Ένας ύμνος που υποστηρίζεται από ένα οργανικό θέμα κατευθείαν από τον Bach ("Air on the G String", από τη Σουίτα του Νο. 3 σε Ρε Μείζονα), το "A Whiter Shade of Pale" των Procol Harum δεν έμοιαζε με τίποτα άλλο στο ραδιόφωνο το 1967. Ο Keith Reid πήρε την ιδέα για το τραγούδι όταν άκουσε κάποιον σε ένα πάρτι να λέει σε μια γυναίκα“You’ve gone a whiter shade of pale.” . Το κομμάτι ήταν επίσης το μοναδικό που ηχογραφήθηκε από την αρχική σύνθεση των Procol Harum.
Εμφάνιση αναρτήσεων με ετικέτα Procol Harum. Εμφάνιση όλων των αναρτήσεων
Εμφάνιση αναρτήσεων με ετικέτα Procol Harum. Εμφάνιση όλων των αναρτήσεων
Δευτέρα 21 Απριλίου 2025
Procol Harum - A Whiter Shade Of Pale (Top Songs Of The 1960s)
Δημήτρης KarmaΑπριλίου 21, 20251967, A Whiter Shade Of Pale, Procol Harum, Top Songs Of The 1960s
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Ένας ύμνος που υποστηρίζεται από ένα οργανικό θέμα κατευθείαν από τον Bach ("Air on the G String", από τη Σουίτα του Νο. 3 σε Ρε Μείζονα), το "A Whiter Shade of Pale" των Procol Harum δεν έμοιαζε με τίποτα άλλο στο ραδιόφωνο το 1967. Ο Keith Reid πήρε την ιδέα για το τραγούδι όταν άκουσε κάποιον σε ένα πάρτι να λέει σε μια γυναίκα“You’ve gone a whiter shade of pale.” . Το κομμάτι ήταν επίσης το μοναδικό που ηχογραφήθηκε από την αρχική σύνθεση των Procol Harum.
Το " A Whiter Shade of Pale " είναι ένα τραγούδι του αγγλικού ροκ συγκροτήματος Procol Harum που κυκλοφόρησε ως το ντεμπούτο τους στις 12 Μαΐου 1967. Το σινγκλ έφτασε στο νούμερο 1 στο UK Singles Chart στις 8 Ιουνίου και έμεινε εκεί για έξι εβδομάδες. Χωρίς μεγάλη προώθηση, έφτασε στο νούμερο 5 στο αμερικανικό Billboard Hot 100 . Ένας από τους ύμνους του Summer of Love του 1967 , είναι ένα από τα πιο επιτυχημένα εμπορικά σινγκλ στην ιστορία, έχοντας πουλήσει περισσότερα από 10 εκατομμύρια αντίτυπα παγκοσμίως. Στα χρόνια από τότε, το "A Whiter Shade of Pale" έχει γίνει κλασικό, με περισσότερες από 1.000 γνωστές εκδόσεις διασκευών από άλλους καλλιτέχνες
Δευτέρα 19 Αυγούστου 2024
Procol Harum - A Whiter Shade Of Pale (1967: H χρονιά που άλλαξε την ιστορία της Μουσικής)
Δημήτρης KarmaΑυγούστου 19, 202410 αγαπημένα τραγούδια του 1967, 1967, 1967: H χρονιά που άλλαξε την ιστορία της Μουσικής, A Whiter Shade Of Pale, Procol Harum
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Είναι ένα σινγκλ που παίζεται πολλές φορές στο ραδιόφωνο τα τελευταία 70 περίπου χρόνια.
Το σινγκλ είναι το A Whiter Shade Of Pale , η πρώτη κυκλοφορία από τους Procol Harum που όχι μόνο ήταν στην κορυφή των βρετανικών charts για έξι εβδομάδες, αλλά έφτασε και στο Νούμερο Πέντε στην Αμερική.
«Ο Keith Reid ο στιχουργός των Procol Harum είχε γράψει τους στίχους.
Ο Brooker εργαζόταν πάνω σε μελωδία εμπνευσμένη από τον κλασικό συνθέτη Johann Sebastian Bach, λέγοντας: «Καθόλη τη διάρκεια του 1966 είχα παρακολουθήσει με ενδιαφέρον τη δουλειά του Jacques Loussier Trio και των Swingle Singers, οι οποίοι είχαν κάνει μια τέχνη προσαρμογής κομματιών του Bach. Το Air On AG String ήταν το σημείο εκκίνησης, αλλά τα υπόλοιπα ήταν επινόηση, με συνεχή αναφορά και στην ατμόσφαιρα που μοιάζουν με τον Μπαχ».
Κυκλοφόρησε τον Μάιο του 1967, έκανε το ντεμπούτο του στο Νούμερο 11 στο Ηνωμένο Βασίλειο, φτάνοντας στην κορυφή μια εβδομάδα αργότερα. Όμως, παρά τη επιτυχία, ο Brooker δεν ήταν έτοιμος να παρασυρθεί από αυτήν.
«Όταν ήταν στο Number One, μια Rolls Royce εμφανίστηκε στο διαμέρισμά μου για να με πάρει για το Top Of The Pops . Ρώτησα ποιος είχε κάνει κράτηση, ο οδηγός είπε, «Ο διευθυντής σου». Τον απολύσαμε και πήρα το λεωφορείο!».
Τον τελευταίο καιρό, το τραγούδι έχει αποτελέσει αντικείμενο παρατεταμένης δικαστικής υπόθεσης, με τον οργανίστα Matthew Fisher να ισχυρίζεται ότι έγραψε τη μουσική μαζί με τον Brooker.
Σάββατο 8 Ιουνίου 2019
Procol Harum- A Whiter Shade Of Pale
Σαν σήμερα 8 Ιουνίου το 1967 οι Procol Harum πήγαν στο νούμερο ένα στα chart singles του Ηνωμένου Βασιλείου με το τραγούδι 'A Whiter Shade Of Pale'
We skipped the light fandango
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick
But the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
The waiter brought a tray
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale
She said, there is no reason
And the truth is plain to see'
But I wandered through my playing cards
And would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open
They might have just as well've been closed
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale
[Additional Verses]
She said, 'I'm home on shore leave,'
Though in truth we were at sea
So I took her by the looking glass
And forced her to agree
Saying, 'You must be the mermaid
Who took Neptune for a ride.'
But she smiled at me so sadly
That my anger straightway died
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale
If music be the food of love
Then laughter is its queen
And likewise if behind is in front
Then dirt in truth is clean
My mouth by then like cardboard
Seemed to slip straight through my head
So we crash-dived straightway quickly
And attacked the ocean bed
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale
We skipped the light fandango
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick
But the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
The waiter brought a tray
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale
She said, there is no reason
And the truth is plain to see'
But I wandered through my playing cards
And would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open
They might have just as well've been closed
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale
[Additional Verses]
She said, 'I'm home on shore leave,'
Though in truth we were at sea
So I took her by the looking glass
And forced her to agree
Saying, 'You must be the mermaid
Who took Neptune for a ride.'
But she smiled at me so sadly
That my anger straightway died
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale
If music be the food of love
Then laughter is its queen
And likewise if behind is in front
Then dirt in truth is clean
My mouth by then like cardboard
Seemed to slip straight through my head
So we crash-dived straightway quickly
And attacked the ocean bed
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale
Δευτέρα 19 Σεπτεμβρίου 2016
Procol Harum - Song for a dreamer
I will meet you on the other side of the moon
The doctors say they must operate soon
But there's no knowing what they'll find when they open up the wound
I will meet you on the other side of the moon
I will meet you at the bottom of the sea
We will lie inside the ocean and scheme
Our friend the arab will guide us while we dream
I will meet you at the bottom of the sea
Broken Barricades is the fifth studio album by British rock band Procol Harum, released in 1971. It was Robin Trower's last album with Procol Harum before his solo career.
Δευτέρα 19 Οκτωβρίου 2015
Σαν σήμερα το 1946 γεννήθηκε o Keith Reid (Procol Harum - Something Magic)
Σαν σήμερα το 1946 γεννήθηκε και ο Keith Reid ο άνθρωπος που έχει γράψει τους στίχους σε όλες τις επιτυχίες των Procol Harum
In the center of the storm
Something magic being born
When the world is torn apart
By the beating of a heart
Like a dam about to burst
Like a drunkard's crazy thirst
In the center of the storm
Something magic being born
It's the dark hours of the soul
When the nightmares take their toll
When the shadows come to mock
Against the ticking of the clock
When the demons of the night
Come like vultures for their bite
In the dark hours of the soul
When the nightmares take their toll
It's the dawning of the day
Night-time's panic swept away
When the clouds which seemed so dark
Are exchanged for morning's lark
When the stars which burnt so bright
Are exchanged for morning's light
In the dawning of the day
Nigh-time's panic swept away
Nigh-time's panic swept away
Πέμπτη 26 Φεβρουαρίου 2015
Rock...ανίζοντας με τους Procol Harum - Glimpses of Nirvana
In the darkness of the night, only occasionally relieved by glimpses of Nirvana as seen through other people's windows, wallowing in a morass of self-despair made only more painful by the knowledge that all I am is of my own making ...
When everything around me, even the kitchen ceiling, has collapsed and crumbled without warning. And I am left, standing alive and well, looking up and wondering why and wherefore.
At a time like this, which exists maybe only for me, but is nonetheless real, if I can communicate, and in the telling and the bearing of my soul anything is gained, even though the words which I use are pretentious and make you cringe with embarrassment, let me remind you of the pilgrim who asked for an audience with the Dalai Lama.
He was told he must first spend five years in contemplation. After the five years, he was ushered into the Dalai Lama's presence, who said, 'Well, my son, what do you wish to know?' So the pilgrim said, 'I wish to know the meaning of life, father.'
And the Dalai Lama smiled and said, 'Well my son, life is like a beanstalk, isn't it?'
Held close by that which some despise
which some call fake, and others lies
And somewhat small
for one so tall
a doubting Thomas who would be?
It's written plain for all to see
for one who I am with no more
it's hard at times, it's awful raw
They say that Jesus healed the sick and helped the poor
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and those unsure
believed his eyes
- a strange disguise
Still write it down, it might be read
nothing's better left unsaid
only sometimes, still no doubt
it's hard to see, it all works out
When everything around me, even the kitchen ceiling, has collapsed and crumbled without warning. And I am left, standing alive and well, looking up and wondering why and wherefore.
At a time like this, which exists maybe only for me, but is nonetheless real, if I can communicate, and in the telling and the bearing of my soul anything is gained, even though the words which I use are pretentious and make you cringe with embarrassment, let me remind you of the pilgrim who asked for an audience with the Dalai Lama.
He was told he must first spend five years in contemplation. After the five years, he was ushered into the Dalai Lama's presence, who said, 'Well, my son, what do you wish to know?' So the pilgrim said, 'I wish to know the meaning of life, father.'
And the Dalai Lama smiled and said, 'Well my son, life is like a beanstalk, isn't it?'
Held close by that which some despise
which some call fake, and others lies
And somewhat small
for one so tall
a doubting Thomas who would be?
It's written plain for all to see
for one who I am with no more
it's hard at times, it's awful raw
They say that Jesus healed the sick and helped the poor
sponsored links
and those unsure
believed his eyes
- a strange disguise
Still write it down, it might be read
nothing's better left unsaid
only sometimes, still no doubt
it's hard to see, it all works out
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