Sunday, June 13, 2004

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Tim Buckley - Happy Sad

I lent this cd and for this reason was a bit 'of time not listening. I remember it was one of my favorites, but sometimes it just inside the player to listen to the track number 5, gypsy woman, who from the first play was one of my favorite songs ever. Then, today, after so many days, I picked up the plastic case that leaves a nice view of the ugliest covers the history

I pulled out the strange silver disk who was inside and I decided to listen to it all. Well, I have been overwhelmed. All tracks are perfect. I'm not a great lover of the voice in music, often indeed, the voices annoy me too good, taking the thickest part of the speech leaving aside the music, but in this case I have no words. Again, as once I was hooked. The music as a backdrop for a show with only one protagonist: his charming voice. Perfect, you cradle with you, gets you where you want, yell, raise the tone, then lowered them suddenly. The items are only a pretext: the voice is used here as a musical instrument, the same word may lengthen infinity, or contract in a scream and have different meanings. It takes just a few drums and a couple of guitars to hold and to make everything perfect, or nearly so. Songs such as dilated and whispered, "Love from room 109 at the islander (on pacific cost highway)," alternating with tribal rhythms and shouts of "Gypsy Woman". I can not find even one false move and metal disk that will remain one of the objects that I care more, able to take a few moments on the other side of the cosmos.

As you can see, this disc is recommended for all, then maybe you will not like, I definitely sing the praises exaggerated, but at this time I'm listening for the second consecutive time, and I write with all the positive feelings that I described earlier on.
This is not intended as a review or anything like that, only a small relief staff.

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