"T�l �reg a rock & rollhoz, t�l fiatal a hal�lhoz"

1967-ben alakult angol zenekar. Eredeti fel�ll�s: Mick Abrahams git�r; Ian Anderson �nek, fuvola, git�r; Clive Bunker dob; Glenn Cornick basszusgit�r.

The Ultimate Fet (1999)

     Az egy�ttes nev�t egy XVIII. sz�zadi angol f�ldm�vest�l kapta. Jethro Tull mez�gazdas�gi reformokat vezetett be, megalkotta az els� vet�g�pet, �s �rt egy k�nyvet "Hogyan kell lovakat �s nemesebb parip�kat dressz�rozni, s m�s tudnival�k az �llatteny�szt�s �s mezei gazd�szat tudom�ny�b�l" c�mmel. A zenekar egyik alap�t�ja, �nekes-fuvol�s-git�rosa: Ian Anderson 1947. okt�ber 8-�n sz�letett. A rock sk�t koboldja p�lyafut�s�t a 63-ban alakult Blades-ben kezdte. Itt ismerkedett meg j� n�h�ny k�s�bbi zen�szt�rs�val. N�h�ny hasonl� pr�b�lkoz�s: The John Evan Band �s a John Evan's Smash ut�n 1967 november�ben hozta l�tre a ma is l�tez� rockegy�ttest. Eleinte f�leg bluesos sz�mokat j�tszottak, sok egy�ni �tlettel f�szerezve a m�r bev�lt form�kat. Nev�k az angol r�di�ban gyakran hangzott el, a lemezlovasok sz�vesen j�tszott�k sz�maikat. Els� lemez�k k�l�nleges hangz�sa, az elektronikus �s f�leg az akusztikus hangszerek, k�l�n�sen a fuvola hangja �j sz�nt hozott a m�r akkor is tarka rockvil�gba. 68 december�ben megv�lt az egy�ttest�l Mick Abrahams, aki r�vid �let�, de ig�nyes zen�t j�tsz� zenekarokat hozott l�tre, majd sz�l�karrierbe kezdett. Hely�re a kiv�l� git�ros, Martin Lancelot Barre (1946. nov. 17.) ker�lt. A m�sodik lemezt�l kezdve Anderson �tvette a tot�lis ir�ny�t�st. A k�l�nleges, k�l�nc �lt�zk�d�s�, hanyag sk�t ifj� koncertjeiken bontakozott ki igaz�n. Progressz�v, kidolgozott zen�j�ket pomp�s showelemekkel d�sz�tett�k. Ezek k�z� tartozott az is, amikor a frontember Anderson �gy �nekelt, hogy sz�j�t nem vette le a fuvol�r�l. Ett�l k�l�n�s, bizarr hangok keletkeztek. A kellemes �s k�pzett hang� �nekes �s virtu�z fuvol�s nagyon �gyesen j�tszott az akusztikus git�rj�n is. Egym�st k�vett�k a jobbn�l-jobb lemezek. B�r a zenekar soraiban egyre t�bb lett a tagcsere, ez nem rontott albumaik, koncertjeik magas sz�nvonal�n. Az 1971-es Aqualung-on a k�t lemezoldal k�l�n c�met is kapott. Ebb�l a m�sodik c�me: God. Vall�si n�zetek �s v�lem�nyek - Ian Anderson addig ismeretlen, b�lcs gondolatai - tal�lhat�k ezen az oldalon. Ekkor m�r billenty�s is j�tszott az egy�ttesben - John Evan, aki r�gi ismer�se volt Andersonnak, hiszen annak idej�n Evan volt a f�n�k. ett�l fogva nem volt meg�ll�s a rockban. 72-ben koncept albumot k�sz�tettek - Thick As A Brick (Ostoba, mint egy t�gla) c�mmel:

"Hadd mes�ljek neked �leted t�rt�neteib�l,
A k�s v�g�s�r�l �s d�f�s�r�l,
A f�radhatatlan Elnyom�sr�l,
A bepl�nt�lt b�lcsess�gr�l, a v�gyr�l, hogy �lj,
Vagy, hogy meg�ljenek. Hadd �nekeljek vesztesekr�l,
Akik az utc�n fekszenek, mikor az utols� busz elmegy.
A j�rd�k �resek: a csatorna v�r�sen h�mp�ly�g,
M�g a bolond k�sz�nti isten�t az �gben."

A sz�veg meg�r�s�ban Gerald Bostock, a mind�ssze 8 �ves �r�pal�nta is r�szvett. A kem�ny, b�r�l� sz�veg miatt be is tiltott�k ezt a lemezt. Ez a m� k�l�n�s gonddal k�sz�lt, �s az egy�ttes egyik remekm�ve lett. A keretet az akusztikus versik�k alkotj�k, melyek k�z�tt k�l�n-k�l�n �s egy�tt is megmutatj�k a Tull-tagok, hogy mire k�pesek. A k�vetkez� �vben ism�t koncept alkot�ssal, az A Passion Play-el jelentkeztek. Ism�t nagyon komoly, �sszetett jelent�st hordoz� sz�vegek k�sz�ltek, �s a zene m�g t�k�letesebb lett - szinte m�r klasszikus szerkesztetts�g�. A Passion play egyik �rdekess�ge egy verses mese a ny�lr�l, amely elvesztette a szem�veg�t. Ezekt�l a korongokt�l a Tull-sound megv�ltozott, �s ezt a v�ltoz�st nem minden rajong� fogadta egy�rtelm� �r�mmel. A zenekarok �let�ben mindig vannak rosszabb id�szakok, a Tull-n�l ez 1974-ben volt soron, amikor a rajong�b�zis nem akarta befogadni az �j t�rekv�seket. Anderson ekkor �rta meg a War Child c�m� film zen�j�t. Az ezt k�vet� LP-k mind az akusztikus, mind az elektronikus Tull-sound kell�keit tartalmazt�k: Minstrel In The Gallery, Songs From The Wood. A 76-os lemez dupla bor�t�j�n eredeti �j�t�s, egy k�preg�ny l�that�, amely a lemez tartalm�t - Ray Lomas t�rt�net�t - mutatja be. Az �vtized v�g�re zen�j�kbe sikeresen olvasztott�k be a f�leg kelta eredet� n�pzene elemeit. E k�s�rlet nagyszer� eredm�nye lett  a Stormwatch. A k�vetkez� �vtizedben el�t�rbe ker�ltek az elektronikus hangszerek �s a sz�m�t�g�pes hangz�sok - mindez a new wave hat�sa volt. Ennek ellen�re tov�bbra is magas sz�nvonal�, kidolgozott, az �tlagot messze meghalad� alkot�saik voltak. 1983-ban Ian Anderson �s a volt Amory Kane tag, Dave Pegg (1947. nov. 2.) is sz�l�lemezt jelentettek meg. Pegg �rdekess�ge, hogy nemcsak a Tull egyik �lland�, oszlopos tagja, hanem a Fairport Convention basszusgit�rosa is volt egyid�ben. 1986-ban a m�r kiss� �reged� Jethro Tull fell�pett Budapesten, az MTK stadionban, �s feledhetetlen perceket szerzett a hallgat�s�gnak. De feledhetetlen �lm�nyt ny�jthatott Andersonnak az a magyar k�z�pt�vfut� h�lgy is, akir�l a k�vetkez� albumon megjelen� Budapest c�m� dalban eml�kezett meg. Az �vtizedet a Rock Island z�rta. Azut�n a kilencvenes �vekben - a m�r szok�sos k�t�ves sz�net ut�n - megjelent a Catfish Rising, amelyen Anderson�k visszat�rtek a kiss� nyersebb, blues-alap� rockzen�hez. De mindezeken t�l egyel�re �gy n�z ki, hogy a Tull nem tud ki�regedni a rockb�l, ahhoz pedig, hogy meghaljanak m�g mindig t�l fiatalok. Az egy�ttes rockt�rt�neti hely�t els�sorban Anderson zsenialit�sa hat�rozta meg. Szinte az egyetlen olyan progressz�v banda, akik t�retlen sikerrel alkottak t�bb mint harminc �ven �t. T�bb mint 55 milli� lemezt adtak el eddig, amelyek�rt harminc gy�m�ntlemezt, nyolcvan platina �s megsz�ml�lhatatlan aranylemezt kaptak. A Jethro Tull mind�g tudott valami �jat ny�jtani rajong�inak a rock, jazz, az angol �s kelta n�pzene zseni�lis �tv�zet�vel.

Nagylemezek:

Original Masters (1985) Aqualung (1971) Thick As A Brick (1972) This Was (1968) War Child (1974) Minstrel In The Gallery (1975) Songs From The Wood (1977) Repeat - Best Of 2 (1977) Stormwatch (1979) A (1980) A Classic Case (1985) Divinities: Twelve Dances With God (1992) Jethro Tull Box Set (1996) Best Of Jethro Tull (1999)

Rock Island (1989) 20Years Of Jethro Tull (1988) The Broadsworth And The Beast (1983) Stand Up (1969) Living In the Past (1972) Too Old To Rock&Roll Too Young To Die (1976) M.U. Best Of (1976) Heavy Horses (1978) Bursting Out (1978) Under Wraps (1984) Crest Of A Knave (1987) Roots To Branches (1996) In Concert (1998) J-Tull Dot Com (1999)

A Passion Play (1973)

Benefit (1970)

Catfish Rising (1991)

Jethro Tull Dalsz�vegek/Lyrics

Love Story
Going back in the morning time
to see if my love has changed her mind, yeah.
I know what I will find
that she is wasting time,
she could be picking roses.
Going back in the morning time
to see if my love has seen the light, yeah.
Oh, I told her last night
she should improve her sight,
she could be painting the roof.

Going back in the morning time
to see if my love has come around, yeah.
She offered me no sound,
her head is in the ground,
She could be calling for winter.

Christmas Song
Once in Royal David's City stood a lonely cattle shed,
where a mother held her baby.
You'd do well to remember the things He later said.
When you're stuffing yourselves at the Christmas parties,
you'll just laugh when I tell you to take a running jump.
You're missing the point I'm sure does not need making
that Christmas spirit is not what you drink.
So how can you laugh when your own mother's hungry,
and how can you smile when the reasons for smiling are wrong?
And if I just messed up your thoughtless pleasures,
remember, if you wish, this is just a Christmas song.

(Hey! Santa! Pass us that bottle, will you?)

Living In The Past
Happy and I'm smiling,
walk a mile to drink your water.
You know I'd love to love you,
and above you there's no other.
We'll go walking out
while others shout of war's disaster.
Oh, we won't give in,
let's go living in the past.
Once I used to join in
every boy and girl was my friend.
Now there's revolution, but they don't know
what they're fighting.
Let us close out eyes;
outside their lives go on much faster.
Oh, we won't give in,
we'll keep living in the past.

Driving Song
Will they ever stop drivin' me?
Have they ever taken time to see
That I need some rest
if I'm to do my best?
Can I please stop workin' so hard?
They just tell me gotta close it hard.
Got to think of my health.
Can I be by myself?

Oh, they tell me I'll be home someday.
Well I doubt it if I continue this way,
`cause this hard life I've led
is makin' me dead.

Sweet Dream
You'll hear me calling in your sweet dream,
can't hear your daddy's warning cry.
You're going back to be all the things you want to be,
while in sweet dreams you softly sigh.
You hear my voice is calling
to be mine again,
live the rest of your life in a day.
Get out and get what you can
while your mummy's at home a-sleeping.
No time to understand
`cause they lost what they thought they were keeping.

No one can see us in your sweet dream.
don't hear you leave to start the car.
All wrapped up tightly in the coat you borrowed from me,
your place of resting is not far.

You'll hear my voice is calling
to be mine again,
live the rest of your life in a day.
Get out and get what you can
While your mummy's at home a-sleeping.
No time to understand,
`cause they lost what they thought they were keeping.

Singing All Day
Singing all day, singing `bout nothing.
Singing all day, singing `bout nothing.
Singing all day, singing `bout nothing,
oo, my, my, my,
oo, my, my, my.
Went down to the station to look for her there,
looked through the crowds for a glimpse of her hair,
nothing to see but the crowds keep a-staring at me,
my, my,
oo, my, my, my.

Down in the street, try'n' to remember,
shuffling my feet outside a menswear,
is that her in the fur coat?
No it's not December yet,
my, my, my,
oo, my, my, my.

Singing all day, singing `bout nothing.

Back to the house, maybe she'll phone me,
singing my song, feeling so lonely.
I'll sing very softly, so if the phone rings
I can hear it, I can hear it.

Singing all day, singing `bout nothing.
Singing all day, singing `bout nothing.
Singing all day, singing `bout nothing,
oo, my, my, my,
oo, my, my, my.

Witch's Promise
Lend me your ear while I call you a fool.
You were kissed by a witch one night in the wood,
and later insisted your feelings were true.
The witch's promise was coming,
believing he listened while laughing you flew.
Leaves falling red, yellow, brown, all are the same,
and the love you have found lay outside in the rain.
Washed clean by the water but nursing its pain.
The witch's promise was coming, and you're looking
elsewhere for your own selfish gain.

Keep looking, keep looking for somewhere to be,
well, you're wasting your time, they're not stupid like he is.
Meanwhile leaves are still falling, you're too blind to see.

You won't find it easy now, it's only fair.
He was willing to give to you, you didn't care.
You're waiting for more but you've already had your share.
The witch's promise is turning, so don't you wait up
for him, he's going to be late.

Life Is A Long Song
When you're falling awake and you take stock of the new day,
and you hear your voice croak as you choke on what you need to say,
well, don't you fret, don't you fear,
I will give you good cheer.
Life's a long song.
Life's a long song.
Life's a long song.

If you wait then your plate I will fill.

As the verses unfold and your soul suffers the long day,
and the twelve o'clock gloom spins the room,
you struggle on your way.
Well, don't you sigh, don't you cry,
lick the dust from your eye.

Life's a long song.
Life's a long song.
Life's a long song.

We will meet in the sweet light of dawn.

As the Baker Street train spills your pain all over your new dress,
and the symphony sounds underground put you under duress,
well don't you squeal as the heel grinds you under the wheel.

Life's a long song.
Life's a long song.
Life's a long song.

But the tune ends too soon for us all.

Up The `Pool
I'm going up the `pool from down the smoke below
to taste my mum's jam sarnies and see our Aunty Flo.
The candyfloss salesman watches ladies in the sand
down for a freaky weekend in the hope that they'll be meeting
Mister Universe.
The iron tower smiles down upon the silver sea
and along the golden mile they'll be swigging mugs of tea.
The politicians there who've come to take the air
while posing for the daily press
will look around and blame the mess
on Edward Bear.

There'll be bucket, spades and bingo, cockles, mussels, rainy days,
seaweed and sand castles, icy waves.
Deck chairs, rubber dinghies, old vests, braces dangling down,
sun-tanned stranded starfish in a daze.

We're going up the `pool from down the smoke below
to taste my mum's jam sarnies and see our Aunty Flo.
The candy floss salesman watches ladies in the sand
down for a freaky weekend in the hope that they'll be meeting
Mister Universe.

There'll be buckets, spades and bingo, cockles, mussels, rainy days,
seaweed and sand castles, icy waves,
Deck chairs, rubber dinghies, old vests, braces dangling down,
sun-tanned stranded starfish in a daze.

Oh Blackpool,
oh Blackpool.

Crazed Institution
Just a little touch of make-up; just a little touch of bull;
just a little 3-chord trick embedded in your platform soul;
you can wear a gold Piaget on your Semaphore wrist;
you can dance the old adage with a dapper new twist.
And you can ring a crown of roses round your cranium,
live and die upon your cross of platinum.
Join the crazed institution of the stars.
Be the man that you think (know) you really are.
Crawl inside your major triad, curl up and laugh as your agent scores another front page photograph.
Is it them or is it you throwing dice inside the loo awaiting someone else to pull the chain.
Well grab the old bog-handle, hold your breath and light a candle.
Clear your throat and pray for rain to irrigate the corridors that echo in your brain
filled with empty nothingness, empty hunger pains.
And you can ring a crown of roses round your cranium,
live and die upon your cross of platinum.
Join the crazed institution of the stars.
Be the man that you think (know) you really are.