Ich habe heute, zufällig, beim Stöbern, David Sylvian’s BLEMISH entdeckt, ich hatte die Cd schon lange nicht mehr gehört, und nun umso mehr Freude, herauszufinden, wie unverbraucht (und teilweise neu) diese Lieder in meinen Ohren klingen. Das erste Stück, 12 Minuten lang, öffnete mir eine Welt des Wunderns (wie man in der Trauer zum Entdecker wird, davon scheint es zu handeln). Das folgende Duo von Sylvians Gesang mit Baileys freiem Gitarrenspiel wirkte viel homogener als ich es in Erinnerung hatte, und bis zum Ende gab es kein Nachlassen. Später am Tag verfolgte mich eine ferne Erinnerung an eine Platte, die ich schon viel länger, vielleicht zwanzig Jahre, nicht mehr gehört habe, verloren irgendwann, keine Ahnung, und ich war auf einmal hungrig, die Musik zu hören, aufzusaugen, die Fragmente meiner Erinnerung, wahrlich flüchtig, legten in Sekunden das Puzzle an, desen Umrisse zumindest mein Unbewusstes rasch erahnte und mir zuflüsterte: Seelennahrung, Michael. Ich habe sie mir sofort bestellt, aber werde sie erst Mitte November von einem obskuren amerikanischen Plattengeschäft bekommen: DON’T STAND ME DOWN, von Dexy’s Midnight Runners! Am selben Tag noch las ich in der neuen Dezemberausgabe von Uncut über grosse Singer/Songwriter-Alben und die LOVE CHRONICLES von Al Stewart, die ich dann bei Spotify ausfindig machte. Der sanfte Barde (wir kennen sein YEAR OF THE CAT sicher besser) sang schon damals das Wort „fuck“ – kann in einem 18-Minuten-Song über fortlaufende Verluste und Desaster kaum ausbleiben, eigentlich:)
2013 30 Okt
Entdeckungen
von: Michael Engelbrecht Filed under: Blog,Musik vor 2011 | TB | 2 Comments
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Michael Engelbrecht:
Ich hatte damals, 1982, immer wieder TOO-RYE-AYE gehört und war süchtig nach dem Song Come on, Eileen, der zudem „unser Song“ war. H., Die schönste Frau von Regensburg in meinen sehenden blinden Augen, und ich waren ein geheimes Paar, wir hatten Landkarten für den nördlichen Teil des Bayerischen Waldes, wir waren so verrückt nacheinander, dass wir nicht mal die Ameisenhaufen wahrnahmen, neben denen wir uns liebten. Wir hatten die Landkarten doppelt, machten identische Kreuze, sie kam mit dem Motirrad, und ich mit einem popart-besprühten VW- Käfer. Wir schliefen miteinander unter Brücken, vögelten unter grünen Linden, und einmal verharrten wir ganz still, als ein anderes Wanderpaar diskret über unsere Körper hinwegstieg. Wir hörten in meiner Souterrainwohnung in Bergeinöden bei Arnschwang (diese Orte gibt es wirklich) unentwegt TOO RYE AYE, COLOSSAL YOUTH, REMAIN IN LIGHT. Wir sahen in Nürnberg King Crimson zur Zeit von DISCIPLINE, und später, alls alles vorbei war, war es ein Leichtes (naja, leicht, fuck!) für mich, in den Räumen von APOLLO zu verschwinden. Kurze Zeit war sie schwanger, und ein Reh sprang vor mein Auto, die sterbenden Augen blickten mich an, und es tat mir unendlich leid.
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Michael Engelbrecht:
I can remember the first girl that I did love
It was Stephanie
In kindergarten arithmetic classes she used to
Sit next to me
I’d pass her sticky sweets under the table
Where the teacher couldn’t see
Although she wouldn’t remember me now
Sometimes I wonder where she can beI can remember the first girl I kissed
It was Christine when I was ten
I’d been told we were moving away
I thought I’d never see her again
Oh don’t forget me
I’ll be back when they let me
Before you learn how to lie when you’re leaving
Love is so much easier thenAnd at school would you believe three hundred boys
And no girls at all
But you’re a fool if you should leave
Just think of the joys of rugby football
And prep in the morning and Brylcreem and acne
And cross-country running to kill evil thoughts
I’m surprised that I survived
I ran ten thousand miles with my back to the wallI can remember the first girl that I made love to
It was in a park
In the lower pleasure gardens in Bournemouth
In summer just after dark
My mind was reeling: Oh what a feeling.
I missed the bus and walked twelve miles home
And it really didn’t seem farAnd all through my seventeenth summer
Running together from crowds and ties
Taking our clothes off and feeling each other
With fingers and senses and mouths and eyes
Incurring the glances of old disapproval
From elderly local inhabitant’s eyes
Oh time, time we hardly even knew you
You didn’t touch us with your liesIn the halcyon days of my late adolescence
My goal seemed clearly in sight
Playing electric guitar with a beat group
We set the ballrooms alight
Camping it up for the dyed blonde receptionists
Who told us we were al-ri-yi-yight
On an ego trip for a teenage superstar
On thirty shillings a nigh-yightAnd so it fell that I came up to London
To look for fortune and fame
Starry eyed in my seaside successes
And much too sure of the game
First girl I met thereI thought I’d get there
But the first girl was nearly the last girl
She left my eyes in the drain
She sat on my floor in the dead of the night
Rolling a joint and looking round for a light
Her clothes were so black and her face was so white
How could I know what was right?And I sat all huddled upon my bed
Watching her in my innocence
And it was no sense at all, but too much sense
That took me to the bridge of impotence
Oh Artaud’s anthology lay spread on the floor
And the thoughts that she gave me,
I’d not met before
And stranded half hypnotised,
I watched her in awe
Of everything that she stood forAnd I wanted more than anything to be like her with every sense
But it was no sense at all, but too much sense
That took me to the bridge of impotence
She came over to me and kissed me in play
Taking my hand between her legs as she lay
And she looked in my eyes but I turned them away
Finding no words fit to sayAnd I hated myself, but could not move
Shattered in my confidence
But it was no sense at all, but too much sense
That took me to the bridge of impotence
Now the stare of the lightbulb tore holes in my brain
As she got up in the silence that hung like a stain
And I wanted to speak, or to call out her name
But how could I begin to explain?And my prosecuting room still holds
A strand of her hair in evidence
But it was no sense at all, but too much sense
That took me to the bridge of impotence
Oh I still think about her when the night fills with rain
And speaks in its voices uneasy and vain
And I think were I maybe to find her again
Oh I’d probably see her more plainAnd I should have known she was just like me
It was after all only common-sense
But it was no sense at all, but too much sense
That took me to the bridge of impotence
But it was no sense at all, but too much sense
That took me to the bridge of impotenceAt first I didn’t go out much at all
I just stayed at home in my chains
Picking over the threads of my confidence
And searching for the remains
And when I couldn’t stand any more of it
Going down to a club
Mixing in with the sounds and the crowds
I let the music cover me upAnd only, lonely, the harlequins and painted phonies
Pick their ways, through the haze
Of highs and lows and blues
And all that I could do was to pick my way to you
Though I didn’t tell you
You were just a thing to prove
I was hungry when found you, but I’m alright nowThey sigh, they lie, the refugees and superheroes
On ice, so nice to see you, what’s your name?
And all that I could do was to say the same to you
Take you for the moment, though the moment wasn’t true
But I was hungry when I found you and I’m alright nowThough the street lamp cut through the curfew
It shed no light on our mind
It would have been so easy to love you
At any other time
Only, lonely, you came to me the night hung coldly
In your eyes, some other time I might have stayed with you
But all that I could do was to turn around to you
Thanks for what you gave me now it’s time to say „Adieu“
I was hungry when I found you but I’m alright now.Ba ba ba alright now
And so it came that I stood disillusioned
By everything I’d been told
I just didn’t believe love existed
They were all just digging for gold
Widows and bankers and typists and businessmen
Loved each other they said
But all it was though was just a manoeuvre
The quickest way into bedAnd so I followed the others‘ example
And jumped into the melee
In the hunting grounds of Earls Court and Swiss Cottage
I did my best to get laid
Beer cans and parties, deb girls and arties
Bouncing around in the social confusion
Missing and making the gradeThe very first time I must confess
I thought you’d be like all of the rest
And we’d be strangers once again
By the time we were dressed
But when you’d smoked your cigarette
And talked of some people that we’d me
I found myself asking was it set,
did you have to go yetAnd so you laughed and then kissed me
And stayed for the whole weekend
Although the bed was so narrow
We had to sleep end to endAnd so the weeks passed through my brain
In their dadaistic chain
I found myself seeing you again, and again and again
And all you gave you gave it free
Asking for nothing back from me
You gave yourself unselfishly as a part of me
And where I thought that just plucking
The fruits of the bed was enough
It grew to be less like fucking
And more like making loveOf all the girls I ever knew
some loved and some denied me
And all the words I ever said
have been no use to hide me
And all the songs I ever sung
each one of them untied me
And all the girls I ever loved
have left themselves inside me(Al Stewart, Love Chronicles)