The song keeps ringing in my head since last night. I wouldn’t want to change a single lyrics of  it.  Both lyrics and music send me straight to another world.

Expresso Love (Written by Dire Straits)

She gets the sun in the daytime
Perfume in the dusk
And she comes out in the night time
With the honeysuckle musk
Because she smells just like a rose
And she tastes just like a peach
She got me walking the wildlife goes
I’d do anything to reach her

And she was made in heaven
Heaven’s in the world
Is this just expresso love
You know I’m crazy for the girl

She call me just to talk
She’s my lover she’s a friend of mine
She says hey mister you wanna take a walk
In the wild west end sometime
And I get trouble with my breathing
She says boys don’t know anything
But I know what I want
I want everything

Well I feel so good cos I feel so good
And I feel so good cos it feels so right
I was made to go with my girl
Like a saxophone was made to go with the night

And she can raise one eyebrow
Put her hand on my hip
And I close one eye now
Sweat on her lip
And I surrender to the fever
I surrender to the will of the night
She love me so tender I got to believe her
Love ? Expresso love’s alright

I don’t want no sugar in it
Thank you very much
All wired up on it all fired up on it
Expresso touch
Hey maestro expresso
It’s just another one just like the other one
Hey maestro expresso
Is this another one just like the other one

Este ora 11 :26 si cateva secunde… pana voi termina articolul va fi vreo 11:30 – 11:40.

Dupa cum spuneam, e ora 11:26 si vreau muzica… Vreau shoogy-dooghy-boogy sau shooby-dooby-wooby cu un pic de chuba-chuba si mai mult da-dam-ta-dam. Vreau Ray Charles, vreau Elvis Presley, vreau Hit the road Jack, vreau blue suede shoes. Vreau energie, vreau sa zbarnaie toata lumea, vreau sa vibreze viata in tot ce vad! Ma plictisesc de… tot. Nimic nu mai e shooby-dooby…

Apoi intru in cadere si ma rasucesc la 180 de grade, incepand sa-mi doresc un blues, un jazz, ceva mai elevat, sau daca nu, mai trist, mai molcom, mai “neiesit din randuri”, ceva lipsit de energie. Vreau un… Dream a little dream of me sau un wish you were here, sau un slow a la Led Zeppelin. Of… balonarii astia le au cu muzica. Mai ales cu bluesurile. Asculta tu dazed and confused sau babe, i’m gonna leave you si spune-mi apoi ca esti indiferent… muzica asta te atinge.

Te, sau ma resemnez/i si incep/i sa ies/i din starea asta si cautam un Beethoven sau un Brahms sau oricare alt clasic, ceva sa ne calmeze, sa ne neutralizeze, sa ne aplatizeze iesirile din comun si asculti asculti simfonia a 5a de Beethoven si..gata? Esti normal? Sunt “neiesit din comun”? Vorbim despre mine sau despre tine? (m-am incurcat ).

Ma duc apoi la culcare in ipostaza normalului, simtindu-ma neutru, comun, “normal” sau “cum ar trebui sa ma simt inainte de alta noapte obisnuita, in care voi avea un somn obisnuit” si visez cu ochii deschisi pentru ca mintea mi-e prea incarcata. Oricat incerc sa ma comport normal nu pot si asta se reflecta asupra somnului. Si tu probabil ai o “neregula”, un semnal care urla “NU ESTI NORMAL! NU ESTI LA FEL CA CEILALTI! Pentru numele lui Dumnezeu, ati avut parinti diferiti!!” . Si stau apoi minute sau ore in pat pana adorm; deobicei tot cu o melodie in gand, deobicei ceva ce am auzit in ziua respectiva si nu-mi pot scoate din minte, oricat  de nasoala ar fi melodia dupa standardele mele.

…camera de hotel…. pat…lumina puternica… soare…. balcon…. briza diminetii….iar soarele ala tampit… ceata…. CEATA?! Casc ochii mai bine, ma frec pertinent la globii oculari si-mi dau seama ca iar e ceata de-o tai cu cutitul si ca “paradisul” maritim inca nu s-a mutat in fundul asta de tara; nu se vede blocul de peste strada. Ma uit la ticaitor: 5:40. Ieeee… iar o zi interesanta (cu 3-4 ore de somn din 8 minimum recomandate, orice e interesant) pornesc laptopul si muzica. Hm…ce sa aleg? E o dimineata imputita… deci muzica trebuie sa fie… optimista! orice dimineata trebuie inceputa optimist, cu un dus de ala comunist, cu apa la -0 grade, cu paine uscata, ceai in care ai scapat prea multa miere, eventual ai inlocuit mierea “din greseala” cu dulceata sau unt (cum fac eu cand zbarnai prea puternic de energie…), un gand de ala fericit care te duce la cele 2 lucrari si tema la franceza nefacuta care te asteapta azi la scoala eventual alta sinapsa care-ti aduce o imagine fericita a unei “ea”; aici renunt la ironie si spun ca asta iti mai aduce un ranjet idiot pe fata . Te gandesti la “ea” sau “el”( “el” daca din diferite motive iti lipseste testosteronul) si incepi sa pui inca o doza de unt in ceai si miere pe fata de masa, incepi sa razi pana vine maica-ta si-ti insenineaza iar ziua cu un dragastos “la ce ora te-ai culcat, ai capiat?! daca nu dormi..blabla”. Te scoli frumusel de la masa si antrenezi boxele intr-o vibratie optimista a lui Bobby McFerrin si incepi sa-ti trantesti competent manualele si ce-a mai ramas din caiete in ghiozdan. Se termina melodia, iti pui stiloul in compartimentul ghiozdanului, te murdaresti de cerneala, iti imbraci hainele, te uiti la paleta larga de incaltaminte care iti sta la dispozitie si optezi din nou pentru tenesii jegosi care cad in fiecare zi la datorie cu inca o cusatura, le ceri parintilor niste parale, daca ai bafta primesti, daca nu …. soarta ) si o tai pe usa. Iti pui muzicantul de servici sa-si faca treaba, te impiedici de aceeasi brodura ca in fiecare dimineata si incepi sa fredonezi ce se nimereste din playlist, in cazul meu, asta imi comenteaza fiecare dimineata .

Apoi te lasi in plictiseala orelor, o dai in bara la o lucrare, iei un 2 la franceza si te intorci acasa fericit ca ai scapat la mate. Ii explici lui maica-ta cum ai facut-o de fasole la biologie numai din cauza lui Marte care azi a intrat intre Luna si Pamant si a lui Jupiter care s-a uitat cas la Pluto care facea sarmale la 2 dimineata, cu slitul deschis. Ajungi in pat te trantesti, o ignori pe saraca si omniprezenta mama care iar isi respecta cu strictete programul, astfel ca la orele 2:20 ale dupa-amiezii te informeaza ca va certati iar daca nu-ti depui geaca in cuier… apoi urmeaza alte maruntisuri, apoi alte ganduri, alte conversatii interminabile cu o anumita X, alte discutii monosilabice cu Y, alti pumni in cap ca nu ai adus vorba de un subiect anume, ca sa mai prelungesti discutia inutila si sa-i auzi vocea, iar regrete ca nu ai avut curaj s-o inviti afara dupa ore, iar invatat, iar somn prost, iar, iar,iar si iar pana vine sfarsitul de saptamana, 2(acum 4 ) zile de leneveala, de relaxare, iesit cu Y afara, de castigat pariuri pentru X, ce mai, weekend, din care nu va lipsi muzica . Pana atunci va las cu dumnealor:

Popdose Report:

Click here to go to Popdose to check Van Halen “Take Me Back (Deja Vu)”, Mark Knopfler “Hard Shoulder”, Jethro Tull “Witches’ Promise”, Al Stewart “Rocks in The Ocean”, Quaterflash “Crusin’ With The Deuce”, plus more.

“Money for Nothing” is a song recorded by British group Dire Straits, which first appeared on their 1985 album Brothers in Arms and subsequently became an international hit when released as a single. It peaked at number one for three weeks in the United States, becoming their most successful single, and also peaked at number one for three weeks on the U.S. Mainstream Rock chart. In the band’s native UK, the song peaked at number four. The recording was notable for its controversial lyrics, groundbreaking music video and a cameo appearance by Sting singing the song’s falsetto introduction and backing chorus, “I want my MTV”. The video was also the first to be aired on MTV Europe when the network started on August 1, 1987.

“Money for Nothing” won the Grammy for the Best Rock Performance by a Duo or Group with a Vocal in 1985 at the 28th annual Grammy Awards. Knopfler described the writing of the song in a 1985 interview with critic Bill Flanagan:

The lead character in “Money for Nothing” is a guy who works in the hardware department in a television/custom kitchen/refrigerator/microwave appliance store. He’s singing the song. I wrote the song when I was actually in the store. I borrowed a bit of paper and started to write the song down in the store. I wanted to use a lot of the language that the real guy actually used when I heard him, because it was more real….

(song proposed by Alex, thanks x 1000)

So today I went onto iTunes to buy ‘Gold Canary’ by Cloud Control. And to my surprise it is the free single of the week! I got it for free! Score! I highly recommend it to you! I don’t know how much longer it will be up there so make sure you go check it out today!

Last week Liz and I went a bit nuts on downloading stuff from iTunes. Here is some of the stuff we downloaded.

“In for the Kill” by La Roux

“All is Love” by Karen O (from the Yeah Yeah Yeahs) and the Kids – this is from the Where the Wild Things Are soundtrack

“Brothers in Arms” by Dire Straits

“Girls of the World ain’t Nothing but Trouble” by Will smith

The whole “I told you I was Freaky” album by Flight of the Conchords

Plus “The Distant Future” album by Flight of the Conchords as well

“Little Lion Man” by Mumford and Sons

and some old school Jackson Five

Also I repurchased the American Idiot Album by Green Day as I can’t remember where the one I bought in 2004 (!) is! Was it really that long ago?

Anyway, this is another song I want, but I an’t find it on iTunes. Anyone have any ideas? It is “Meet the Elements” by They might be Giants

A favourite song from my favourite film, mentioning one of my secret passions (Shakespeare), and suddenly an amusing in-joke…

Day Seventy:  Romeo and Juliet – Dire Straits

Chart Position: 7

• Lead vocals: Mark Knopfler
• Written by Mark Knopfler
• Produced by Mark Knopfler and Mark Dorfsman
• Percussion: Omar Hakim
• Later recorded by Grant and Forsyth (1993) and Shadows (1986)

Vor fünf Jahren taten sich am Rande von Leipzig – nämlich am Schkeuditzer Gymnasium – fünf Jungs zusammen, um Musik zu machen. Aus dieser Idee entstand eine von europaweit sehr wenigen Bands, die sich ausschließlich auf die legendären Rockklassiker der Dire Straits und Mark Knopfler spezialisierte. Vermutlich sind die Scuttles sogar die jüngste Dire-Straits-Tribute-Band der Welt – aber mit Sicherheit die Einzige in den neuen Bundesländern.

2009 war für die Scuttles ein besonderes und vor allem erfolgreiches Jahr: Sie spielten als Vorband der unvergessenen T-Rex beim 50. Plauener Spitzenfest und begeisterten auf dem Leipziger Markt im Rahmen der Classic Open nicht nur Impressario Peter Degner sondern auch das anwesende Publikum.

Der 5. Geburtstag der Leipziger Band wird am 14.11.2009 gefeiert. Wie bereits im vergangenen Jahr werden Songs wie „Sultans of Swing“, „Money for Nothing“ und „Brothers in Arms“ im großen Saal des Ankers in Leipzig-Möckern erklingen. Die Band hat sich weiterentwickelt – neben dem bekannten Repertoire großer Dire-Straits-Hits, wird eine Hand voll Songs zu erleben sein, die die Band von und um Mark Knopfler 1986 bei ihrem legendären Sydneykonzert spielten. Daneben wird Antonio Lucaciu für einen weiteren musikalischen Leckerbissen sorgen: Der begnadete und mit zahlreichen Jazzpreisen dekorierte Saxophonist wird die Scuttles bei einer Vielzahl von  Songs begleiten.

Einlass im Anker ist ab 20 Uhr und ab 20:30 Uhr leiten die Dirty Flowers einen unvergesslichen Musikabend mit Rockklassikern ein.

Samstag, 14.11.09 Anker Leipzig | Beginn: 20:30 Uhr | www.thescuttles.de

What happens when you mix Dire Straits and one of the most soulful country singers in recent history? You get this (the album is called All the Roadrunning and has a bunch of amazing tracks on it. This is merely one.):

Any Major Dude has noted that the search engine terms leading the masses to his blog often involve unrequited or impossible love.

Here? It’s a lot of folks searching for sleepwear.

The Beatles, Pink Floyd, Iron Maiden, Jimi Hendrix, Elvis Presley, Marvin Gaye, and John Denver (yes, John Denver) are some of the acts with fans wishing to express their allegiance even as they sleep.

(Paloma takes this, admittedly, small sample as a sign that we should fulfill this niche and become pajama moguls)

The search engine statistics also reveal that you folks have questions – a lot of questions. Well, I’m here to help, so here are a few of your queries with the actual search engine topic in parenthesis…

Is Food Network personality Alton Brown a one-hit wonder?
(alton brown one hit wonder)

Mr. Brown is a favorite of ours and quite an accomplished fellow with success as a chef, cinematographer, author, and actor to his credit. And, after graduating from the University Of Georgia, Brown pursued a career in cinematography and was the director of photography on the music video for R.E.M.’s The One I Love.

However, aside from his resemblance to actual one-hit wonder Thomas Dolby, it appears that Alton has never pursued any musical endeavors of his own. So, no, he is not a one-hit wonder.

However, the band Guadalcanal Diary, who were fellow Georgians and contemporaries of R.E.M., might qualify as one-hit wonders. Though they never were a mainstream act, Guadalcanal Diary had a modicum of success with college audiences in the mid- to late- ’80s and are best remembered for the quirky and engaging Watusi Rodeo.

Guadalcanal Diary – Watusi Rodeo
from Walking In The Shadow Of The Big Man

Is Mark Knopfler obsessed with finding a cure for baldness?
(mark knopfler hair loss)

Yes, the former leader of Dire Straits is follically challenged. However, he is also one of the wealthiest musicians in the UK, so, if he wanted, he could afford to outfit himself with the most extravagant toupee in the history of man.

As he hasn’t done so, I would have to say that, no, Knopfler suffers from no vanity regarding his diminishing hairline. If he does wish to find the cure for hair loss, I suggest he get in contact as I could use an investor.

Dire Straits – Romeo And Juliet
from Making Movies

Has Kate Bush ever attacked the paparazzi?
(kate bush attacks paparazzi)

I’ve followed Kate Bush’s career since she broke through in the States with Hounds Of Love and I own most of her catalog. I know that Kate’s father was a physician, she comes from a musical family, she’s studied dance, she’s quite reclusive, and she’s British.

None of these things add up to a profile of someone that would physically manhandle photographers. She simply seems too refined for such behavior (or, behaviour).

(though it is amusing to imagine her having a snootful of brandy following Sunday dinner and letting the expletives fly)

I think this reader has Kate confused with another eccentric female artist, this one from Iceland.

Kate Bush – Breathing
from Never For Ever

What kind of earrings did David Bowie wear?
(what kind of earring did david bowie wear)

There’s no debating that David Bowie has been one of the most fashion-conscious artist in the annals of rock. He’s donned dresses, leather jackets, Italian suits, and indescribable garb as Ziggy Stardust.

However, a quick study of photographic evidence reveals that his ears have usually been unadorned. In the few pictures in which he does have earrings, it appears that the Thin White Duke opts for a single, ring-sized, silver hoop – tasteful, classy, and restrained.

David Bowie – Soul Love
from The Rise And Fall Of Ziggy Stardust And The Spiders From Mars

Fade to Black (Dire Straits Cover)

A song that sort of went unnoticed, but a great Mark Knopfler song that I had to cover. Not that I am a fan, or anything.

MojoTwanger.com: Why Worry? (Dire Straits cover)

In case you hadn’t noticed, I am a huge Mark Knopfler fan… so my goal is to cover each and every song he ever recorded

I used my Lentz T-style on this track.

I have been lucky to own some cool guitfiddles. Some I still own, some I don’t.

Since I take pics of all my guitars, I decided to make a quick video highlighting some of my favorite guitars.

The soundtrack is my take on Dire Straits’ “On every street”. the guitar used on that track was a Fender Telesonic, which I should never have sold…

Some of the guitars featured in this video include work from Collings, Grosh, Trussart, David Thomas McNaught, Anderson and Giffin.

Support our fine craftsmen and luthiers!

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.. you ought to be listening to these:

^ I do not know what is up with the South Park picture, it’s totally irrelevant.

.. yeah the video is reaaaaally dated and lame, but the song is just something else.

C’è un dolore dei luoghi che non se ne va nemmeno in questa giornata soleggiata.

Erano gli anni dei bomboloni caldi all’alba nel Forno di Idice, delle gare domenicali di motocross; dei comizi in piazza, sotto la pioggia, di Berlinguer; gli anni dei weekend al mare schizzandoci con l’acqua e cantando la pubbilicità dei Mastrolindo; gli anni del mitico concerto dei Clash.

Erano gli anni delle canzoni di Claudio Lolli; gli anni in cui Gregory Corso lesse in Piazza Maggiore una poesia dedicata alla strage del 2 agosto. Gli anni in cui bastava mettere uno ska dei Madness per avere voglia di conoscere persone nuove e organizzare feste a sorpresa “alla Steinbeck”.

Erano gli anni in cui i giochi elettronici si chiamavano “marzianini”; in cui al liceo studiavo la teoria del clinamen di Epicuro; gli anni delle collette per qualche grammo di libanese; delle cento lire che gonfiavano le pance dei flipper; quando l’amicizia era bere dalla stessa bottiglia e masticare la stessa gomma alla fragola; gli anni in cui Ada sognava di sposare Carmelo Bene e io David Bowie.

Erano gli anni del calcio brasiliano, dei tornei di goriziana, del primo concerto di Pino Daniele.

Gli anni di Maledetti vi amerò! e La città delle donne; gli anni dei tafferugli con la polizia davanti al Palazzo dello sport; gli anni in cui giocavamo a poker di sigarette e sapevamo a memoria brani da Di qua dal paradiso e Morte nel pomeriggio.

Gli anni del referendum sull’aborto e della sconfitta del Movimento per la vita. Gli anni del dramma di Alfredino e del concerto dei Dire Straits di cui sentimmo, da fuori, solo gli echi…

Erano gli anni in cui alla fine di ogni incontro ci salutavamo con un addio, e io ci mettevo una tale enfasi nel pronunciare quella parola da sembrare l’imitazione perfetta di un’attrice quando leggeva Hemingway ad alta voce: “Addio, pensò, questa è una bella parola. Suona bene, pensò. Addio, un lungo addio e portalo con te dovunque tu vada, completo con gli accessori e tutto”.

Quell’estate l’Italia battè il Brasile 3 a 2 con tre reti di Paolo Rossi, e infine la Germania per 3 a 1. Campioni del mondo significò fare il bagno nella fontana del Nettuno, perderci nella folla e non rivederci mai più.