il dilemma del critico

cosa ci sia aspetta da un gruppo rock?
è una bella domanda!
è una domanda alla quale si risponde solitamente a posteriori.
quando ci va bene e il disco ci piace, ci si aspettava la bellezza e la grandiosità, la musicalità e le melodie accattivanti , l'energia, il genio o forse solo la leggerezza o forse non ci si aspettava nulla per questo ci piace.
quando non ci piace ci si aspettava, chissà perché, tutto. il cambiamento, il più rock, il più pop, meno violini, l'arrangiamento più facile, non essere così paraculo, l'evoluzione non come gli acdc che fanno lo stesso disco da 30 anni, la voce diversa, la batteria troppo davanti, il disco della conferma, il pezzo che spacca.

nonostante questo.
il disco nuovo di sufjan stevens è bellissimo.
si intitola the age of adz.

questo è il testo di
i walked


Lover, will you look at me now?
I’m already dead to you,
But, I’m inclined to explain what I could not before
Whatever you didn’t do, what you couldn’t say
I am sorry the worst has arrived,
For I deserve more,
For, at least, I deserve the respect of a kiss goodbye

And tell me, do you think of me now,
As I think of you?
For I could not have shaken the touch of your breath on my arm.
For it has stayed in me, as an epithet,
I am sorry the worst has arrived,
For I’m on the floor,
In the room where we made it that last touch of the night

I walked, ’cause you walked,
And I won’t probably get very far,
Sensation to what you said,
That I’m not about to expect something more.
I would not have run off,
That I could bear that it’s me, it’s my fault
I should not,
Be so lost,
But I’ve got nothing left to love.

Another,
Will you look from me now,
I’m already dead,
But I’ve come to explain why I left such a mess on the floor,
For when you went away, I went crazy
I was wild with the breast of a dog
I ran through the night,
With a knife in my chest with the lust of your loveless life

I walked, ’cause you walked,
And I won’t probably get very far,
Sensation to what you said,
That I’m not about to expect something more.
I would not have run off,
That I could bear that it’s me, it’s my fault
I should not,
Be so lost,
But I’ve got nothing left to love.

I walk, ’cause you walk,
I walk, ’cause you walk,
I walk, ’cause you walk,
I walked, ’cause you walked,
Yes, I walked, ’cause you walked.
Yes, I walked, ’cause you walked.
Yes, I walked, ’cause you were mine.