Paco de Lucia - Palenque
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- Опубліковано 5 тра 2014
- Paco de Lucia - Palenque
Interpretes:
Paco de Lucía
Larry Coyrell
John McLaughlin
Castro Marin- 1987 -Uno de los discos menos conocidos de la extensa obra del algecireño, y que integra algunos números que incluirá meses después en su disco de 1981 Solo quiero Caminar... con el Sexteto. Aquí participan en dos temas John McLaughlin y Larry Coryell con quienes venía Paco dando algunos conciertos en formato de trío virtuoso, idea promovida por el manager de Paco Barry Marshall a finales de 1978 (Al Di Meola sustituiría poco después a Larry Coryell).
Tras una gira americana en 1981, Paco grabó 7 números en Tokio entre los días 25 y 27 de diciembre de 1980. Se trata de una preparación de Solo quiero caminar...en formato para guitarra sola, a dúo con la guitarra acústica de Larry Coryell en Convite, y en trío, uniéndose McLaughlin con una guitarra acústica de doce cuerdas en Palenque. Los otros cinco números los hace Paco sólo (en general doblándose en otra pista).
Castro Marín es el nombre del pueblo natal de su madre, Luzía, la portuguesa, localidad fronteriza con España en la desembocadura del río Guadiana. Es este disco también un recuerdo a su queridísima madre. En 1998 vendrá otro íntegramente dedicado a ella.
Se agradece escuchar a Paco en este tema desconocido. Muchas gracias.
I've loved this album since I was a kid and this was my favorite track from the beginning.
コリエルのプレイが光る
技術的には色々あるがこのスパニッシュなサウンドに一人ジャズやロックの彩りを添えて豊かなサウンドにしている
♫ Don’t Fly Mr. Bluebird I’m Just Walking Down The Road ♫
(From Blue Sky by the Allman Brothers)
One fine Spring day I was walking down the road, coming back from the morning’s mushroom hunt.
I saw a couple of horses, horsing around, and one kicking the other in the butt.
Up until that day I was an angry young man, born ‘mad at the world’ they say.
Which was why I was really there this time, looking for a different day.
I had nothing much good to say about anything, even when things were fine.
I could always find something to complain about, just about all the time.
I’d take a standoffish view, and show I was different, and that I wasn’t going along with the rest.
I’d always try to do something off key and disharmonious, just when others were doing their best.
I drew lots of attention, to myself, by going against the grain.
“Enfant horrible” is what they called me in France, even though I lived in Spain.
I held a record for being thrown out of everywhere, almost everywhere I ever went.
I was even thrown out of a whole town once: “Out of town by sunset!” they meant.
One fine Spring day in Palenque, when I was walking down the road, the veil finally lifted off me, and I saw a new world unfold.
For the first time ever, at the age of 23, the world was indeed beautiful, and my eyes indeed could see.
The veil that was on and over my eyes, was taken off and went to, the man in dis guise . . .
The veil that came off me was my body, and all the information that it contained, given to me by my parents, and so it was pre-ordained.
I then had no body, and was an angel, naked in a new found land, nowhere to live but in God, like a monk and a nun, you understand.
Our body is the world we live in, we’re like little people inside rib cages, everything we see and say about ‘the world’, is not exactly the wisdom of sages.
One person says: “The air is polluted” and has infected lungs.
Another one says: “The rivers are dirty” and poisoned is his blood.
Lots of people prophesize that: “The world will end”, but it’s their own personal doom they’re foreseeing, and a pity others follow their trend!!
Perpetually angry I was, living inside my parents’ body.
Perpetually angry I was, living in my parents’ world.
The body my parents gave me was mortal, it was taken away from me that day.
Then I was born inside an immortal world, and with gratitude I did say.
I could then work on copying it, and obtaining a similar body myself.
In the womb I thought I was copying them - as they reproduced themselves.
‘Born again in Christ’ is the usual expression for this, and the cure for being born half-baked.
One more reincarnation should do it, though it doesn’t need his namesake.
This is the action of the psilocybin mushroom, and these are the effects they have.
They take your body away, and leave your physical health for last.
They spiritualize you, and that’s their point, and that’s what they’re doing here.
Some find them preferable to priests and missionaries, and they certainly cause no fear.
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“Who planted them?”
“How did they get here??”
“Where did the spores come from???”
“Originally from buried Holy Men.”
“It’s a fungus that grew on them.”
“Why did they die if they were so holy?”
“They left their bodies here when they reincarnated, and chose to be reborn again as babies, instead of fixing the bodies they had.”
“Thus their bodies held the knowledge of reincarnation in them.”
“And as their bodies decomposed a fungus was formed on them that later became Psilocybe mexicana.”
“And if and when people eat these mushrooms, they feel just like those buried Holy Men did, not fixing their bodies, becoming angels instead, and then having new and better bodies formed by them under the tutelage of new consciously chosen parents . . . “
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Ole, Paco de Lucía ,John Mc Laughlin & Larry Coryell great guitars avant garde fusion👏👏👏
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*This may mean that if Magic Johnson or Kareem Abdul Jabbar score enough dunks - you can plant their socks!!
(Or foul shots!)