Jyoti et Sultana sont mieux connues sous le nom de "Nooran Sisters" (du nom de leur mère) Elles viennent d'une famille de musiciens et ont été formées à la musique Soufi
"... à Valparaíso"(1963) est un superbe film documentaire de Joris Ivens sur la ville de Valparaiso (Chili), sa géographie, son histoire et son développement urbain.
Au départ, "... à Valparaíso" était un
exercice d’étudiants chiliens sous la direction de Joris
Ivens. Le réalisateur a associé ses élèves
à son travail. Le film est devenu une œuvre remarquable
et une superbe analyse du phénomène urbain dans laquelle
coexistent poésie et militantisme.
94 % de ses 300 000 habitants vivent dans les collines desservies par 15 funiculaires et un grand nombre d'abrupts escaliers qui mènent aux cerros.
"... à Valparaiso" (1963) is a superb documentary directed by Joris Ivens on the city of Valparaiso (Chile), its geography, its history and urban development: a remarkable achievement and a superb analysis of the urban phenomenon in which coexist poetry and activism.
Réalisation: Joris Ivens
Textes: Chris Marker
Voix (en français): Roger Pigaut
Musique: Gustavo Becerra
another version of this movie, subtitled in spanish language, is avalaible here
et également sur cette ville de Valparaíso, à voir ce très beau film chilien, "Valparaíso mi amor" , qui a rencontré un certain succès à la Quinzaine du Festival de Cannes en 1970.
Il a été réalisé, non sans difficultés, par un médecin pédiatre chilien de Valparaíso, Aldo Francia Boido (1923-1996), dans un style proche du néo-réalisme italien, rejoignant par là l'esprit du "Nuevo Cine Chileno". Les interprètes sont pour la plupart des non-professionnels.
L'histoire
est celle de quatre enfants défavorisés de Valparaíso dont le père a
été arrété et emprisonné pour 5 ans, pour avoir volé de quoi nourrir sa
famille. Livrés à eux-mêmes, chacun d'entre eux va se confronter à la
vie, à la ville, de façon brutale: prostitution, délinquance...
The great poet and sax player Ted Miltonwho formed in 1979 Blurt, a rough band in between punk-rock and funk attitude.
More funky than the more skinny output of NY parodist James Chance, Ted Milton is a grandiose saxophone player, dissonant "à la Charlie Parker", boucing around and some times pure nevrotic sound collagist, as well a great voice screaming with full of energy, reminding The Ex's atmosphere.
here in "Tube plane", recorded live in Berlin, 1980
with Ted Milton: sax & vocals - Pete Creese: guitar - Jake Milton: drums
The footage is from the Prelinger Archives and Public Domain
I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Baby I have been here before
I know this room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you.
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
There was a time when you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show it to me, do you?
And remember when I moved in you
The holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Maybe there’s a God above
But all I’ve ever learned from love
Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
It’s not a cry you can hear at night
It’s not somebody who has seen the light
It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
You say I took the name in vain
I don't even know the name
But if I did, well really, what's it to you?
There's a blaze of light in every word
It doesn't matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
I did my best, it wasn't much
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you
And even though it all went wrong
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah
In 1982, he began the band Zvuki Mu. His name originates from a series of affectionate names beginning with the syllable mu that Mamonov and Gorokhova would call each other, though the earliest occurrence of the name Zvuki Mu occurs in some of Mamonov's poetry from the late 1960s.
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Про снег. Петр Мамонов. "à propos de la neige" in 2003
amazing!
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"Grey Pigeon" by Petr Manomov & Zvuki Mu band. 1987
