Zeynep Ankara: Music

One for Shakira lovers... Pssssttt, psssttt, Gord!! I swear I will remove you from my list!

Thu, 09 Oct 2008 16:33:47 GMT

Today's picture!

Wed, 25 Jun 2008 06:47:00 GMT

Maybe some of my old explore friends know, I am a U2 fan. So I am a member of some U2 fan clubs. I got a news from one of them this morning and want to share with you:

"Pic: 1976 Gibson Explorer Guitar. U2's the Edge used this guitar in many stage performances since the U2 album 'Joshua Tree' (est. $80,000 and up). . * THE EDGE DONATES MUSIC TRINKETS TO AUCTION. U2 guitarist THE EDGE is donating music memorabilia from his personal collection to charity, in a bid to raise cash to replace musical equipment destroyed in 2005's Hurricane Katrina.. The rocker - real name David Evans - will donate several items, including two guitars, to the second annual Icons of Music sale.. The money raised from the event will go to The Edge's charity, Music Rising, which aims to preserve the rich musical culture in New Orleans, Louisiana by replacing instruments lost in the atrocity.. The charity, which the star created in 2005, with record producer Bob Ezrin and Gibson Guitar Corporation's chairman Henry Juszkiewicz, has provided grants to replace instruments and equipment for 2,700 professional musicians and 50,000 students and church parishioners to date.. The 31 May (08) sale, to be held by Hollywood's Julien's Auctions at New York's Hard Rock Cafe, will also feature guitars played by late rocker Kurt Cobain, Slash and Johnny Cash, as well as a trumpet played by Miles Davis, and handwritten notes by Bob Dylan.. The Edge says, There's something powerful about musicians giving instruments they own to an auction to aid musicians who are going through a particularly difficult time.. A lot of musicians were forced to leave the city, leaving behind their instruments and record collections, everything they needed to do what they do.. The kind of organic community music academy that was so supportive of handing down the traditions of this music from generation to generation was really vulnerable. (CAM/WNWCAG/MT)"

Whatisyourprotestsong?

Wed, 07 Nov 2007 10:23:31 GMT

I bottomed out again! Everything is going to crap in my life. I couldn't sleep well, no reason. I listened opera a little in the morning, no, it is not for today. Pavarotti and his grumbling voice didn't touch my heart this time. "Mama... Mamma..." So? Then what? Maybe Talking Heads? Okay, Road to Nowhere! Hah, it is a song just for today... I played a little Solitaire. Hımmm, it was good, I felt quiet again. Well... Then I heard a weird noisy sometime but went on to my Solitaire. A little later, I heard a big noisy this time from the kitchen. I ran to the kitchen and saw that cornice is broken, the curtains are all on the ground. Hımmm, it is a nice day and life is beautiful!

Now it is time to listen some protest songs!

Let's see, what is life in Korn's eyes:

Please, please tell me, how is your day...

Please tell me what is your protest song nowadays?

I am not okay but please you all be okay, lol...

Lol...

Listen to great music!

Sun, 28 Oct 2007 10:37:50 GMT

The clocks went back one hour today and I think it will be a long day, lol. I would sleep more this morning but couldn't. Some internet, then a lazy breakfast, then some internet again. Maybe a good cooking for dinner later. I have some drafts for my blog, maybe I will revise with some new photos from my camera. I don't know why, I lost my interest to take some photographs, as some of the other things. Nothing but music is indispensable in this chaotic world; it is beyond of the chaos maybe. To listen to the music is an effective way to save the soul and mind. A good music is a religion for me like some good relationships, as I said before. If you bored some relations only for show, go a music you like, you will be more healty for sure. To run from some cold and hot wars, to run from some duplicity, from some nonsense things, from lie and false, from noise, go music. Anyhow, "nothing is real" in this "strawberry fields", lol... And just this moment, "Sweet" on the air. The song is "Love is like oxygen". So I closed my all windows in this sunny day, lol, lol... I will listen to the Rock.Com in this long day. It is a great radio; no limit, you can listen for hours; no talking between songs; no verbal advertisements; just some great classic and other rock songs! My favorite is classic. HERE IT IS...

Luciano Pavarotti

Thu, 06 Sep 2007 18:06:43 GMT

Good bye Luciano!

* Above all, I am an opera singer. This is how people will remember me.

* Everything is new. Every night is new. Our profession is very exciting for that reason.

* For me, music making is the most joyful activity possible, the most perfect expression of any emotion.

* He wants only to rest and to have a little peace.

* I am open to everything.

* I haven't seen the Elton John, but I have seen Rent on many occasions.

* I know one second before if is not going well. Absolutely. I feel it.

* I smoke cigar in the summertime. Probably in three months, 10 cigar.

* I travel a lot, of course. A lot of time in the hotel, a lot of time on the plane.

* I want to reach as many people as possible with the message of music, of wonderful opera.

* I was suffering myself. Probably my wife suffer more, but I don't think so. I suffer a lot.

* I'm a perfectionist, and I always think that I can do better what I have done, even if it's good.

* My father is a tenor, and my mother is a very sensitive lady, very sensible. They gave me both their quality.

* My father died last year, unfortunately, with a tenor voice, and he was singing beautifully until the last day of his life.

Foo Fighters - The Pretender

Fri, 31 Aug 2007 14:20:23 GMT

They were high school years. Our school was always busy about anarchy. So it was closed so many times. When the school was open, we used to study tensely. As for me, I never liked politics. If you look at my 2006 archive, (Look At The Monkey's Backside! -to be apolitic, to be detached-), you will see how I was a politic person, lol. In fact, I couldn't be any side in life. I wanted to be a side sometimes but couldn't. I had so many friends from every side and it was not easy to live like that. Left, right, up or down were all same for me. And also soldier, police, guilty or victim sometimes were all same. Maybe I have to write an essay about it.

One day, some old students came to our school and announced boycott. We all walked to a big street and sat down. We sat there I think for hours. Some groups were singing some politic songs. I and a few friends were joking with another and smoking. Then we began to get bored. Politic songs, jokes, cigarettes came to an end and I said "What are we waiting for? Let's go anymore." A friend said "No, we can't. Whenever old students say it, we can do then." Old students were very honorable for all us. Because they were going to university and to be a university student should be very important. Lol...

Sometime, I saw that a girl friend has a ladded her stocking. I laughed and said "Run!" An other friend had flung to her a live cigarette before... We all laughed, then an electric silence began. We were tired and distressed anymore. I remember I held down and mused. After a little while, I felt a chaos. Everybody was dispersing, somehow the cops had come from every side streets, but I was still sitting. One moment, I turned aside, looked at up and saw a cop who raised his cosh to my head. I remember that we looked at to another for a few moment, I don't know how I was looking at him, he froze up, his cosh hovered, I was still sitting, suddenly he turned about and began to cosh some students which are trying to run. I stood up and began to walk, I was just walking slowly, I had no fear, just boredom, somebody was hitting me while they were running, I was just walking slowly. I came home and slept. That day, so many students had injured, most of them kept under arrest. Our school closed I think a few weeks again.

While I watching Foo Fighters' latest official video The Pretender, I remembered this memory. Maybe it is excited to be against cops for so many students, but no, it was not to me...

Foo Fighters - The Pretender

keep you in the dark you know they all pretend
keep you in the dark and saw it all begin

send in your skeletons
sing as the bones come marchin' in again
the knee you buried deep
the secrets that you keep are ever ready, are you ready?

I'm finished making sense
done pleading ignorance
that whole defense
spending this energy
but the wheel thats spinnin' me is never ending, never ending
same ol' story

what if I say you're not like the others
what if I you're not just another one
look at your face, you're the pretender
what if I say I'll never surrender x2

in time I'm so I'm told
I'm just another soul for sale, oh well
the pages I repress
they are not permanent, they are temporary, same ol story

what if I say you're not like the others
what if I you're not just another one
look at your face, you're the pretender
what if I say I'll never surrender x2

I'm the voice inside your head you refuse to hear
I'm the face you have to face mirroring yourself
I'm whats left, I'm whats right, I'm the enemy
I'm the hand that takes you down and brings you to your knees

so who are you, yeah who are you, yeah who are you, yeah who are you
even in the dark, you know they all pretend

what if I say you're not like the others
what if I you're not just another one
look at your face, you're the pretender
what if I say I'll never surrender

what if I say you're not like the others
(even in the dark, you know they all pretend)
what if I you're not just another one
(even in the dark, you know they all pretend)
look at your face, you're the pretender
(even in the dark, you know they all pretend)
what if I say I'll never surrender x3

so who are you
yeah who are you
yeah who are you
yeah who are you...

(CLICK HERE TO SEE THE TRUTH)

My endless love...

Fri, 27 Jul 2007 09:38:49 GMT

It is really hot and humid summer days. I feel like a fish all day. The days are too long and too short. I feel lazy but have to do so many things. Most of all, who will iron those washed clothes? People need more clean dresses in hot summer days...

I stayed with my grandparents in my childhood, especially in summers. I remember some hot and long days in the garden. They put me to the bed under a tree every noon and I didn't like it. I didn't use to sleep, just used to think a few hours, until they call me. One day, I heard some strange noises from a neighbour's house. They were my grandparent's tenant. The house was noisy and very crowdy. One of my friends' father had just come from Germany and they were all happy for it. My grandmother said "You can go, if you want". I felt glad for this permission and ran to the water pump directly. My grandmother said "What are you doing?" I said "I will wash my hair!" I washed my hair and dried against the sun, with combing with my fingers. My grandmother watched me with laughing. I was always a weird child for her. Maybe I was, I don't know. But the other ones always had been important for me. Clean hair, clean finger nails, white teeth... Nobody teached me them, I just knew, anyways...

I went to my friend's house. Her father was sitting on the rug and all urchins were around him. There was a cassette recorder and the man was recording their voices one by one. Finally, it was my turn and I began to sing. Sometime, my friend's father said "What a nice voice you have!" I was very shy -sometimes still I am, funny me-, so stopped singing and ran away from there... It was the first time to seeing a tape recorder. By the way, I have an ear for music and it is very easy and normal for me. My brain can record every detail musical notes...

Then, I remember some listening to the radio nights. My maternal aunt too divorced as my mother and we were living together sometime. There was a big radio and it was very valuable at home. When some radio plays began, we all children used to go near it and listen to the play carefully. No, I didn't use to think that there are some little people in it, hahaha!!

When my father and mother made peace again, we were a real family anymore. We had a radiogram and so many discs. Shirley Bassey, Aretha Franklin, Frank Sinatra... It was really great! I am still keeping that radiogram. When my father left our house suddenly and silently, he had left it. He had just taken his clothes and books with two luggage. I always wondered why men leave most of their things when they separated. Also, my husband, left his everything to the shoes. I scooped all his things in a corner at home and they stayed I thing four years there. Then, I distributed them to some people. No, I don't think he thought he could come back. They just made me feel ill at ease.

Then, high school years... I had some nice radios, tape recorders... Especially walkman was a miracle. Music was one of the most important thing in my life. I studied with music, walked, rested, had fun... I cried with music, laught also with it. I listened Bohemian Rhapsody again and again with my first boy friend. I separated from one of my boy friend in a rock bar. I met the other one in a rock bar again. I loved to listen Deep Purple with my ex-husband. I ran away from him while listening Pink Floyd. Then long walkings with walkman. Should I Stay or Should I Go in my ears... I always walked with music in my life. It kept me afoot more than the other things. Not friends, not books, not family, just music.

Now we have some state-of-the-art technologies to listen to the music. Internet also. There are so many internet radios we can reach easily. You know my Virgin Radio love. I think it is my endless love in music. I made peace with this radio weeks ego. I don't know did they make peace with me too. But I am top ten (3rd) at VR blogs now... again. I know I have a slut brain. I am what I am, what can I do? I couldn't give it up forever; my anger passed off and clicked on Virgin Radio one day, it went on just in that way. Blogging also, While I was looking at one of my friend's blog, I couldn't resist and left a comment. I have a slut keyboard! Now I realised that so many bloggers are still loving me there. And I need somebody's love. I have a slut heart, what can I do... My second option is Rock.Com. It is a really nice classic rock radio. I can leave my everything but my radios never! I am not alone with music, I am happy with it.

Still alive...

Thu, 19 Jul 2007 11:09:31 GMT

The Golden Years of Rock Music

1960 - 1980

BRIAN JONES - The Rolling Stones (1942-1969)... Satisfaction, The Last Time, As Tears, Go By, Time Is On My Side, It's All Over Now, Tell Me, 19th Nervous Breakdown, Heart Of Stone, Get Off My Cloud, Not Fade Away, Good Times Bad Times, Play With Fire...

JANIS JOPLIN (1943-1970) Combination Of The Two, I Need a Man to Love, Summertime, Piece of My Heart, Turtle Blues, Oh Sweet Mary, Ball And Chain, Magic of Love...

JIMMY HENDRIX (1942-1970) Hey Joe, Purple Haze, The Wind Cries Mary...

JIM MORRISON - The Doors (1943-1971) (IQ=149) (Einstein's IQ=145) An American Prayer, Riders On The Strom, The End, Break On Through, Light My Fire, Strange Days, People Are Strange, Spanish Caravan, The Cristal Ship, Love Me Two Times...

KURT COBAIN - Nirvana (1967-1994) Tourette's, You Know You Are Rıght, Smells Like Teen Spirit, Molly's Lips...

Shakira's IQ?..

Mon, 02 Jul 2007 11:36:44 GMT

Who cares about it?.. I care. Her IQ is 140 according to a news. When I saw her on TV at first years ego, I said "Wow, this girl is very clever!" And now I see my guess was correct. To use an own body like this is a genius work. According to that news, she learned the ABC on her 17th months, reckoned on her 3rd and composed her first song on her 7th. She is speaking just 5 languages and has 4 Grammy awards. Shakira is a clever girl but has no time to have an academic training. If she stops for a rest, she will have, lol.

Shakira is a person of mixed blood. And this characteristic is making her creativeness extraordinary by no means. Her likes are including some different diversity too. English rock music (1960's and 1980's) is Shakira's favorite in her youth. Led zeppelin, Pink Floyd and Cure posters on her room walls... And then, alas, weird fate, she slides to the pop music... She is grinding her date from move off. Nobody had teached her how to grind but now she is a star of high shows. And she is living a high explosion with her audience while the show. Shakira is dancing with her all body on the stage. How a brain is this, can give orders to all organs of a body in a flash non-stop. Besides, Shakira is singing at the same time. And Shakira is smiling rarely...

The world knows well two Colombians now: Novelist Gabriel Garcia Marquez and Shakira... Their country is falling on hard times with civil war. It is a country of contrasts. Maybe a novelist like Marquez and a cocaine baron (Pablo Escobar), besides an artist like Shakira can come side by side in a country like this.

Shame on you!

Tue, 15 May 2007 19:40:10 GMT

When I listened them at Virgin Radio at first, I had burst into tears. You can see the song's title on Virgin Radio player (my damn 3)! I looked at the title right away. But no, there was no title. I listened so many times that song later at the radio, but no title still. I had burst with curiosity. I looked at Google with some of sentences of the song, but no, I couldn't find anything. Then I gave up my curiosity and just listened whenever I met this song. Finally, they gave the group's and song's name: Rise by Ben's Brother. I said YES! YEEES!!!

You may listen Ben's Brother here:

ROCK ON!

"THE MUSIC WE ALL LOVE!"

Wed, 09 May 2007 19:10:47 GMT

My radio is this, as I said before. But I am listening to an other rock radio just now. I like to listen rock music while I write something. Maybe you remember, I had some troubles to listen to the Virgin Radio. Their player2 began to not work a few days ego. And also, I couldn't listen any internet radios that days. I thought that was maybe a computer mirror or something like that. Last weekend I tried to do so many things to listen my radio. I downloaded Internet Explorer 7.0 at first, then Flash Player and some other things for Virgin Radio. Everything was clear but I couldn't listen it online again. It was very frustrated for me. I have some habituations, I think I am a little obsessed about them. Anyway. I burned the mid life oil but gave up to try Virgin Radio with a confused head that night. Ok, maybe the other day would be good, who knows. I woke up with a strange dream towards the morning. It was Virgin Radio's third player in my dream, the newest one I mean, a loading icon on it, and a sentence under the icon. It is saying: "Give water to the Flash Player." Omg! I wrote this sentence right away to not forget and slept again. But then, still, I couldn't fix the problem to listen to the radio. Yesterday, a friend of mine came and tried to do something to fix the problem and saw that my Flash Player had downloaded but hadn't activated yet. He activated the Flash Player and I could listen to my radio. I should have known that it meant "Activate the Flash Player." Yesterday was great, I could listen it without trouble. But today, my radio failed the class again. It is 14 years old anymore. I think it is rolling from virginity to woman, lol. Or maybe my demon will say "Give beer to the Flash Player!" tonight. Then what? Cognac?.. All the kidding aside, I think if there are SOME advertisementS, my player(3) is belting up! If it is no advertisement, my radio is speaking, HUH!

rock on...

Wed, 13 Dec 2006 11:25:05 GMT

MCR

gogol bordello

Fri, 15 Sep 2006 09:04:12 GMT

When I watch them for the first time on MTV, I had completely bewildered... As if, all rules had gone out of use from my mind in a flash and I felt fear... anger... mutiny... and then tread on air... delirium... finally I had some emotional insanity I think. Actually I am a harmony person. When I got bored from something, I go either rock music or opera. I swerve on purpose with them. Still, I feel in safety both of that kind of musics. But...

What's the hell this Gipsy Punk now?!!!

This kind of music can really swerves every one easily and it can be a "one way ticket" to the top of an active volcano. Yes, I know. I experiented. I don't suggest.

I was off colour, I was tired, I just can watch tv cursorily... But as soon as I see and listen them, my vacant stares came to life, my blood began to go back in my all vessels at the double. I felt fresh at that moment. Besides, I wanted to drunk, I wanted to dance and I wanted my bad boy. I wanted to bite his lips, lol! Yes... I thought some dirty things about everything.

What was the hell that feelings???!!!

Is that a weird dream? But no, it was Gogol Bordello. They were not on the television. They were just near by me. They were looking at my face as if saying: "I know who you are... I know your inside... I know what you think..." Nooo... Don't know who I am, unless I said... No, don't know my inside... No!.. No!.. It must be a line between us... They are frivolous and devilish. They are stinker. As if they are saying "You and we are equal. What's the difference between us?.." Is it too wrong to be different? Why we have to be epual?.. They are saying as if that you and we too are human. Yes. Yes!.. But don't look at me as if I am naked. Don't crank my libido up with impose. Is this a harrasment too?..

They are dancing, they are singing, they are seditious. They want to seduce me. They want to lead me astray. As if they are seeing whole my secret garden. They know no bound. I don't want to stray. I don't want to be impulsive. And I don't want to watch them one more time. Heeelp!

God bless me.

Hell.

G o g o l B o r d e l l o

Pink Floyd

Sun, 13 Aug 2006 17:12:49 GMT

WE DO WHAT EVER WE WANT!

WE LISTEN TO THE PINK FLOYD IN MORGUE!

High school years. Our school is closed because of anarchy and terror. Our schools are so many times closed and so we have so much time. I am going to Turkish American Cultur Association. Then I am joinning to some friends remainder of the day. We are going to the some youth coffee houses or Kuğulu Park. Kuğulu Park is our second house. We are getting together there and messing around. We enjoy to go to the disco and dance. Our lifes are running outside more than our houses. The flower power got at us too. We have some strong and cozy friendships. We enjoy to dress jeans. It is a little bit expensive but is there any hippy without jeans, lol... And we drawing peace emblems on our dresses, on trees, to everywhere... All boys are with long hair in the group. Everybody is putting them down as foreigners and our friends are acting as foreigners to forbear from molestations.

"Cobain" is the most popular and the most lonely friend in the group. He is not care a pin except his blond hair. He is an only child. His old father -we thought that his grandfather first- is an ex-doctor. Their houses is an multiplex building. It is an ex-hospital which had remaindered from war years. It's ground floor is an unused morgue. It is chilly, dim and has a little bit creepy ambience. There is a long stone bed at the heart of the salon.

The morgue is "Cobain"s shelter... and ours too. He has a lovely room upstairs but he is nuts about here. He had put a LP record player to a corner. Big cushions, candles, incenses... If we have not enough money to go to the disco, we are going to the morgue. We are drinking somethings and some schmooze. We may listen to any rock music in the meantime. But when its time will come, we will listen to the psychodelic rock, especially Pink Floyd.

We don't need no education

We don't need no thought control...

Roger Keith "Syd" Barrett

All of us are a little bit schizophrenic...

Psychodelic rock is oracular for some people. It is esoteric. It is charmed. It is catch... And it is hybrid. A lot of music kinds can group and integrated with harmony in it.. This food's salt is also the enigma of the notes. Psychodelic rock is experimental. And this characteristic is enable it unlimited possibility. So this fantastic rag heaves you to a quite different world and then put down rather slowly. This sound, this rhythm, this vocal understanding, this amazing impression is in full swing after Syd Barret.

I think The Dark Side of The Moon is the top-selling rock music record by now. I guess Wish You Were Here is between the top-selling records. Then Animals... The Wall.. There was a Pink Floyd laser light show (thank you Stephen) while The Berlin Wall was falling down... I was watching it on a bar television in Bodrum after for two wakeful nights. The barman had guessed that I got high to watch Pink Floyd... lol... Yes maybe Berlin Wall fell down, The Wall made ceiling figure but the other walls rose between people. That walls are invisible and more strong than before. Maybe there is no bricks, no city walls, no barbed-wire barrier but the human is alone more than before... Maybe we have to listen The Final Cut today.

You know all Pink Floyd story. And you remember Syd Baret's death recently. He had said that LCD didn't solve anything... Of course it doesn't solve... What will it solve... What would it be solve? Say, what?..

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,

Blue skies from pain...

deep memory...

Sun, 09 Jul 2006 17:41:19 GMT

I used to live in Ankara that times. We had decided upon a quiet summer holiday with my boy friend. Both of us were tired students. We took our tickets for a calm seaside in Mediterranean coasts. But I should go to Istanbul to get a prize before.

It was a very important reportage prize. Besides, I wasn't a journalist. I was only a young psychology student in master program. I always thought about my boy friend an that holiday in Istanbul. While award ceremony, dinners, taverns... always. Finally, I got on the train to come back to Ankara. I had called my friend as soon as take my seat. There was some public telephones in the trains at that times. Anyway. His mother answered the phone. She said that she felt proud of me and said so many nice words. Then, I talked with my friend. We had missed to each other. Everything was great. I was so happy. I closed my eyes to sleep. While the train stopped at one of the station, I woke up. I saw a news dealer down and took all newspapers in couple. They were bulldog editions. I was looking them with an excitement to see some news about me. I looked at first the journal which is award the prize me. There was a big photo and award ceremony news on the feature page. But...

I froze up as soon as I saw the award ceremony photo. It was my face, my feet, my costume but as if the body had belong the other one. As if a different body had compressed in my body. I got too negative signals from that photo and felt just that moment nobody will like it and also we will separate with my friend because of it.

I went to sleep as soon as I came home. I slept all day. When I woke up, I looked at the answering machine. But there was no message from him. I was confused. I called him right away. His mother said that he was outside with some friends. Her voice was cold. Strainge. I dressed brush and went out. It was a peaceful night. Stream of traffic was easy. Traffic lights were always green. Maybe I was worrying for no good reason.

I went all rock bars of Ankara one by one that night. I was expecting to see him one of those places. And finally, I found him in a bar. I stopped behind him and looked for a while. There was two pretty girl on his two sides. Girls were dressed completely black. They were elegant and attractive... I went near them. He froze up as soon as saw me. I accosted and shouted to his ear: "Don't cross my path with car in this city, now then!" Then, I pushed his shoulder and went out. I have to say that, I waited for a while at the outside. But he didn't come. A friend of mine came to near me sometime and congratulated me about prize. His girl friend was looking at my face with admiration. And she said "You are so pretty more than newspaper photo..." Awwwww!

On the following day, I prepared a little luggage and took only Deep Purple cassettes and went to Bodrum. It will not a quiet holiday anymore. I listened only Deep Purple with my walkman in that journey. All day, with high volume, yes, I blew my mind.

What was the secret of the newspaper's photo, I don't know. But Deep Purple's secret is under the photo:

D e e p P u r p l e

prophets of the century

Their music had a schizophrenic character. That is the secret. And the second secret is; they looked at the life from a hippy prism. The result is a shuddered creativeness. That is why the people are carried to be away from their music by now.

"Sweet child in time / You'll see the line / The line that's drawn / Between the good and the bad / See the blind man / Shooting at the world / Bullets flying / Taking toll / If you'd been bad / Oh Lord I bet you have / And you've not been hit / By flying lead / You'd better close your eyes / And bow your head / And wait for the richochet."

Gillian's screams and Blackmore's peevish guitar gave birth to a magic which couldn't direct in Child in Time and that magic's effect is still going on. A deep discouraged soul turned into a high energy and this energy eventuated in a series of explosions in concerts. Every concert was sacramental which included adrenaline and power transference. But every one didn't draw from it at all times and they set a question at rest about their concerts. If Deep Purple goes beyond the limit of 110 decibel, they will have been getting down the toggle switch.

"Speak about the past / Times are changing fast / I couldn't even speak / Not a word / Shaking out a curse / Nothing could be worse / Walking through the door / Who could ask for more / Now I'm free / And I can see / And I am me / Yes I am free.

"Spread the word around / The rat's leaving town / The message is a song / The misery is gone / Shaking out a curse / Nothing could be worse / Walking through the door / Who could ask for more / Now I'm free / And I can see / And I am me / Yes I am free / Oh please stay away... (Flight of the Rat)"

The unchangeable triangle of rock groups is "visual impact - lyrics - life style" are valid Deep Purple too. This group is mentioned as a chief rival with Led Zeppelin once upon a time. But I am looking at from now, Deep Purple is without rival. Their captive audience were just like a special sect. It is still same. Their interested and moderate ly large audience in everywhere of the world now.

Deep Purple always had smote farthests and all cultures as is the case in every famous rock group. Maybe you know Japanese culture; they are traditional and dependence on their own cultural merits. But it is so riveting, they show a big interest in Rock groups at all times. And this music raze Japanese culture too. Japanese people break free from their repressed feelings with this music... Japaneses approach with a great interest to Deep Purple. Their unbelievable interest stare in Japan concerts. Remember "Made in Japan".

"Man is not my brotherhood and I'm of the dead / I died as I lived, as I loved and was born / On some distant hill / The reasons to hide were the reasons, I cried / Fools pass laughing still. (...)

"I got my own way to go / And I don't want your mind / I believe if you could see the blood between the lines / I believe you could be a better kind / Please clear the way so the unborn can play / On some distant hill / Laugh as the fire eats their burning remains / Fools die laughing still... (Fools)"

They were all "child in time" and the music was their playhouse. Sometimes they grizzled sometimes fought to each other. To carry the banner was very important for this play fellows. Everyone was wishing the captain. Caprice and sauciness reduced their motivation. Big fightings cropped up in the group. Especially between Gillian and Blackmore. Menaces with break-down, diverges, reunions again, fightings again, deaths, new members... and again, and again.

Maybe they were need some renovated without lost their hippy soul. Maybe they didn't want to do it. If they could do it as Pink Floyd, as Rolling Stones and maybe as Who, they will have excelled themselves. Anyway, in my opinion, fortunately they didn't lose their hippy soul, fortunately made up with in the way their heart desires, fortunately they fought as children, broke up and made peace again, fortunately quarrelled with each other, they produced or congested, fortunately they lived within themselves. The magic wouldn't be spoil. They wouldn't sell their soul. They wouldn't allow it for no one, even if for big bosses of music industry. Their journey in the world was strictly a rite and only they managed themselves it.

"Can you remember / Remember my name / As I flow through your life / A thousand oceans I have flown / Oh and cold, cold spirits of ice / All my life / I am the echo of your past... (Perfect Strangers)"

full time opera...

Sun, 02 Jul 2006 17:38:47 GMT

I listened Pavarotti and Domingo all day. And I ate somethings all day!.. I think to be obesite is not easy for somebody as me. And I smoked... I lingered around from room to room in my house, always a cigarette between my lips. Pavarotti and Domingo are still dancing in my ears... It was a tired day.

a phenomenon...

Thu, 08 Jun 2006 22:35:28 GMT

WE ARE TIMELESS

I was looking at the television. Freddie Mercury had just death and the message was about his last pictures. He was trying to singing. His magnificent voice was turned to an undersized thing. Some tears began to dribble from my eyes. My ex-husband was looking at my face as if I am a monster... After that day, I always listened Quenn songs with a high volume.

Freddie Mercury, Brian May, John Deacon and Roger Taylor... This four name had swung the world and have to say that they are still swinging. Freddie Mercury is the most popular figure of this rock group... A life which had started in Africa, conservative parents, to move to England and cultural shock, some efforts to get rid of introversion, an average school success and a creative, charismatic, enigmatic, amusing personality begans to appear. After the College of Art, his personality becomes clear more. The visual impact had always important for him. He is courageous and confident anymore. A person who knows what he want from life has been talking now: "I will not to be a star. I will be a myth."

The minor performances turns into some major shows in a little while. Queen is a myth anymore with their gorgeous shows in the world stages. They had begun to rock the world with a kind of magic. The image they created smites to the most of the music group at all times.

The press always speaks about Freddie, his frenzy and bisexuality. Even if they speak in glowing terms of him sometimes, excoriate most of the time. They write some sarcastic and derogatory readings, ignore him sometimes, place label for an exhibitionist on him. Freddie and Queen is dangerous for the world. But Freddie doesn't care all of these. He doesn't feel humiliated about his body and way of life, makes a parade of his apparel, walks with act high and mighty on the stage. He has a brilliant constructive mind and creative urge. But that is not enough for everything. He has been overding and suffering on the stage so much time. One day, while he plays the tambourine with hit to his leg, some physical injuries happen and he slumps to the backstage.

One of the most important characteristic of Queen, to address for both of two sexuality. And also, it is definitely right to say that their music is universal; for every people of the world. They took seriously their act and passed through of an experience in the proper sense on the stage in every concert.

Bohemian Rhapsody which is a sample of the surrealist opera, is an openly indicator of Freddie's genius. On the other hand; an opera, flamenco and rock mixed Innuendo takes its place in between classics right away. He had written to Crazy Little Thing Called Love in bathroom. The daemon never waits for anything. Sometimes he moves the piano to his bedroom. On a previous occasion, he writes a song lyrics in a middle of the night, without to switch on.

Freddie is a man of many parts. He never gives up to search his limits. He takes some lessons about ballet and mime arts and takes to the stage with The United Kingdom Ballet. Bohemian Rhapsody and Killer Queen had orchestrated. He lives most of the happy hours of his life. But, ballet world is amazing: "How the ballet artists are carring on with this work? There are all same steps and performances in every night. A work like this is not to me!.."

Queen had always adversed to the racial discrimination and war. While the Falkland Island crisis, Freddie explains his thought about war: "Our young people are killing their young people. There is no mean to win a victory with like that." They meet every kind of musicians and reach every kind of people. They join to Live Aid with Bob Geldof's leadership.

But in the course of time, Freddie can't manage his creative genius and comes up more to the alcohol. He has been drinking up to all vodka bottle anymore. And frenzy parties... A birthday party of him goes on just about ten days. "I was born to sex. I can make sex with everyone. My libido is amazing. I am living my life at a full speed."

"I had so many beloved. Either man or woman, I entered into relations with a heap of people. But no one worked. The love is just like a russian roulette for me. I can't control myself when I come across an attractive person. My feelings are getting top priorities right away. A part of me was playing game, to all in my one night stands."

Freddie and Mary Austin separate because of his alcohol and sex habits. This relationship for seven years had come to a dead end. Mary has been wishing a baby. But according to Freddie, they get better a cat more... His cat love reflects to his song lyrics. Delilah and Bijou are some of them.

"As if I am eating up to the people. I think there is a destructive side of my personality. I am making a long arm but everybody is running away from me. Everybody is incriminating me about the end of the relationship. Because I am successful. When ever I have a relationship, that person feels competition with me, as if to enter for a race... In the end, always disappointment. I never can be a winner. Never. Nobody loves the real Freddie. They are interested in only my celebrity. I am loving easily and always winging. I can't hinder the suffering. Because I am a sentimental person. The macho side that I show on the stage is just a skin. There is a clement Freddie under that skin."

For all that, he doesn't want to talk about his private life and says that needs all-out efford for it. People tuckered and fretted him. "Confidence is a weird word anymore. The human is learning to stay on defence in time."

Then, the last plague of the world named acquired immune deficiency syndrome begins to consternate with its first deaths. So many people fall into the disease, fear and death triangle's clutches and Freddie too: "Anyhow, I don't want to be an oldster. It would be boring to live until the seventy. I did everything in life..." It is just a desire to him. It is the man's desire who doesn't like repetitions and continuousness.

He had gone but his voice will be every where and every time in the world. He had gone and left a big fear to us. And this fear had served for everything.

Galileo... Galileo...

(Freddie's sentences are quotationed from Stephen Rider / QUEEN)

Janis Joplin

Sun, 07 May 2006 17:47:27 GMT

H i J a n i s . . .

The spring didn't begin fine today for me. The neighbour houses are a little bit busy nowadays. There is some house conversion one of side of me, the other side is however... a little sweet dog's barkings. I never saw that dog by now, but I know its voice. I think that household is leaving alone it so much time. It is getting bored sometimes and I feel it because of its voice. It is beginning with yowl at first in a feeble pipe as "ooooo ooooouuuuu ooooouuuuu..." Then it is beginning to bark. It barkings are going on and off peevish and hopeless.

I woke up with first "ooouuu"s this morning. I said "Ok, I am boring too, ouuu. What can I do for you?" Of course, it didn't hear me. While I prepare my breakfast, I choosed a tape cassette of Janis Joplin.

When I was a young girl, we were going to Botany Park with my friends at Çankaya in Ankara. We were all love rock music and to loaf. I remember a girl friend from that days. She was worship to Janis Joplin. I listened Janis Joplin songs from her mouth at first. Our friend was so sensitive as Janis. And she was so creative in her life... as Janis. Our friend is a pop singer now. But she is still so sensitive. She is still crying at every turn. But she doesn't dress as Janis anymore. But sometimes she use some metal rings.

I got some Janis Joplin casettes years after. And I read some books about her. I saw that I feel same with her so much time. I always loved rock and opera in my life. Rock and opera stars are always heros for me. That stars are always dance with death in their lifes. Either with their life or with their art. For examble opera heros are set up to ne plus ultra their voice latest time at the time of their death. Gottfried Blumenstein says that Janis Joplin songs just like that. He means, some Janis Joplin songs are similer that aryas. Maybe one of her song is "A Woman Left Lonely (Pearl)". She had climbed up to scream note, as if a coloratura soprano.

"This bank is your bank

This bank is my bank

From Nacogdoches to the Gulf Coast waters.

Sixty years of savings

Sixty years of earnings

This bank was made for you and me."

Woody Gutrie's "This Land is Your Land" is take a new shape for an advertising film with Janis Joplin. And this is her first record also. Maybe we can't see the hippy ethics on that words, but okey, lol... Just do, what you want to do; feel all your feelings; live the moment; don't delay your experiences... These are Janis Joplin's flower power too. But some friends of her says that she always had a teen age soul. What matter? Are all real artists like that?..

"Time keeps movin' on

Friends, they turn away

I keep movin' on, but I never found out why

I keep pushin' so hard an'baby, I keep try'n

To make it right to another lonely day."

"Please love me..." Janis says always that on the stage. Death, heaven and hell. And maybe love. Maybe woman and man. That cosmic subjects had tried her so much. She was fearing, she was loved, she had wanted to be friend with everybody. She had wanted to be attractive for a special man. Maybe all she need was love as Beatles words. But she couldn't reach that her needs. It couldn't happen. Could she forget all this bad feelings with dopes?..

"He'll say he'd make you very happy

But he'll only make you cry"

Who loves to cry?.. Who can cry always? Could drops stop all this pain?.. "I will try again. No more drop now! I go for a walk in the wood, I learn yoga. And, don't laugh, I mount. I want to begin to play the piano. Please come here Linda, I need you so much. The house will save us. I want peace of mind. I need you. Please!"

She saw, she tossed, she wanted to tolerate with drops, anyway... She cried out of the world that she is not an automatic orange. Maybe all we are fearing, maybe all we are resisting to be a piece of pea in life. It is not easy to be an ordinary person for someone. She was not an automatic orange. Maybe her all resistance was about against to be an ordinary secretary girl. Who knows?..

"Bye... bye... baby good bye..." Is there any drops which doesn't make fast habit?.. lol.