Es complicado abarcar la larga y cambiante trayectoria de Tom Waits. Desde el jazz y el blues hasta las asonancias y el puro ruido, este entertainer de puticlub ha gruñido unas cuantas canciones de las que es imposible olvidarse, y algunos discos francamente redondos, como este Blue Valentine. Dos opciones de descarga: en el blog una patada de burro o, junto a la discografía del autor, en Taringa.
01. Somewhere (from 'West Side Story') 02. Red Shoes By The Drugstore 03. Christmas Cards From A Hooker In Minneapolis 04. Romeo Is Bleeding 05. $29.00 06. Wrong Side Of The Road 07. Whistlin' Past The Graveyard 08. Kentucky Avenue 09. A Sweet Little Bullet From A Pretty Blue Gun 10. Blue Valentines
Llevo tiempo queriendo dedicarle una pequeña sección a mi instrumento musical favorito, a saber: el piano. Pero como no sé nada de solfeo, partituras, digitación, ni nada que se le parezca, hablaré de algunos pianistas que me suliveyan, ya sean de jazz (pienso en Keith Jarrett, Bill Evans, Oscar Peterson...), de música clásica (Friedrich Gulda, Sviatoslav Richter, Martha Argerich...) o de lo que se me ocurra. Mientras preparo el primer post, te pongo este vídeo del insuperable Tom Waits donde demuestra el profundo hermanamiento que mantiene con su piano: The Piano Has Been Drinking (Not Me). La traducción la he tomado de aquí.
The piano has been drinking (Not Me) The piano has been drinking My necktie's asleep The combo went back to New York, and left me all alone The jukebox has to take a leak Have you noticed that the carpet needs a haircut? And the spotlight looks just like a prison break And the telephone's out of cigarettes As usual the balcony's on the make And the piano has been drinking, heavily The piano has been drinking And he's on the hard stuff tonight
The piano has been drinking And you can't find your waitress Even with the Geiger counter And I guarantee you that she will hate you From the bottom of her glass And all of your friends remind you That you just can't get served without her The piano has been drinking
The piano has been drinking And the lightman's blind in one eye And he can't see out of the other And the piano-tuner's got a hearing aid And he showed up with his mother And the piano has been drinking Without fear of contradiction I say The piano has been drinking
Our Father who art in ? Hallowed by thy glass Thy kindom come, thy will be done On Earth as it is in the lounges Give us this day our daily splash Forgive us our hangovers As we forgive all those who continue to hangover against us And lead us not into temptation But deliver from evil and someone you must all ride home
Because the piano has been drinking And he's your friend not mine Because the piano has been drinking And he's not my responsibility
The bouncer is this Sumo wrestler Kinda cream puff casper milk toast And the owner is just a mental midget With the I.Q. of a fencepost I'm going down, hang onto me, I'm going down Watch me skate across an acre of linoleum I know I can do it, I'm in total control And the piano has been drinking And he's embarassing me The piano has been drinking, he raided his mini bar
The piano has been drinking And the bar stools are all on fire And all the newspapers were just fooling And the ash-trays have retired And I've got a feeling that the piano has been drinking It's just a hunch The piano has been drinking and he's going to lose his lunch And the piano has been drinking Not me, not me, The piano has been drinking not me
El piano ha estado bebiendo
Mi corbata está dormida
Y la banda se ha ido a Nueva York
La gramola tiene que ir a mear
Y la alfombra necesita un corte de pelo
Y el foco parece la fuga de una prisión
Porque el teléfono no tiene cigarrillos
Y la terraza se ha ido a ligar
Y el piano ha estado bebiendo
El piano ha estado bebiendo
Y todos los menús están helados
Y el iluminador está ciego de un ojo
Y no puede ver con el otro
Y el afinador de pianos lleva un audífono
Y se presentó con su madre
Y el piano ha estado bebiendo
El piano ha estado bebiendo
Y el matón sabe lucha japonesa
Pero es un enclenque cobarde
Y el dueño es un corto mental
Con el coeficiente de inteligencia del poste de una valla
