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Klezmatics, Wonder Wheel (2008)

Tra le tante cose che il grande Woody Guthrie ha lasciato dietro di sè c'è anche una corposa raccolta di testi scritti e mai musicati. I suoi eredi, per musicarli, hanno coinvolto una prima volta Billy Bragg ed i Wilco, con ottimi risultati. Correva il 1998 e la combinazione del inglesissimo Bragg e degli americanissimi Wilco  had led to a very intense album, sure of success (as far as to say, a Grammy nomination), certainly unbalanced side to the stars and stripes, to the great wealth of steel guitars, banjo, Hammond organ.

Now, at the instigation of Nora Guthrie, we reprove the Klezmatics, with ingredients, this time is completely different. Although American passport, the Klezmatics are from a cultural area some distance from the American country-folk and their curiosity about how they could apply their jazz and klezmer styles kissed on the rhymes of verses of Guthrie was matched only by doubts about the success. I admit to having bought the CD with some hesitation, and the idea of \u200b\u200bbeing with an album of covers Guthrie's own version of klezmer terrified me. But with a great move displace all the Klezmatics and offer a kaleidoscope of melodic jazz and klezmer has little nothing. How un'insalatona where at the end everyone will harmonize well Klezmatics ranging from lullabies to Morricone, from Celtic music to the Middle East passing through psychedelia, places ecstatic vocals and distorted guitars, engaging in a good vocalist training Celtic (Susan McKeown) and a guitarist that can not be more American (Boo Reiner). It takes less than 7 tracks to get the first taste of klezmer and true, and in the meantime has passed through Arabian violin, Scottish mists, trumpets Mediterranean and tropical winds. Difficult to identify a favorite song, maybe the heartfelt gospel of "Holy round" or the frantic "Mermaid Avenue"-style zydeco calypseggiante, in the end what is most pleasing is the sense of an intoxicating cultural miscegenation, a musician and as a huge baobab has so many roots that no longer worth the trouble to count them. Oh, and also won the Grammy.

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Look moon!

Basically, I come from is an evergreen.

I have three children and with each one of them had to come to the inevitable and understandable compromise on the music to listen together. They pull for The old farm ia-ia-oh, I might steer me toward a vintage Stooges.

Va da sé che che di una mia vittoria in questa diatriba non se ne parla neanche e l'unica alternativa ad una mia completa capitolazione è il compromesso, costituito da brani che non mi dispiacciano ma che possano nel contempo suscitare un loro interesse, ché poi, una volta che la melodia gli è entrata in testa, è fatta, sono capaci di canticchiarti pure i Talking Heads (gli Stooges no, non c'è verso).

Comunque, quel che volevo dire è che con un brano in particolare ho sempre riscosso un successo (leggi: approvazione) incredibile: si tratta di Guarda che luna interpretato da Petra Magoni&Ferruccio Spinetti.

Lei penso che sia una delle migliori voci presenti in Italia (non me ne intendo, ma potrebbe benissimo essere La migliore), lui è un altrettanto valente contrabbassista, già in forze agli Avion Travel, e insieme hanno formato questo duo, a nome Musica Nuda appunto, in cui le canzoni sono interpretate solo da loro due. Contrabbasso e voce dunque, nient'altro.

Questo era il loro primo album e fu una vera rivelazione, canzoni d'ogni dove e tempo (da Eleanor Rigby a Prendila Così a Monteverdi) reinterpretate in questa forma piuttosto inusuale. Tra l'altro pare che l'intero album sia stato registrato per gioco in un pomeriggio, e non è difficile crederlo tanto palesemente traspare certain moments of spontaneity.

Then they released more albums, just as beautiful and with some concessions to more collaborations (Stefano Bollani, for example) but that simply was not surprising in the first formula.

That song, Look moon, is also a classic interpretations of my a cappella (stuff that only my closest relatives and innocent can bear) and the other night I had the idea to propose to the smallest of my babies. As I listened to sing those words, the easy references to the moon and the sea, night, love ... seemed to be kidnapped.

Today I Did I dusted off the CD and made available on His battered radioCD.

Result: only song to be played from beginning to end that being inordinately impatient. He usually listens to a song for the first 7-10 seconds, then Skippa to the next. This did not, from beginning to end and back again.

I have to say that today I felt 30 times and then I'm getting a little boring, but overall, compared to the old farm, is a great step forward. For

Down on the street no time.