740s.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nd9zkqo-VNc/TnMGuLTCzHI/AAAAAAAABfw/QfqSCI73nRs/s400/%25CE%259A%25CE%2591%25CE%2592%25CE%2591%25CE%25A6%25CE%2597%25CE%25A3%2B12740s.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652869347656518770" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Kostantinos P. Kavafis at a 1983 postage stamp</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"><em style="font-family: 'lucida sans', 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; ">Είπες· «Θα πάγω σ' άλλη γή, θα πάγω σ' άλλη θάλασσα,<br />Μια πόλις άλλη θα βρεθεί καλλίτερη από αυτή.<br />Κάθε προσπάθεια μου μια καταδίκη είναι γραφτή·<br />κ' είν' η καρδιά μου - σαν νεκρός - θαμένη.<br />Ο νους μου ως πότε μες στον μαρασμό αυτόν θα μένει.<br />Οπου το μάτι μου γυρίσω, όπου κι αν δω<br />ερείπια μαύρα της ζωής μου βλέπω εδώ,<br />που τόσα χρόνια πέρασα και ρήμαξα και χάλασα».<br /><br />Καινούριους τόπους δεν θα βρεις, δεν θάβρεις άλλες θάλασσες.<br />Η πόλις θα σε ακολουθεί. Στους δρόμους θα γυρνάς<br />τους ίδιους. Και στες γειτονιές τες ίδιες θα γερνάς·<br />και μες στα ίδια σπίτια αυτά θ' ασπρίζεις.<br />Πάντα στην πόλη αυτή θα φθάνεις. Για τα αλλού - μη ελπίζεις -<br />δεν έχει πλοίο για σε, δεν έχει οδό.<br />Ετσι που τη ζωή σου ρήμαξες εδώ<br />στην κώχη τούτη την μικρή, σ' όλην την γή την χάλασες.<br /><br />Κωνσταντίνος Π. Καβάφης (1910)<br /><br />----------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br /></em></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida sans', 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:11px;"><i><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">You said; "I will go to another land, I will go to another sea.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Another city will be found, better than this one.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Every effort of mine is condemned by fate;</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">and my heart is -- like a corpse -- buried.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">How long in this wasteland will my mind remain.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Wherever I turn my eyes, wherever I may look</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I see the black ruins of my life here,</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">where I spent so many years, and ruined and wasted."</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">New lands you will not find, you will not find other seas.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The city will follow you. You will roam the same</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">streets. And you will age in the same neighborhoods;</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">in these same houses you will grow gray.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Always you will arrive in this city. To another land -- do not hope --</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">there is no ship for you, there is no road.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">As you have ruined your life here</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">in this little corner, </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">you've wrecked it now the whole world through.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></span></div></i></span></span></div><i><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i>Konstantinos P. Kavafis, 1910.</i></span></div></i><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">PS. Almost a month now, we have been trying to avoid the hard work that is needed for a song to be posted by giving quotes and... now a poem. To me, these might be even more precious than any song, but the main theme of the blog remains music. So stay tuned, since great ones are about to come soon!</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0