The last two or three weeks I have been really overloaded. Besides the work a couple of minor tasks have been added, quite nervous and also requiring constant control over them. One of the major projects was the participation in the Hovik Gulishyan's "Back to the roots" project. In early April, Hendo called on me and told about the plans of the Armenian Blues Association to bring this project to life. Mesrop (who was also invited to participate in the project) and I agreed, and on April 13, two days before Hovik's arrival to Armenia, we gathered together for our first rehearsal.
Soon it became clear that our "rock-way-of-thinking" is dissonant with the rules adopted in the blues, which we did not know. The first joint rehearsal in Ulikhanyan Club on Monday has revealed the strengths and weaknesses of our line-up. On Tuesday, we tried to go through the whole program, trying not to linger long on mistakes, if possible, but spotting them out. Each of us have had weak places that by the end of the second joint rehearsal (which included Suren Arustamyan) were quite clearly delineated. Only one rehearsal left then....
After the last rehearsal on Wednesday, we felt a deep contact with each other, which granted us with some confidence and peace of mind, that was necessary in order to start this little tour with the concert at Mezzo Classic House-Club, one of the most considerable venues in our city. It was really a serious challenge for everyone: for us, the "rockers" in the blues, for Hovik, an experienced blues-man among the hot heads, for Vahan Danielian, who took full responsibility for everything.
To our mutual deep joy, the concert was a success. Many words of gratitude have been said and lot of good reviews were heard on that night, but we knew that the next day was to be even "hotter". Friday's concert took place at the club 26 Irish Pub, one of the most popular venue among our blues-men. Despite the pouring rain at the end of the day, the room was crammed with a very appreciative audience, and our performance was quite calm and vivid.
We liked the joke when we said we will have two more opportunities to rehearse before the last gig in Ulikhanyan Club-th - in Mezzo and in Irish Pub. Jokes aside, this Saturday night some unquenchable fervour really burned in us with which we were infecting full packed hall with of good mood and cheerfulness for more than two hours. Impact was enormous. After playing two planned sets, we began the third one, almost entirely improvised. Artak Nersissian, Suren Arustamyan, Khachatur Armenyan joined us and added even more spice to the main dish.
Towards the end, another amazing encounter took place. In between of our jam-session numbers a swarthy and not so tall man approached the stage; I recall I met him a couple of times in the city. He asked if he could join the jam. Vahan told him something, and he sat on the edge of the stage and began to uncover... his saxophone! Before the next number we asked in what key it would be convenient for him to play. When we started our "Rock 'n' Roll Madness in G", the man who had been modestly waiting for his turn, took the stage and added "the cherry on the cream for our cake". He played and retired, after dismantling the saxophone and putting it back. Later in the evening, I was able to approach him in the street when he came out of the club, to thank him for his participation and to wish him the best.
When we gathered together at Beer Academy to say Hovik goodbye on the Sunday night, Artak told me about this musician. It was Zaid Nasser, son of the famous Jamil Nasser (these links are certainly worth a go). Modesty and sublimity!
Having said goodbye to Hovik and wished him a safe trip back home, we parted our ways. I promised to write this post, and make a photo album (may hands have not yet reached it). Back to work, back to other activities.... and back to the Road Movie, some five days after Ulikhanyan....
After playing the first set in Stop! Club we headed to the dressing room to get ready for the second set full of covers, we were approached by our regular audience and asked what happened during the last two months? "You now have twice the power and twice the fun!"....
We have felt it ourselves. I would say that we now play more accurate, stable; all that we did that night ended up quite well, from a painless installation of the equipment, setting up the sound and transient soundcheck. It was so easy and so pleasant to play that night.
To conclude, I would say that for me blues is "a discipline, teaching listening, demanding to leave all the fuss and pomp behind, forcing to work on yourself through the simple and clear, so that to open the complex and inaccessible later."
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Wednesday, May 1, 2013
Friday, November 23, 2012
To live in spite of.....
Darkness fetters us around. We are surrounded. What should have happened has happened. The near end does not amaze us at all. The days of Mother-Earth are numbered. Her noble Warriors fall either together or divided, and though she knows what should happen and how, when and where, she cannot share that knowledge with us. Thus, being in ignorance, we are moving towards Fatum, blindly. That is all, one might think....
But having all this in the background, each of us still has the right to have the last wish. What will it be like? Do we know what we want and what we need?
"No."
Do we feel what wee need?
"Yes." (however we mostly do not trust in that feeling).
What to do?
One option is: to stretch in bed after a restless sleep, to come to work, to stir the system up to hell, to arrange individual parts in the system, to be in two calls simultaneously, to enjoy a cup of coffee, to state authoritatively your understanding of the Future (let the people amuse), to eat, to intercommunicate through music, to make music through beer, to make a discovery, to decide for frenzy, to have more beer, to enjoy the future, to catch the stranger's look, to look at somebody with a stranger look, to sing an unfamiliar song and dance to a familiar one, to tell a story, to come down with money completely, to give yourself to Earth, to subdue the anger, to bow to the beloved one, to put yourself at the mercy of Eternity and to hope for a new day.
Mind out! one whole day postponement....
But having all this in the background, each of us still has the right to have the last wish. What will it be like? Do we know what we want and what we need?
"No."
Do we feel what wee need?
"Yes." (however we mostly do not trust in that feeling).
What to do?
One option is: to stretch in bed after a restless sleep, to come to work, to stir the system up to hell, to arrange individual parts in the system, to be in two calls simultaneously, to enjoy a cup of coffee, to state authoritatively your understanding of the Future (let the people amuse), to eat, to intercommunicate through music, to make music through beer, to make a discovery, to decide for frenzy, to have more beer, to enjoy the future, to catch the stranger's look, to look at somebody with a stranger look, to sing an unfamiliar song and dance to a familiar one, to tell a story, to come down with money completely, to give yourself to Earth, to subdue the anger, to bow to the beloved one, to put yourself at the mercy of Eternity and to hope for a new day.
Mind out! one whole day postponement....
Saturday, October 27, 2012
Feeling sick
I still feel sick....
Even though I got out of yesterday, washed it off me when I got home, I nevertheless still feel sick .... No, this is not a sickness that happened this morning during our khash (oh how would I eat everything I was not able to in the morning!), and not that hysterical state of turning over the edge of the eleven-floor abyss once again, and not even the lack of the annoyance from the absence of the premise that I've been waiting for almost a month and for some reason still hasn't received. All these are such a minor things. I'm sick of the feeling that comes to me while being all alone in the middle of a place full of fun. Nobody can help me cope with this. One friend offered to take a ride on his horses, but I always fall off the horse, not having yet sit in the saddle. Another explained to me why this is happening and what to do for this, namely, not to dress in a special jockey clothes, not to use any accessories (saddle, bridle, reins, whip), and tell myself that I'm the best rider.
However, up does not come to the horses, because for them I do not exist. They do not see me, and they do not need me. After all, if there are millions of normal, healthy, wealthy, romantic, I would say, and just successful riders all around, why should they need this troubled old bald bastard? He does not exist!
Then that second friend left, and I gradually began to feel sick and still I do to this moment (after all, this is entirely my fault). Guys, what a disgusting yesterday I had! Well, evening, to be honest, but that evening was able to make mischief the day as a whole, so that I still feel sick ....
At the moment, I want nothing, because nobody needs my energy at all. No-bo-dy. Probably one of the torments of hell is non-utility. And if I'm already sick of relatively rather short period of time in this state, what will happen on the scale of eternity?
Even though I got out of yesterday, washed it off me when I got home, I nevertheless still feel sick .... No, this is not a sickness that happened this morning during our khash (oh how would I eat everything I was not able to in the morning!), and not that hysterical state of turning over the edge of the eleven-floor abyss once again, and not even the lack of the annoyance from the absence of the premise that I've been waiting for almost a month and for some reason still hasn't received. All these are such a minor things. I'm sick of the feeling that comes to me while being all alone in the middle of a place full of fun. Nobody can help me cope with this. One friend offered to take a ride on his horses, but I always fall off the horse, not having yet sit in the saddle. Another explained to me why this is happening and what to do for this, namely, not to dress in a special jockey clothes, not to use any accessories (saddle, bridle, reins, whip), and tell myself that I'm the best rider.
However, up does not come to the horses, because for them I do not exist. They do not see me, and they do not need me. After all, if there are millions of normal, healthy, wealthy, romantic, I would say, and just successful riders all around, why should they need this troubled old bald bastard? He does not exist!
Then that second friend left, and I gradually began to feel sick and still I do to this moment (after all, this is entirely my fault). Guys, what a disgusting yesterday I had! Well, evening, to be honest, but that evening was able to make mischief the day as a whole, so that I still feel sick ....
At the moment, I want nothing, because nobody needs my energy at all. No-bo-dy. Probably one of the torments of hell is non-utility. And if I'm already sick of relatively rather short period of time in this state, what will happen on the scale of eternity?
Monday, October 15, 2012
Lost years
During passed week I happened to play three times, the first one being a serenade to a bride, next was John Lennon Tribute, and yesterday I did a short set with the band I am currently involved in - Road Movie. Maybe some pictures/videos will be added later on, but that is not that important to me. What IS is the fact that I feel I got back to what has been left down six years ago - public life. I even bought some equipment for my guitars, and intended to do more, as well as trying to upgrade my instrument to a higher level (unfortunately, I can't afford buying a good instrument now).
What I am thinking of is to try to reach some level of being able to create something, by myself. They say it is possible, what I need is a strong wish to do it. I am not sure if it is enough, but let's try.
I also became an inventor of some stupid theory that if a person creates anything in his/her 20's, then in 30's s/he will be improving it, and so on in 40's, 50's; however, if 20's are ruined, then 30's will be a decade of payback for ruining it, in order to make it possible to create something in 40's and later on.
20 years went lost....
Yesterday I toasted my friends with the following words: "Are you still believe in me?!"
What I am thinking of is to try to reach some level of being able to create something, by myself. They say it is possible, what I need is a strong wish to do it. I am not sure if it is enough, but let's try.
I also became an inventor of some stupid theory that if a person creates anything in his/her 20's, then in 30's s/he will be improving it, and so on in 40's, 50's; however, if 20's are ruined, then 30's will be a decade of payback for ruining it, in order to make it possible to create something in 40's and later on.
20 years went lost....
Yesterday I toasted my friends with the following words: "Are you still believe in me?!"
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Сelebrating what?
Here are some pages on Wikipedia, some varying degrees of emotional feedback, stories about the holiday Vardevar, which is celebrated in Armenia in July, in the midst of the heat....
What I want to say today, when I became 41 (one year ago I had just turned 40, and therefore I could not yet imagine all the magic of this age). I have come to believe that my nation fails to have a good memory, or fails to see the cause-effect kind of relationship between events. Not all, fortunately, but it is a huge mass, which is worse.
Vardevar - a pagan holiday. A holiday in particular, and a pagan one, in particular. Already later, when converted to Christianity and, more recently, when this became customary to speak about, people tied it to the Transfiguration of Christ. The result gave a lot of hell knows what: they pour water on people, but it is desirable to choose a neatly dressed pretty girls because they are unlikely to strike them back in their jaws, as always they attack as herd, and in addition to that they seek out the foreigners, who are quite far-far away from all this stuff.
When they pour water on themselves on their own bodies - for God's sake, let them be, let them even cut themself to death, but why do they involve others? Are you going to wash and iron clothes of this child? Will you stand responsible for this girl's forced date delay? Can you bring back such a fragile health of this elder person, broken in the result of your taunts? Won't it be you to resent the first, if somewhere abroad, something, say a bull, will knock you down and run over you, and everything will be rejoicing and saying, "don't you even try to be angry - this is our holiday!"
Ask any of them about the origin of the holiday, well, or the essence of the Transfiguration - but do not wait for the answer! The next day after the big church holidays is called "merelots" (commemoration of the dead). On such Mondays work is being canceled at the state level (because it seems like everyone should go to the cemetery), and then with coming Saturday this gap is filled.... Oh, how many times I have heard about the abuse in direction to these merelots days, all these permutations and confusions.... Of course the majority do not even go to the cemeteries, and stupidly stay at home, knowing that the Saturday will also come to nothing.
So, here is what I mean. All of these people know neither what they do, nor what they should do, nor what they shouldn't, nor what they can do, and nor what is not eligible. They actually do not know anything, but they know that doing so is necessary, because everybody does it. So I found the answer to many questions of mine like "why the natural desire is rejected and ashamed here?", "why shame and fear, and desire are all that is seen in the eyes of the majority here?", "why there are so many unsatisfied women and sexually anxious men?".
This holiday, like everything else - is a sublimation of the natural desire that all through the life, for many generations in a row, is being hammered, eradicated, ashamed, blackened and ridiculed.
P.S.
A couple of days ago, sitting in a new a-kind-of-Irish-Pub, one of the visitors, which was then celebrating his birthday, decided to say a toast, which sounded something like this: "I wish that all of the representatives of beautiful half, sitting here, would have been as beautiful, happy and loved, and so they could reach until they fulfil their sacred duty - motherhood.... ". All applauded.
Have you got my point?
What I want to say today, when I became 41 (one year ago I had just turned 40, and therefore I could not yet imagine all the magic of this age). I have come to believe that my nation fails to have a good memory, or fails to see the cause-effect kind of relationship between events. Not all, fortunately, but it is a huge mass, which is worse.
Vardevar - a pagan holiday. A holiday in particular, and a pagan one, in particular. Already later, when converted to Christianity and, more recently, when this became customary to speak about, people tied it to the Transfiguration of Christ. The result gave a lot of hell knows what: they pour water on people, but it is desirable to choose a neatly dressed pretty girls because they are unlikely to strike them back in their jaws, as always they attack as herd, and in addition to that they seek out the foreigners, who are quite far-far away from all this stuff.
When they pour water on themselves on their own bodies - for God's sake, let them be, let them even cut themself to death, but why do they involve others? Are you going to wash and iron clothes of this child? Will you stand responsible for this girl's forced date delay? Can you bring back such a fragile health of this elder person, broken in the result of your taunts? Won't it be you to resent the first, if somewhere abroad, something, say a bull, will knock you down and run over you, and everything will be rejoicing and saying, "don't you even try to be angry - this is our holiday!"
Ask any of them about the origin of the holiday, well, or the essence of the Transfiguration - but do not wait for the answer! The next day after the big church holidays is called "merelots" (commemoration of the dead). On such Mondays work is being canceled at the state level (because it seems like everyone should go to the cemetery), and then with coming Saturday this gap is filled.... Oh, how many times I have heard about the abuse in direction to these merelots days, all these permutations and confusions.... Of course the majority do not even go to the cemeteries, and stupidly stay at home, knowing that the Saturday will also come to nothing.
So, here is what I mean. All of these people know neither what they do, nor what they should do, nor what they shouldn't, nor what they can do, and nor what is not eligible. They actually do not know anything, but they know that doing so is necessary, because everybody does it. So I found the answer to many questions of mine like "why the natural desire is rejected and ashamed here?", "why shame and fear, and desire are all that is seen in the eyes of the majority here?", "why there are so many unsatisfied women and sexually anxious men?".
This holiday, like everything else - is a sublimation of the natural desire that all through the life, for many generations in a row, is being hammered, eradicated, ashamed, blackened and ridiculed.
P.S.
A couple of days ago, sitting in a new a-kind-of-Irish-Pub, one of the visitors, which was then celebrating his birthday, decided to say a toast, which sounded something like this: "I wish that all of the representatives of beautiful half, sitting here, would have been as beautiful, happy and loved, and so they could reach until they fulfil their sacred duty - motherhood.... ". All applauded.
Have you got my point?
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
The lyrics that were rejected (or maybe they weren't?)
Once again, I was asked by a friend to help him with writing lyrics for his songs. Once again I went through the pictures and images that are not of my style and not of my interest, but I should be paid for that. "OK, what to do. Give me the direction so I can start", I said. So in a couple of hours total the first song was finalized. The lyrics should be provided for a young female singer in the USA, so we looked through my text together, and lots of words and lines have been changed (EVEN MORE simplified, dulled and dumbed, I would say) in order to "sound accordingly", i.e. if a line ends with "day", the next one MUST end with anything that also ends with -ay; or if the voice on the demo record I based upon sings "nai-nou-lai-nou-nai-nou-baby-yeah-nai-nou" the final version MUST read "I know, I know, I know, baby yes, I know". The whole concept/idea/attitude/subject/implementation/working style look 180-degree opposite to my understanding of writing songs, but why should I say "no" if I am promised to be paid (in the times when it is needed very much)? So I said "OK, let's do it!"
Once I was trying to get some material result doing the same kind of stuff, following the same "production flow", guided by the same person and according to the same principles. In the end (when that song was actually wrote), I was told "No, the customer didn't like it", and I forgot about that.... Now I understand that I shouldn't. The same scenario worked for this time as well, so before sending the lyrics for the second song I asked "Are you sure, and can you guarantee that this time it will work fine?" and I was told "The customers are the people I respected the most and any kind of fail is impossible!", I kept in mind that I MUST be ready for the unsuccessful result. And this was the only thing in this whole story that I had clear idea about!
"The lyrics are wonderful, they said, but unfortunately the songs are written not by an American young girl, hence they don't reflect a US-teenager point of view; we need to write our own lyrics, sorry...." This is what I was told by my friend today. I asked "and what about the music? Did they reject it as well?" I knew he would say "No, they're fine with the music."
Was I fooled? Maybe. For the second time? Maybe. Wanna more? Surely not! :-)
And the lyrics? Oh, since they are "rejected" (and since they are actually weak) I am throwing them off.... in the cyberspace (the original versions, of course).
The Way I Go
The summer night has gently fallen down
The people there are waiting – it is Now
The stage before me is calling and I go
I’ve been waiting for so long
The lights are shining brightly over me
The faces are looking gently right at me
I am looking forward and I sing
To the Magic that I bring
And it changes night to day
And my fears run away
All the troubles disappear and I feel so strong
I truly hope this magic can do same to you
With all my heart I believe this can’t be wrong
That’s the way I go
I remember clearly when I was a child
I was told “that’s silly, don’t make a try”
But my heart kept singing, so I tried.
I’ve been trying for so long.
So I will remember this magic night
And how this magic feeling made me fly
The key to all my troubles is my Song
‘cause the Magic that it brings
Will surely change my nights to days
And will wipe my tears away
And will make my troubles look so tiny in my way
I truly hope this magic can do same to you
With all my heart I believe this can’t be wrong
That’s the way I go
In our weakest moments we lose our minds
Thinking none can help us – and crack inside
Truth is that we still can rise again
Just believe in Magic that happens every day
And it will change your nights to days
And will chase your fears away
And will make you happy and we will celebrate
I truly hope this magic can do same to all
With all my heart I believe this can’t be wrong
That’s the way I go
Hope you understand
I can see from my open window how
Fast the life rolls
People ‘round me dance to the rhythm of life
That’s how it goes.
But I’ll tell you what I think
I hope you’ll understand
Just look at the picture in my mind.
On the way I go all this fuss will just
Pass me by
Up above my head birds will fly in blue
Dome of the sky
Life is not just money bringing
I hope you understand
But if not then please just take my hand.
And we’ll walk outside
And through day and night
Will try to make things right.
Nothing changes by
itself, we must try
Support each other’s life.
Why we think of fright in the dead of night
And not of love?
Why destroy what has proved to be so right
And not wrong?
It’s so hard to explain my feelings
I hope you’ll understand
And I want to tell it with my heart.
And we’ll walk outside
And through day and night
Will try to make things right.
Nothing changes by
itself we must try
Support each other’s life.
This feeling lets us learn
About things we don’t know
About what we will meet on the way we’ll go.
And we’ll walk outside
And through day and night
Will try to make things right.
Nothing changes by
itself we must try
Support each other’s life.
Once I was trying to get some material result doing the same kind of stuff, following the same "production flow", guided by the same person and according to the same principles. In the end (when that song was actually wrote), I was told "No, the customer didn't like it", and I forgot about that.... Now I understand that I shouldn't. The same scenario worked for this time as well, so before sending the lyrics for the second song I asked "Are you sure, and can you guarantee that this time it will work fine?" and I was told "The customers are the people I respected the most and any kind of fail is impossible!", I kept in mind that I MUST be ready for the unsuccessful result. And this was the only thing in this whole story that I had clear idea about!
"The lyrics are wonderful, they said, but unfortunately the songs are written not by an American young girl, hence they don't reflect a US-teenager point of view; we need to write our own lyrics, sorry...." This is what I was told by my friend today. I asked "and what about the music? Did they reject it as well?" I knew he would say "No, they're fine with the music."
Was I fooled? Maybe. For the second time? Maybe. Wanna more? Surely not! :-)
And the lyrics? Oh, since they are "rejected" (and since they are actually weak) I am throwing them off.... in the cyberspace (the original versions, of course).
The Way I Go
The summer night has gently fallen down
The people there are waiting – it is Now
The stage before me is calling and I go
I’ve been waiting for so long
The lights are shining brightly over me
The faces are looking gently right at me
I am looking forward and I sing
To the Magic that I bring
And it changes night to day
And my fears run away
All the troubles disappear and I feel so strong
I truly hope this magic can do same to you
With all my heart I believe this can’t be wrong
That’s the way I go
I remember clearly when I was a child
I was told “that’s silly, don’t make a try”
But my heart kept singing, so I tried.
I’ve been trying for so long.
So I will remember this magic night
And how this magic feeling made me fly
The key to all my troubles is my Song
‘cause the Magic that it brings
Will surely change my nights to days
And will wipe my tears away
And will make my troubles look so tiny in my way
I truly hope this magic can do same to you
With all my heart I believe this can’t be wrong
That’s the way I go
In our weakest moments we lose our minds
Thinking none can help us – and crack inside
Truth is that we still can rise again
Just believe in Magic that happens every day
And it will change your nights to days
And will chase your fears away
And will make you happy and we will celebrate
I truly hope this magic can do same to all
With all my heart I believe this can’t be wrong
That’s the way I go
Hope you understand
I can see from my open window how
Fast the life rolls
People ‘round me dance to the rhythm of life
That’s how it goes.
But I’ll tell you what I think
I hope you’ll understand
Just look at the picture in my mind.
On the way I go all this fuss will just
Pass me by
Up above my head birds will fly in blue
Dome of the sky
Life is not just money bringing
I hope you understand
But if not then please just take my hand.
And we’ll walk outside
And through day and night
Will try to make things right.
Nothing changes by
itself, we must try
Support each other’s life.
Why we think of fright in the dead of night
And not of love?
Why destroy what has proved to be so right
And not wrong?
It’s so hard to explain my feelings
I hope you’ll understand
And I want to tell it with my heart.
And we’ll walk outside
And through day and night
Will try to make things right.
Nothing changes by
itself we must try
Support each other’s life.
This feeling lets us learn
About things we don’t know
About what we will meet on the way we’ll go.
And we’ll walk outside
And through day and night
Will try to make things right.
Nothing changes by
itself we must try
Support each other’s life.
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Observations
If a man earns less than enough:
- he is reminded from time to time that he has to work more
- his point of view is not guaranteed to be accepted at all, even if it is correct
- if he adds more to the due sum, it is accepted as norm, but more to be given
- if he does something for himself - he is a squanderer
- wild idea proposed - he is boring
- whatever he does at home - he must do it; if he doesn't do something - he has swelled his head
- his points of view and tastes are the ones that should be reproached or hated
- even once gone wrong it will be remembered until the end, and referred to when needed
- his descendants are of a lower priority among the equals
- he serves a good example for the others
- his point of view will be accepted as a "great advise", be it correct or not
- if he adds more to the due sum, it is being put on the flag and waved until the next addition
- if he does something for himself - he must care for himself as well, mustn't he?
- wild idea proposed - he is interesting
- whatever he does - others must do it too; whatever he doesn't - he is not ought to do everything
- his points of view and tastes are the ones that should be respected or followed, or, well, left unmentioned
- he can't go wrong - everything can be justified
- his descendants are of a higher priority
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
VDGG vinyl reissues
I think I am starting to understand the main point of the situation with the vinyl re-issues of Van Der Graaf Generator albums.
Peter Hammill speaks: "Virgin licensed the albums for vinyl release back in 2011. Once this happens, it's really up to the vinyl label to get on with it, as and when. As I say, these *are* official releases but they're also completely out of our control, apart from having given the original authorisation to Virgin for them."
It seems to me that Virgin, having received that original authorisation, found some vinyl labels and legalised their releases. It started with the American "4 Men With Beards" label whose announced the release of the first three albums on vinyl to happen on November 16, 2011; later that date shifted back to November 29, then once again to the middle of December, then to the middle of January 2012 (January 12, if I'm not mistaken), and once again to some day in March, and then back again to February 14 (currently). However, it has been several days already that European labels announced their HQ double vinyl releases. I say "labels" (in plural) because different web-pages show different names: Prog Classics (Cargo Records), Pid, Ais.... or maybe this could stand for something that I do not know.
Either the Bearded Four were forced to wait for the global release date, or they have had some internal issues, but their release dates are not far away from the European ones, announced to happen on February 24 (in some sources - 20 and 28).
Either the Bearded Four were forced to wait for the global release date, or they have had some internal issues, but their release dates are not far away from the European ones, announced to happen on February 24 (in some sources - 20 and 28).
Meanwhile I cancelled my order placed on Amazon, and decided not to buy European releases too, because:
1. those are American releases, and I prefer the "natives";
2. like it or not, those are reissues, and I prefer the first "originals";
2. like it or not, those are reissues, and I prefer the first "originals";
3. those are regular reissues with no bonuses added;
4. the European releases prove to be double high-quality vinyls, with bonus material, however this probably be a simple transfer of the 2005 digit onto vinyl; if this is how the things will develop then I see no sense in buying them for myself;
4. the European releases prove to be double high-quality vinyls, with bonus material, however this probably be a simple transfer of the 2005 digit onto vinyl; if this is how the things will develop then I see no sense in buying them for myself;
5. after all, if I buy them, I will put them into the box (not even on the shelf) and will keep on listening to my digit.
So would my purchase worth more than a hundred Euros? No, methinks. At least in my economical situation. Growing wiser!
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Russian equivalent of 'a songstory' word - Mistakes
Six days ago a proudly stated here about finding an equivalent of "a songstory" word in Russian language. Then I relaxed. But today I woke up with another candidate. You can kill me but I won't be able to remember what did I see there in my dream, but this new word has sat deep in my mind; on my way to work I was trying to remember all those arguments that stood pros for my first variant, and re-read that post of mine upon arrival to the office and now it seems to me that I have found at least three mistakes in my reflections.
1. Somehow I tied myself to "повество-" root that was suggested by the variant found on the Web. Yes, it seems more poetical, more melodious than "сказ-", but both words "повесть" and "рассказ" equally appear to be analogues of "a story".
2. Having once again thoroughly read the English original (as if I didn't do that before!) I understood that my approach of reading the word backwards has changed the essence. Songstory.... First song, then story."song""story" is what should have been emphasized, and "story""song" is an adjective here. But I emphasized the process of singing, with just a shade of narrative applied. As a result I got "narrative singing", but it should be opposite: a narrative (story) that is being sung.
3. Finally, I suppose I was wrong in introducing the nature of a songstory as "the story finds its meaning (or starts living) when being sung". But we see the pictures as I read the lyrics, don't we?
To be short, I think I've had overphilosophized. I should not have changed anything, I should translate in a simple and easy way. For example:
a song - "песня"
a story - "рассказ", "история".
a songstory - a composite word, two roots used, the latter is the main one (story), the former just defines the nature (song-, as adjective).
"о" and "е" - two connective vowels in Russian. I am not yet sure whether I can successfully use "о", but if "е" is used.... "песн-е-сказ" is what we get.
But some worm is gnawing me: what if I wake up someday next week with another variant?
I need a judge to judge me. Judge would do it better....
1. Somehow I tied myself to "повество-" root that was suggested by the variant found on the Web. Yes, it seems more poetical, more melodious than "сказ-", but both words "повесть" and "рассказ" equally appear to be analogues of "a story".
2. Having once again thoroughly read the English original (as if I didn't do that before!) I understood that my approach of reading the word backwards has changed the essence. Songstory.... First song, then story.
3. Finally, I suppose I was wrong in introducing the nature of a songstory as "the story finds its meaning (or starts living) when being sung". But we see the pictures as I read the lyrics, don't we?
To be short, I think I've had overphilosophized. I should not have changed anything, I should translate in a simple and easy way. For example:
a song - "песня"
a story - "рассказ", "история".
a songstory - a composite word, two roots used, the latter is the main one (story), the former just defines the nature (song-, as adjective).
"о" and "е" - two connective vowels in Russian. I am not yet sure whether I can successfully use "о", but if "е" is used.... "песн-е-сказ" is what we get.
But some worm is gnawing me: what if I wake up someday next week with another variant?
I need a judge to judge me. Judge would do it better....
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