Manafonistas

How could it happen? I just forgot that record. Totally. Tutti forgetti. I stumbled upon it when I was very young, in a time when I obsessively read Jules Verne and Arthur Conan Doyle novels and stories. It tought me lessons about darkness and sex. Years later, it tought me other things, this time about darkness and love. No kidding. Short, weird songs, nearly fragmented. Magic all over the place, strange folk, strange guitar, no moment wasted. And now I stumbled upon it again, after a very long time. The music is running in my car. For days now. Puts a big smile on my face. Sends shivers. Still flies, still takes me places, no sentimental journeys. Tyrannosaurus Rex: A Beard Of Stars. Great Horse and Lofty Skies wear their hippie bliss lightly, Wind Cheetah sails close to gothic rock, and the quietly infectious By The Light Of The Magical Moon is enchanting. I could really get into describing every song, but to sum it all up: A Beard of Stars is an electric, gothic, mythological camelot – and you will be drawn into this epic like being swept into another time and place; into a world from Marc’s surreal dreamland consisting of dragons, druids and the great horse under the light of a magical moon. Gregory: a jukebox without Marc Bolan? No way! Well, what will teach A Beard Of Stars me now? At least I will have to tell the whole story soon, with some nasty catholic nuns, the most beautiful girl of Dortmund (at least the southern part of the city), and a train trip to Villingen, Black Forest.

Marc Bolan – „Main Man“

„Is there a sane man anywhere anywhere? / Got giraffes in my hair and I don’t care no I don’t care, no I don’t care / As a child I laughed a lot o yes I did o yes I did / Now it seems I cry a lot / Oh tell me true don’t you?“

Lange bevor Listen modern wurden, gab es im Melody Maker mal eine solche mit den 50 traurigsten, dunkelsten Liedern der Pophistorie, da waren harte Stoffe bei, Schmerz und Schönheit in verrücktem Einklang, und dieser Song, den ich gestern zum ersten Mal in meinem Leben gehört habe (die visuelle Umsetzung bei youtube ist leider trashig), hätte ganz sicher in diese Sammlung gehört, er ist (hier dürfen alle verbrauchten Worte benutzt werden) erschütternd. Am Anfang, beim ersten Hören, merkt man das noch nicht. Das Unheimlche schleicht sich beiläufig ein. Marc Bolan – R.I.P.