Dire Straits

Dire Straits

Dire Straits es una banda de rock británica, fundada en 1977 por Mark Knopfler (guitarra y voz), David Knopfler (guitarra), John Illsley (bajo) y Pick Withers (batería), con Ed Bicknell como director. Fue disuelta en 1995. Mark Knopfler, originario de Escocia, se trasladó a Londres para trabajar. Allí colaboraba para distintos periódicos y trabajaba de profesor. Mark no se lanzaba a tratar de vivir plenamente de su pasión, la música. Tras unas colaboraciones no profesionales con su amigo Steve Phillips, Mark pasó a formar parte del grupo Brewer's Droop; donde conoció al batería Pick Whiters. Tras la grabación del álbum Booze Brothers, la banda se disolvió y Pick volvió a trabajar como batería de estudio para otros músicos. Mark volvió a la rutina viviendo con su hermano. En 1977, durante una fiesta, Mark conoció a John Illsley, que tocaba el bajo. Fue entonces cuando decidieron formar un grupo: Mark, su hermano David, John y el antiguo batería de "Brewer's Broop", Pick Whiters. En un comienzo, el nombre de la banda fue "Cafe Racers"; ya que Mark pedía a gerentes de los pubs que les dejasen actuar, de forma que la música sonase de fondo, permitiendo a la gente hablar. Este hecho de interpretar su repertorio, principalmente compuesto por Mark aunque con canciones de David y versiones de otros músicos, en los pubs de Londres les unía a otras muchas bandas británicas del momento (este tipo de banda con sonido precario y de entretenimiento es lo que pasaría a denominarse pub-band). Finalmente, fue Pick el que propuso cambiar el nombre a Dire Straits (que en inglés viene a significar "malos momentos") debido a la penosa situación económica que vivían en aquellos días. En una etapa en que se produjo la eclosión del punk rock, ellos tenían un sonido distinto, casi rock and roll a la antigua usanza.

Letra de Industrial Disease
Warning lights are flashing down at Quality Control
Somebody threw a spanner and they threw him in the hole
There's rumors in the loading bay and anger in the town
Somebody blew the whistle and the walls came down
There's a meeting in the boardroom they're trying to trace the smell
There's leaking in the washroom there's sneak in personnel
Somewhere in the corridors someone was heard to sneeze
'Goodness me could this be Industrial Disease?'

The caretaker was crucified for sleeping at his post
They're refusing to be pacified it's him they blame the most
The watchdog's got rabies the foreman's got the fleas
And everyone's concerned about Industrial Disease
There's panic on the swichboard tongues are ties in knots
Some come out in sympathy some come out in spots
Some blame the management some the employees
And everybody knows it's the Industrial Disease

The work force is disgusted downs tools and walks
Innocence is injured experience just talks
Everyone seeks damages and everyone agrees
That these are 'classic symptoms of a monetary squeeze'
On ITV and BBC they talk about the curse
Philosophy is useless; theology is worse
History boils over there's an economics freeze
Sociologists invent words that mean 'Industrial Disease'

Doctor Parkinson declared 'I'm not surprised to see you here
You've got smokers cough from smoking brewer's droop from drinking beer
I don't know how you came to get the Bette Davis knees
But worst of all young man you've got Industrial Disease'
He wrote me a prescription he said 'you are depressed
But I'm glad you came to see me to get this off your chest
Come back and see me later - next patient please
Send in another victim of Industrial Disease'

I go down to Speaker's Corner I'm thunderstruck
They got free speech, tourists, police in trucks
Two men say they're Jesus, one of them must be wrong
There's a protest singer singing a protest song - he says
'They wanna have a war to keep their factories
They wanna have a war to keep us on our knees
They wanna have a war to stop us buying Japanese
They wanna have a war to stop Industrial Disease

They're pointing out the enemy to keep you deaf and blind
They wanna sap your energy incarcerate your mind
They give you Rule Brittania, gassy beer, page three
Two weeks in Espana and Sunday striptease'
Meanwhile the first Jesus says 'I'll cure it soon
Abolish Monday mornings and Friday afternoons'
The other one's out on hunger striker he's dying by degrees
How come Jesus gets Industrial Disease?

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