BRIGHT EYES / I’m Wade Awake, It’s Morning (2005.)

O “I’m wide awake, it’s morning” je napisana gomila recenzija i nema ih smisla ponavljati. Ionako Oberstu sklona kritika ovoga puta nije štedjela na komplimentima i to s punim pravom. Mada u načelu uglavnom akustičan, ovaj je album zadržao energičnost ranijih ostvarenja Bright Eyesa, a Conorov se poetski genij manifestira u širokoj lepezi tema u rasponu od avionskih nesreća, preko propalih emocionalnih veza, depresivnih epizoda, promašenih života, podvodnih vlakova pa do jednostavnih ali dubokih ljubavnih interakcija. Stoga zaslužuje svoje mjesto u niski nazvanoj “Nezaboravne vatre”!

 

Ljeto 2005. dosad je najplodnije razdoblje u djelovanju ionako hiperproduktivnog kantautora Conora Obersta, odnosno njegovog tadašnjeg projekta Bright Eyes. Te su godine, naime, u relativno kratkom roku objavljena dva uistinu vrhunska ostvarenja, folkom obojeni album I’m Wide Awake, It’s Morning, te primjetno ‘elektroničkiji’ Digital Ash in a Digital Urn.

O ovom je prvom napisana gomila recenzija i nema ih smisla ponavljati. Ionako Oberstu sklona kritika ovoga puta nije štedjela na komplimentima i to s punim pravom. Mada u načelu uglavnom akustičan, ovaj je album zadržao energičnost ranijih ostvarenja Bright Eyesa, a Conorov se poetski genij manifestira u širokoj lepezi tema u rasponu od avionskih nesreća, preko propalih emocionalnih veza, depresivnih epizoda, promašenih života, podvodnih vlakova pa do jednostavnih ali dubokih ljubavnih interakcija.

tumblr_m5vdielgED1rydxalo7_1280Možda najradikalniji ali i najznakovitiji istup kritike po pitanju I’m wide awake, it’s morning jest onaj u kojemu ga se naziva američkim oponenotom ‘OK Computeru’. Nije tu u pitanju nekakva glazbena složenost koliko sveukupni dojam, čitava povezanost tematike, stihova, melodije i izvedbe u jedan neponovljivi koncept.

Ovim je uratkom Conor Oberst (a ne zanemarimo ni vrsnog ‘pobočnika’ Mikea Mogisa) dokazao kako ulazi ne samo u sam vrh kantautora sa scene savezne države Nebraske (Simon Joyner, Elliott Smith), već da sličan status zadobiva i na federalnoj razini, što će dodatno opravdati nadolazećim albumima poput The People’s Key i Other South.

U iskrenoj nadi da vas je ova kratka priča zainteresirala za taj čudesan uradak zvan I’m wide awake, it’s morning, upućujemo vas na KLFM-ov ciklus kultnih i nezaboravnih albuma zvan Nezaboravne vatre, četvrtkom i nedjeljom od 15.00 h.

So there was this woman and she was on an airplane,
and she was flying to meet her fiance seaming high above the largest ocean on planet earth.
She was seated next to this man she had tried to start conversations,
but the only thing she had really heard him say was to order his Bloody Mary.
She was sitting there and she was reading this really arduous magazine article about a third world country
that she couldn’t even pronounce the name of.
And she was feeling very bored and despondent.
And then suddenly there was this huge mechanical failure and one of the engines gave out,
and they started just falling thirty-thousand feet,
and the pilots on the microphone and he’s saying “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, oh my god… I’m sorry” and apologizing.
And she looks at the man and says “Where are we going?” and he looks at her and he says “We’re going to a party.
It’s a birthday party. It’s your birthday party.
Happy birthday darling. We love you very, very, very, very, very, very, very much.”
And then he starts humming this little tune, it kind of goes like this: 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4

We must talk in every telephone
Get eaten off the web
We must rip out all the epilogues in the books that we have read
And in the face of every criminal
Strapped firmly to a chair
We must stare, we must stare, we must stare

We must take all of the medicines too expensive now to sell
Set fire to the preacher who is promising us hell
And in the ear of every anarchist that sleeps but doesn’t dream
We must sing, we must sing, we must sing

It’ll go like this:

While my mother waters plants
My father loads his guns
He says death will give us back to God
Just like this setting sun is returned to this lonesome ocean

And then they splashed into the deep blue sea
It was a wonderful splash

We must blend into the choir
Sing as static with the whole
We must memorize nine numbers and deny we have a soul
And in this endless race for property and privilege to be won
We must run, we must run, we must run

We must hang up in the belfry
Where the bats and moonlight laugh
We must stare into a crystal ball and only see the past
And in the caverns of tomorrow
With just our flashlights and our love
We must plunge, we must plunge, we must plunge

And then we’ll get down there, way down to the very bottom of everything
And then we’ll see it, oh we’ll see it, we’ll see it, we’ll see it

Oh my morning’s coming back
The whole world’s waking up
All the city buses swimming past
I’m happy just because
I found out I am really no one

/Conor Oberst, At The Bottom Of Everything/

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Bright Eyes: I’m Wide Awake, It’s Morning (2005.)

01 At the Bottom of Everything   4:34
02 We Are Nowhere and It’s Now   4:12
03 Old Soul Song (For the New World Order)   4:29
04 Lua   4:31
05 Train Under Water   6:05
06 First Day of My Life   3:08
07 Another Travelin’ Song   4:16
08 Land Locked Blues   5:47
09 Poison Oak   4:39
10 Road to Joy   3:54

Vjeran Stojanac

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20/07/2016

autor: Vjeran Stojanac

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