Dalsi z tych super umelcov tych cias, Chodil som na ich concerty vzdy ked sa dalo. Dodnes ich pocuvam na dlhych cestach tu na Pacific Northwest. Ach, posledny concert pana Janotu na ktorom som bol v Bratislave pri Rybarskom cechu... mal skoncit o 10:00 PM - a my sme ho nepustili domov, chudak hral myslim ze do 2 AM.
Nedávno si tak popíjím ve Vilické v hospodě a vedle od stolu někdo vystřihl Oldřicha tak fantasticky,že mi zaskočilo a okamžitě jsem viděl (jak píšeš) ta osmdesátá, kluby, koleje atd. Potom přidal Sváťu Karáska, Mertu a něce strašně povědomého, ale to jsem nezařadil. Byla to nádhera a ten místní umělec nebyl nikdo jiný než Karel Vepřek (ty povědomé kousky byly jeho vlastní), který se sem přistěhoval z Prahy. Takže zase budu chodit do hospody. Na Vepřeka.
He who has to wake up early in the morning and walks in the crowds alone he sees seven ravens above him in the light of the street lamps It is a song about an old legend: an evil with has made seven brothers turn into ravens and their sister could save them by making shirts for them before the dawn. Our sister had made the shirts for us weaving nettles into grass she made six in one row the sleeves are missinfg at the seventh one
A proč o něm píšete v tom minulém čase...? Dneska už sice nemáme B-400 a desítku za 1,70, ale Oldřicha Janotu máme, zaplaťpánbůh, pořád! Naposledy jsem byl na jeho koncertě loni na podzim...
Six brothers have nice shirts and they are putting their ties on them and just the seventh as a drunkard is staggering in the morning and that's the moment, my sister when your hands were burning you've put them into water and that's when the dawn has surprised you And the sun returned our shape to us and only where the stitches are missing the drunken fiddles are playing and the raven feathets are glittering
@@gurreu Well, do you know the story about 7 brothers who changed to ravens after their mother put a spell on them? And their younger sister decided to bring them back to their human form once she learnt she's not the only child of her parents. In order to do that she had to sew 7 shirts for them made from burning nettles. She had to undergo the whole process from cutting the nettles, drying them, soaking them, etc. until she got the fabric. She couldn't speak a word during the whole process. She managed to make 6 shirts but didn't finish the seventh before the sunrise. As a consequence 6 brothers changed to humans fully but the seventh kept some feathers where the shirt wasn't sewn together. My interpretation of the last part of the song: sometimes we're in a situation that we know our actions in our little lives are somewhat pointless but we still continue even though we know that it doesn't make sense and that it means nothing from the perspective of Human Being (the bigger picture). And we know we're gonna fail, experience the vanishing of the results and will be left with nothing in our hands.... It is like working for the sake of working. Like in the communism era there was zero unemployment rate but many people were actually pretending to work, there were empty job positions. And you had to follow the crowd, keep "working" even though there was little to do... Then you feel the lack of meaning in your actions but still have to follow and waste your time...
