Cada semana hacen conciertos de improvisación con la crème de la crème de la escena neoyorquina (todos amiguetes de los dueños, que tienen pinta de ser unas buenas personas irreductibles). ¡Debe ser un auténtico lujo!, porque dado el espacio libre tienes que estar al lado de los músicos. Hablar de cercanía es poco ;-)
Tienen una lista de correo a través de la cual envían un mensaje semanal con las novedades del mundillo, cosas de segunda mano, etc. Por si te interesa.
Pero a lo que iba. El comienzo de una de sus últimas newletters contenía un "mensaje" tras la letra de una canción de Van Morrison que me pareció que es muy acorde con la impresión que me dejó la media hora que estuve una vez con Bruce. Que te juro que se apellida Lee: Bruce Lee.
¡Larga vida a esta gente y a su tienda de discos y a los músicos que "albergan"!
“Cleaning Windows” by Van Morrison
Oh, the smell of the bakery from across the street
got in my nose
as we carried our ladders down the street
with the wrought-iron gate rows
i went home and listened to jimmie rodgers in my lunch-break
bought five woodbines at the shop on the corner
and went straight back to work.
Oh, sam was up on top
and i was on the bottom with the v
we went for lemonade and paris buns
at the shop and broke for tea
i collected from the lady
and i cleaned the fanlight inside-out
i was blowing saxophone on the weekend
in that down joint.
What's my line?
i'm happy cleaning windows
take my time
i'll see you when my love grows
baby don't let it slide
i'm a working man in my prime
cleaning windows (number a hundred and thirty-six)
I heard leadbelly and blind lemon
on the street where i was born
sonny terry, brownie mcghee,
muddy waters singin' "i'm a rolling stone"
i went home and read my christmas humphreys' book on zen
curiosity killed the cat
kerouac's "dharma bums" and "on the road"
What's my line?
i'm happy cleaning windows
take my time
i'll see you when my love grows
baby don't let it slide
i'm a working man in my prime
cleaning windows...
The above song, “Cleaning Windows” first appeared on a Van Morrison album called ‘Beautiful Vision’ from 1982. It is one of my favorite songs ever and it captures something special. I made a mix cassette in the early 1980’s that I used to listen to in my car over & over. The 90 minute cassette contained perhaps 30 roots rock songs that made me feel good due to the positive energy the generated. The music, the words, the feeling they got across. It also consisted of songs from Maria Muldaur (1st album), Tim Buckley, Richard Thompson, Lloyd Cole, Paul Butterfield’s Better Days, Dr. John, Little Feat, Roy Harper… That tape and the car (Subaru hatchback) that I played it in are long gone, but I still remember most of the songs in the sequence on that tape. I have been thinking about the way a song or album can transport us somewhere else, inspire us, make us smile, laugh, get angry or even cry. Sometimes the harsh reality of the daily grind is just too much so when I go home I play at least one album which will make me feel like a human being who is part of a larger family. I have been going out of my way to talk to my neighbors, strangers on the train or subway or streets, just to be friends. We need to reach out and realize that we are all connected and not alone. Say hello to someone you don’t know, flash them a smile, shake their hand or give them a hug. It will both of us feel better to be alive. Peace & Love from Brother Bruce
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