Uphill

We are alone in the world
We must do what we feel we should
We are told what is right
Need hurts within us
We can see sense
We can feel what feels right
And so often
All these things are not at all the same
They're not at all the same

H

Oh

Tesla

Then he starts to play.
Suddenly the pain slowly fades away.
Tattered, torn and frayed,
There's a place within his heart
He'll always save for the song and emotion.
Know he's got to his dyin' day.
Song and emotion.
You can hear him play.
You can still hear him say,
Better run for cover 'cause it looks like rain again!

[Tesla; Song & Emotion]

Time of the Season

I cant get to sleep
I think about the implications
Of diving in too deep
And possibly the complications

Especially at night
I worry over situations
I know will be alright
Perahaps its just my imagination

Day after day it reappears
Night after night my heartbeat, shows the fear
Ghosts appear and fade away

Alone between the sheets
Only brings exasperation
Its time to walk the streets
Smell the desperation

At least theres pretty lights
And though theres little variation
It nullifies the night
From overkill

[Men At Work - Overkill]

Regina Spektor

Blinded by the light

I smile at the misplaced faces

Trying to convince myself

All the answers lye with me

I look at my broken picture
Find it so hard to believe
As now the past comes back to haunt me
It’s alright I’m alright

I just need to believe I’m not afraid anymore
I will feel my way back
Lay your hands on me

Wish I hadn’t been so vain
Been and gone and thrown away
Regrets I keep
The blame I give to me

It’s alright I’m alright
I just need to believe I’m not afraid anymore
I will feel my way back
Lay your hands on me

Here’s the point I raise blame
And discipline the fool inside my head
Where nothings fair and no one there
To honour all mistakes I’ve made
And looking through my own debris
I see nothing but me and more of me


It’s so distressing all the blessing
Never seems to fall on me.
The pictures framed to form an edge

The truth it lies within the heart
It’s funny how we live this life and
Never seem to live enough


I won’t be true Cause I can’t seem to
It’s only just a state of mind that
Time and time and time and time again
It changes, I swallow

What I want to say I’m broken up
I cannot breath I cannot be I need I need to
All in all and every time I follow you
I see it out; see it out of blind eyes

Ray Wilson; The Actor

Everybody knows but me when you go where you shouldn't be
Everybody knows but me where you go when you're feeling free
Everybody knows but me
So you go there for a laugh You just go to take photographs
To believe that, I'd be daft but yes I think you go for a laugh and you say...

Magnetic Fields

Strange Currencies

Don't fill out any forms
Don't compensate
Don't cower
Don't crawl
Don't come around late
Don't hover at the gate

Don't take it on board
Don't fall on your sword
Just play another chord
If you feel you're getting bored
I feel numb
I feel numb
Too much is not enough

U2

One by one, you watch'em fall...

Peter Gabriel. The Drop. Sad magic.

The art of none

A room is full of jazz, but the conscious doesn't help. (Un)funny how it is that what, in the end, works.

Little Empire

All of my sins are attempts to fill the voids
All of my voids they are filled with sin
All of my demons they are kept within
And all my violence it does not exist

My little empire
I'm happy being sad
My little empire
I'm fucked with being fucked
My little empire
I'm done with being dumb
My little empire
I'm happy being sad

Manic Street Preachers

Como un canto rodante

A juknyard blues

Way too much

Looking at it, not seeing it
Looking at it, not seeing it

The open windows
Let in the spring air today
And the birds sing their thankfully happy, brainless song
But the silence here finds a way to stay
Some kind of explosion
God, if you hear me
Throw me a line or strike me down
Do you refuse even to accuse
C'mon, do your worst
But lift this curse

Hogarth, House

The Whole Day Down

What the f...

This I read

Hay hombres que luchan un dia y son buenos.
Hay otros que luchan un año y son mejores.
Hay quienes luchan muchos años y son muy buenos.
Pero hay los que luchan toda la vida:
esos son los imprescindibles.

Bertol Brecht

This I Hear

[...] Then I remember

When the moon was full and bright

I would take you in the darkness

And do the tango in the night

Tango...

Fleetwood Mac

Well, those New Radicals guys used to sing something about getting what you give. Say basketball, say books, say whatever, it seems they were kinda right. Someone else is always right.

I Believe I Can Fly

Siempre me cayó bien este R. Kelly.

Truckin'

Truckin got my chips cashed in. keep truckin, like the do-dah man
Together, more or less in line, just keep truckin on.

Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on main street.
Chicago, new york, detroit and its all on the same street.
Your typical city involved in a typical daydream
Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings.

Dallas, got a soft machine; houston, too close to new orleans;
New yorks got the ways and means; but just wont let you be, oh no.

Most of the cast that you meet on the streets speak of true love,
Most of the time theyre sittin and cryin at home.
One of these days they know they better get goin
Out of the door and down on the streets all alone.

Truckin, like the do-dah man. once told me youve got to play your hand
Sometimes your cards aint worth a dime, if you dont layem down,

Sometimes the lights all shinin on me;
Other times I can barely see.
Lately it occurs to me what a long, strange trip its been.

What in the world ever became of sweet jane?
She lost her sparkle, you know she isnt the same
Livin on reds, vitamin c, and cocaine,
All a friend can say is aint it a shame?

Truckin, up to buffalo. been thinkin, you got to mellow slow
Takes time, you pick a place to go, and just keep truckin on.

Sittin and starin out of the hotel window.
Got a tip theyre gonna kick the door in again
Id like to get some sleep before I travel,
But if you got a warrant, I guess youre gonna come in.

Busted, down on bourbon street, set up, like a bowlin pin.
Knocked down, it gets to wearin thin. they just wont let you be, oh no.

Youre sick of hangin around and youd like to travel;
Get tired of travelin and you want to settle down.
I guess they cant revoke your soul for tryin,
Get out of the door and light out and look all around.

Sometimes the lights all shinin on me;
Other times I can barely see.
Lately it occurs to me what a long, strange trip its been.

Truckin, Im a goin home. whoa whoa baby, back where I belong,
Back home, sit down and patch my bones, and get back truckin on.
Hey now get back truckin home.

Grateful Dead

Pills

I never want to be old
And I don't want dependants
It's no fun to be told
That you can't blame your parents anymore

I'm finding it hard
To hang from a star
I don't want to be...
Never want to be old

Sullen and bored the kids stay
And in this way wish away each day
Stoned in the mall the kids play
And in this way wish away each day

I don't really know
If I care what is normal

Steven Wilson is Porcupine Tree

Magia en los dedos

David Gilmour. Breathless.

Sax in the beach

McGyver tunes

Reality Bites

So see how long I can last

You can pretend that I don't exist for you
And I can laugh about it now
But I hated every minute
I was waiting for your email
And each day that you forgot to call
Just made me feel so low
So low

Christmas 1998
I tried to call
I just couldn't wait
And your message was out of date
So I left my voice on your machine
But you did not respond
OK OK OK you've won
You make me feel so low
So low

Steven Wilson is Porcupine Tree

Monochrome

Yann Tiersen.

Germanstyle

The Editors, Munich

People are fragile things, you should know by now
Be careful what you put them through
People are fragile things, you should know by now
You'll speak when you're spoken to

It breaks when you don't force it
It breaks when you don't try
It breaks if you don't force it
It breaks if you don't try

A Chuk Klosterman Blues

-Pero sea como fuere, creo que tus ideas son fascinantes. Eres una fascinante camarera Cracker Barrel.
-Gracias -dice-. A veces me da por pensar tonterías como esas.
-A mi también me pasa. Es en lo único en lo que me gusta pensar, para ser sincero. Pero ¿por qué me has contado precisamente a mí todas esas cosas sobre los sueños? ¿Les hablas de ese modo a todos tus clientes?
-Oh no, por Dios. Creí que podías ser alguien inteligente, como estabas leyendo el periódico...
-Pero, pero... ¡pero si es el USA Today!
-Lo sé -dice-. Pero también parecías aburrido. Y llevas gafas.
Y entonces Mary Beth se alejó. Y cuando me trajo las bolas de masa extra apenas me dedicó una sonrisa.
No encuentro diferencia alguna entre ganar o perder.

Simply Autumn

Misery loves company
And company loves more
More loves everybody else
But the hell is all of hers

So easy to read but the book is boring me
Your so easy to read but the book is boring me
Your so easy to read but the book is boring me
Boring, Boring, Boring, Boring, Boring, Boring, Boring me

Pray for me if you want to
Pray for me if you care
Pray for me if you want to
Pray for me if you dare
Pray for me if you want to
Pray for me if you care
Pray for me if you want to
Pray for me if I for give you for leaving
Pray...

Emilie Atumn, everybody's darling...

A definition of Beauty

Music, Kate Bush - Prologue to Aerial

Landscapes, 'Collininlondon'

Pain Of Salvation

There’s nothing like a broken childhood
there’s nothing like a broken home
there’s nothing like a tale from your hood
there’s nothing like a record of restriction orders
outspoken borderline disorders
a violent long way to the top
the longer that you fought yourself up
the longer the spitfall...

A bohemian storm is brewing

Nunca tan solo, como para no salir a buscar

Nunca tan lejos, tanto que no pueda regresar
Nunca tan triste, como para no volver a llorar
Nunca tan fuerte, nunca llego hasta el final

Cero Estrés. Y bastante de otras cosas. Quedamos avisados. Enormes.

Self

I'm still walking towards my path. Where the hell does it lead? I don't know, though i love exploring it. It was Freddie Mercury who wrote 'you can be anything you want to be, just be free with your tempo', and I truly believe him, though I still haven't found any paying tempo at all. I find this as a marvellous small big world, I really love this paradox, but I find very confusing smoking it sometimes. I guess it always comes down to my poetry headquarters, kinda much 'I'´s, I know, but really don't wanna stop discovering that I hundred percent at all, do I really know it?
Well, it was Marillion who wrote about that one in the picture I couldn't afford, can't I?, it was them who wrote those...

Did you ever fall in love?
Did you ever fall in love?
Did you ever fall in love?
Did you ever dream of falling?

Did you give up?
And discover that you haven't given up?

[...]

Thursday Child

Nutshell

El impresionante (es poco) concierto completo de Alice In Chains, 1996, aquí.

En 2002, el magnético vocalista Layne Staley falleció. Los demás desencadenaron a Alicia de nuevo, pero nada es lo mismo.

Time

If you wanna look

If you wanna look
If you wanna look

On someone else

And I have time

To look at myself
To look at myself
To look at myself
To look at myself

Somewhere else...

Jazz

Peces de colores.
El rojo, el verde.
Ella.
Suéltame la mano. Desearía abrazarte.
Una nota.
La menor. Si menor.
El pez violeta se escabuye.
Una roca, un cenagal, niebla, tengo frío.
No hay nadie, no hay nada, ella no está.
No abrí la boca.
Un pez naranja dando saltos. El agua fluye. Tranquilidad, estanque.
Tumulto, tempestad.
No hay peces, los perdí.
No estaba mirando.
Ella, donde.
Yo, la lágrima, el estanque...

Go!

Turn your life upside down
Take a car into town
Wait until the world's asleep
And tear it up and never stop again

Take a train to the sea
Stay up all night ..and be
It only takes a fraction of a second
To turn your life upside down

Take a train to the sea
Be anyone you want to be
A little spark of light inside your mind
Safe and sound off the ground upside down

Wide awake on the edge of the world
Wide awake on the edge of the world
Wide awake on the edge of the world...

Thanks, Hogarth...

Islands Are Mountain Tops...

Take me to the fantastic place
Keep the rest of my life away
Take me to the fantastic place
Keep the rest of my life away

Take me to the island
I'll watch the rain over your shoulder
The streetlights in the water
The moment outside of real life...

¿No tenemos tiempo para la belleza?

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

"Leisure," de W.H. Davies

Leo en ese maravilloso blog que es Fogonazos (Asombros diarios) el juego que hicieron con Joshua Bell en el Washington Post. Se trataba de comprobar hasta qué punto pueden ser ignoradas las notas de Bach y Schumann en el fragor de la (a veces) absurdamente ajetreada vida moderna diaria.

La historia completa, con videos, en el Post

Y, sin embargo, se mueve...

This is an end...

Acerca de la próxima reedición actualizada de todo el catálogo de los Doors, leo hoy este buenísimo quote de Ray Manzarek en El País:

"Conocía a Jim de una escuela de cine y sabía que era un gran poeta. La letra de 'Moonlight Drive' removió mi sangre polaca. Cuenta una agradable historia californiana, conduciendo con la novia hacia el mar bajo la luz de la luna. Pero de pronto entra en la ecuación el concepto de la psicodelia, la constante de la muerte. 'Agárrate fuerte, baby, vamos a ahogarnos esta noche' dice la última estrofa. Iban a cometer un doble suicidio, como en una película japonesa de Kurosawa o Uzo. Nunca había oído algo tan cinético o intrigante. Removió mi carácter eslavo, el lado oscuro, meditabundo y misterioso que puedo explorar en el teclado. Fue el perfecto matrimonio de la palabra y el órgano".

Number 2

Now, this is weird. Resulta que Wendy James (Transvision Vamp, you may know what I mean), sigue viva. Y acaba de sacar un segundo disco con un proyecto llamado 'Racine'. Y suena bastante bien. ¡Y pasa por Madrid este miércoles! ¡Cielos, es genial perder 18 años de golpe!

Between the click of the light...

It is so freakingly funny how we love to take ourselves and throw us to a wall, and then take a laugh at the scene. One still stands for the smiling optimistic way of life, no matter how we love to learn the blues. And I doubt i could change.

Mood - canadian. Arcade Fire - No Cars Go!

Bingo!

Descubro vía Otomano que la genial M.I.A. está de vuelta

Shroud of False

We are just a moment in time
A blink of an eye
A dream for the blind
Visions from a dying brain
I hope you don't understand

Stars went Black

Dos chavales de Chicago con algo de tiempo libre le dieron un nuevo aire a las colinas de la ciudad de los so-called ángeles. ¿Qué tiene esto que ver con la música? Es mi EgoBlog y lo pervierto como quiera. Well, everything's related to music, dear! Anyway, Supertramp wrote it, Gone Hollywood...

It's just heartbreaking
I should have known that it would let me down
It's just a mind aching
I used to dream about this town

It was a sight to see
The place to be,
Where the living is easy
And the kicks can always be found

It's such a shame about it
I used to think that it would feel so good
But who's to blame about it
So many creeps in Hollywood

I'm in this numb motel
Near the 'Taco Bell'
Without a hope in hell
I can't believe that I'm still around...

Stars went blue

Reminds me of lying down on a bed @ Mexico D.F. That morning, i had an awful morning coffee back in L.A. before taking a yellow cab from Hawthorne airport to LAX airport. There was such a storm by the end of the day.




Thanx, Ryan.

Newsflash!

In other shocking news, we (gasp!) find out that...

Longtime dreamy Heather Findlay, from my beloved Mostly Autumn


And Longtime beloved Fish, former frontman from my [fill in the blank] Marillion



Have now become



...Whoa!

"[...]On February 14th under the central arch of the Micklegate bar in York I got down on one knee and proposed marriage to Heather Findlay. She accepted and we are getting married in Haddington in early August this year. [...]"

Ill leave it to the best way, its an old cliche...

Sweet Sixteen

Could it be Rapidgeist, could it be Swansong? Heather...

Public Symphony - Stronger

Aerial

I love Kate Bush. Dejando esto claro, podemos dejar caer una loa hacia este álbum el cual por fin, año y medio después de ver la luz, entró en su versión original a mi colección. Es tal la cantidad de matices sonoros que esconde que dificilmente un mp3 puede hacerle justicia.
La gran sensación que transmite este disco es Belleza. La portada es una declaración de intenciones del onírico viaje sonoro que te espera. Se trata de un álbum doble en el que no sobra una sola nota. Por supuesto, obtuvo unas críticas buenísimas, y ha vendido más de un millón de copias. Esas cosas aún pasan.

Fue el primer disco en doce años de Kate Bush. Estamos hablando de una mente privilegiada para la música, adicta al trabajo en el estudio y que sólo ha salido una vez en su vida de gira, en el 79. Apenas daba señales de vida mientras trabajaba en su próximo proyecto, cumplía el expediente cuando llegaba el momento de la promoción... Detalles sin importancia para los más jóvenes del lugar, que nos hemos encontrado con una discografía simplemente mágica.

Y llega Aerial. Una translúcida ventana al paraíso sensorial. La voz de Kate ha madurado para bien, y su habilidad compositiva resulta sobrecogedora. Ha cogido una amalgama de estilos y lo ha pasado por el suave tamiz de la marca registrada Bush (la auténtica), devolviendo un hielo con forma de llama. Se trata de un maravilloso ejercicio de electrónica con alma, una limpísima producción en la que entran instrumentos y ciertos arreglos orquestrales a cargo de Michael Kamen, fallecido en 2003.

Oh, y para los π lovers, resulta toda una maravilla el segundo corte, 'Pi', en el que recita más de cien decimales del número sobre un sonido que el Mike Oldfield más inspirado hubiera firmado orgulloso.

I found a book on how to be invisible
On the edge of the labyrinth
Under a veil you must never lift
Pages that you must never turn
In the labyrinth
You stand in front of a million doors
And each one holds a million more
Corridors that lead to the world
Of the invisible
Corridors that twist and turn
Corridors that blister and burn

Eye of Braille
Hem of anorak
Stem of wallflower
Hair of doormat
Is that the wind from the desert song?
Is that the autumn leaf falling?
Or is that you walking home?

'How to be invisible'

I Am Kloot

Sometimes, it gets so strange when diving, huh?

Swim out to the ocean
Drown your thought out at sea
And dip your hands in the water
The same deep water as me
You've been watching for cloudbursts
You've been praying for rain
Drench your soul in the water
Cleanse your heart of the stain
Cleanse your heart of the stain...

Colorblind

Coffee black and egg white
Pull me out from inside
I am ready
I am ready
I am ready
I am
taffy stuck, tongue tied
Stuttered shook and uptight
Pull me out from inside...

Bosé

Entrevista en Elpaís.com

P. Hola Miguel, Me gustaria saber cuales han sido las referencias musicales de tus comienzos como artista, tanto nacionales como internacionales [...]

R. Mis referencias eran T. Rex, Roxi Music, Emmerson, Lacke y Palmer, Yes, King Crimson, etc. Como verás mucho rock progresivo y glam. Hoy en día mis referencias son más literarias, pictóricas, esculturales, arquitectónicas, ya que ellas me inspiran más.


You gotta love the guy! ¬¬

Season's what?

But it snowed! The day after fireworks! Parece que las trivialidades van bien.

And do the Tango in the Night...

Es uno de mis discos preferidos. Fue, de hecho, el primer disco de Fleetwood Mac que compré. Fue cuando dejé de pensar en 'Little Lies' como esa aburrida canción de M80 a pensar en 'Little Lies' como esa canción tan agradable. Pero aquel disco, grabado en pleno clímax del proverbial culebrón que este grupo siempre se ha traído entre manos, demostró esconder un montón de registros más. Sonido de oscuro terciopelo. Inocente pop y deliciosos pasajes oscuros. Y una preciosa portada, homenaje al naïf de Henri Rousseau, que durante un tiempo protagonizó la cara A de mi carpeta verde. Gotta close your eyes to the sound...

Listen to the wind on the water
Listen to the waves upon the shore
Try to sleep, sleep won’t come
Just as I begin to fade

Then I remember...

Season's End

Getting close to seasons end
I heard somebody say
That it might never snow again
In England

[...]
So watch the old world melt away
A loss regrets could never mend
You never miss it till it's gone
So say goodbye, say goodbye...

What Have You Done!

Ya está por aquí el nuevo disco de Within Temptation. Escuchamos el single... Espera! Ese es Keith Caputo! Ein? A little bit of researching and shocking facts we find! Cielos, resulta que Keith Caputo, de quien solo conocía un par de maravillosos discos tirando a tranquilos en solitario, resulta que el tipo que interpretó 'Why' con más magia que Annie Lennox, que ya es demasiado decir... Resulta que ese tipo tiene detrás una dilatada carrera como voz del grupo de hard rock 'Life Of Agony'! Empieza a cuadrar su compañerismo con los holandeses...

Ah, el disco, pues bonito para escuchar sin más, muy bonito a ratos ('Hand Of Sorrow'), pero insustancial como todo lo que han hecho estos tipos no llamado 'Mother Earth'.

Alarmas Silenciosas

...Y con esto completamos el capítulo 2 de la mainstream week.

Tantas críticas negativas me despertaron la curiosidad. Por fin, en la Classic Rock leí una positiva, y después de ver el videoclip de 'I Still Remember' comencé a verlo. Efectivamente, se han convertido en unos 'yet another U2-followers'. Genial! Su primer invento sonaba original y sonaba bien. En esta ocasión, se han quedado solo con lo segundo. Y con eso les basta para haber hecho un disco ciertamente preciosista. Menos peleón, menos del gusto de your average Tentaciones critic.
A mi me gustan. Y, gracias a Dios, están lejos de dormir a las ovejas Coldplay alike.

Waiting for the 7.18
January is endless
Weary-eyed and forlorn
The Northern Line is the loudest

Sitting in silence in bars after work
I've got nothing to add or contest
Can still kick a ball a hundred yards
We cling to bottles and memories of the past

Just give me moments
Not hours or days
Just give me moments

Grinding your teeth in the middle of the night
With the sadness of those molars
Spend all your spare time trying to escape
With crosswords and sudoku

If I could do it again
I'd make more mistakes
I'd not be so scared of falling

If I could do it again,
I'd climb more trees
I'd pick and I'd more wild
blackberries

Just give me moments
Not hours or days
Just give me moments

Let's drive to Brighton on the weekend

Thanks, Keith

:)

Adore

Best Record Ever. In Almost Every Sense. Maybe, Music Counts Too. Just Maybe.

What if the sun refused to shine?
What if the clouds refused to rain?
What if the wind refused to blow?
What if the seas refused to wave?
What if the world refused its turn?
What if the stars would hesistate?

What if what is isn't true?
What are you going to do?
What if what is isn't you?
Does that mean you've got to lose?
Digging for the feel of something new...

Neon Bible

Interrumpimos la programación para hacer una pequeña reseña del penúltimo album comprado... En una calurosa mañana cayó 'por fin' la Biblia de Neón de Arcade Fire. Y qué bien suena. Pomposo y grandilocuente como se podría esperar, algo más guitarrero en ocasiones que su pasado más reciente, y con un libreto precioso. Y qué letras...
En el libro de Julián Ruiz contaba Chris Martin que fue gracias al primero que descubrió a estos canadienses. Bueno, pues ya tengo algo en común con Chris Martin...


INTERVENTION

King's taking back the throne
The people, they all grow
And choose what they want written on the stone
All quiet and alone

You can taste the fear
Lift me up and take me out of here
I know I wanna fight, I wanna die
Just tell me what to say

Working for the church while your family dies
Little baby sister gonna lose her mind
Every spark of friendship and love will die without a hope
Hear the soldiers groan
All quiet and alone

Something in the air
The people they all sit and stare
And tell me what they point to tell me where
And tell me…

Who's gonna throw the very first stone?
Whose gonna re-set the bone?
Sitting with his head in a sling
I hear the soldier sing

Working for the church while your family dies
Little baby sister gonna lose her mind
Every spark of friendship and love will die without a hope

Hear the soldiers groan
All quiet and alone

Sun, shine a light
Someone take me, teach me how to fly
And onto something for which I would die
But I just don't know what
And know I can taste the fear
Lift me up and take me out of hear
You make it all concise and clear
You know I'm gonna fade

Working for the church while your family dies
Little baby sister gonna lose her mind
Every spark of friendship and love will die without a hope
Hear the soldiers groan
All quiet and alone

Un crack con el trabajo equivocado

Dinos, Antoni, dinos, ¡qué vamos a hacer en el Siglo XXI! Pues… Sobrevivir, ¡no queda otra! ¡La vida puede ser maravillosa! O algo así… Pero el fútbol con fatatas sabe mejor, por supuesto. Y el blues con whisky… Después de espantar a los cortos de fe, no me queda otra más que confesar mi más sincera admiración hacia Andrés Montes. Me gusta el jurgol y me encanta el basket, pero no viene de ahí mi admiración por el Café con leche, no. ¡Qué gran experto musical se ha perdido el mundo! Es una lástima que nunca le haya dado por salvar el alma musical en este país, porque conozco pocas personas capaces de transmitir de una forma tan agradable la magia de la buena música. Lo mejor de los partidos de la NBA con él era el resumen final con una banda sonora cuidadosamente escogida, era lo primero que hacía nada más llegar a la redacción del Plus. Cuantos descubrimientos le debo… Quizá, el mejor, la Matthew's Southern Confort y su deliciosa versión del Woodstock de Joni Mitchell. Rock sureño, Soul, Jazz, Pop con sustancia… Ask Montes por details.

Tuve el placer de comer con él la pasada primavera, antes de que se largase a Alemania a hacer el Mundial. Apenas hablamos de música, por no decir nada, había otros cuantos temas sobre la mesa, y yo temía palidecer y que toda mi conversación fuera 'oh, gracias a ti he conocido a tal y a cual y este otro'. Pero me dio el titular que quería, 'Ya lo dijeron Lennon y McCartney, esto es un largo y tortuoso camino'. El Atlético, la vida…

More Than A Feeling

Felicidades, Tom Scholz. Un enorme y anónimo abrazo en su 60 cumpleaños. Yo tampoco podré olvidar a su compañero y sin embargo amigo Brad Delp. Nadie me ha cantado tus versos como él. ¿Te acuerdas donde estabas en el 97? Acababáis de sacar el disco que os reunía de forma oficial. Yo estaba tirado en la cama. Tres bollitos de crema envenenada de la Repostería Martínez me dejaron tres días K.O., de modo que tuve bastante tiempo libre para perder. Desde entonces, no he vuelto a probar la pastelería envasada, Bonys aparte, sin embargo decidí que esos tipos que cantaban 'More Than A Feelin'' y se llamaban Boston, ¡Boston!, tenían que ser algo grande. ¡Ya lo creo que lo eran! Ahora que recientemente habíais vuelto, más sobreproducidos que nunca, llega el ruin de Brad y nos deja, un 9 de marzo de 2007...
Hey, you can be so unfair, and you know
I will remember
You said you'd always be there
When you go...