Jazz for life...about life..

"Photograph"

No puedo dejar pasar el tiempo de escribir por aquí y no mencionar algunos de mis gustos más aferrados, el jazz, del que quizá mucho, un cantantes comerciales como Michael Bublé y Jamie Cullum, ambos favoritos de un servidor. Y es que en el jazz encuentro el relax que necesito. Jazz for life about life, la canción se llama Photograph, y habla sobre diferentes experiencias de la vida que culminan en la grandiosa reflexión de que la vida ordinaria realmente no lo es así pues es el pasado él que te ha llevado con sus altas y bajas hasta ahí. si Cullum fuera mexicano tal vez diría la estrofa "Cuando veo mi vida tan ordinaria, me acuerdo que lo bailado nadie me lo quita", a grandes rasgos eso es Photograph, una luz intermitente que nos recuerda que no vale la pena entrar en depresión y cortarse las venas con pan Bimbo integral, vale más la pena mirar hacia atrás y recordar que de una u otra forma hemos vivido tanto que lo hemos superado y hoy estamos aquí. Eso es el jazz, música que puede hablar de la vida y ser sobre la vida misma pero no deja de ser rítmico y alegre, aunque en sus momentos todo lo contrario demostrado en los ritmos de Bublé del cual hablaremos otro día. Photograph de Jamie Cullum se encuentra en el disco Catching Tales de este jóven Británico que le ha dado la vuelta al mundo presentando su música como una propuesta al jazz juvenil, fresco y contemporáneo. He aquí el video y la letra de la canción.

Her name was written on the photograph,
right next to her red, sunburnt face,
it all had happened in that long tall grass,
about a mile from her old place,
I can't remember how it started and if it lasted that day in the sun.

We said that we were going to study hard,
we held our books instead of hands,
she held a blanket over cans of beer,
I can't deny I was so full of fear.

It's just another story caught up in another photograph I found.
and it seems like another person lived that life a great many years ago from now,

When I look back on my ordinary, ordinary life,
I see so much magic, though I missed it at the time.
when I look back on my ordinary, ordinary life,
I see so much magic, though I missed it at the time.

And there's the first time that I tried that stuff,
I think I look a little green,
I remember throwing up behind a bush,
and I found it hard to use my feet,
and who's that easily led little boy who's really off his head?

It was the same night that I kissed that girl,
the tall one with the auburn hair,
I remember laughing coz to kiss me,
she had to sit down on a chair!
she tasted like the schnapps she'd drunk,
and the cigarette she'd stolen from her mum.

And it's just another story caught up in another photograph I found.

When I look back on my ordinary, ordinary life,
I see so much magic, though I missed it at the time.
When I look back on my ordinary, ordinary life,
I see so much magic, though I missed it at the time.

When I look back on my ordinary, ordinary life,
I see so much magic, though I missed it at the time.