Reaprinzand focul de neuitat

Astazi, deci cu cateva ore inainte de a implini 28 de ani, am primit o veste extraordinara. Editura Humanitas Educational va republica editia din anul 2002 a cartii mele, intitulata 'Cand muzica e un foc de neuitat', singura carte despre U2 aparuta vreodata la noi in tzara (sau, mai bine spus, singura publicata in limba romana).
Aceasta veste, primita de la buna prietena Dana Papadima, admiratoare U2 si sefa a editurii pomenite mai sus, vine ca un cadou excelent pentru aniversarea mea. Si ma pune la treaba, pentru ca voi rescrie cartea si o voi modifica substantial. Fatza de acum 6 ani, cand m-am apucat sa scriu editia precedenta, posed mult mai multe date despre U2, am citit intre timp vreo 3-4 carti despre trupa, am fost la un concert in Viena si am cunoscut multi oameni pasionati de U2, alaturi de care am realizat multe lucruri frumoase (din pacate, folosirea timpului trecut este obligatorie aici). Si, mai mult decat atat, de atunci U2 au mai lansat un album si au mai facut un turneu mondial urias, intins pe o perioada de 1 an si 9 luni.
Prin urmare, cu o placere imensa, ma reapuc sa scriu acel 'jurnal', asa cum am spus in urma cu 6 ani cand asterneam primele randuri in calculator, fara a avea idee la acel moment ca voi publica intr-adevar cartea. Era doar o joaca, o pasiune, un jurnal propriu. Dar toate astea s-au transformat in vis iar visul s-a implinit, aducand dupa sine satisfactii sufletesti de neimaginat intr-un anume moment al vietii mele. Si chiar un miligram de faima, cu 2 aparitzii MTV, articole in presa locala, emisiuni in direct la tv si radio, articole in revista Sunete si evenimente realizate impreuna cu Zone Records si cate si mai cate.
Un singur regret am. Oamenii cu care am facut acele lucruri si pe care i-am incantat si scos din anonimat (scuzati-mi arogantza) m-au indepartat cu un shut in cur. M-au facut un renegat, un paria. Un admin de site, autoconsiderat beton doar ca poseda niste parole, a ales sa strice o super prietenie doar pentru a-si arata momitzele si pentru a-si face prietena mandra. A considerat normal sa gestioneze un conflict in mediul virtual, ci nu fata in fata, barbateste, la o bere. Pussy attitude. Iar cand m-a dat afara, mi-a transmis 'a big FUCK YOU, on the house'.
Si tare as fi scris un capitol despre acel site si despre acei oameni....cu mare drag...dar cum oare s-o faci cand ei te trateaza asa?
As zice ca e randul meu sa fac cinste. On the house, mda. Sa le dau 'a big fuck you' back sau sa ii pun pe hartie, with no hard feelings...? Dileme, dileme....Om vedea noi.

Din nou in Poiana

Am primit cadou de la dragii mei parinti un weekend la Poiana Brasov. Din care tocmai m-am intors. Ieri dimineatza am plecat acolo, realizand nervos in taxi ca mi-am uitat mp3 playerul si bricheta. Eh, amanunte...dar de primul chiar as fi avut nevoie, mai ales la intoarcere.
Am ajuns foarte comod la destinatie, cu un intercity, insa am stat vreo ora in Livada la Brasov asteptand autobuzul care sa ma duca in Poiana, unde ai mei deja erau. Din nou vin si zic 'amanunte' pentru ca acest weekend a meritat din plin. Am fost cazati intr-o locatie inedita si foarte comfortabila ( http://www.house-of-dracula.com/ ) aflata totusi un pic departe de inima Poianei.
Poiana pe care am regasit-o cu acelasi farmec inconfundabil, de basm, desi cam lipsita de turisti si de zapada. Stelele, cerul, brazii noaptea, toate sunt altfel aici. E alt taram. Aerul curat de munte te imbie la somn dupa plimbare. Iar micii cu mushtar asortati cu o tzuica fiarta, mmmmm, ce senzatie. Pune peste si caldura deosebita din sanul familiei and get the picture. Draga de mama, a insistat sa-mi plateasca pana si drumul, pentru a-mi oferi cadoul complet si perfect. A, sa nu uit de costumul super elegant pe care ai mei mi l-au luat. Si despre care prietena mea spune ca imi vine foarte bine (desi inca nu m-a vazut cu el) atata vreme cat nu vin costumat asa la concerte rock!
Apropo, Poiana este deosebita si pentru ca aici am cunoscut-o pe ea, in urma cu o luna. Ea care crede in lucruri romantice petrecute chiar si in lipsa fizica a partenerului (in acest weekend m-am convins ca are dreptate...)
Si sa nu uit: am patinat! Pentru prima data dupa vreo 15 ani, reusind sa nu iau nicio tranta. Hehehe. It felt good.
La intoarcere am injurat putin CFR-ul, pentru ca nu am mai gasit loc la tren si am stat in picioare pe hol, insa a fost mai mult decat ok, fie numai pentru faptul ca la difuzoare au bagat vreo 2 piese U2 (Miss Sarajevo & Discotheque).
M-am intors in capitala si de abia astept saptamana care incepe. Maine ma aniversez cu colegii la munca, miercuri e propriu-zis ziua mea, iar sambata ma serbez cu prietenii. Beton, nu?
Cam haotice gandurile din blogul asta. Doamne ajuta, la cat mai multe din astea. Haotice si frumoase.

p.s. Ma intreb ce mi-a luat prietena mea din Roma...

The Howl

Am spus odata ca daca toata muzica din lume ar disparea si ar ramane doar acest Streets din Slane, nu m-as intrista.
Pentru astfel de momente s-a inventat muzica, pentru astfel de momente spun ca U2 este cea mai mare trupa din istorie si ca scuipa semintze in cap inclusiv Beatles-ilor. Nu exista nimic mai sublim decat acest strigat, aceasta orga, aceasta chitara, aceste tobe care te fac sa decolezi.
John Lennon, mare poet, mare creator de versuri..? Aiurea. Tot respectul...dar daca pui toate versurile lui simplisto-siropoase cu 'love, I need love, etc' pe langa filosofiile maestrului Bono, cred ca iese tare shifonat.
Asta sunt asa, niste pareri personale. Acum sa mai dam play o data si sa ascultam doar urletul ala.
Apropo, John urla?

City of Blinding Lights

O piesa nascuta la 2 luni dupa atentatele din New York. Un orash care pare tot mai aproape. Si ea....who looks so beautiful tonight...
And the blessings who are not just for the ones who kneel, luckily.
Doamne ajuta. Venim.

On The Wall

In ultimele 12-13 luni am scris. Cuvinte ce se vor versuri. Versuri ce se vor sunete, pentru ca le-am atasat si note si acorduri de chitara. Toate reprezinta experientze traite de mine in ultimii ani si relatzioneaza cu fetele care m-au dezamagit sau incantat, cu prieteni, cu familia mea si cu cel care ne priveste de sus.
Ar putea fi cu sigurantza un album. Daca as gasi 3 instrumentisti faini, care sa-si puna si ei amprenta pe aceasta fundatie creata de mine, ar putea fi un disc, poate chiar unul bun. Deocamdata e doar un vis sau doar o fantezie. Eu, Fly-ul, expus in intimitatea mea privirilor voastre, ca o musca pe un perete.
Deocamdata sa inceapa partea lirica, pentru cei interesati. Cu partea muzicala mai vedem.

CHECKED IN

I've just checked in tonight
This room is out of sight
Dry sheets look so clean
Forgetting where I've been

Forgetting all I've lost
Paying all the costs

Just checked in tonight
Another chance to make it right
Another hotel room
I'll be leaving soon

To some other place
To fight another race

Just checked in tonight
Shut down the light
Smash away the door
Dreaming on the floor

Of another place
Of eternal grace

Just checked in tonight
But morning soon will come
I'll be checking out
I'll be gone without a doubt

To another place
With eternal grace

To find another home
To find another job
To find another wife
To find another life

Forgetting all I've lost
Paying all the costs

Over and over
Over and over
Over and over
Over and over

I'll be checking in
I'll be checking out
I'll be losing faith
I'll be losing doubt

Over and over

(aceasta piesa a fost scrisa intr-un hotel din Poiana Brasov, in ianuarie 2006)

CLEAN CUT


Wasting days, burning flames
Changing lanes, losing games
Freezing frames, calling names
Nothing bears, no one cares

Breathe alone, just on lung intact
See so clear with just one eye, in fact
Run away with my crippled legs
Chased away as this day won't end

But when the night comes I'll find you
Just to lose you once again

A smile that lies a heart which dies
A face that won't be soon erased
Changing names, brand new blades
Wounding veins, blood red stains

Buying hate won't challenge faith
'Cause all you did was just by the books we read
So I'll be wasting days in burning flames
While nothing bears and no one cares

But when the night comes I'll find you
Just to lose you once again

And when you are away
I'll remember all the things you said
Leaving soon myself as well
Full of secrets I can't tell

So don't you waste your days, burn your flames
Lose your games or freeze your frames
'Cause all you did was just by the books we read
And I'm proud of you, I hope you understand

And when night comes I'll kill you
That's the only thing to do
Just to give me life again


(despre o fata care chiar a meritat sa scriu despre ea)

EACH OTHER

A while ago you told me to stay
Right away from you
A while ago I chose not to runaway
From you

Well, that's ok, I'll wait till some other day
For you
Anyway, you gotta do it your own way
It's true

And till then, I'll lose some
Till then, I'll bruise some

It doesn't matter
These roads will cross (each other)
Don't even bother, honey
It takes a while to heal

A while ago I told you I need you
Right away with me
Some time ago you chose not to fade away
And be free
Well, that's ok, we're waiting for some other day
(for each other)
For each other to learn, for each other to turn
Into each other


(despre o fata care nu meritat sa scriu despre ea)

FILL IN THE BLANKS


Fill me with letters, fill me with words
Leave black marks on me
Fill me with sounds, fill me with noise
Or better just feel me

Fill this glass of wine, you're the last drop
You're the last stop
Fill me with hope, feed me with songs
Or better just feel me

Fill me out with you

Rest your head upon these tense shoulders of mine
Faking your concern
Careful not to wake the devil deep inside
My world
Life comes to a twist when you'll have to reply
To my patience
This is how it works, this is my selfish side
This is me, the patient

Fill me out with you

It's time to fill in the blanks
No more playing games
It's time for you to come along
No more fakin' sorries, no more fading stories
I've had that shit far too long

Now would you please...
Fill me out with you

FRIEND

Some time has passed
Nothing lasts
Here we are
Still so far

On different roads
With different hopes

Take care my friend
Things get right in the end
You're on your own
Gotta carry on
It's ok, you can turn away
This is it, nothing left to say

Don't be sad
I try not to
Things turned bad
Nothing we can do

No one to blame
Never the same

Take care my friend
Things get right in the end
You've been the best
This case is rest

IN MY CRADLE

When the wind softly blows
In the trees of my hometown
I feel there's an angel taking me
Up when I'm down

When I remember
The faces I love
Queens and kings of my fable
I'm home in my cradle

And when I come back sometimes
To those places beloved
I breathe just to hold once again
My own flesh and blood

Through the sand set in years
Through the spaces and time
Nothing changes in that place
It's safe and it's mine

They taught me to stand tall
To reach and to give
To pick myself up when I fall
To love and believe

I live to pay them back
For all that they did
And all I am and all I got
Gotta bring them relief

Take me back to that place
Hold me tight in your arms
Welcome back your long gone son
With trumpets and drums

(pentru orashul meu natal si pentru familia mea)

NACHAM


Hey now, don't be afraid
If you can believe
You'll be your own relief
Wait for a while
Save your smile, save your faith
Keep it straight

'Cause God will change his mind
Letting you find
That what you thought was lost
Is coming back
God will change his mind
Take a look inside
Forget about your doubt
Just let it out

Nothing is settled, nothing is planned
Nothing is what it seems
In the end
When you're down and the world stays dark
Just train your eyes to see the light

'Cause God will change his mind
Letting you find
That what you thought was lost
Is coming back
'Cause God changes his mind
Leave your fears behind
You gotta believe in
The prize you'll recieve

When...when will we learn
That we can change
What can't be changed
When will we find
That we can find
Our peace of mind

NOTE:

The Hebrew word "nacham" (pronounced nawkam) is almost always translated into English as "change one's mind." However, careful study reveals that this is the proper meaning in only a few Scriptural circumstances. It does not automatically mean to change one's mind or repent.

Nacham can have several meanings, but it generally means to turn or change direction, though it can mean to change one's mind. It contains no association with wrongdoing, though it can suggest pity or making a change with a heavy sigh. Translations which automatically interpret this as saying that God "changed His mind" are not necessarily wrong, but incomplete. The King James Version translated 'nacham' as "repented," but the meaning of that word has changed so much over the past 500 years. Today, repentance is always associated with erroneous behavior that is being corrected. In the 16th Century, the word "repent" had far less ominous undertones. Then, it simply meant to make a dramatic change in direction.


HALFWAY DOWN THE ROAD

I've sent a cab over tonight
So just pack your bags
And leave everything behind
But some hopes and rags

Take a fast train at the first class
Pour some red wine in your glass

Meet you halfway down the road
There's a milestone on the wayside
Growing old

Nomad romance takes the road again
With no remembrance of how it all began

Take a fast bus on the front seat
We've almost made it babe, it's time to meet

Meet you halfway down the road
There's a milestone on the wayside
Growing old
See you someday, down that line
There's a bus stop and I'll wait there
You'll be fine

NO MORE TIME

I got no more time
(I said) I got no more time
When you refuse to show
And I keep letting go

But still, this world keeps on turning
Yeah still, clocks ring in the morning
And still, it seems nothing is changing
But time has its way, you know

I got no more time
My songs run out of rhyme
When your flight home is delayed
And you take a long bus ride instead

But still, this world keeps on turning
Yeah still, clocks ring in the morning
And still, it seems nothing is changing
But time has its way, you know

Its way of turning wheels around
Taking you up from the mudy ground
It's gonna pay back (they say)
Alright then, let's just wait another day

But when your flight home is delayed
It's too late, love, you'll find me dead


RIGHT ALONG

Time's a vacuum cleaner
Sucks up the past
And you're my favorite sinner
I guess you knew all that

Right along
You knew all that
Right along

Time's a changing shore
With winds and tides
There's always more
I guess I felt all that

Right along
I felt all that
Right along

Give it a little time
Some room and space
To find what you need
And hoped about right along


ROCKIN' TIMES

Gotta find some peace of mind in this whole madness of the world
Wanna buy some piece of time though it seems everything is sold
Gonna drink a cup of faith to release remainings of a doubt
Gotta keep up with this race otherwise I'm left without

I'm aging wasting all the time
I'm drifting in these rockin' times

Nothing changes, no one does
In the end it's just a fuss
People's faces passing by
Their footsteps on the fly
Nothing changes, no one will
Patience is my toughest bill
Gonna pay it with a dime
These are rockin' times


TOUGH NUT TO CRACK

When a fist blows in my face
And the blood invades my mouth
I am pushed towards the edge
So they think I'll be knocked out

But I'm much stronger than they want
Just a tough nut to crack
I spit the blood then wash my face
And my cloths are all but black

Not afraid, not willing to fall down
I know there's nothing more than just a passing phase
When I'm trapped I remember a simple phrase

My father said:
"I'm not giving up
I'm just searching my own track"

Daddy's boy, you're on your own
Be yourself then turn himself
Prove the world that you have grown
Knock them out until the end


(pentru tata, un om cu o vointza uriasha ce niciodata nu se da batut)


TRANSLUCENCE

Diffuse, the border of our contours
Colours and skin-shaped patches blurry altogether
Faces can't get any closer than destruction
Still, never questioned if it'd be enough
To know the truth, trust in your youth
Only by looking at you, your crystalline, through you again.

I push my mouth harder against your own
Is it the fastest way to suck up and take in
Every word you see me listening to?
Me, unable to believe you. Is it punishable?

Then my cornered-smile shall be the reason
You forgive me for, or else, no choice than to turn my water
Into blood.

(scrisa de Aubergine, o fosta buna prietena)


VIENNESE

Leave your mother
Leave your home
Leave your father
Leave them all

Leave this country
Just leave a note
Break the news
Then take your coat

And meet me in Vienna

Spring begins, a train is waiting
We depend on what we choose
Pack your bags, the streets are playing
Don't forget your dancing shoes

And waltz me in Vienna


(pentru un orash care mi-a implinit un vis vechi de 8 ani, luandu-mi insa ca tribut o fata pe care o iubeam)

WITHOUT


Today the lottery said my ticket was a loser
I guess I'll try again the next week
Still can't get some girl to a walk in the park
Wasting bullets and cigs like a freak

The job routine becoming funny
The empty flat's pulling me down
I try to laugh seeing my name on
Some taxi cabs they drive in town

All those things are addin' up, crackin' up
All the bullshit in my life

While I'm waiting
Without knowing what I'm actually doing
Without knowing who I actually am
Write down my name

Friends from the past forget to call you
Lovers from the future forget to show
I've lost my taste, my sight, my senses
It's becoming clear it's my time to go

WORTH THE WAIT


I've seen'em all
Paid my dues, I rise and fall
Don't know if things change over time

I'll hold my breath, I'll take the step
Couldn't come to soon
I'm in the waiting room

Don't know when the sun rises
I just can guess what the tide will bring
Don't know why the sun sets
Over me

I'm aware that you need a lot of time to make up
Before coming out in the lights
But still, don't let me finish another pack of cigarettes
Don't let me out of sight

I'll roll the dice, I'll keep on dancing on thin ice
Don't know if ice melts over time
I'll hold my breath, I'll take the step
And I'll forgive another sunset

Don't know when the sun rises
I just can guess what the tide will bring
Don't know why the sun sets
Over me

Don't know when you'll finally walk
Out of that dressing room
Just hope I'll be able to say
It was worth the wait
That you put me through

Cooling the Brakes

Din nou in Ploiesti dupa o luna. S-au intamplat destule in perioada asta. S-au perindat optiuni care au nascut dileme dar care s-au rezolvat intre timp.
Ma simt bine. Iar pe foc acum fierbe cafeaua, pe care o voi bea cu tata. Dupa-masa revin in Bucuresti si cineva ma asteapta.
Cam atat. N-am ce sa scriu prea multe azi. Si, tzinand cont ca avem tendintza sa scriem mai mult la suparare, e si asta un semn bun. Life starts to be fine.

The Capital of Everywhere

New York. A lifetime dream for me. Suprema metropola. De cand vreau sa o vad...
Iar acum sunt foarte aproape sa fac asta. Am bani, am cu cine sa merg, mai trebuie sa obtin doar viza. Si voi incepe operatziunile foarte curand. Doamne ajuta.
O plimbare in Central Park, un urcush in Empire State Building, o vizita la Statuia Libertatzii, un escape prin puhoiul de lume din Times Square. O amintire la Ground Zero. O ratacire in Manhattan. Sau un vant care sa ma mangaie aspru pe Brooklyn Bridge. And those city lights and those sky scrapers, oh da...
Here I come, love. Let me dream.
Frankie, spune-o tu, in Re major.