Monday, June 2, 2008

Rezi calling!

Lost in a universe of welded joints, shear forces, torques and theorems of funny-named blokes like Jurawski or Saint Venant, the two hours spent in the cinema yesterday were very appropriate for my braincells.

What did I see? A documentary about one of the legends of music: Joe Strummer. The name doesn't ring a bell? Shame on you then because he is the one and only frontman of arguably one of the most influent bands of all time: The Clash. The documentary sketched a rather accurate portrait of the great musician, covering all the stages of his eventful life using information frm his old bandmates and stars like Johnny Depp (the whole audience laughed or whistled when he came on screen haha!), Bono, Matt Dillon, Flea and Anthony Kiedis from RHCP.

Coming from a good social background (his father was a diplomat), he became very rebel as a teen and that eased his way out of the "high-life" straight into the noisy world of punk. His band was quite similar to the Sex Pistols in the beginning but then went on to evolve into a multi-genre group, leaving noisy riffs and hateful screams for musically complex and political-focused songs. Actually, that's the main difference between the Sex Pistols and The Clash. Both dubbed as pioneers of punk, The Clash could actually play and were more than a bunch of angry lads with guitars and drugs. Sure, they were junkies, they were angry, but they had a message, a very left-wing one. They brought about a "Rock Revolution" which changed the face of music forever and their attitude left a footprint in the hearts of many like-minded young (and not only) people.





But now I have to stop worshipping this legendary guy as I have a secret meeting in the basement of my brain with Navier, Jurawski, Poisson, Bernoulli and Saint Venant. Ah, and Cauchy.

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