The Fotolog Years: April 6th, 2006

LED ZEPPELIN'S "PHYSICAL GRAFFITI" COVER BUILDING
(St. Marks Place @ 2nd Avenue, East Village, NYC)

Aquest edifi que veieu és el que surt a la caràtula del doble àlbum "Physical Graffiti" (1975), considerat per molts com l'obra més gran de la discogràfica de Led Zeppelin (fins i tot per sobre de IV). És aquella famosa portada que alguns anomenen "de les finestres". Evidentment, la fotografia de la portada tenia molts retocs, i exteriorment l'edifici ha canviat una mica des de llavors.

És una de les moltes localitzacions musicals que trobareu en aquesta zona, i a NYC en general. Jo hi havia passat molts cops pel davant, però mai m'havia adonat de què era fins que el Jimmy, de la botiga Trash and Vaudeville (ahir en parlava), m'ho va dir. Com a detall, en primer terme teniu un dels típics taxis grocs de NYC. Per cert, a la cantonada oposada (és a dir, al lloc des d'on vaig fer la fotografia) hi ha un quiosc on es va fer una altra foto molt famosa. En aquell cas els protagonistes eren els New York Dolls. I el quiosc es manté gairebé igual.

Oh let the sun beat down upon my face, stars to fill my dream 

I am a traveler of both time and space, to be where I have been 

To sit with elders of the gentle race, this world has seldom seen 

They talk of days for which they sit and wait and all will be revealed 

Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace, whose sounds caress my ear 

But not a word I heard could I relate, the story was quite clear 

Oh, oh. 

Oh, I been flying... mama, there ain't no denyin' 

I've been flying, ain't no denyin', no denyin' 

All I see turns to brown, as the sun burns the ground 

And my eyes fill with sand, as I scan this wasted land 

Trying to find, trying to find where I've been. 

Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace, like thoughts inside a dream 

Heed the path that led me to that place, yellow desert stream 

My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon, I will return again 

Sure as the dust that floats high in June, when movin' through Kashmir. 

Oh, father of the four winds, fill my sails, across the sea of years 

With no provision but an open face, along the straits of fear 

Ohh. 

When I'm on, when I'm on my way, yeah 

When I see, when I see the way, you stay-yeah 

Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, when I'm down... 

Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, well I'm down, so down 

Ooh, my baby, oooh, my baby, let me take you there 

Let me take you there. Let me take you there 

(LED ZEPPELIN)