Garbage: Studio Diaries 2004
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kibirovTo whom it may concern - Ширли Мэнсон снова вывешивает свежие дневники на http://www.garbage.com/
Надо жать кнопочку diary.
Там всё примерно так же, как всегда, когда они не играют, т.е. много ругани типа "как мне надоело в студии!", - но это всё-таки лучше, чем просто вывесить на сайте фразу "скоро будет новый альбом, ждите!" и обо всём забыть.
Вообще, я люблю такую документалистику, когда человек, о котором ты, кроме песен собственно, знаешь или ничего, или почти ничего, - не принимать же всерьёз глянцевые музобзоры, - вот так обычным разговорным языком рассказывает всякую мелочёвку, повседневщину, то, что вокруг происходит... из чего складывается чья угодно жизнь... Ужасается тому же, что и ты, - Беслан, вот... Злится на здоровье, радуется обновкам, ругает власть, говорит о работе... Не скрывает, что он - человек. Тогда и песни иначе звучат, разве нет? Какое-то ещё доверие, что ли, появляется. Знаешь, что ему/ей можно верить, - как-то так :) Ну, или что нельзя... Но Ширли, по-моему, можно :)
The last time I performed was at the end of May when I sang a couple of songs with a Jazz quartet for the closing down of the Oscar Meyer theatre here in Madison.I wore a white flower in my hair and a long sparkly pink gown and I stood under a lone spotlight and sang "The Man I Love" and I thought I was going to die of contentment right there and then. I mean.........Peggy Lee was one of the first singers I ever fell in love with as a little girl and it's been my life's dream to sing some of those old standards with great jazz musicians behind me.
And so it was my good fortune to sing whilst Richard Davis played the double bass and oh my...........it gave me the chills hearing him play.He's just so amazing.
I'm in a really fucking BAD MOOD today.I quite literally just got out the wrong side of my bed.I am doing my best to avoid having to deal with any human being on any level but the effort to keep myself closeted away is annoying me further. I think I need to find a kick boxing class here in madison.I haven't done any boxing since I left LA and I can feel the tension building in my body.It's pretty hard to keep a sense of calm in this world these days.I don't know how other people do it.
Went to see the Metallica movie "Some kind of Monster" last night and was completely spellbound.I mean.........first off........I'm in LOVE with James Hetfield but more importantly .......it completely resonated with me in terms of the studio experience with my own band. I sat mezmerized as I watched how they struggled to come to terms with each other and their individual desires.Totally and utterly fascinating.
Have to also point out that Garbage share the same management team as Metallica so of course we were struggling not to hoot with laughter whenever any of them appeared on screen but it was very weird to see them in their capacity as managers without being emotionally invested in their responses.I can only equate it to watching your own parents in their dealings with other children.
Being in a band is so fucking weird.From the outside it always seems like "the band" is so tight.....and in some ways of course it is.
You're so familiar with one another you can practically predict what someone is going to say or how they are going to react but on the other hand.....because you are all bound together and seen as a group and not indentified as individuals,there's a distance set by each member of the band in a frustrated attempt to reclaim one's identity.The really odd thing about being in a band is the fact that although you love one another deeply and you've seen and been through so much together and that creates an insanely deep bond which is extremely precious and beautiful......... there also co-exists a twisted frustration with the group dynamic. I sometimes imagine us to be like Siamese Twins.The more you try to forge your own identity the more you come to realise you can never truly break free of the band despite all your valiant attempts.It's like the mafia.You can't get out alive.You never gain the complete autonomy that you seek so desperately. Very very weird indeed.And yet...strangely beautiful too.
Надо жать кнопочку diary.
Там всё примерно так же, как всегда, когда они не играют, т.е. много ругани типа "как мне надоело в студии!", - но это всё-таки лучше, чем просто вывесить на сайте фразу "скоро будет новый альбом, ждите!" и обо всём забыть.
Вообще, я люблю такую документалистику, когда человек, о котором ты, кроме песен собственно, знаешь или ничего, или почти ничего, - не принимать же всерьёз глянцевые музобзоры, - вот так обычным разговорным языком рассказывает всякую мелочёвку, повседневщину, то, что вокруг происходит... из чего складывается чья угодно жизнь... Ужасается тому же, что и ты, - Беслан, вот... Злится на здоровье, радуется обновкам, ругает власть, говорит о работе... Не скрывает, что он - человек. Тогда и песни иначе звучат, разве нет? Какое-то ещё доверие, что ли, появляется. Знаешь, что ему/ей можно верить, - как-то так :) Ну, или что нельзя... Но Ширли, по-моему, можно :)
The last time I performed was at the end of May when I sang a couple of songs with a Jazz quartet for the closing down of the Oscar Meyer theatre here in Madison.I wore a white flower in my hair and a long sparkly pink gown and I stood under a lone spotlight and sang "The Man I Love" and I thought I was going to die of contentment right there and then. I mean.........Peggy Lee was one of the first singers I ever fell in love with as a little girl and it's been my life's dream to sing some of those old standards with great jazz musicians behind me.
And so it was my good fortune to sing whilst Richard Davis played the double bass and oh my...........it gave me the chills hearing him play.He's just so amazing.
I'm in a really fucking BAD MOOD today.I quite literally just got out the wrong side of my bed.I am doing my best to avoid having to deal with any human being on any level but the effort to keep myself closeted away is annoying me further. I think I need to find a kick boxing class here in madison.I haven't done any boxing since I left LA and I can feel the tension building in my body.It's pretty hard to keep a sense of calm in this world these days.I don't know how other people do it.
Went to see the Metallica movie "Some kind of Monster" last night and was completely spellbound.I mean.........first off........I'm in LOVE with James Hetfield but more importantly .......it completely resonated with me in terms of the studio experience with my own band. I sat mezmerized as I watched how they struggled to come to terms with each other and their individual desires.Totally and utterly fascinating.
Have to also point out that Garbage share the same management team as Metallica so of course we were struggling not to hoot with laughter whenever any of them appeared on screen but it was very weird to see them in their capacity as managers without being emotionally invested in their responses.I can only equate it to watching your own parents in their dealings with other children.
Being in a band is so fucking weird.From the outside it always seems like "the band" is so tight.....and in some ways of course it is.
You're so familiar with one another you can practically predict what someone is going to say or how they are going to react but on the other hand.....because you are all bound together and seen as a group and not indentified as individuals,there's a distance set by each member of the band in a frustrated attempt to reclaim one's identity.The really odd thing about being in a band is the fact that although you love one another deeply and you've seen and been through so much together and that creates an insanely deep bond which is extremely precious and beautiful......... there also co-exists a twisted frustration with the group dynamic. I sometimes imagine us to be like Siamese Twins.The more you try to forge your own identity the more you come to realise you can never truly break free of the band despite all your valiant attempts.It's like the mafia.You can't get out alive.You never gain the complete autonomy that you seek so desperately. Very very weird indeed.And yet...strangely beautiful too.
