Πεθανε ο κιθαριστας των Madrugada...

Μόνο ως σοκαριστική μπορούμε να χαρακτηρίσουμε την είδηση του ξαφνικού και αναπάντεχου θανάτου του κιθαρίστα των Madrugada και ηγέτη των My Midnight Creeps, Robert Burεs....

Ο Robert Burεs βρέθηκε νεκρός στο διαμέρισμά του στο Όσλο την περασμένη Πέμπτη το βράδυ από ένα μέλος των My Midnight Creeps, κάτω από αδιευκρίνιστες συνθήκες, αφού δεν έχει εκδοθεί ακόμα κάποια ανακοίνωση από την αστυνομία της Νορβηγικής πρωτεύουσας που να αποδίδει σε κάτι συγκεκριμένο τα αίτια του θανάτου του μουσικού.

Ο Robert Burεs το βράδυ της Παρασκευής θα εμφανιζόταν μαζί με τους My Midnight Creeps στη σκηνή του Stavern Festival στη Νορβηγία. Την προγραμματισμένη ώρα του σετ τους, ένα μαύρο πέπλο απλώθηκε στη σκηνή και 7.500 συγκινημένοι Νορβηγοί κράτησαν ένα λεπτό σιγή πένθους για τον χαμό του 31χρονου συμπατριώτη μουσικού τους, ενώ ολόκληρο το διήμερο που διήρκεσε το φεστιβάλ, όλοι οι καλλιτέχνες αφιέρωσαν την εμφάνισή τους στον Robert.

Tην Παρασκευή το βράδυ αναρτήθηκε η παρακάτω ανακοίνωση στο επίσημο website των Madrugada:

Robert dedicated his life to music. He was a vital part of Madrugada as a guitar player and songwriter for 12 years. This last year was spent working with his side project My Midnight Creeps, as well as recording a new album for Madrugada. Robert died at a time when he was at his most creative. His recorded work as well as live appearances in Norway and abroad comprise an everlasting contribution to the legacy of Norwegian Rock.

All who knew Robert and who worked with him will remember him as a genuinely warm and generous person who lived for music. We are many who love him. Today is a terrible day for all of us. Robert will always be a part of us, and he will always be deeply missed. Our thoughts now go to his closest family.

We ask that Robert's family and friends will be given time to grieve

Sivert and Frode
Per, Arne and Steve



Οι Madrugada αυτή την περίοδο τελείωναν την ηχογράφηση του νέου τους album. Φυσικά παραμένει άγνωστο προς το παρόν εάν και πότε θα κυκλοφορήσει ενώ και το μέλλον της μπάντας είναι αβέβαιο.

Black Mambo lyrics by Madrugada.

When you're on your own
And you've got them twisting bones
And a red hot poker burning in your ear
You think you've had it but you ain't nowhere near
You think you've had it but you're nowhere near

Oh, black mambo, gonna knock you down to the ground
Oh, black mambo, little chicken better run, run, run
Don't let the children catch you
Don't let all the children catch you

Gonna knock you down
With the liquour and love
Black mambo, little chicken better run, run, run
Don't let them catch you out here on the streets because you've got no soul
Black mambo, little chicken better run, run, run
Don't let the children catch you
Don't let all the children catch you


No!
No. No. No. No. No.
Ssssssssssh!

Gonna lock you down
With the liquour and love
I'll lock you down with the liquour and love
Oh, black mambo, with the funeral home
No, no, no, no, no, no
Black mambo coming for you
Oh, black mambo, coming knocking with the funeral home
Black mambo, little chicken better run, run, run
Don't let the children catch you
Oh, don't all let the children catch you
Ooooh! Yeah! Oooh! Oooh! Oooh! Ah!
Don't let the children catch you
Don't let all the children catch you

No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No..................

only the good die young...only evil seems to live forever.....

No life, no life without a fall
Now the wind has swept us all
Down to this mission wall
And the love, the love we pray to keep
Has buried us so deep
And me singing this same sad song
How I fell into her arms
Her warm and loving arms
She said: You can never be free
You can never be like me
Now I'm a mad dog and I'll be
Now you honey on my tree
Whether sweet tomorrow
In the mellow wallow
Oh there's still time to borrow
And in the mellow wallow, yeah
We will never have it all
Tonight I'm screaming at the wall
Peel the paint of my window rail
Touch, material has no choice
Peel the paint off with my voice
Curse this city's deplex song
Now I'm sleeping on the floor
Honey I'm soaking wet and
Oh they're coming out, they're coming out, they're coming for me
As long as we are free
We'll be doomed to live and die
Under the great suburban sky
And I'll always holler
In the mellow wallow
Oh there's still time to borrow
And in the mellow wallow
Jesus

Heaven, heaven head of hell
You are treating me quite well
Washed me up upon a shore
Now I'm scratching down your door
All the words become my hands
Cold and broken on the floor
Peeling gooseflesh off your back
Pulling back your long black hair
Now this beauty is my queen
Skinny arms so very slow
A perfume neck and a blanket so small
Oh, what beauty, oh what bridge
I will sleep tomorrow
And in the mellow wallow
Oh, there's still time to borrow
And in the mellow wallow
Oh, and I fall to be controlled
Lost and swept away
I will always wait it out
Won't you listen now
Let me sleep tomorrow inn
We'll never have it all-acap

Το εμαθα κι εγω χθες.. με προβληματισε το οτι δεν εγιναν γνωστα τα αιτια του θανατου του.. ας ελπισουμε οτι δε θα σταματησουν να υπαρχουν ως μπαντα και οτι δε θ αλλαξει κατι στο στυλ τους..