"One of the reasons I named the band after that city was the fact that it’s seen a lot of conflict. It’s not a political position. I worried about that from the beginning. But it was such a catchy name. I mean, if things go down that are truly horrible, I’ll change it. But not now. It’s still a good analogy for my music. I haven’t been to Beirut, but I imagine it as this chic urban city surrounded by the ancient Muslim world. The place where things collide."
Zach Condon in "New York Magazine"
Deixo-vos "Postcards from Italy" do álbum Gulag Orkestar, cheio de sonoridades à la Emir Kusturica! Genial! E deixo a dica... Zach está a trabalhar num novo álbum, e este poderá reflectir a sua mais recente "world-music obsession", fado.
Beirut - Postcards From Italy
The times we had
Oh, when the wind would blow with rain and snow
Were not all bad
We put our feet just where they had, had to go
Never to go
The shattered soul
Following close but nearly twice as slow
In my good times
There were always golden rocks to throw
at those who admit defeat too late
Those were our times, those were our times
And I will love to see that day
That day is mine
When she will marry me outside with the willow trees
And play the songs we made
They made me so
And I would love to see that day
Her day was mine