BARACUTEY CUBANO

Mi hermano Frank, quien estudio en la otrora Unión Soviética, siempre me habló de lo impresionado que quedaron los becados cubanos con el primer concierto de rock que se hiciera del otro lado de la llamada “cortina de hierro”, en 1979, protagonizado por Elton John y el percusionista Ray Cooper.

Curiosamente a John le pasó lo mismo que a Billy Joel durante su incursión soviética de 1987. Las primeras filas de las presentaciones fueron vendidas a compinches del gobierno que se tapaban aburridos los oídos y no fue hasta que los jóvenes fanáticos de los últimos asientos se abalanzaron hacia el escenario que la magia del rock se produjo.

Algo similar ocurrió durante el Havana Jam, de 1979, con la diferencia de que la claque política cubana sí conocía de la música americana, que consumía privilegiada, mientras nosotros estábamos al tanto mediante las emisoras de radio “enemigas”.

Los Rolling Stones van a tener que desembarcar con toda su parafernalia tecnológica, al igual que hizo CBS con Havana Jam, para ser escuchados como es debido en el decrépito estadio cubano. Se tienen que olvidar de lucrar en este caso y saber que sus representantes deberán salvar muchos obstáculos y sinsabores.

No creo que el régimen tenga la capacidad de llenar el lugar con partidarios y espero que el público cubano sepa aprovechar esta eventualidad, sin duda, histórica.

Más que ningún otro grupo, los Rolling Stones encarnan la oposición a todo tipo de dominación que coarte la libertad individual. Son rebeldes por naturaleza. Lo de ellos es gozar intensamente y proporcionar diversión. Jagger ha dicho que nunca se ha dejado usar por la política y Richards apuntó alguna vez: “Si vas a patear a la autoridad en los dientes, debes hacerlo con los dos pies”.

De producirse el concierto de la Habana, olvídense de Calle 13, Fito Páez, Juanes, Joan Manuel Serrat y todos los otros artistas que han tratado de colaborar, correctamente, con el bienestar espiritual del acoquinado pueblo cubano.

Esto es the real thing. Cuando suenen los primeros acordes de Start Me Up o de Jumpin’ Jack Flash, canciones con las que los Rolling Stones suelen comenzar sus conciertos –según mi experiencia–, serán como piedras incómodas en la ruda bota castrista.

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Jumpin' Jack Flash (The Rolling Stones - Introduced by John Lennon in sign language!




"Jumping Jack Flash"

(jagger/richards)

I was born in a cross-fire hurricane
And I howled at my ma in the driving rain,
But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas!
But it's all right. Im jumpin jack flash,
Its a gas! gas! gas!

I was raised by a toothless, bearded hag,
I was schooled with a strap right across my back,
But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas!
But it's all right, Im jumpin jack flash,
Its a gas! gas! gas!

I was drowned, I was washed up and left for dead.
I fell down to my feet and I saw they bled.
I frowned at the crumbs of a crust of bread.
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I was crowned with a spike right thru my head.
But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas!
But it's all right, Im jumpin jack flash,
Its a gas! gas! gas!

Jumping jack flash, it's a gas
Jumping jack flash, it's a gas
Jumping jack flash, it's a gas
Jumping jack flash, it's a gas
Jumping jack flash
Songwriters: JAGGER, MICK / RICHARDS, KEITH

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The Rolling Stones - Start Me Up - Official Promo


Start Me Up 
If you start me up,
If you start me up I'll never stop

You can start me up,
You can start me up I'll never stop
I've been running hot
You got me just about to blow my top
You can start me up, you can start me up,
I'll never stop, never stop, never stop

You make a grown man cry,
You make a grown man cry
You make a grown man cry,
Spread out the oil, the gasoline
I walk smooth ride in a mean, mean machine
Start it up

You can start me up
Kick on the starter, give it all you've got
(you got, you got)
I can't compete
With the riders in the other heats
If you rough it up
If you like it you can slit it up, slide it up
Slide it up, slide it up
Don't make a grown man cry,
Don't make a grown man cry
Don't make a grown man cry,
My eyes dilate, my lips go green
My hands are greasy, she's a mean, mean machine
Start it up

Start me up
Ah, you've got to, you've got to
Never, never, never stop
Start it up
Ah, start it up, never, never, never
You make a grown man cry
You make a grown man cry
You make a grown man cry
Ride like the wind, at double speed
I'll take you places that you've never, never seen

It you start it up,
Love the day when we will never stop
Never stop, never, never, never stop
Tough me up
Never stop, never stop
You, you, you make a grown man cry
You, you make a dead man come,
You, you, you make a dead man come
Songwriters: JAGGER, MICK/RICHARDS, KEITH


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The Rolling Stones - Paint It Black - Live OFFICIAL



Paint It Black

 I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore, I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

I see a line of cars and they're all painted black
With flowers and my love, both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a newborn baby it just happens ev'ryday

I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and I must have it painted black
Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts
It's not easy facing up when your whole world is black

No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not foresee this thing happening to you
If I look hard enough into the setting sun
My love will laugh with me before the morning comes

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

I want to see your face painted black, black as night, black as coal
I want to see the sun blotted out from the sky.
I want to see it painted, painted, painted, painted black, yea
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The Rolling Stones - Under My Thumb (Live) - OFFICIAL