jueves, 23 de febrero de 2012

High Fidelity


Pasaron algunos años sin poder volver a verla. Escenario, compañía y país completamente diferentes y sin embargo el mismo picor y quizá sea cierto eso que dice John Cusack, tal vez sea así y haya un elemento de aquella primera tarde en todas las demás.

"What came first, the music or the misery? People worry about kids playing with guns, or watching violent videos, that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands, literally thousands of songs about heartbreak, rejection, pain, misery and loss. Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to pop music?"

"It would be nice to think that since I was 14, times have changed. Relationships have become more sophisticated. Females less cruel. Skins thicker. Instincts more developed. But there seems to be an element of that afternoon in everything that's happened to me since. All my romantic stories are a scrambled version of that first one"



"To me, making a tape is like writing a letter. There's a lot of erasing and rethinking and starting again. A good compilation tape, like breaking up, is hard to do. You've got to kick off with a corker, to hold the attention (I started with "Got to Get You Off My Mind," but then realized that she might not get any further than track one, side one if I delivered what she wanted straightaway, so I buried it in the middle of side two), and then you've got to up it a notch, or cool it a notch, and you can't have white music and black music together, unless the white music sounds like black music, and you can't have two tracks by the same artist side by side, unless you've done the whole thing in pairs and...oh, there are loads of rules"

En realidad siento mucha tristeza por aquellos que nunca hayan grabado una buena compilation pensando en aquella persona a la que quieres llevar a la cama la noche siguiente y no me refiero precisamente a un tracklist del spotify.


Won't somebody please, Help me with my miseries
Won't somebody see, yeah what this world has done to me.


And I know, I know

and I say oh, I say

that no matter where I go no
I will always see your face


You're gonna wake up one morning as the sun greets the dawn.
You're gonna wake up one morning as the sun greets the dawn.
You're gonna look around in your mind, girl, you're gonna find that
I'm gone.
You didn't realize,
You didn't realize,
You didn't realize,
You didn't realize,
You didn't realize.
Oh! you're gonna miss me, baby.
Oh! you're gonna miss me, baby.

*** Misión de fin de semana: recorrer Lisboa en busca de una versión en inglés de la novela de Nick Hornby en la que se basó la película que ya toca.

1 comentarios:

Bigmouth dijo...

esta película me fascina.