Sunday at Bob's #36 - Evening Ode To The Night

Hello and welcome again
For yet another episode
For yet another hour
Of pleasure in music
Empty your head, empty your brain 

 

Let us begin
This evening ode
To the hours of full power
Half of the day, half of the week
Half of life, we imagine

We lose our chains at night
And witness explode
What was kept under cover
As long as the sun metallic
Had us on sight

So today, and just for you
We have a selection of songs that showed
Interest to be listened to in the obscure
Tender, enigmatic
Mystic night, with no light in dark blue

Here we go

Jordi Savall introduces us to the noble
Sound of Sephardic folk
Timeless treasure
For which I translated the lyrics
With the help of Google:

Sleep, sleep beautiful maiden
Sleep, sleep without craving and pain
It is your slave that you want so much
See you in a dream with great love.

Feel, my joy, to the sound of my guitar
Feel, angel, my ills on my face
Worth a little to look me in the face
If you don't look at me, you're going to kill me.

There are three years that my soul suffers
For you jewel my pretty lady
I don't sleep or night or day
Those who suffer from Anguisia the Guiya

We then travel all the way to Turkey

To enter the room, tiptoed

Observe wonderful creatures

Shadows cast on the wall's bricks

Let ourselves carried by the musique Soufie

The sound of a coin brings us back

People sang like wolfs howled

A bowl in the hand, a hand in the pocket, what a strange posture

Round metal on round ceramic

Round dance for one minute to the next track

Get off my ladder, don't make me shadow

Sing from Colombia, whose voices unload

Preserved secrets, untouched flowers

Tales of the Pacific

The Grupo Canalón de Timbiquí lets grow

 

For the second time here

The soft sound borrowed

To Zanmari Baré by our speakers

Enlighten our bi-weekly musical picnic

Maloya, it is always a thrill to hear

We enter night's exciting part and

For that we get on the road

To Liberia, to Kenya and their beautiful guitar players

Percussions, guitar and sticks

Is all they need to leave us us enchanted

Williamu Osale, Euphene Cooper, Grebo,

An Ashanti group and now Bounaly have us bestowed

Their sound so intimate it's like we're there

Hidden when they play we sneak a peak

And try not to forget before we go

The songs that link now and then

Metá Metá from a branch of river Amazon

With melodies as made from its water

Play the music unique

The songs that links us and them

And then of course jazz

With Max Roach and Mélanie de Biasio in person

For two last songs before it's over

And we return to our pathetic

Or very exciting everyday lifes

I am not gonna lie

Writing this article showed

My limits, I reckon the previous one was better

I reckon the next one will be less cryptic

Because I cant' over-try

At least I hope you enjoy the playlist

I am going back to civilian-mode

I see you in two weeks, sauf erreur

Check out before 10h30, don't be a dick

The receptionist

 

Playlist:

 

1. Jordi Savall - Durme, Hermosa Donzella
2. Nezih Uzel; Kudsi Erguner - Taksim makam ussak, ney, ussak ilâhî
3. Streichmusik Alder - Appenzeller-Zäuerli mit Talerschwingen
4. Canalon de Timbiqui - Quítate de Mi Escalera
5. Zanmari Baré - Lilet zoranze
6. Williamu Osale - Vijana Niwambie
7. Grebo - Kru Song with Guitar
8. Euphene Cooper - All For You
9. Ashanti Group - Ashanti: Percussion, Sticks, Guitar
10. Bounaly - Soko
11. Metá Metá - Man Feriman
12. Max Roach - The Drum Also Waltzes
13. Melanie de Biasio - Sweet Darling Pain
 

Sunday at Bob's #35 - Tambour de Ville

Hello everybody
And welcome back
Sit comfortably
Ears open, fingers cracked

For this post shall be
Unlike the others
In its entirety
Written with flowers

Once too many
Have I apologized
For delaying my duty
Disorganized

So for this time
I have decided
The article should rhyme
For it to be broadcasted

If it is the curse of lyricists
I pretend to write about, in admiration
To match meaning and aesthetics
In songs of their creation

Then, to be fully forgiven
I have been told by a witch
This blog shall endure the same
Or forever perish

Without further ado
And to shorten the torment
Let me present to you
Today’s playlist (fuck it)

We have Glenn Jones for the beggining
Because it is out of the question
To leave here without hearing
The Last Passenger Pigeon

After him you will hear or will have heard
Jean C. Roché and Pierre Palengat recording
A blackbird
Often mistaken with a starling

I shall take a break to congratulate
Myself. If I don’t who will?
For having found on the internet
This plaisir tranquille

We go on with William Penn
Oh! that story is good
If only it wasn’t such a pain
To tell it the way I should

Gods! I beg of you
Release me from this spell
And if there is anything I can do…
No? alright well

In June 1978
was held an exhibition
I heard it was great
At the Renwick Gallery of the National Collection of Fine Arts, Smithonian Institution

It was called The Harmonious Craft: American Musical Instruments
It included unique and esoteric handcrafted…
Musical instruments
With them, an album was made

From that album was taken
A song that never ceases to amaze
I listen to it every now and then
Reflections in a Plastic Vase

Il fait dimanche quand tu souris
And your smile I rob
What better tribute can there be
From something called Sunday at Bob

Il fait dimanche et tous les jours
Each and everytime you smile to me
C’est la revanche de l’amour
Is quoting a form of trickery?

Then we have the kind of song I live for
William Ferris documented
A musician from Leland and his guitar
Singing a love song he created

Sometimes Art only needs for understanding
Like a cake needs a mouth to be eaten
Eyes for watching, ears for hearing
Sometimes the rational brain is a burden

Is it because we need it to make things
That it wants to be part of their experience
That it wants to explain the feelings
Which it cannot taste in silence?

Let’s leave here
these considerations for now
For from the album Slither, Soar & Disappear
Is taken the next song and… wow

What an album
Josh Kimbrough
What an album
Bravo

Witch? Gods?
My mothertongue is not English
And I am runing out of words…
It might be tough to finish

No?
Sure?
No?
Sure...

Let’s see
With who the playlist continues
With Ikue Asazaki
And her heart ripping blues

Followed by an amazing
Though ended abruptly
Piece of bottle blowing
By Louis Dotson from Mississipi

Which itself is followed
By dancable music from Ellada
When it is so complicated to go abroad
How heart warming is Laika

Mi mou to malonete
You rascal you
Nous irons dancer tout l’été
To koritsatki mou

We stay in Greece the mystic and the jolly
With the intense and disturbing
Solo Tsifteteli
And Giorgos Mangas’ heavy breathing

The two next songs are the result
Of an endless analogy
Bothering me as an adult
Between Berber music of my childhood and music from Ethiopie*

The song Soussia
Refering to a Berber woman from the Sous region
Offers this particular enigma
For which I have no solution

It begins as a regular berber song
Pentatonic, inviting
Only to end in arabic fashion
In the manner of songs played at weddings

What to say about Mohamed Sulieman?
And the wonderful music of Sudan
I first heard with Abu Obaida Hassan
A most fascinating musician

To end on the same note as we started
And by the way this has been interesting
We finish with Jack Rose’s inspired
And beautiful guitar playing

I can’t believe this has been done
But that’s it for today’s playlist
Oh, and by 10h30 you should be gone
The receptionist

*pronounced in French

Playlist

1. Glenn Jones - The Last Passenger Pigeon
2. Jean C. Roché/Pierre Palengat - Merle noir
3. William Penn - Reflections in a Plastic Vase
4. Henri Salvador - Il fait dimanche
5. Leland Musician - Darlin' Why You Treat Me So?
6. Josh Kimbrough - Glowing Treetops
7. Ikue Asazaki - Ahagari
8. Louis Dotson - Bottle Blowing
9. Μυ μου το μαλονετε -
10. Giorgos Mangas - Solo Tsifteteli
11. Aster Aweke - Tchewata
12. Various Artists - Soussia
13. Mohamed Sulieman - Haatuff
14. Jack Rose - Tree In The Valley