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“First thought, best thought” era o princípio orientador da poesia de Allen Ginsberg: dar livre curso ao pensamento “espontâneo” sem necessidade de o filtrar através de disciplinas ou formas estéticas. David Tattersall, dos Wave Pictures, prefere citar Neil Young – “The more you think, the more you stink” – e, a propósito do último album, Brushes With Happines, acrescenta: “Gravámo-lo todo, ao vivo, numa pequena sala, durante uma noite de Janeiro, até de madrugada. Escutá-lo é como estar presente numa cerimónia, conduz-nos até aquele lugar. É como ser-nos dado a conhecer um segredo que emana de um grupo de pessoas num determinado ponto, no tempo e no espaço. Imensas bandas alegam ter gravado o seu Tonight’s The Night ou Astral Weeks, um álbum especial registado naquelas raras circunstâncias noturnas, livres de pressões, uma colecção de jams inspiradas. Na verdade, não foi isso que aconteceu. Passaram eternidades a aperfeiçoá-lo. Este nosso é autêntico. Uma improvisação genuinamente embriagada” (no original, em inglês, “a genuine shitfaced improvisation” soa bastante mais realista). 

O método foi, aliás, um pouco mais radical: quando entraram na “pequena sala”, existiam apenas os textos de David para as nove canções e nem um compasso de música. Tattersall (guitarra), Franic Rozycki (baixo) e Jonny Helm (bateria) teriam de se dedicar à descoberta das peças sonoras que faltavam ao "puzzle", sob a acção supostamente benfazeja dos estimulantes envolvidos. Já com Beer In The Breakers (2011) o plano fora idêntico: gravar num espaço “não muito maior do que uma mesa de sala de jantar”, com material emprestado por Darren Hayman (outra carta fora do baralho, responsável pela série em curso Thankful Villages), sem recorrer a "multitracking" nem "overdubs", em uma ou duas "takes". Desta vez, segundo a lenda, foi tudo à primeira "take". Publique-se a lenda. Porque, tenha acontecido rigorosamente assim ou não, o que importa é que a banda que, desde 2003, após dezasseis óptimos álbuns (e dezenas de colaborações) sem alguma vez ter ultrapassado a condição de “best kept secret”, produziu mais outro clássico confidencial de "words & music", instantâneos (“The little window that I look out of has a pleasing view, electricity pylons seem to be friendly with the trees”) e observações (“There’s something to be learnt from this burnt match”), aparições de Django Reinhardt, Jerry Lee Lewis e Peter Green, e a sombra, só a sombra dos blues.

"Rock and roll was indeed an extension of what was going on – the big swinging bands – Ray Noble, Will Bradley, Glenn Miller, I listened to that music before I heard Elvis Presley. But rock and roll was high energy, explosive and cut down. It was skeleton music, came out of the darkness and rode in on the atom bomb and the artists were star headed like mystical Gods. Rhythm and blues, country and western, bluegrass and gospel were always there – but it was compartmentalized – it was great but it wasn’t dangerous. Rock and roll was a dangerous weapon, chrome plated, it exploded like the speed of light, it reflected the times, especially the presence of the atomic bomb which had preceded it by several years. Back then people feared the end of time. The big showdown between capitalism and communism was on the horizon. Rock and roll made you oblivious to the fear, busted down the barriers that race and religion, ideologies put up. We lived under a death cloud; the air was radioactive. There was no tomorrow, any day it could all be over, life was cheap. That was the feeling at the time and I’m not exaggerating. (...) Jerry Lee Lewis came in like a streaking comet from some far away galaxy. Rock and roll was atomic powered, all zoom and doom. It didn’t seem like an extension of anything but it probably was" (B. Dylan)

Happy 75th birthday, Bob! (III)

"(...) I learned lyrics and how to write them from listening to folk songs. And I played them, and I met other people that played them, back when nobody was doing it. Sang nothing but these folk songs, and they gave me the code for everything that's fair game, that everything belongs to everyone. For three or four years, all I listened to were folk standards. I went to sleep singing folk songs. I sang them everywhere, clubs, parties, bars, coffeehouses, fields, festivals. And I met other singers along the way who did the same thing and we just learned songs from each other. I could learn one song and sing it next in an hour if I'd heard it just once. (...) 

Last thing I thought of was who cared about what song I was writing. I was just writing them. I didn't think I was doing anything different. I thought I was just extending the line. Maybe a little bit unruly, but I was just elaborating on situations. Maybe hard to pin down, but so what? A lot of people are hard to pin down and you’ve just got to bear it. In a sense everything evened itself out. (...) 

Ahmet Ertegun didn't think much of my songs, but Sam Phillips did. Ahmet founded Atlantic Records. He produced some great records: Ray Charles, Ruth Brown, LaVerne Baker, just to name a few. There were some great records in there, no doubt about it. But Sam Phillips, he recorded Elvis and Jerry Lee, Carl Perkins and Johnny Cash. Radical artists that shook the very essence of humanity. Revolutionaries with vision and foresight. Fearless and sensitive at the same time. Revolution in style and scope. Radical to the bone. Songs that cut you to the bone. Renegades in all degrees, doing songs that would never decay, and still resound to this day. Oh, yeah, I'd rather have Sam Phillips' blessing any day (...)" (Bob Dylan, MusiCares Person of the Year 2015 award's acceptance speech)