ELS DISCS DE L'OBSCURA. "CATHEDRAL"

No se quan durarà, però tinc la intenció de comentar certs discos que m’han travessat de tal manera que es podria dir que formen part de la meva positiva obscuritat, discos que els portes dins teu tota la vida, que son capaços de crear unes atmosferes i uns sentiments determinats, que superen qualsevol sensació primerenca que havien produït en mi, per convertir-se en part de la banda sonora de la meva vida.
Vull començar parlant del disc de Castanets, “Cathedral”. Castanets és el projecte personal de Raymond Raposa, un joveníssim músic de San Diego i Cathedral va ser la seva segona obra.

33,33 minuts realment esfereïdors. Com parlar-se a un mateix a la nit, mentre la lluna no apareix al cel i la foscor ens envaeix.
Vull remarcar sobre tot l’entrada del quart tema “You are the blood”, que transforma el disc d’una forma excepcional i ens transporta a un món únic, amb els temes “No light to be found”, “Three days, four nights”, “As you do”...Leonard Cohen, Black Heart Procession, el folk més fosc...

El vídeo que us he posat em sembla adient, malgrat no es veu la cara de Raymond, ja que exemplifica perfectament el que vull transmetre del disc.

"No Light to be Found/You are the Blood":


Lletres:
"No Light to be found":
I've got something that my baby wants
And I've got something that my baby wants
And she's got something that I want too
Baby and I are through

I've been down to the bottom
With a bad, bad man
Down to the bottom babe
With a bad, bad man

Lay me down with your gentle hand

Well he said this darkness, it was untrue
And first he said this darkness, darlin',
It was untrue
And that there was no light to be found in you

But I know, darlin', that that's not true

And I had a dream so black
That I could not tell
Oh, honey, I had a dream so dark
That I could not tell

But I know that's just as well

And I don't know, babe,
Just where you've been
I don't know, darlin',
Just where you've been

But I've hung myself heavy here
Babe, I don't know where the hell I am

I thought that man, babe,
He might have something that I need
I thought that man, darlin',
He might have something that I need

But he had no anger
For you or for me
And, babe, I swear
That man never even knew I was here

Some of these friends of mine
How I miss them so
Good Lord, these sweet friends of mine
How I miss them so

But some of these, others beg
Well they're driving me around
On some cold, dark, and strange
And deathly roads

Take me down to your river
I want to see how it runs
Down to your river, darlin',
I want to know just how it runs

But if that man
Waits on the path
Then I know for good
That I'm done

And I got a feeling
That man, he's just begun

"You are the blood":
You are the blood
Flowing through my fingers
All through the soil
Up in those trees

You are electricity
And you are light
You are sound itself
And you are flight