Podcast 001 - Punk Milano & Linton Kwesi 1985, neri & bianchi

05-10-06

Categoria: Podcast Mp3 Radio

Presentazione Gomma TV; registrazione 1985 contestazione punk a Milano Poesia e performance di Linton Kwesi Johnson; 1969 - inno delle Pantere Nere; Vorresti la pelle nera?; Norman Mailer e i neri bianchi: hipsters anni 50; razzismo Made in Italy; Gheddafi Mohican.

Nei cessi del Virus - Probabilmente 1981 - Foto by Gomma

Questa è la Gomma Tv: visioni & impressioni di Gomma sul presente e futuro, nonché sul passato. Infatti metto online il mio archivio sulle controculture, che ho cominciato ad accumulare 30 anni fa: testi, volantini, foto, nastri audio e video.

In questa prima puntata:

• 1985 - i punk e le creature simili di Milano, inferociti per la pressione autoritaria contestano Milano Poesia.

Linton Kwesi Johson, il grande poeta giamaicano immigrato a Londra, recita durante la serata "5 NIGHTS OF BLEEDING":

Madness, madness

Madness tight on the heads of the rebels

The bitterness erup's like a heart blas'

Broke glass, ritual of blood an' a-burnin'

Served by a cruelin' fighting

5 nights of horror and of bleeding

Broke glass, cold blades as sharp as the eyes of hate

And the stabbin', it's

War amongs' the rebels

Madness, madness, war

Night number one was in Brixton

Sofrano B sound system

'im was a-beatin' up the riddim with a fire

'im comin' down his reggae reggae wire

It was a sound checkin' down your spinal column

A bad music tearin' up your flesh

An' the rebels dem start a fighting

De youth dem just tun wild, it's

War amongs' the rebels

Madness, madness, war

Night number two down at Sheppard's

Right up Railton road

It was a night name friday when ev'ryone was high on brew or drew

A pound or two worth of Kali

Sound comin' down of the king's music iron

The riddim just bubblin' an' backfirin'

Ragin' an' risin'

When suddenly the music cut -

Steelblade drinkin' blood in darkness, it's

War amongs' the rebels

Madness, madness, war

Night number three, over the river

Right outside the Rainbow

Inside James Brown was screamin soul

Outside the rebels were freezin' cold

Babylonian tyrants descended

Bounced on the brothers who were bold

So with a flick of the wris', a jab and a stab

The song of hate was sounded

The pile of oppression was vomited

And two policemen wounded

Righteous, righteous war

Night number four at the blues dance, abuse dance

Two rooms packed and the pressure pushin' up

Hot, hotheads

Ritual of blood in the blues dance

Broke glass splintering, fire

Axes, blades, brain blas'

Rebellion rushin' down the wrong road

Storm blowin' down the wrong tree

And Leroy bleeds near death on the fourth night

In a blues dance, on a black rebellious night, it's

War amongs' the rebels

Madness, madness, war

Night number five at the telegraph

Vengeance walk thru de doors

So slow, so smooth

So tight and ripe and -smash!

Broke glass, a bottle finds a head

And the shell of the fire heard -crack!

The victim feels fear

Finds hands, holds knife, finds throat

Oh, the stabbins and the bleedin' and the blood, it's

War amongs' the rebels

Madness, madness, war

I punk sono coinvolti dal dub, ma Linton Kwesi solidarizza con la lotta dei bianchi?

• 1969 - "THE MEETING", la canzone di Elaine Brown diventata l'inno delle Pantere Nere, il gruppo nero + miologico, per neri e bianchi...

Yes - He turned and be walked

Past the eyes of my life.

And, he nodded and sang without sound.

And his face had the look

Of a man who knew strife

And a feeling familiarly came around.

REFRAIN:

      I said,

      Man, where have you been for all these years

      Man, where were you when I sought you

      Man, do you know me as I know you

      Man, am I coming through

And, he spoke in a voice

That was centuries old.

And, be smiled in a way that was strange.

And, his full lips of night

Spoke about our people's plight

And a feeling familiarly came around.

REFRAIN:

      And, we sat and we talked

      About freedom and things.

      And, he told me about what he dreamed.

      But I knew of that dream

      Long before he had spoke

      And a feeling familiarly came around.

• Come i giovani rdicali bianchi furono allontanati dai movimenti neri, e come le controculture tentarono di fare sintesi: Paolo Farnetti e Norman Mailer;

• Piccole speranze antirazziste 2006 e provocazione punk-libica 1986.

Sottofondo musicale di Ernest Dawkins, Black Flag, Fall.

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News collegate:
Linton Kwesi Johnson a Milano 1985 - 11-11-06
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