Η νέα πρόταση του stcigar έρχεται ξανά από τα middle – late ’80s, περίοδο σχετικά περιορισμένης επαφής μου με τα ροκ τεκταινόμενα, και αφορά ένα ακόμα, όχι ιδιαίτερα οκείο μου cult συγκρότημα. Είναι οι Slint από το Louisville του Kentucky, πρωτοπόροι του post-rock και φυτώριο σχημάτων όπως Tortoise, Breeders, Palace. Ακούμε ένα πολύ ενδιαφέρον κομμάτι από το δεύτερο άλμπουμ τους, Spiderland, κυκλοφορημένο το 1991. 📀 📀 The new proposal from stcigar comes again from the middle-late ’80s, a period during which I had limited contact with rock, and it’s about another cult band not particularly familiar to me. It’s Slint from Louisville, Kentucky, pioneers of post-rock and a breeding ground for groups like Tortoise, Breeders, Palace. We hear a very interesting track from their second album, Spiderland released in 1991.

I stepped out onto the midway
I was looking for the pirate ship
And saw this small, old white tent at one end
It was blue
And had white lights hanging all around it
I decided to check out the tent
It seemed like I could hear music coming from inside
As I walked toward it, I passed a crowd of people at the sideshow
I couldn’t figure out why they would want to wait in line
I pulled back the drape thing on the tent
There was a crystal ball on the table
And behind it, a girl wearing a hat
She smiled, and asked me if I wanted my fortune read
I said okay
And sat down
Then I thought about it for a minute
And asked her if she would rather go on the roller coaster instead
Creeping up into the sky
Stopping at the top and
Starting down
The girl grabbed my hand
I clutched it tight
I said goodbye to the ground
Far below, a soiled man
A bucket of torn tickets at his side
He watches the children run by
And picks his teeth
Spinning round, my head begins to turn
I shouted, and searched
The sky for a friend
I heard the fortune teller
Screaming back at me
We stuck out our hands and met the winds
The girl falters as she steps down from the platform
She clutches her stomach, and begins to heave
The ticket-taker smiles, and the last car is ready
Who told you that you could leave?
The sun was setting by the time we left
We walked across the deserted lot, alone
We were tired, but we managed to smile
At the gate I said goodnight to the fortune teller
The carnival sign threw colored shadows on her face
But I could tell she was blushing