The Plastic People of the Universe/Agon Orchestra - Obesel ja poli pet DVD+CD

The Plastic People of the Universe/Agon Orchestra - Obesel ja poli pet (Obešel já polí pět) DVD+CD
Страна: Czech republic
Жанр: RIO/Avant-Prog
Продолжительность: 1:55
Год выпуска: 2009 г.
Лейбл: Guerilla records
Треклист:
Koncert Plastic People + Agon Orchestra, Roxy 12.12.2002 - premiéra (kompletní program)
1. Dechovka I.
2. Slavná Nemesis
3. Eterna/K Denici mluví Dryáda
4. Jak bude po smrti
5. Jsem Absolutní Vůle
6. Dechovka II.
BONUSY:
1. Plastic People + Agon Orchestra, Archa, 14.10.2003 - přídavky (?el pro krev, Kanárek)
2. Obe?el já zákulisí (aneb jak to vypadá za oponou...)
3. Plastic People, Boskovice, 3.9.2006 (Moc jsem si neu?il, Je večer, mlha padá, Bylo to nedávno, Ach líně, líně...)
4. Host (film Bedřicha Glasera na motivy povídky L. Klímy Jak bude po smrti, hudba: PPU)
Доп. информация: Вниманию добряков - вот такое двойное издание с дальней полочки.
Пластиковые Люди - это нечто. Просто обожаю. Хотя по внешнему виду дедушки явно только что сбежали с Вудстока и ещё не отошли от травы. Непонятно, как к ним в пыльный тусняк затесалась эта роскошная брюнетка с бас-гитарой и сакраментальным именем Eva, щиплющая толстые струны в длинных тёмных перчатках с обрезанными кончиками пальцев, словно велосипедистка.
Тема выступления основана на творчестве писателя и философа начала прошлого века Ладислава Климы. Я там внизу добавил переведённые на английский материалы с буклета, которые включают некоторые его тексты. Ну бред полный. В смысле - символизьм и акмеизьм Совершенно подстать Пластиковым Людям.
Большинство композиций, играемых на ДВД, - с диска Jak bude po smrti 1979 года. Сыграно всё замечательно, духовые на высоте, струнные тоже неплохи (бас-гитара рулит, понятное дело ).
Но, блин...
Не создаётся впечатления цельности концерта. Всё воспринимается какими-то кусками. Потому как дедушки переусердствовали с театральностью и вставили в концерт простые чтения текстов Климы, да ещё и на чешском. Было бы это в меру - сошло бы за налёт авангардизма. Но - у них с этим явный перебор. Что огорчает.
Затем - бонусный СД сильно покусан по частотке. Непонятно, с какого перепугу.
Ну - и буклет. Половина - на чешском, половина - на английском. Фоток мало, а те, что есть - почему-то с другого выступления... Так что тем, кто скачал СД, в этой сканы можно не тянуть (аж 800 мег). Да в принципе, можно и никому их не . Инфу на английском я распознал и вставил ниже в спойлер, а на чешском добрякам не особенно и, думаю, надо...
Зато конец этой стрёмной хореографии - ай, удался!
Музыканты спускаются со сцены в зал - а чуть сбоку уже стоит накрытый стол, прогибающийся от кружек, полных золотистого пива. И ещё - закуска. Вполне соответствующая напиткам. Все чинно рассаживаются вокруг стола, кто-то смеётся, кто-то курит, - у Евы между пальцев какая-то длинная папироска, - и картинка на экране плавно угасает...
Ну не кайф ли?

Инфа из буклета (на английском)

It's hard to decide on the spot whether Klima is a philosopher or a poet. Or is it?
Klima fits in both domains.
Klima can bewitch you and piss you off.
Every now and then someone grumbles to me about Klima having nicked a lot of stuff from Nietzsche. Even a chicken can see that.
His Czech is wild and beautiful, ageless, grammatically obstinate.
A long time ago, me and Hlavsa proclaimed the Year of Ladislav Klima. For a week we walked around Prague telling everyone about it.
When we told two secret cops at the U Supu pub, we introduced ourselves as Yagoda and Yezhov. With each shot we drank we stood up and introduced ourselves again. The next day we shook with trepidation.
Friends who'd been sitting in the corner kept trying to let us know that we were sitting at the wrong table, gesturing with their arms and legs.
But we'd been bearing important news: we'd proclaimed the Year of Ladislav Klima. Then there was the concert in Nova Viska. The spirit of Klima had materialised.
Vratislav Brabenec, December 2009
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Afterlife
The last memories of a shopkeeper from the city of E.
h, I was drinking at U sluncu, I drank
twenty Pilsner beers and eight shots of slivovitz.
When, suddenly, words sharply pierced my ears:
„Five fields I wandered.
A strange moment stirred my soul,
most of all a terrifying angst;
that ridiculousness and horror are akin,
that the world is a profoundly bottomless grotesque.
I walked out to the courtyard to watch the night sky...
When my hearing was again overwhelmed: „Five fields I wandered, I collapsed unconsciouss.
1. Where you off to, shopkeeper? Drinking up?
2. Yeah, half an hour more I'll stay.
1. And then? You're not going home?
2. Right. I will. I'll kiss my wife and climb into bed.
1. (laughter)
2. Why does the yellow horror guide me through
the countryside and the grass sings:
„The poor wretch, the poor wretch!
1. Death is inside of you and will not be repelled!
2. All's in vain! I cannot escape! What do you want?
1. „Five fields I wandered.
2.I, the poor shopkeeper Matthias Lebermeyer!
What is all this? Where am I?
1. His lordship is at a hotel.
2. „Five fields I wandered.
1. His lordship did not wander through any fields.
2. Is it all a dream?
1. Should I bring you some strong coffee? It will fix your stomach and sober you up...
2. Bring it - and leave me be!
1. Now I must quickly leave this house, this town!
Sunshine is fading out,
and so is my mind;
stalks grow from the ends of my fingers,
stalks with heads of children that swing.
Perhaps I'll lose my sight as well...
Everything is swaying and falling.
Blood gushes from the sun...
It is quite unpleasant...
I still hear the hollow pounding,
- is it a dream?
Where have I dreamt all these years?
In which bed, in which courtyard, on which star?
Lord have mercy on the poor canvas soul!
Or are you only the imagination of a Dream...
Why this horrid comedy?
Am I not - being a God - able to know myself?
I will return into the town.
I will stand up, I will open my eyes. The hotel -gone!...
And my suitcase is gone - Lord, I am such a fool...
My collars, my socks - cotton for my sore ass,
the whitest cotton - all in hell!
Home, home, where my tasty dinner awaits!
My house, my shop, my wife!...
Again the hollow sound of wooden beams
that will nail me into the earth!
I, the poor shopkeeper Matthias Lebermeyer...
Never laid my eyes on a more horrid corpse -
on my own body - I am dead.
Is it all a dream? Is it - afterlife?
In a forest reaching towards the heavens,
the loud sound of thunder - once - twice -
I am disintegrating into atoms,
deep beneath the foul earth.
„Five fields I wandered.
Ladislav Klima
from Jak bude po smrti 1919
Selected and edited by Vratislav Brabenec 1979
Translated by Jan Jonak
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ETERNA
He walked steadily onwards with stubborn determination in a state of raving semi-unconsciousness, feverishly expecting that despite everything he would still reach the end. He walked for years, hundreds, thousands of years, an eternity - and still an immense plain lay festering before him. Suddenly a man stood up from the ground in front of him and said: Here is the end of time! The vortex of eternity, of nothing, that is, he thought to himself and lost consciousness. When he came to he felt he was being carried along, on and on.
He found himself in a kingdom of fiery clouds, thundering with an unutterable exuberance of colours and shapes!
(He was dying) of delight from heavenly, extrasensory fragrances: he had no body, however, he'd become nothing but vision and dying, dying from fragrances!
It was a different, different world - oh, so familiar - and yet so unfamiliar! It became more and more enchanting - landscapes, constellations, towns and cities, people, nymphs rose up and immediately disappeared behind him as he flew along, things un-dreamed-of and yet so familiar kept being born from this world, again and again. I am in the past again, having crossed the boundaries of time! he grasped finally. And the enchanting world took flight hastily, some of the clouds condensed into bulky earthly mountains.
He walked on and everything was becoming all the more familiar; he could predict what was coming next - as if these things were actually appearing on his command. But even so a curtain separated him from them.
And now I wil