A friend is playing tonight with his band at a nice, small bar, and I'm invited! I like the songs they will be playing (songs by the Cure, James, Madrugada, Joy Division, Radiohead etc.) so I am definitely going.
Showing posts with label greek music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label greek music. Show all posts
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Nefeli Walking Undercover
If you like experimental folk like I do, you will absolutely adore Nefeli Liouta's first album! Some songs, in particular, sent shivers down my spine... This is where you can dowload her album.
Monday, July 25, 2011
Hope
Things have definitely been wrong these past few days. The massacre in Norway, I mean. Plus, the death of Amy Winehouse at 27 caused worldwide grief. I couldn't sleep at night this last weekend, so I chose to prepare a blog post with some hope in it.
Hope is that thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops... at all. ~Emily Dickinson
And hope needs faith. Because even though you don't know what the future holds, you still hope that everything will be OK. Somehow, it has to, because your mind and your heart cannot accept the evil in the world.
But you must have faith to love. Not just any kind of faith. Only love is able to change the world. Cause we've seen enough hatred already. We know what it does. No more!
I want to finish this post with one of my favorite songs of all time, sung by the young Dionne Bromfield, whose godmother was Amy. To see this girl look lovely and to hear her beautiful voice scares the negative thoughts away. Enjoy!
Hope is that thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops... at all. ~Emily Dickinson
And hope needs faith. Because even though you don't know what the future holds, you still hope that everything will be OK. Somehow, it has to, because your mind and your heart cannot accept the evil in the world.
But you must have faith to love. Not just any kind of faith. Only love is able to change the world. Cause we've seen enough hatred already. We know what it does. No more!
I want to finish this post with one of my favorite songs of all time, sung by the young Dionne Bromfield, whose godmother was Amy. To see this girl look lovely and to hear her beautiful voice scares the negative thoughts away. Enjoy!
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Make Music (Faites de la Musique)
June 21 marks the official beginning of summer. Which is reason for literature, music and the arts to celebrate! So a few days ago I was lucky to listen to Empty Frame, one of my favorite Greek bands. Their sound was better live than on their MySpace page, but you can also order or download their CD and fully enjoy their music.
The following song is an original by Sophia Vembo, coming from 1939...
The following song is an original by Sophia Vembo, coming from 1939...
And this is how Empty Frame played and sang it in English in 2011, 72 years later...
You can read Empty frame interviews in Elliniki Skini, Avgi and ToVima. Hopefully they will soon start to give interviews in English too...
Monday, April 18, 2011
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Staying Behind
A very dear friend of mine is leaving Greece to study, and she likes this song very much, so I am really doing this post for her. I do have a feeling however that it is more about those who stay behind...
If you love Sokratis Malamas, you will definitely love this. Music and lyrics by Thanasis Papakonstantinou, first performance: 2006.
If you love Sokratis Malamas, you will definitely love this. Music and lyrics by Thanasis Papakonstantinou, first performance: 2006.
IN THE VALLEY OF TEMPI
In the valley of Tempi
-the terror of train drivers-
there is an old plane tree
alone and desperate
Who drinks from the river's
troubled, holy water
He drinks and spreads his roots
deep down in that untold of place
And whenever he has a temper
he bends and falls down onto the rails
he grabs the train by the ear
«Do not go past Yevgeli»
Pineios told me his secret,
talkative Pineios, the river
that he once was a man
whose children had emigrated.
(My translation)
In the valley of Tempi
-the terror of train drivers-
there is an old plane tree
alone and desperate
Who drinks from the river's
troubled, holy water
He drinks and spreads his roots
deep down in that untold of place
And whenever he has a temper
he bends and falls down onto the rails
he grabs the train by the ear
«Do not go past Yevgeli»
Pineios told me his secret,
talkative Pineios, the river
that he once was a man
whose children had emigrated.
(My translation)
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