Saturday, October 22, 2016

Nadav Dagon - White G

It's the last long weekend of the holiday season and I'll miss being able to completely disconnect from work, doing just what I feel like doing. This is a very fitting choice for Sukkot as the holiday is all about spending time in nature (or a Sukkah on your balcony) and most importantly, hosting and visiting friends (see the mitzvah of Ushpizin). Nadav Dagon's video is a colorful celebration of friendship and freedom with the lovely Danielle Tourgeman on vocals. Chag Sameach!

Saturday, October 15, 2016

The Rubber Project - One More Cup of Coffee

When I heard that Bob Dylan won the Nobel Prize for Literature I couldn't help but feel a warm sense of delight. I get the controversy surrounding the choice, but to me it makes perfect sense to give the award to the songwriter who introduced me to Dylan Thomas and later to Keats, Rimbaud, and Ginsberg. I first took note of the names when I read a short bio on Dylan but I had the urge to delve into their work after hearing this song, and many other songs by Dylan which paint a story with so much depth, emotion, and playful mystery.
There are quite a few famous Hebrew versions to Dylan: Danny Littany's "Blowing in the Wind" and "Girl from the North Country", Aviv Geffen's "A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall" and Shlomi Shaban's "Mama, You've Been on My Mind, to name just a few, but I really love this version by the Rubber Project. The group actually made a whole album of Dylan songs which they translated but this song isn't included in it. I love how it stays loyal to the original but adds an extra flair, amping the guitar with so much emotion. And it works so perfectly-I can almost smell the finjan-made black coffee.

Original lyrics:

Your breath is sweet
Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky
Your back is straight your hair is smooth
On the pillow where you lie
But I don't sense affection
No gratitude or love
Your loyalty is not to me
But to the stars above

One more cup of coffee for the road
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below.

Your daddy he's an outlaw
And a wanderer by trade
He'll teach you how to pick and choose
And how to throw the blade
He oversees his kingdom
So no stranger does intrude
His voice it trembles as he calls out
For another plate of food.

One more cup of coffee for the road
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below.

Your sister sees the future
Like your mama and yourself
You've never learned to read or write
There's no books upon your shelf
And your pleasure knows no limits
Your voice is like a meadowlark
But your heart is like an ocean
Mysterious and dark.

One more cup of coffee for the road
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go.
To the valley below.

Saturday, October 8, 2016

Yair Yona - Sword

These days before Yom Kippur are also the days when we remember the Yom Kippur War.

From the Youtube description: 'Sword' is the title track that seals the war chapter in my 1973-War Soundtrack album. It is the fusion point of memories, sounds, visions, blood and death. All of which took place shortly before the ceasefire command.
During the fighting, one cannot stop and relate to the experience, the survival mode controls the body and mind, one cannot think or feel anything. Just survive.
But when the fires are gone, and all tanks are making a u-turn to return home, time becomes very slow. Memories come to the brain, picking with a sharp knife in the open wound tasting the blood, torching the flesh.!:/gallerypage.aspx

Saturday, October 1, 2016

Mark Eliyahu - Through Me

The death of Shimon Peres didn't come as a surprise, and yet it sent a wave of shock throughout the country and the world. I think it hit me when Netanyahu said the next day "Today is the first day the State of Israel has existed without Shimon Peres". I internalized the sentence and realized that we won't hear his thoughtful and carefully chosen words anymore, always said in a confident and comforting tone. We won't see his face light up in wonder at the latest tech innovation, like as he tried a VR set a few months ago when he laid the cornerstone for the Israeli Innovation Center. It's difficult to imagine future chapters in our country's history without Peres by our side, acting as the stern but loving grandfather who has very high expectations from us. On Thursday night the news channels were dedicated to Peres-most were focused on his political past but one of the programs was from a few years ago when he was President. He gathered together a small group of 30 year-olds from different sects of Israeli society, all with promising futures in medicine, politics, hi-tech, science, education and the social sector. He asked them complex questions with a sparkle in his eyes and seemed to be at his happiest: he was bringing together bright people from very different backgrounds and was deeply interested in not only what they had to say but perhaps more importantly, in what they had to say to each other.
I chose this beautiful piece by Mark Eliyahu because there is something so touching and reflective in the tune. It urges you to take a step back and to listen, just as Peres always encouraged us to do.

Saturday, September 24, 2016

Gedy Ronen - Hot in Yaffo

It's that time of the year when every hot weekend feels like it might be the last one before autumn takes over. So here's one last breezy summer song (though I'm probably wrong and next weekend will be just as hot), an ode to Yaffo by Gedy Ronen with a light touch of autumn melancholy.

It's hot in Yaffo, hot on Yefet and Street 60
Cats celebrate here on the stones
Whoever doesn't get through the selection comes here to dance
No matter how much she didn't give me I just wanted more

How every time she's burning how she's not quiet
In a painted dress she walked around
And now for a long time again I won't see her
I won't see her

When the summer will end you'll be drained
Go look at yourself honestly in the eyes

On the Zodiac Path, another day of photo shoots
Passerby shout:"what a pair of love doves"
They go down to the port to catch the sunset
They have the frame- they just need the picture

She would like to be remembered this way
Her hair tossed in the wind sails in her dress

It's hot in Yaffo, hot on Yeffet, jump into the salad
The whole city which gets mixed will mix a bit
Only she is coming, she's about to leave, just to stay a bit more
Just to stay a bit more

When the summer will end you'll be drained
Go look at yourself honestly in the eyes
She said that she's leaving she probably won't come back
Probably won't come back...

Saturday, September 17, 2016

Noga Erez - Hold Me

Indie City is back! A perfect opportunity to introduce you to the very talented Noga Erez, and also to the Israel Museum, one of my favorite places in Jerusalem. Stay updated (or catch up!) on upcoming Indie City clips here.

Saturday, September 10, 2016

Tamar Aphek - Dream inside a dream

When the credits rolled last night at the end of "One Week and a Day", I stayed a bit longer than I needed to in my seat, and I wasn't the only one. I needed a minute or two to process what I had seen before heading out into the crowded and noisy mall. Asaph Polonsky uses a number of artistic elements in his debut feature film and one of the strongest is his use of music. I first heard a bit of this song in the trailer for the movie, and it was one of the reasons why I wanted to go and see it. Tamar Aphek's music throughout the film adds an emotional layer but also keeps things from getting too heavy. The scene where 'Dream inside a dream' appears illustrates how loved ones deal with death in different ways while at the same time it feels like a much-needed gasp of oxygen in a suffocating reality.

Tired from hearing you talk
Can't hear you walk inside the house
While I'm asleep
I'm in a dream
You were a dream
Inside a dream inside a dream

What? I can't understand
Say it again
I was thinking about something else
A violent drive, ash trays in cars
Spending April behind bars

Fun, we never had fun
It's not what we had
Doesn't mean anything bad
You had your life and I had mine
Dinners, hospitals and wine

What? I can't understand
Say it again
I was thinking about something else
A violent house, ash trays in bars
Spending August inside cars