the wrong ferrari

Adam Green y su “Wrong Ferrari”

En plena gira, Adam Green se dio el gusto de convocar a algunos amigos conocidos como Macaulay Culkin, Devendra Banhart, Pete Doherty, Evan Dando y Jeffrey Lewis, filmar una película con su I-Phone y subirla a la Web para que todo el mundo pueda disfrutarla. Tres preguntas con un artista todo terreno.

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¿Cómo nace y de qué se trata The Wrong Ferrari?

Fue algo que sentía en el cuerpo. Quería que hacer una película con la gente que me rodea, con mis amigos. Quizás porque leí mucho sobre Fassbinder y sus actores. Fue algo un poco terapéutico. En sí, la película no tiene una trama. La iba escribiendo a medida que grabábamos, así que creo que es más bien una especie de suma de ideas. Escribía los diálogos en tarjetas, así que nadie sabía muy bien qué íbamos a grabar cada día. En realidad estaba tratando de escribir algo así como un poema cómico. Como estoy más acostumbrado a escribir canciones, siempre estoy pensando en la forma en que se van a decir esas líneas, que de una u otra forma también se pueden leer como si fuese la letra de una canción más que un guión cinematográfico. Creo que se entiende mejor si se ve más de una vez. Es una gran metáfora de lo que para mí significa cumplir los treinta.

Empezaste tu carrera musical haciendo grabaciones caseras y con el tiempo te enfocaste más en la producción y los arreglos. Ahora, tu carrera como director la empezás usando un teléfono. ¿A qué se debe esta relación?

No soy un profesional, y como nunca había filmado nada, necesitaba dominar los instrumentos que tenía a mano. Es como cuando comprás tu primera guitarra: no elegís la más cara, sino una buena pero barata. Grabar con el I-Phone fue muy fácil, porque ya lo conocía, pero también lo elegí porque la imagen parece más real que lo filmado con otra tecnología. Es como un truco mental: al ver la calidad de la imagen, quizás por la costumbre, parece real. Seguramente, con el tiempo usaré otros equipos.

¿Ya estás trabajando en otra película?

Sí. Quiero hacer mi propia versión de Aladino. Pero un poco más adelante. Ahora estoy escribiendo un disco de duetos con Binki Shapiro, de Little Joy. De a poco vamos ensayando lo que ya tengo compuesto. La idea es grabarlo en septiembre, pero hay muchas distracciones en Nueva York. Es difícil enfocarse. De a ratos me siento un poco como cuando tenía once años, como si no tuviese idea de cómo escribir canciones. Eso sí, ya tengo muchas, muchas letras.


De tener que definir en pocas palabras The Wrong Ferrari, sería muy difícil no recurrir a términos como inusual, alucinógena, extraña o experimental, e inevitable demostrar una irremediable perplejidad. Escrita y grabada bajo los efectos de la ketamina, este fluir del subconsciente carece de una trama firme, discernible, transformándose en una serie de pequeñas viñetas humorísticas de lisérgico surrealismo. Un enfervorecido Adam Green escribió, dirigió y protagonizó esta fábula de crecimiento interior, con la libertad absoluta del creador independiente en plan de exorcismo artístico.

Adam, el personaje, quiere abandonar la vida arriba de los escenarios para dedicarse a ser una persona “normal”. Este será el comienzo de un extraño deambular en el que se incluyen entrevistas con los Mario Bros., recreaciones de cuadros norteamericanos históricos, diálogos afilados, exhibicionismo gratuito y una fuerte presencia de las drogas. Sí, todo muy “normal”. Por algo su creador la bautizó como una “tragedia screwball”.

Al ser consultado por sus no tan evidentes influencias, Green cita instantáneamente a Alejandro Jodorowsky, y une los puntos entre La montaña sagrada (1973), Greaser’s Palace (Robert Downing, 1972) y Sueños en Arizona (Emir Kusturika, 1993), pero releídas con la lente de Nick Zedd, con un insólito Fassbinder de referente final.

Hay por ahí un video en el que el cantante pinta un cuadro y lo lleva a pasear al Museo Metropolitano de Nueva York. Al no encontrarle un lugar, Green termina colgándolo en un poste cualquiera, en el medio del Central Park. Ese pequeño clip es, según él, un buen resumen de lo que pasó con su película: quiso hacer algo parecido a Jodorowsky, pero en vez de llevarlo a las mejores salas, inquieto, ansioso, lo subió a la Web para que todo el mundo lo vea. El resultado, disparatado, estimulante, críptico, se puede bajar de www.thewrongferrari.com. / Pablo Conde

>> www.thewrongferrari.com

Esto es a lo que se ha dedicado el genio de Adam Green en el año 2011


aquí tenéis la película por si alguno le apetece verla:

jeffrey lewis with lyrics

Mis obsesiones musicales son variadas e intensas. Una de ellas es sobre el músico americano Jeffrey Lewis, considerado uno de los mejores letristas actuales.

Intento leer las letras de este genial compositor siempre que puedo porque ello me facilita la comprensión cuando luego escucho los temas del mismo y en directa proporción el placer que obtengo.

Asi que me ha dado por compartir esta obsesión:

Jeffrey Lewis - Williamsburg Will Oldham Horror

Today I went to Major Matt's to remaster my old album
And on the L train in the morning, I was pretty sure I saw Will Oldham,
He was wearin' the same sunglasses he had on stage at the Bowery Ballroom
Had he come to walk among the Williamsburgers of his kingdom
And like the burghers of Calais will a sacrifice be demanded?
To offer up our dreams and beg for mercy empty-handed?
And hapless in our hipness crowded 5 to an appartment
Relegate our dreams to hobbies and deny our disappointment
Cause The Stones in '65 want total satisfaction, kid
But The Stones in '69 see grace in just getting what you need
But if that's a victory then I'd hate to see what I'd look like defeated
Cause I know there are those among us who seem to get their dreams unimpeded
Today I went to Major Matt's to remaster my old album
And on the L train in the morning, i was really sure i saw Will Oldham,
He was wearin' the same sunglasses he had on stage at the Bowery Ballroom
Had he come to walk among the Williamsburgers of his kingdom
And you might say now there's a guy who seems to have their world laid out before him
Or you might say, he's just a rich kid or a fascist or a charlatan
But either way you say it if you look at indie-rock culture you really can't ignore him
Lyrics www.allthelyrics.com/lyrics/jeffrey_lewis/
And even if at first dismissive, after some listens you'll enjoy him
I was thinking this on the L train, intend on bursting my own bubble
How long should an artist struggle before it isn't worth the hassle?
And admit we aren't fit to be the one inside the castle
This quest for greatness or, at least hipness, just a scam
And too much trouble but then what makes on human being worthy of an easy ride
Born to be a natural artist you love or hate but can't deny
While us minions in our millions tumble into history's chasm
We might have a couple of laughs but we're still wastes of protoplasm
Today I was gonna waste some time and money to remaster some dumb old album
And on the L train in the morning, i was really sure I saw Will Oldham,
He was wearin' the same big sunglasses he had on stage at the Bowery Ballroom
Had he come to see the strife here in the gutters of his kingdom?
Where us noble starving artists are striving to feed our ego
Our mothers like our music our our friends come to our shows
And if our friends become successful, we'll consider them our foes
Go home to our 4 roomates after payin' big bucks for rockstars shows
What a nightmare! what a horror! i don't want no part of this
Get me off this crazy ride,
I'm gonna puke, I'm gonna piss! I'd rather kill myself,
I'd rather just relax or not exist
But you say you wanna do an e-mail interview? Oh what the heck, I can't resist!
'Hey, 'ma, guess what today, I did another magazine interview!
Honey, that's great, you're really famous!!' Yeah and I'm 27 too!
I kinda thought I was gonna grow up to do stuff that would benefit humanity
But it's getting harder to tell if this artist's life is even benefitting me
Cause I was gonna waste some time and money today to remaster some dumb old album
And on the L train in the morning, I was totally sure I saw Will Oldham,
He was wearin' the same big sunglasses he had on stage at the bowery ballroom
And since I was feeling in need of answers I just went right up and asked him, I said,
Will Bonnie Prince, Palace or whatever 'What do you think about it?
Is it worth being an artist or an indie-rock star, or are you better off without it?'
Cause I mean maybe the world would be better if we were all just uncreative drones,
No dead child, hood dreams to haunt us, a decent job, a decent home,
And if we have some extra time we could do real things to promote peace,
Become scientists or history teachers or un-corrupt police at least,
'Come on Will, you gotta tell me!!' I grabbed and shook him by the arm,
The L train was leaning Bedford with 10,000 white 20 somethings crowed on
He opened his mouth to speak but it was lost in the rumbling of the wheels
We were thrown together in a corner and I yelled 'Tell me, man, for real!'
You're living comfortably, I assume, even if you're not quite a household name
You've reached a pretty high level of success & critical acclaim
The L train got to first avenue and a bunch of people piled out
I was starring into his sunglasses and I was really freakin' out i was like,
Steamboat Willie Bonnie Prince of all this shit, you're like the king of a certain genre
But even you must want to quit like if you hear a record by Bob Dylan or Neil Young or whatever
You must start thinkin' 'People like me, but i won't be that good ever'
And I'm sure the thing is probably Dylan himself too stayed up some nights
Wishing he was as good as Ginsberg or Camus
And he was like 'Dude, I'm such a faker, I'm just a clown who entertains
and these fools who pay for my crap, they just have pathetic punny brains
and Camus probably wished he was Milton too or whatever, you know what i'm sayin'?!'
So Will, will you be straight with me now that it's just us 2 on this train?
Cause I was gonna spend some time and money today to remaster some dumb old album
And I saw you here on the L train
And I was like 'Hey, is that Will Oldham?' he must at least , have some perspective
Cause it's like, living in this town I get so confused & wound up & up tight
And I just don't know up from down
And then we'd reached the last stop and the subway was deserted
There was a long moment of silence and I let go of his shirt
I started to think that maybe I'd made some kind of big mistake
I tried to walk out onto the platform but by then it was too late
His sunglasses seemed to grow darker and still he hadn't even spoke
He just came right up behind me and put his hand around my throat
And threw me down onto the concrete and kicked my face in with his boot
And dragged me down onto the train tracks and tied my hands back with his coat
And I was slipping out of conciousness as he was slipping down my jeans
And he was punching me and humping me and I slipped off into a dream
So it might have just been a delusion
But I thought I heard him say something like 'Artists are pussies'
Then he climbed back up and ran away
So I lay there in the darkness on the train tracks cold and broken
The hours passed and I thought,
Well... maybe I won't remaster that old album
And then I started thinking maybe it really hadn't been Will Oldham
Even though he did hold my arms and fucked me just like Will sings in 'A sucker's evening'
But whether it was him or not I couldn't forget the words he'd spoken
'Artists are pussies', like we're wusses or we end up getting fucked
And other kinds of folks are dicks, tall, smart and strong
And born to fuck us up I know,
It sounds really sexist and stupid,
It's a terrible analogy but at that moment on the train tracks,
It made a lot of sense to me maybe it's just some kind of natural balance,
Like 2 types of mental gender that's gone on in all societies,
In one form or another like some dicks were born to conquer,
I probably would if I could but if i'm just a pussy, that's okay
Cause in a few months maybe, I'll put out something good.




Jeffrey Lewis - To be Objectified

I left a trail of myself every place that I have been through,
And going bald is the most manly thing that I'm ever gonna do.
I tell the earth, "thanks for the hair, thanks for the skin, thanks for the bone",
Though I now slowly give it back I still appreciate the loan.
Just tell me that you like me in the same sentence as a mountain side.
'Cause it would be such a relief to be objectified.
'Cause who says it's so important to sort through these thoughts of ours.
Maybe be that's why we love to try to see ourselves from the outside
In photographs and videos and diaries and mirrors.
'Cause it would be such a relief to be objectified.
And the closest that I ever got still seems to leave a lot to go,
but the horizon seems to be a place that nobody can know.
Looking forth and looking back, our vision can't extend beyond the quaint vanishing points our bodies' recommend,
and I'll help you move some furniture somewhere it's never been before, but the room's so small the dresser drawer won't let us get back out the door.
Just tell me that you like me in the same sentence as the building.
It would be such a relief to...
I'm just a natural thing.
We're only boats,
And the boats are only empty
And you can't blame an empty boat that's on a river to the sea.
You can't blame a billion boats without a sail, without a sailor.
And that's how we look in photographs, and diaries, and mirrors.
And the plants turn into ants, and the ants turn into plants,
And children are clumsy people, and old people are rotting Children.
And I still don't have a cell phone, but this sea shell gets Reception,
And the ocean won't stop calling, and I want a restraining order.
Just tell me that you like me in the same sentence as a building.
It would be such a relief to see I'm just a natural thing.
We're just a natural thing.
Just like anything.




Jeffrey Lewis - End result

I am a product
I am a symbol of endless hopeless fruitless aimless games
I'm a glossy package on the market shelf
My contents aren't fit for human consumption
I could practically injure your perfect health
My ingredients will seize up your body's functions
I'm the dirt that everyone walks on
I am the orphan that nobody wants
I am the stair that everyone walks on
I am the leper that nobody wants to touch (much)

I am a sample
I am a scapegoat of useless futureless endless mindless ideas
I'm the number on a paper you file away
I'm a portfolio that you stick in the drawer
I'm the fool you try and scare when you say:
"We know all about you of that you can be sure"

Well I don't want your crazy system
I don't want to be on your files
Your temptations I try to resist them
Because I know what hides beneath your smiles

I am a topic
I am a subject for useless futureless endless mindless debates
You think of ways that you can hide me from the naive eyes of your figurehead
But don't you find that it ain't easy?
Wouldn't you love to see me dead?
[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/end-result-lyrics-jeffrey-lewis.html ]
Your answer is to give me treatment for crying out when you give me pain
Leave me with no possible remnant
You poke your knives into my brain

I'm an example
I'm no hero of the great intelligent magnificent human race
I'm part of the race that could all spare possesions
Part of the race that's wiping itself out
I'm part of the race that's got crazy obsessions
Like locking people up not letting them out

I hate the living dead and their working factories
They go like sheep to their production lines
They live on illusions; don't face the realities
All they live for is that big blue sign that says:
"Ford"
I'm bored, bored, bored

I am a product
I am a symbol of endless hopeless fruitless aimless games
I am a sample
I am a scapegoat of useless futureless endless mindless ideas
I am a topic
I am a subject for useless futureless endless mindless debates
I'm an example
I'm no hero of the great intelligent magnificent human race
(The great intelligent magnificent human race)
The great intelligent magnificent human race

anti-folk mixtape

Hace tiempo que no incluyo ninguna lista de reproducción en el blog. Acabo e hacer una muy agradable, con 8 temas de anti-folk bastante clásicos. Nada muy original si excluimos la versión de jeffrey lewis del tema "tell it to your heart" de Lou Reed, que es una joya bastante rara, aparecida en un recopilatorio aún más raro

Anti-Folk Mixtape

jeffrey lewis en la blogotheque

La blogotheque suele incluir tarde o temprano a la mayoría de los artistas que me llaman la atención. Tienen vista, eso está claro. He encontrado un par de actuaciones en directo de Jeffrey Lewis.

Jeffrey lewis - Roll Bus roll




La verdad es que suena mejor en la versión del álbum:

Jeffrey Lewis - Roll bus roll (album version)



Jeffrey Lewis - As I wandered´ cross the land

anti folk

Jeffrey Lewis esta de gira por nuestro país, ocasión para poder disfrutar con su propuesta musical anti-folk. El próximo sábado 15 de Octubre actuará en Madrid en la Sala NEU club. Me parece que voy a ir y que es todo un planazo

Es un tio con carisma que escribe letras muy molonas.

Creo que este video os molará:

Jeffrey Lewis - How Can It Be