Monday, May 31, 2010

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Joaquín Sabina Concert, Saturday, May 29, 2010, 20:30, General Rumiñahui Coliseum, Quito, Ecuador.
was like reuniting with an old friend ... And it was a reunion with an old friend ... An old friend who does not visit much, I do not write much but I want to write what I know. And, of course, I also will respond with what I suppose you need to know, especially since I realized that draws from experiences of others to write their songs ... from my experiences. Some time ago we went out together a lot and we embriagábamos, women were looking after the heart breaking us, excuse to get drunk we put more and more women find themselves-or women-who end up making same. We changed because we hardly see or drink ... Could it be that we're old? My other friends did not like him very well, so we could not go out in groups of all but very rarely, so it was a relationship of friend to friend and no group of friends. I knew well, as evidenced
back in 2006. I love to reconnect with someone like that, but I missed the toasts looking into his eyes ... There will be another time ... I hope. Although, like last time, this time with Serrat, "lacked a little rock and roll (well, no, this time far short of rock'n'roll), it was an memorable ... but I accept that nothing like
the first time, that the Agora
. It was a trip to the past, an invitation to remember when we got along so well and we did not care much nothing more than this, however painful it was. Irresponsibility ... what memories ... But hey, more than two hours, a lot of connection with people who nearly filled the arena, the essential complicity with his musicians, Mara (good replacement for the irreplaceable Olga Roman) to put on stage more than one song after another to activate the time machine and take a walk. I did not like the version of son of Sox
prefer black-
good version but I loved blouse
As a toothache
(a moment that went straight to the top 5 of all the concerts of my life), the new songs went a little force, and timely talk about what is happening with new albums from old artists, and enjoyed it. Some small problems of feedback and guitar Jaime Asua that stopped ringing at the end. Joaquin almost imperceptible tune-not as much as the same Asúa that not catching the tone wet rains - songs played half tone down for years, cigarettes and height will not interfere Quito, the pair mortal jumps and screams coming out Heart with Bird step followed worse for the sun ... and the dream fulfilled at last jump and shout that
"if you want to live a hundred years, do not live as I live"
...

The setlist:





... Blues Still's (track)
... Intro (Lili Marlen) 01. Lemon tiramisu 02. 03
widow Clicquot. Want to ...
04. black stockings 05. Birds of passage 06. worse for the sun 07. On the boulevard of broken dreams 08. Rains, it pours (with Jaime Asua)
09. Suicide driver (Pancho Varona)
10. Like a toothache (Mara Barros) 11. And yet I love you (Mara Barros) + And yet ... 12. Bohemian crystal 13. A song for Madeleine 14. City Fish 15. Who has stolen the month of April? 16. Liar 17. Melancholy Street 18. 19 days and 500 nights 19. Princess

--- 20. Game called love (Antonio García de Diego) 21. Vinegar and roses
22. + Wedding nights and gave us ten
--- 23. The case of the platinum blonde (with Antonio García de Diego and Jaime Asua) 24.
Contigo 25.
pills not dream ... Crisis (track)
(why does everyone think is
Rock Box
?) With some classic rock: first issue I do not know what it was, after

Drive The Cars,
Fields of gold Sting and
The Pirate lame and without

One always writes the same song
on a child with old face that dares to fly under the brown sky dying behind the mirror.

One invents always the same song the drunken poet and his muse
keyboard accordion nicked
of mortal sin without excuses.

One always sings the same song
other night at the corner bar
near the station wagon where he sleeps when the weather threatens routine.
One
rumination always the same song like a dog barking at a moon with the same trumpet and trombone same mariachi did not fortune.

One just never the same song between the how and
and where and then it's time the curtain rises
and hold my people of Quito ...

Friday, May 28, 2010

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a bad dream is over




History repeats itself. Come prepared to enjoy a couple of hours of good music and have to return to the indignation and anger when we feel cheated. Gone are the infamous incident involving the inept and cowardly clowns Sig Grasshopper Club, which preferred to hide and not show his face when organizing the concert of Bunbury are falling apart. The best thing they could think of was to run away and throw the police against angry and drunk crowd who had no claim, the more upset because that moment we were ridding the world. And better not comment on what I've heard of what happened in the Plaza de Toros when it came Cradle of Filth, a chapter worth living in Springfield ... And now this ...




never been one of my favorite artists, but has always had that something calling me, that music as a drug difficult to digest heavy, but once inside a foolproof free items power and make us fly. Since I found out that Draco Rosa came to Ecuador felt like going to see it. Ie, in addition to all, was the final excuse to approach his music ... and was an approach that really paid off. Leaving aside the "too much flavor of some of their songs, the concert promises to be a good dose of good rock with dark touches. So, with growing excitement and the entry already in hand, I began to wait for the concert as he shared with Sabina preseason.






Forget for a moment the lugarsucho venue, the required time delay in starting the show, change the order of the cartel, allegedly Biorn Borg (not that Björn Borg, but Borg this Biorn) was to open the show, the inability to buy even a beer despite being in a bar and the exorbitant price of soft drinks ... Forget all that ... One goes anywhere when rock and roll in between. When Draco Rosa appeared on stage we also forget the fatigue and hunger. We had a very good place-our own VIP area where we saw a guy with a stage presence that would be comparable with Jim Morrison. "Spectacular"
, say Soplator ... The introduction, two songs and purpose. Draco said something that nobody understood, got up and left. The musicians were with him and Rhodes began their work desamontar equipment. And, as was obvious, organizers hid ... cowardly fled, as has happened so many times in Ecuador, as they usually do our presidents, the best example for entrepreneurs ... After much chaos and little destruction, the police explained that the premises were closed for lack of documentation, permits forged papers were not in order ... And we have no more than, as in Sig, leave the place and hope that those responsible burn in hell forever.
Worst of all is that with only two songs, the show promised so much ... I'm sure it would have been a memorable concert by the energy mix and intimate interpretation of the occasion. They said they rescheduled the concert (and were to return entries.) Draco hopefully want to return to this place where no respecter of persons.

Thursday, May 27, 2010

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fado tango

He said he was a tango, and no, I'm a tango, or will you and I have danced, chanted and carried. I'm for fado. Seem to come from Latin fas, fastum : Destination. Are the result of saudade, that feeling of melancholy remembrance of a product of the joy away; the feeling that remains when what once was, material or immaterial, which in turn allowed to enjoy happiness and euphoria, has been lost and strange, and the fact of remembering, thinking him back or produces a feeling of returning to life.

Back to life in this full moon of Gemini ( "I recognize my other self and the waning of that self, I grow and glow")

A portable phone I have had not 24 hours. So I phoned from a pay phone ... after doing a lot of memory. What a rush!. In the old phone become locked posts for several years, I reviewed with nostalgia before switching to another. I hardly drop even know I do well. There must decrease the other self, to make room for growth. Anyway ... things allegedly known.

At 1:08 a.m., just a moment, the moon will be in its fullness and continue their way to the last quarter, without stopping, holding nothing back. For many centuries has this habit. And I guess I'll go out behind the clouds that bring the rain blessed because I know that is hidden and watches me, without a trace.
Although I am of summer, sun and fire, today I am moon. Maybe it's years of experience and hope. Light a stick of incense, and do a prayer. The fullness is not enough to stay there, but to move forward.
While I listen to Amália Rodrigues, singing "Teardrop", and he invades this saudade, old friend, it makes me smile, smile as the full moon today.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

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Navacerrada

walk with the feeling that the volcano Eyjafjallajokull has taught me much about clouds that come and go, clouds of ash, which I think are no longer but, yes they are. And with the power to paralyze an entire airport. I have to respect nature ... and know its power.
My strength right now, come to spend the 21 hours that I left the day, as Scarlett in "Gone With the Wind", I still have the "think about tomorrow." And tomorrow I get on a bus after work, to go to Navacerrada, to sing, I like a lot, fed me and relaxes me. Good company will do me good. Laughter with my three sintenores, and a few others, are guaranteed ... and the mountain air do the rest.
I'm not for many plans, but I'm already risky and I sing over. The music of the soul, which is worn on the skin, and feels in gut is a common and universal language. I have not done so far, nor do I know if I'll do sometimes, but I'll share with you a link that reaches me from a dear friend. May you enjoy it. Good weekend.

http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2539741

Thursday, May 13, 2010

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a friend tells me I have the body to tango ... and will be true. Perhaps now I'm a color suburban and her voice breaking. Nothing happens by chance. Listening to Fito and company, I have to, but not me down, that of "I will not apologize si algo no me sale bien...". Creo que para una temporada la propuesta vital de no pedir perdón me va a resultar en un ánimo más liviano. Y con su mirada cómplice comprendo que me lo voy a permitir. Al fin y al cabo, me gusta el tango, y tiene su punto interesante, de sensualidad y arrebato. Y ahí, me lo voy a disfrutar, claro que sí. Arriesgaré. No es lo mismo "no quiero" que "no me atrevo". Y si hay conflicto es que hay contacto.
Creciendo, creciendo...he perdido la base de sustentación, y me siento insegura. Igual es buen momento para no pensar en alargar mi vida, sino en ensancharla. Y que la primavera haga el resto. Sabe tánto la Madre Naturaleza...

Friday, May 7, 2010

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Is it too much to ask?

The other day I went to see Clash of the Titans Version 2010, and left the theater with the certainty that most people do not understand anything. The smiles of satisfaction that filled the faces of the spectators after seeing an epic and dramatic full of bombast visual-whether it is the analogy (which I doubt) - in contrast with my feeling sick, feeling that, again, wasted a valuable couple of hours watching something that does not contribute anything positive to my life. Precious few hours I could have used anything else, for example, see rain through the window. All of this is that, despite the deployment technology with art special effects, monsters, impossible, thunderous battles, millions and millions invested in the film and the actor of the moment or because of all that, the story is a mess: pure Hollywood garbage class. But the feeling is nothing new, is identical to what I felt before, to see things like
Avatar Transformers Iron Man or even
.

The films do not have to be like real life, but do not have to be a pathetic spectacle. I'll leave aside the fact that it is a mockery of the Greek myth of Perseus. I will also ignore that is a remake of another mockery of the myth, at least this had a great role that
owl, which has only a cameo in the new version. Already
Troy had taken advantage of a myth, transforming into anything - how is it possible that Menelaus primerito die? Have taken the same story, I have changed names, had set in outer space and ready ...- and I suppose the box office given the right producers, director and writers for another team now go down the same road and smash another perfect story.

A view, a clarification. Take a The Lord of the Rings . While it is impossible to capture another adaptation-all this in movies, "it did not occur to change the story outright, which was a blessing for those who love Tolkien's books. At times the special effects he played a trick on the film (killing a oliphant Legolas, Aragorn fighting a troll compared to the Black Gates) and earned kitsch disapproving glances (the small moments of Sam and Rosie), but the story was respected as much as we could and no one was hurt. You can make an adaptation in which change some of the original story and to succeed. The clearest example for me is Watchmen, whose final film seems even better than novel (pardon the blasphemy and sacrilege.) But butchering a story loved by millions and do so without any apparent criteria, I think it's stupid.

Take
now Star Wars. It is an adaptation of anything. It's simply a story hermosa y redonda. Los nuevos episodios (I, II y III) son inferiores a los originales... básicamente por las actuaciones y por los efectos especiales. No puedo negar que los efectos son espectaculares y le permitieron a George Lucas filmar lo que no era posible en los 70. El pecado es darles demasiada importancia. Gracias a las ilimitadas posibilidades tecnológicas, decidieron incluir secuencias enteras que resultan un poco complicadas de creer que sucedan, incluso si los protagonistas son los jedis más poderosos de la galaxia -sin contar la inútil existencia de Jar Jar Binks-. Pero bueno, la historia se sostiene pese a las debilidades de un director que se ha visto contagiado del mal de Hollywood: hacer cosas hollywoodenses... Nada que ver con sus tiempos of THX 1138 or

American Graffiti ...






Today, the stories populated special effects are often poor, resulting inevitably in the science-fiction films are often poor (and in this way, also to recreate different from the present time, as ancient Greece.) What happened to creativity and intelligence of the people? Where are those who are able to make good sci-fi films as The Matrix

or

Blade Runner? Why he ran the creative writers of film, now have to resort to remakes or adapting any book for kids? Do not think it's much to ask ... Just ask good stories, not movies with characters stuck to kick the Italian political posturing owns television stations, huge monsters with fighting unbelievable, nonsensical dialogue and romances that do not have to appear on screen. Is it too much to ask? The picture does not look good for the coming months. Releases are announced as
Transformers 3
,

Independence day 2 and 3, Iron Man

,

The Avengers, Thor

, another unnecessary

Indiana Jones ... Need not be bad, but the managers are managing to create one last great battle that pits the good and evil to save the universe, ending sinking their peliculuchas (
Michael Bay Must Be Stopped
).




Fortunately next week is the
edoc9
. Although no work there, I have a lot of emotion to be able to afford to see good cinema. Exploits my passport to the fullest, I swear.

PS: I reread the post and I can only say what the hell is wrong with me? What's my problem? The world delights in Hollywood masterpieces of technology and I complain and point recess to consider trash Is I can not have fun at the movies like normal people?

Monday, May 3, 2010

Brazilian Wax Grow Back

"I tell you what?"

One of my kids, the little boy said, "Mom ... I'll tell you what," when you wanted me to know something. So I'll tell you why. And
story ... I've always been told I'm an easy laugh, but I have really easy are the tears of grief, the anger, the nostalgia, to hear the Chopin, the of laughs. Like a tear incontinence syndrome, or as you and it's contagious, or DNA. I do not know nor do I care. And
story ... I like to mourn in the rain. The cold drops cool the heat of the cheeks and coupled with salty tears. The yin and yang. I do sneak tickle behind the ears to the collar and, as and how, to the navel. And I feel more like laughing and more willing to mourn. And
story ... someone who lives above the clouds know when I need water falling from the sky. And sends me on my contention relief. And I tell
one, two, three ... and breathe. Deep, very deep. Laziness gets me, and I have to go to work (a luck which falls in the country, the EU ... etc ...), so I'll go unraveling of the fingertips and soles. Happy
rain!