17 feb. 2013

TALENTO DESBORDANTE

 DOMINGO, 17 DE FEBRERO 


Sammy Davis Jr. - Foto de LIFE Magazine


Sammy Davis Jr. 
Os voy a dejar lo de leer curiosidades y biografias a vosotros, buscando debajo de las Wikipiedras.
Por mi parte ... aquí teneis dos videos de la misma canción. 
La grabó en 1972 y decía que cantarla le sobrepasaba. Se veía algún dia como un Mr. Bojangles: decadencia, desde la cumbre del éxito de un hombre del espectáculo, hasta llegar bien bajo a la pobreza, el alcohol y el desvalío. 
La primera versión es de cuando tenía unos 47 años. Increible, el estilo con el que vestía esa "percha". Era "hip" y hop o lo que querais llamarlo.


I knew a man, Bojangles and he danced for you in worn out shoes
with silver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants, he would do the old soft shoe
He could jumped so high, jumped so high, and then he'd lightly touched down
I met him in a cell in New Orleans I was, well, I was down and out

He looked to me to be the eyes of age as he spoke right out
He talked of life, he talked of life, he lightly slapped his leg stale
He said his name was Bojangles then he danced a lick right across the cell

He grabbed his pants took a better stance, jumped up high, that´s when he clicked his heels, 
Then he let go that laugh, he let go a laugh, shook back his clothes all around
That was Mr Bojangles, Mr B, ...that man could dance

He talked me about the times he spent with minstrel shows travelling all throughout the south
He spoke with tears of fifteen years how his dog get hit, they just travelled about
But his dog up and died, dog up and died, and after twenty years he still grieves
He said "I dance now at every chance and honky tonks, for my drinks and tips
but most the time I spend behind these county bars, you see son, i drink a bit"
Then he shook his head, Lord when he shook his head i could swear I heard someone saying please:
Mr Bojangles, come back and dance please

 


La segunda versión es del 1985 (no el 89, error de youtube), unos años antes de morir en 1990 a los 65. Esa solera en la voz, ese instrumento de lujo que conservó una calidad extraordinaria hasta el final. Desarmaba escucharlo, del mismo modo que verlo actuar y bailar.
¡Que paseis un buen domingo!



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