Fun

Impressionante como os hyperlinks podem te fazer ficar horas e horas lendo na frente do computador. Ainda mais com a tal da Wikipedia.

Eu hoje comecei a clicar por aí, e descobri um monte de coisas interessantes, e outras nem tanto, sobre música e músicos.

Acabei caindo em artigos sobre o disco Tuesday Night Music Club, que alçou Sheryl Crow à condição de estrela. Ela foi um dos não muito comuns casos de artistas que "estouram" desta forma nos seus primeiros álbuns, e conseguem manter-se no topo. É só pegar a lista dos Grammys de 10, 15, 20 anos atrás e ver quais artistas continuaram fazendo discos e turnês de sucesso.

Enfim, esse disco ela fez em conjunto com vários outros músicos, que se autodenominavam o Tuesday Night Music Club. Depois eles até entraram em conflito sobre os créditos nas músicas, mas o fato é que funcionaram muito bem musicalmente.

Durante os trabalhos do disco naquelas terças-feiras, diz a lenda que Sheryl não conseguia encaixar uma letra legal na música que viria a ser chamada "All I Wanna Do", se tornaria o carro-chefe do álbum e talvez a música que a consagrou. O produtor Bill Bottrell então encontrou numa pequena livraria de Pasadena um livro chamado "The Country Of Here Below", do poeta Wyn Cooper. Neste livro há um poema chamado "Fun", e ele teve a idéia de usar esse poema como letra da música. Sheryl fez umas adaptações aqui e ali pra ficar mais cantável, meteu um refrão, e deu no que deu.

Abaixo o poema e a letra da música, para a sua comparação. Veja só que interessante:

"Fun" “All I want is to have a little fun Before I die,” says the man next to me Out of nowhere, apropos of nothing. He says His name’s William but I’m sure he’s Bill Or Billy, Mac or Buddy; he’s plain ugly to me, And I wonder if he’s ever had fun in his life. We are drinking beer at noon on Tuesday, In a bar that faces a giant car wash. The good people of the world are washing their cars On their lunch hours, hosing and scrubbing As best they can in skirts and suits. They drive their shiny Datsuns and Buicks Back to the phone company, the record store, The genetic engineering lab, but not a single one Appears to be having fun like Billy and me. I like a good beer buzz early in the day, And Billy likes to peel the labels From his bottles of Bud and shred them on the bar. Then he lights every match in an oversized pack, Letting each one burn down to his thick fingers Before blowing and cursing them out. A happy couple enters the bar, dangerously close To one another, like this is a motel, But they clean up their act when we give them A look. One quick beer and they’re out, Down the road and in the next state For all I care, smiling like idiots. We cover sports and politics and once, When Billy burns his thumb and lets out a yelp, The bartender looks up from his want-ads. Otherwise the bar is ours, and the day and the night And the car wash too, the matches and Buds And the clean and dirty cars, the sun and the moon And every motel on this highway. It’s ours you hear? And we’ve got plans, so relax and let us in— All we want is to have a little fun.

"All I Wanna Do" Hit it! This ain't no disco It ain't no country club either This is LA! "All I wanna do is have a little fun before I die," Says the man next to me out of nowhere It's apropos of nothing He says his name's William but I'm sure, He's Bill or Billy or Mac or Buddy And he's plain ugly to me And I wonder if he's ever had a day of fun in his whole life We are drinking beer at noon on Tuesday In a bar that faces a giant car wash The good people of the world are washing their cars On their lunch break, hosing and scrubbing As best they can in skirts in suits They drive their shiny Datsuns and Buicks Back to the phone company, the record store too Well, they're nothing like Billy and me, cause [Chorus] All I wanna do is have some fun I got a feeling I'm not the only one All I wanna do is have some fun I got a feeling I'm not the only one All I wanna do is have some fun Until the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard I like a good beer buzz early in the morning And Billy likes to peel the labels From his bottles of Bud He shreds them on the bar Then he lights every match in an oversized pack Letting each one burn down to his thick fingers before blowing and cursing them out And he's watching the bottles of Bud as they spin on the floor And a happy couple enters the bar Dangerously close to one another The bartender looks up from his want ads Chorus Otherwise the bar is ours, The day and the night and the car wash too The matches and the Buds and the clean and dirty cars The sun and the moon but Chorus

Viu? Quando ficar sem inspiração pra escrever uma música, dê uma olhada nos livros de poesia que existem por aí. Ou arrume um amigo poeta. Pode dar samba. Ou Grammy.