{"id":1583,"date":"2009-07-28T00:07:33","date_gmt":"2009-07-27T21:07:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lorenalupu.wordpress.com\/?p=1583"},"modified":"2009-07-28T00:07:33","modified_gmt":"2009-07-27T21:07:33","slug":"cand-rock-ul-intalneste-sublimul-when-rock-meets-sublime","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/cand-rock-ul-intalneste-sublimul-when-rock-meets-sublime\/","title":{"rendered":"C\u00e2nd rock-ul \u00eent\u00e2lne\u015fte sublimul \/ When Rock Meets Sublime"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>\u015ei aici m\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc la acele balade cutremur\u0103toare care arat\u0103 latura catharctic\u0103 a rock-ului. Baladele care ne-au f\u0103cut s\u0103 tr\u0103im o mic\u0103 moarte. Balade care ne-au f\u0103cut s\u0103 vis\u0103m la o mare dragoste. Balade monumentale, balade sensibile, latura delicat\u0103 a metalelor grele (iar lista nu e f. cuprinz\u0103toare, doar ce \u00eemi amintesc pe fug\u0103). \/<br \/>\nI am thinking about those overwhelming ballads that represent the catharctic side of rock. Ballads that made us experience &#8220;la petite mort&#8221;. Ballads that made us dream of a great love. Monumental ballads, sensitive ballads, the gentle touch of hard rocks and heavy metals. (And it is not a complete list, just a snippet of my short and inefficient memory.)<\/p>\n<div class=\"video-container\"><span class=\"embed-youtube\" style=\"text-align:center; display: block;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" width=\"700\" height=\"394\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/iDm3TxjW_gw?version=3&#038;rel=1&#038;showsearch=0&#038;showinfo=1&#038;iv_load_policy=1&#038;fs=1&#038;hl=en-US&#038;autohide=2&#038;wmode=transparent\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" style=\"border:0;\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups allow-presentation allow-popups-to-escape-sandbox\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/div>\n<p>&#8220;Stairway to Heaven&#8221; &#8211; Compus\u0103 \u00een 1971, c\u00e2nd mama \u00eenc\u0103 nici nu visa c\u0103 \u00eel va cunoa\u015fte pe tata. Cei care nu \u00eel cunoa\u015fte\u0163i, nu v\u0103 l\u0103sa\u0163i p\u0103c\u0103li\u0163i de \u00eenceputul pa\u015fnic; continuarea e pasional\u0103! \/ Composed in 1971, when my mother wasn&#8217;t even dreaming that she would meet my dad. Those of you who never heard it: don&#8217;t let yourself fooled by the smooth beginning: things will get passionate soon!<\/p>\n<div class=\"video-container\"><span class=\"embed-youtube\" style=\"text-align:center; display: block;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" width=\"700\" height=\"394\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/sEbMbAuAgmU?version=3&#038;rel=1&#038;showsearch=0&#038;showinfo=1&#038;iv_load_policy=1&#038;fs=1&#038;hl=en-US&#038;autohide=2&#038;wmode=transparent\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" style=\"border:0;\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups allow-presentation allow-popups-to-escape-sandbox\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/div>\n<p>&#8220;Dream On&#8221; &#8211; 1973. Aceia\u015fi ani ai idealurilor care se contureaz\u0103 \u00eence\u0163o\u015fat \u015fi izbucnesc \u00een fl\u0103c\u0103ri. Ani \u00een care muzica \u00eenc\u0103 nu era at\u00e2t de &#8220;industrie&#8221;, ci mai aducea oarecum a art\u0103. \/ The same years of foggy ideals that suddenly burst into flame. The years when music was less of an industry, and more of an art.<\/p>\n<p>&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;<\/p>\n<p>Pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 \u00eembr\u0103c\u0103mintea oribil\u0103, tatuajele ridicole \u015fi frizurile sinistre, anii &#8217;80 au adus c\u00e2teva balade memorabile. Uite c\u00e2teva exemple: \/ Beside horrible outfits, ridiculous tattoos and the most horrifying haircuts, the 80s brought a few unforgettable power ballads. Here are some of them.<\/p>\n<p><div class=\"video-container\"><span class=\"embed-youtube\" style=\"text-align:center; display: block;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" width=\"700\" height=\"394\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/mtUU5HghqZw?version=3&#038;rel=1&#038;showsearch=0&#038;showinfo=1&#038;iv_load_policy=1&#038;fs=1&#038;hl=en-US&#038;autohide=2&#038;wmode=transparent\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" style=\"border:0;\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups allow-presentation allow-popups-to-escape-sandbox\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/div> <!--more--><\/p>\n<p>De pe albumul &#8220;Theatre of Pain&#8221; al lui Motley Crue (da, stiu, exist\u0103 ni\u015fte umlauturi!) Culmea, melodia asta pacifist\u0103 le-a furnizat b\u0103ie\u0163ilor bani grei pentru heroina care le \u0163inea loc de p\u00e2ine. \/ From &#8220;Theatre of Pain&#8221; by Motley Crue (yeap, I&#8217;m aware I have omitted the umlauts.) The point is that this peaceful song provided them the dough for the heroin they used as a replacement for their daily bread those days.<\/p>\n<div class=\"video-container\"><span class=\"embed-youtube\" style=\"text-align:center; display: block;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" width=\"700\" height=\"394\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/6G3Exb1WN4U?version=3&#038;rel=1&#038;showsearch=0&#038;showinfo=1&#038;iv_load_policy=1&#038;fs=1&#038;hl=en-US&#038;autohide=2&#038;wmode=transparent\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" style=\"border:0;\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups allow-presentation allow-popups-to-escape-sandbox\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/div>\n<p>C\u00e2ntecul \u0103sta scris \u00een 1987 de frumosul (pe atunci) Coverdale a fost prima balad\u0103 rock pe care am auzit-o dup\u0103 revolu\u0163ie. Merit\u0103 s\u0103 men\u0163ionez c\u0103 pe atunci m\u0103 d\u0103deam \u00een secret cu rujurile \u015fi fardurile mamei, \u00eei purtam pantofii cu tocurile \u00eenalte, \u015fi visam s\u0103 fiu o femeie fatal\u0103? Noroc c\u0103 nu exista internet pe atunci, \u015fi de aceea, genera\u0163ia prostiei noastre nu a ajuns pe pitzipoanca.org. \/ This song, written in 1987 by the then-handsome Coverdale (Whitesnake) was the first song I&#8217;ve heard after the Revolution of 1989. Should I mention that I was ten &#8211; turning eleven, I was using my mom&#8217;s make up kit and lipstick in secret, and wearing her high heel shoes? We were fortunate not to have Internet, so we were prevented to share our pathetic attempts of simulating femininity with all the perverts surfing the virtual &#8220;waves&#8221; novadays.<\/p>\n<div class=\"video-container\"><span class=\"embed-youtube\" style=\"text-align:center; display: block;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" width=\"700\" height=\"394\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/rhb6exmrwyE?version=3&#038;rel=1&#038;showsearch=0&#038;showinfo=1&#038;iv_load_policy=1&#038;fs=1&#038;hl=en-US&#038;autohide=2&#038;wmode=transparent\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" style=\"border:0;\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups allow-presentation allow-popups-to-escape-sandbox\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/div>\n<p>&#8220;Trash&#8221; al lui Alice Cooper (1989) a fost prima mea caset\u0103. Am iubit-o. De\u015fi nu \u0103sta e motivul pentru care l-am pomenit pe domnul Vincent Furnier (hello! doar nu credea\u0163i c\u0103 pe Alice Cooper \u00eel cheam\u0103 a\u015fa \u015fi \u00een buletin!), ci pentru simplul fapt c\u0103 baladele lui sunt rupere. \/ Alice Cooper&#8217;s 1989 album &#8220;Trash&#8221; was my first audio cassette ever, in that era of cheap tape recorders. Nonetheless, this is not the reason why I&#8217;ve put Mr. Vincent Furnier here. It is just for the mere fact that his power ballads kick ass.<\/p>\n<p>(Va urma \/ To be continued) <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u015ei aici m\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc la acele balade cutremur\u0103toare care arat\u0103 latura catharctic\u0103 a rock-ului. Baladele care ne-au f\u0103cut s\u0103 tr\u0103im o mic\u0103 moarte. 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