14/7/2014

Tom Jones: She's A Lady

Como comentábamos hace unos años sobre Tom Jones, pocos son los artistas que han sabido resistir el paso de las décadas manteniendo su autenticidad. Una voz poderosa y única, a la vez que una personalidad llena de carisma y fuerza. Como dijo una vez, es un rockero con el alma de rythm and blues abierto a todos los estilos.

Muchos son los premios y honores que lo avalan, pero sobre todo muchos son los agradecimientos que le debemos por seguir haciéndonos disfrutar con su música; bien en nuestro reproductor de música, bien en nuestro ordenador con alguno de sus videoclips, disfrutando de uno de sus éxitos de comienzos de los años 70, "She's A Lady", o bien en directo este mismo año 2014 en concierto por España. 

Letra
Well she's all you'd ever want,
She's the kind they'd like to flaunt and take to dinner.
Well she always knows her place.
She's got style, she's got grace, She's a winner.
She's a Lady. Whoa whoa whoa, She's a Lady.
Talkin' about that little lady, and the lady is mine.
Well she's never in the way
Something always nice to say, Oh what a blessing.
I can leave her on her own
Knowing she's okay alone, and there's no messing.
She's a lady. Whoa, whoa, whoa. She's a lady.
Talkin' about that little lady, and the lady is mine.
Well she never asks for very much and I don't refuse her.
Always treat her with respect, I never would abuse her.
What she's got is hard to find, and I don't want to lose her
Help me build a mountain from my little pile of clay. Hey, hey, hey.
Well she knows what I'm about,
She can take what I dish out, and that's not easy,
Well she knows me through and through,
She knows just what to do, and how to please me.
She's a lady. Whoa, whoa, whoa. She's a lady.
Talkin' about that little lady and the lady is mine.
Yeah yeah yeah She's a Lady
Listen to me baby, She's a Lady
Whoa whoa whoa, She's a Lady
And the Lady is mine
Yeah yeah yeah She's a Lady
Talkin about this little lady
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
Whoa and the lady is mine
Yeah yeah She's a Lady
And the Lady is mine.

6/6/2014

Albert Hammond: It Never Rains in Southern California

Productor, músico, compositor, intérprete ..., Albert Hammond es un grande de la música. Británico de nacimiento -gibraltareño- y con un doble corazón sensible que se balancea entre dos mundos; el anglosajón, donde ha compuesto para artistas como Whitney Houston, Aretha Franklin, Elton John o Tina Turner, y el hispano, con composiciones para artistas de la talla de Julio Iglesias.

En su faceta como solista nos ha deleitado con grandes canciones en español como "Espinita", "Ansiedad" o "Échame A Mi La Culpa". Pero sus éxitos han atravesado todos los meridianos terrestres desde que con apenas 24 años compusiese su primer gran éxito, "Little Arrows". Pop, country, RandB,... nada se le resiste a este hombre que ha vendido más de 360 millones de discos y cuenta con numerosos reconocimientos mundiales, entre ellos el figurar desde el año 2008 en el presitigioso Songwriters Hall Of Fame.

Son más de 40 años en activo y en plena forma, como así podremos verlo este 2014 en su cita en el Starlite de Marbella, donde nos deleitará con sus grandes composiciones, donde aparte de su faceta hispana, seguro habrá espacio para su faceta en inglés con temas inolvidables como "It Never Rains in Southern California", "The air that I breathe", "99 Miles from L.A", "When I need you", o "Nothing’s Gonna Stop Us Now".
Letra
Got on board a westbound 747
Didn't think before deciding what to do
Ooh, that talk of opportunities
TV breaks and movies
Rang true
Sure rang true
Seems it never rains in southern California
Seems I've often heard that kind of talk before
It never rains in California
But girl don't they warn ya
It pours, man it pours
Out of work, I'm out of my head
Out of self respect, I'm out of bread
I'm underloved, I'm underfed, I wanna go home
It never rains in California
But girl don't they warn ya
It pours, man it pours
[Instrumental Interlude]
Will you tell the folks back home I nearly made it
Had offers but didn't know which one to take
Please don't tell 'em how you found me
Don't tell 'em how you found me
Gimme a break, give me a break
Seems it never rains in southern California
Seems I've often heard that kind of talk before
It never rains in California
But girl don't they warn ya
It pours, man it pours

3/5/2014

Eagles: Hotel california

Hay canciones que forman parte de la historia de la música de nuestro tiempo, y sin lugar a duda el "Hotel california" de la banda americana Eagles es uno de ellos. La banda estaba formada por unos músicos virtuosos y de un talento exquisito, fusionando con maestría el country con el pop-rock, y con esta canción de mediados de los años 70 alcanzaron las más altas copas de ventas y popularidad. Son muchos los rumores y enigmáticas historias que purulan acerca de la letra de la canción, pero la realidad es simplemente la existencia de una de las más bellas canciones que podamos escuchar, y una guinda al grupo de mayor éxito de los años 70.

Cuenta con uno de los mejores solos de guitarra, y es considerada por la revista The Rolling Stone como una de las mejores 50 canciones de la historia, formando parte del Salon de la Fama del Rock and Roll desde el año 1998. Sólo queda disfrutar de esta actuación en directo, precisamente en el acto de entrada al salón de los grandes de la música. 

Letra
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
this could be heaven or this could be hell
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say...

Welcome to the hotel california
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the hotel california
Any time of year, you can find it here

Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget

So I called up the captain,
please bring me my wine
He said, we havent had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say...

Welcome to the hotel california
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
They livin it up at the hotel california
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis

Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said we are all just prisoners here, of our own device
And in the masters chambers,
They gathered for the feast
The stab it with their steely knives,
But they just cant kill the beast

Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
relax, said the night man,
We are programmed to receive.
You can checkout any time you like,
But you can never leave!

12/3/2014

The Doobie Brothers: What a fool believes

The Doobie Brothers formaron en los 70 una banda de rock que obtuvieron gran éxito comercial, sobre todo con la incorporación de Michael McDonald, que dió al pop-rock inicial de la banda, un estilo más elegante influenciado por el soul. Su fantástica voz recubierta de un alma soul, ofrecieron al grupo un arco iris musical más amplio; el sonido blue-eyed soul les venía como anillo al dedo. Surgieron canciones tan maravillosas como este "What a fool believes", compuesta por Michael Mcdonald y Kenny Loggins, y con la que obtuvieron varios Grammys. Estaba incluida en el álbum 'Minute by minute' de 1978, y permaneció durante varias semanas en lo más alto de las listas de ventas gracias a este sencillo que ya es todo un clásico.

Gran armonía vocal con un falsete escalofriante, una letra que te engancha, y una melodía envolvente que te atrapa desde el primer momento. Uno de esos momentos en que la música no tiene color y lo blanco se solapa con lo negro, universalizando uno de los lenguajes más bellos.




Letra

He came from somewhere back in her long ago
The sentimental fool dont see
Tryin hard to recreate
What had yet to be created once in her life

She musters a smile
For his nostalgic tale
Never coming near what he wanted to say
Only to realize
It never really was

She had a place in his life
He never made her think twice
As he rises to her apology
Anybody else would surely know
Hes watching her go

But what a fool believes he sees
No wise man has the power to reason away
What seems to be
Is always better than nothing
And nothing at all keeps sending him...

Somewhere back in her long ago
Where he can still believe theres a place in her life
Someday, somewhere, she will return

She had a place in his life
He never made her think twice
As he rises to her apology
Anybody else would surely know
Hes watching her go

But what a fool believes he sees
No wise man has the power to reason away
What seems to be
Is always better than nothing
Theres nothing at all
But what a fool believes he sees...

10/1/2014

Cherry Laine: Catch the cat

En pleno apogeo de la música disco, la jamaicana Cherry Laine puso a rugir en todas las pistas de baile su "Catch The Cat". En españa se convirtió también en todo un éxito, conviertiéndose en una de las canciones más solicitadas para escuchar. Su "Coge El Gato" es puro desenfreno rítmico de principio a fin, como asi lo podemos recordar en este videoclip de hace ya unos cuantos añitos.

Letra
Catch the cat she killed the budgie last night
She killed the grandma with fright
And so now nothing is right
Catch the cat she killed the budgie last night
She ran away in the night and now the world isn't right

Catch that man he ran away with the till
And now the manager's ill
And so his wife lost the pill
See her cry because she doesn't know why
Her only daughter is sly she kissed her future goodbye

The world's turnin' circles, the cat got away again
The world's filled with madness, the cat got away again
The world's like a madhouse, the cat got away again
And we all know the cat's to blame to blame
To blame, to blame, to blame,to blame,to blame,that's right

Catch the cat she killed the budgie last night
She's causing chaos and fright
And now the people ain't right
Catch that house before it falls to the ground
A shilling's more than a pound
A plane's a terrible sound
Everybody's going mad and crazy and insane
Holding shut their eyes and ears and always feeling pain
Pain, pain, pain, pain,that's right...