Tras mi anterior post, seguí buceando en la red para ver si me enteraba de lo que había sido den Jason Molina en los dos últimos años, durante los cuales no había tenido noticias suyas, cuando es alguien bastante prolífico y que suele hacer giras con mucha regularidad. En esta búsqueda me enteré de que ha estado entrando y saliendo de clínicas de rehabilitación durante los dos últimos años y que parcece que por fin se encuentra algo mejor y espera poder superar este trance en el año 2012. La verdad es que me sentí mal cuando lo leí. Me parece un genio y he disfrutado muchísimo en las ocasiones que he tenido de verle en directo, y siempre que escucho su música.
En fin, por si fuera poco, la familia ha pedido ayuda económica a sus fans porque al carecer de seguro médico se le han ido acumulando facturas médicas.
También se le puede apoyar escribiendo cartas de ánimo a la siguiente dirección:
Jason Molina
P.O. Box 423
Beaver, WV 25813
USA
Espero que se recupere lo antes posible y de la mejor forma y podamos difrutar de nuevo con su música:
SONGS: OHIA - CABWAYLINGO (live)
Jason Molina - Talk to me devil, again (live, 2007, london)
Jason Molina - Hard to love a man (live, 2007, london)
martes, 29 de noviembre de 2011
domingo, 27 de noviembre de 2011
MAGNOLIA ELECTRIC CO
Periódicamente vuelvo a escuchar esos grupos que me fascinan. En uno de esos retornos he encontrado unos vídeos molones de MAGNOLIA ELECTRIC CO, anteriormente conocidos como SONGS: OHIA
MAGNOLIA ELECTRIC CO - LIONESS (TORONTO, 2000)
SONGS: OHIA - TIGRESS (TORONTO, 2000)
SONGS: OHIA - NOBY TRIES THAT HARD ANYMORE (TORONTO, 2000)
SONGS: OHIA - FREEDOM PT.2
MAGNOLIA ELECTRIC CO - LIONESS (TORONTO, 2000)
SONGS: OHIA - TIGRESS (TORONTO, 2000)
SONGS: OHIA - NOBY TRIES THAT HARD ANYMORE (TORONTO, 2000)
SONGS: OHIA - FREEDOM PT.2
martes, 22 de noviembre de 2011
Deadstring Brothers
Esta semana hay múltiples conciertos en Madrid ya que se celebra el Primavera Club, con más de cien conciertos.
Para los que no tengan una economía muy saneada, hay otra alternativa musical de calidad que permite bailar y disfrutare de sonidos 60´s. Se trata del concierto que tendrá lugar en Madrid, en la sala Boite, el próximo 24 de noviembre por 15 euros: DEADSTRING BROTHERS. Un buen plan:
Deadstring brotherss - sao paulo
Para los que no tengan una economía muy saneada, hay otra alternativa musical de calidad que permite bailar y disfrutare de sonidos 60´s. Se trata del concierto que tendrá lugar en Madrid, en la sala Boite, el próximo 24 de noviembre por 15 euros: DEADSTRING BROTHERS. Un buen plan:
Deadstring brotherss - sao paulo
viernes, 18 de noviembre de 2011
TV series
Soy seguidor de numerosas series norteamericanas. Me fascina su calidad, su guión, sus actuaciones y desde luego su música.
Aquí tenemos en directo a Brian Johnston massacre interpretando el tema de cabecera de la serie Boardwalk Empire:
Boardwalk Empire- Brian Johnstone Massacre - Straight Up and Down
El siguiente vídeo corresponde a una actuación en directo de Alabama 3 interpretando "WoKe Up this morning" tema principal de los Sopranos:
THE SOPRANOS - Albama 3 - woke up this morning
Y Para terminar con el genial Tom Waits, y su "way down in the hole" de la 2ª temporada de THE WIRE
THE WIRE - Tom Waits - way down in the hole
Aquí tenemos en directo a Brian Johnston massacre interpretando el tema de cabecera de la serie Boardwalk Empire:
Boardwalk Empire- Brian Johnstone Massacre - Straight Up and Down
El siguiente vídeo corresponde a una actuación en directo de Alabama 3 interpretando "WoKe Up this morning" tema principal de los Sopranos:
THE SOPRANOS - Albama 3 - woke up this morning
Y Para terminar con el genial Tom Waits, y su "way down in the hole" de la 2ª temporada de THE WIRE
THE WIRE - Tom Waits - way down in the hole
jueves, 17 de noviembre de 2011
jeffrey lewis with lyrics
Mis obsesiones musicales son variadas e intensas. Una de ellas es sobre el músico americano Jeffrey Lewis, considerado uno de los mejores letristas actuales.
Intento leer las letras de este genial compositor siempre que puedo porque ello me facilita la comprensión cuando luego escucho los temas del mismo y en directa proporción el placer que obtengo.
Asi que me ha dado por compartir esta obsesión:
Jeffrey Lewis - Williamsburg Will Oldham Horror
Today I went to Major Matt's to remaster my old album
And on the L train in the morning, I was pretty sure I saw Will Oldham,
He was wearin' the same sunglasses he had on stage at the Bowery Ballroom
Had he come to walk among the Williamsburgers of his kingdom
And like the burghers of Calais will a sacrifice be demanded?
To offer up our dreams and beg for mercy empty-handed?
And hapless in our hipness crowded 5 to an appartment
Relegate our dreams to hobbies and deny our disappointment
Cause The Stones in '65 want total satisfaction, kid
But The Stones in '69 see grace in just getting what you need
But if that's a victory then I'd hate to see what I'd look like defeated
Cause I know there are those among us who seem to get their dreams unimpeded
Today I went to Major Matt's to remaster my old album
And on the L train in the morning, i was really sure i saw Will Oldham,
He was wearin' the same sunglasses he had on stage at the Bowery Ballroom
Had he come to walk among the Williamsburgers of his kingdom
And you might say now there's a guy who seems to have their world laid out before him
Or you might say, he's just a rich kid or a fascist or a charlatan
But either way you say it if you look at indie-rock culture you really can't ignore him
Lyrics www.allthelyrics.com/lyrics/jeffrey_lewis/
And even if at first dismissive, after some listens you'll enjoy him
I was thinking this on the L train, intend on bursting my own bubble
How long should an artist struggle before it isn't worth the hassle?
And admit we aren't fit to be the one inside the castle
This quest for greatness or, at least hipness, just a scam
And too much trouble but then what makes on human being worthy of an easy ride
Born to be a natural artist you love or hate but can't deny
While us minions in our millions tumble into history's chasm
We might have a couple of laughs but we're still wastes of protoplasm
Today I was gonna waste some time and money to remaster some dumb old album
And on the L train in the morning, i was really sure I saw Will Oldham,
He was wearin' the same big sunglasses he had on stage at the Bowery Ballroom
Had he come to see the strife here in the gutters of his kingdom?
Where us noble starving artists are striving to feed our ego
Our mothers like our music our our friends come to our shows
And if our friends become successful, we'll consider them our foes
Go home to our 4 roomates after payin' big bucks for rockstars shows
What a nightmare! what a horror! i don't want no part of this
Get me off this crazy ride,
I'm gonna puke, I'm gonna piss! I'd rather kill myself,
I'd rather just relax or not exist
But you say you wanna do an e-mail interview? Oh what the heck, I can't resist!
'Hey, 'ma, guess what today, I did another magazine interview!
Honey, that's great, you're really famous!!' Yeah and I'm 27 too!
I kinda thought I was gonna grow up to do stuff that would benefit humanity
But it's getting harder to tell if this artist's life is even benefitting me
Cause I was gonna waste some time and money today to remaster some dumb old album
And on the L train in the morning, I was totally sure I saw Will Oldham,
He was wearin' the same big sunglasses he had on stage at the bowery ballroom
And since I was feeling in need of answers I just went right up and asked him, I said,
Will Bonnie Prince, Palace or whatever 'What do you think about it?
Is it worth being an artist or an indie-rock star, or are you better off without it?'
Cause I mean maybe the world would be better if we were all just uncreative drones,
No dead child, hood dreams to haunt us, a decent job, a decent home,
And if we have some extra time we could do real things to promote peace,
Become scientists or history teachers or un-corrupt police at least,
'Come on Will, you gotta tell me!!' I grabbed and shook him by the arm,
The L train was leaning Bedford with 10,000 white 20 somethings crowed on
He opened his mouth to speak but it was lost in the rumbling of the wheels
We were thrown together in a corner and I yelled 'Tell me, man, for real!'
You're living comfortably, I assume, even if you're not quite a household name
You've reached a pretty high level of success & critical acclaim
The L train got to first avenue and a bunch of people piled out
I was starring into his sunglasses and I was really freakin' out i was like,
Steamboat Willie Bonnie Prince of all this shit, you're like the king of a certain genre
But even you must want to quit like if you hear a record by Bob Dylan or Neil Young or whatever
You must start thinkin' 'People like me, but i won't be that good ever'
And I'm sure the thing is probably Dylan himself too stayed up some nights
Wishing he was as good as Ginsberg or Camus
And he was like 'Dude, I'm such a faker, I'm just a clown who entertains
and these fools who pay for my crap, they just have pathetic punny brains
and Camus probably wished he was Milton too or whatever, you know what i'm sayin'?!'
So Will, will you be straight with me now that it's just us 2 on this train?
Cause I was gonna spend some time and money today to remaster some dumb old album
And I saw you here on the L train
And I was like 'Hey, is that Will Oldham?' he must at least , have some perspective
Cause it's like, living in this town I get so confused & wound up & up tight
And I just don't know up from down
And then we'd reached the last stop and the subway was deserted
There was a long moment of silence and I let go of his shirt
I started to think that maybe I'd made some kind of big mistake
I tried to walk out onto the platform but by then it was too late
His sunglasses seemed to grow darker and still he hadn't even spoke
He just came right up behind me and put his hand around my throat
And threw me down onto the concrete and kicked my face in with his boot
And dragged me down onto the train tracks and tied my hands back with his coat
And I was slipping out of conciousness as he was slipping down my jeans
And he was punching me and humping me and I slipped off into a dream
So it might have just been a delusion
But I thought I heard him say something like 'Artists are pussies'
Then he climbed back up and ran away
So I lay there in the darkness on the train tracks cold and broken
The hours passed and I thought,
Well... maybe I won't remaster that old album
And then I started thinking maybe it really hadn't been Will Oldham
Even though he did hold my arms and fucked me just like Will sings in 'A sucker's evening'
But whether it was him or not I couldn't forget the words he'd spoken
'Artists are pussies', like we're wusses or we end up getting fucked
And other kinds of folks are dicks, tall, smart and strong
And born to fuck us up I know,
It sounds really sexist and stupid,
It's a terrible analogy but at that moment on the train tracks,
It made a lot of sense to me maybe it's just some kind of natural balance,
Like 2 types of mental gender that's gone on in all societies,
In one form or another like some dicks were born to conquer,
I probably would if I could but if i'm just a pussy, that's okay
Cause in a few months maybe, I'll put out something good.
Jeffrey Lewis - To be Objectified
I left a trail of myself every place that I have been through,
And going bald is the most manly thing that I'm ever gonna do.
I tell the earth, "thanks for the hair, thanks for the skin, thanks for the bone",
Though I now slowly give it back I still appreciate the loan.
Just tell me that you like me in the same sentence as a mountain side.
'Cause it would be such a relief to be objectified.
'Cause who says it's so important to sort through these thoughts of ours.
Maybe be that's why we love to try to see ourselves from the outside
In photographs and videos and diaries and mirrors.
'Cause it would be such a relief to be objectified.
And the closest that I ever got still seems to leave a lot to go,
but the horizon seems to be a place that nobody can know.
Looking forth and looking back, our vision can't extend beyond the quaint vanishing points our bodies' recommend,
and I'll help you move some furniture somewhere it's never been before, but the room's so small the dresser drawer won't let us get back out the door.
Just tell me that you like me in the same sentence as the building.
It would be such a relief to...
I'm just a natural thing.
We're only boats,
And the boats are only empty
And you can't blame an empty boat that's on a river to the sea.
You can't blame a billion boats without a sail, without a sailor.
And that's how we look in photographs, and diaries, and mirrors.
And the plants turn into ants, and the ants turn into plants,
And children are clumsy people, and old people are rotting Children.
And I still don't have a cell phone, but this sea shell gets Reception,
And the ocean won't stop calling, and I want a restraining order.
Just tell me that you like me in the same sentence as a building.
It would be such a relief to see I'm just a natural thing.
We're just a natural thing.
Just like anything.
Jeffrey Lewis - End result
I am a product
I am a symbol of endless hopeless fruitless aimless games
I'm a glossy package on the market shelf
My contents aren't fit for human consumption
I could practically injure your perfect health
My ingredients will seize up your body's functions
I'm the dirt that everyone walks on
I am the orphan that nobody wants
I am the stair that everyone walks on
I am the leper that nobody wants to touch (much)
I am a sample
I am a scapegoat of useless futureless endless mindless ideas
I'm the number on a paper you file away
I'm a portfolio that you stick in the drawer
I'm the fool you try and scare when you say:
"We know all about you of that you can be sure"
Well I don't want your crazy system
I don't want to be on your files
Your temptations I try to resist them
Because I know what hides beneath your smiles
I am a topic
I am a subject for useless futureless endless mindless debates
You think of ways that you can hide me from the naive eyes of your figurehead
But don't you find that it ain't easy?
Wouldn't you love to see me dead?
[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/end-result-lyrics-jeffrey-lewis.html ]
Your answer is to give me treatment for crying out when you give me pain
Leave me with no possible remnant
You poke your knives into my brain
I'm an example
I'm no hero of the great intelligent magnificent human race
I'm part of the race that could all spare possesions
Part of the race that's wiping itself out
I'm part of the race that's got crazy obsessions
Like locking people up not letting them out
I hate the living dead and their working factories
They go like sheep to their production lines
They live on illusions; don't face the realities
All they live for is that big blue sign that says:
"Ford"
I'm bored, bored, bored
I am a product
I am a symbol of endless hopeless fruitless aimless games
I am a sample
I am a scapegoat of useless futureless endless mindless ideas
I am a topic
I am a subject for useless futureless endless mindless debates
I'm an example
I'm no hero of the great intelligent magnificent human race
(The great intelligent magnificent human race)
The great intelligent magnificent human race
Intento leer las letras de este genial compositor siempre que puedo porque ello me facilita la comprensión cuando luego escucho los temas del mismo y en directa proporción el placer que obtengo.
Asi que me ha dado por compartir esta obsesión:
Jeffrey Lewis - Williamsburg Will Oldham Horror
Today I went to Major Matt's to remaster my old album
And on the L train in the morning, I was pretty sure I saw Will Oldham,
He was wearin' the same sunglasses he had on stage at the Bowery Ballroom
Had he come to walk among the Williamsburgers of his kingdom
And like the burghers of Calais will a sacrifice be demanded?
To offer up our dreams and beg for mercy empty-handed?
And hapless in our hipness crowded 5 to an appartment
Relegate our dreams to hobbies and deny our disappointment
Cause The Stones in '65 want total satisfaction, kid
But The Stones in '69 see grace in just getting what you need
But if that's a victory then I'd hate to see what I'd look like defeated
Cause I know there are those among us who seem to get their dreams unimpeded
Today I went to Major Matt's to remaster my old album
And on the L train in the morning, i was really sure i saw Will Oldham,
He was wearin' the same sunglasses he had on stage at the Bowery Ballroom
Had he come to walk among the Williamsburgers of his kingdom
And you might say now there's a guy who seems to have their world laid out before him
Or you might say, he's just a rich kid or a fascist or a charlatan
But either way you say it if you look at indie-rock culture you really can't ignore him
Lyrics www.allthelyrics.com/lyrics/jeffrey_lewis/
And even if at first dismissive, after some listens you'll enjoy him
I was thinking this on the L train, intend on bursting my own bubble
How long should an artist struggle before it isn't worth the hassle?
And admit we aren't fit to be the one inside the castle
This quest for greatness or, at least hipness, just a scam
And too much trouble but then what makes on human being worthy of an easy ride
Born to be a natural artist you love or hate but can't deny
While us minions in our millions tumble into history's chasm
We might have a couple of laughs but we're still wastes of protoplasm
Today I was gonna waste some time and money to remaster some dumb old album
And on the L train in the morning, i was really sure I saw Will Oldham,
He was wearin' the same big sunglasses he had on stage at the Bowery Ballroom
Had he come to see the strife here in the gutters of his kingdom?
Where us noble starving artists are striving to feed our ego
Our mothers like our music our our friends come to our shows
And if our friends become successful, we'll consider them our foes
Go home to our 4 roomates after payin' big bucks for rockstars shows
What a nightmare! what a horror! i don't want no part of this
Get me off this crazy ride,
I'm gonna puke, I'm gonna piss! I'd rather kill myself,
I'd rather just relax or not exist
But you say you wanna do an e-mail interview? Oh what the heck, I can't resist!
'Hey, 'ma, guess what today, I did another magazine interview!
Honey, that's great, you're really famous!!' Yeah and I'm 27 too!
I kinda thought I was gonna grow up to do stuff that would benefit humanity
But it's getting harder to tell if this artist's life is even benefitting me
Cause I was gonna waste some time and money today to remaster some dumb old album
And on the L train in the morning, I was totally sure I saw Will Oldham,
He was wearin' the same big sunglasses he had on stage at the bowery ballroom
And since I was feeling in need of answers I just went right up and asked him, I said,
Will Bonnie Prince, Palace or whatever 'What do you think about it?
Is it worth being an artist or an indie-rock star, or are you better off without it?'
Cause I mean maybe the world would be better if we were all just uncreative drones,
No dead child, hood dreams to haunt us, a decent job, a decent home,
And if we have some extra time we could do real things to promote peace,
Become scientists or history teachers or un-corrupt police at least,
'Come on Will, you gotta tell me!!' I grabbed and shook him by the arm,
The L train was leaning Bedford with 10,000 white 20 somethings crowed on
He opened his mouth to speak but it was lost in the rumbling of the wheels
We were thrown together in a corner and I yelled 'Tell me, man, for real!'
You're living comfortably, I assume, even if you're not quite a household name
You've reached a pretty high level of success & critical acclaim
The L train got to first avenue and a bunch of people piled out
I was starring into his sunglasses and I was really freakin' out i was like,
Steamboat Willie Bonnie Prince of all this shit, you're like the king of a certain genre
But even you must want to quit like if you hear a record by Bob Dylan or Neil Young or whatever
You must start thinkin' 'People like me, but i won't be that good ever'
And I'm sure the thing is probably Dylan himself too stayed up some nights
Wishing he was as good as Ginsberg or Camus
And he was like 'Dude, I'm such a faker, I'm just a clown who entertains
and these fools who pay for my crap, they just have pathetic punny brains
and Camus probably wished he was Milton too or whatever, you know what i'm sayin'?!'
So Will, will you be straight with me now that it's just us 2 on this train?
Cause I was gonna spend some time and money today to remaster some dumb old album
And I saw you here on the L train
And I was like 'Hey, is that Will Oldham?' he must at least , have some perspective
Cause it's like, living in this town I get so confused & wound up & up tight
And I just don't know up from down
And then we'd reached the last stop and the subway was deserted
There was a long moment of silence and I let go of his shirt
I started to think that maybe I'd made some kind of big mistake
I tried to walk out onto the platform but by then it was too late
His sunglasses seemed to grow darker and still he hadn't even spoke
He just came right up behind me and put his hand around my throat
And threw me down onto the concrete and kicked my face in with his boot
And dragged me down onto the train tracks and tied my hands back with his coat
And I was slipping out of conciousness as he was slipping down my jeans
And he was punching me and humping me and I slipped off into a dream
So it might have just been a delusion
But I thought I heard him say something like 'Artists are pussies'
Then he climbed back up and ran away
So I lay there in the darkness on the train tracks cold and broken
The hours passed and I thought,
Well... maybe I won't remaster that old album
And then I started thinking maybe it really hadn't been Will Oldham
Even though he did hold my arms and fucked me just like Will sings in 'A sucker's evening'
But whether it was him or not I couldn't forget the words he'd spoken
'Artists are pussies', like we're wusses or we end up getting fucked
And other kinds of folks are dicks, tall, smart and strong
And born to fuck us up I know,
It sounds really sexist and stupid,
It's a terrible analogy but at that moment on the train tracks,
It made a lot of sense to me maybe it's just some kind of natural balance,
Like 2 types of mental gender that's gone on in all societies,
In one form or another like some dicks were born to conquer,
I probably would if I could but if i'm just a pussy, that's okay
Cause in a few months maybe, I'll put out something good.
Jeffrey Lewis - To be Objectified
I left a trail of myself every place that I have been through,
And going bald is the most manly thing that I'm ever gonna do.
I tell the earth, "thanks for the hair, thanks for the skin, thanks for the bone",
Though I now slowly give it back I still appreciate the loan.
Just tell me that you like me in the same sentence as a mountain side.
'Cause it would be such a relief to be objectified.
'Cause who says it's so important to sort through these thoughts of ours.
Maybe be that's why we love to try to see ourselves from the outside
In photographs and videos and diaries and mirrors.
'Cause it would be such a relief to be objectified.
And the closest that I ever got still seems to leave a lot to go,
but the horizon seems to be a place that nobody can know.
Looking forth and looking back, our vision can't extend beyond the quaint vanishing points our bodies' recommend,
and I'll help you move some furniture somewhere it's never been before, but the room's so small the dresser drawer won't let us get back out the door.
Just tell me that you like me in the same sentence as the building.
It would be such a relief to...
I'm just a natural thing.
We're only boats,
And the boats are only empty
And you can't blame an empty boat that's on a river to the sea.
You can't blame a billion boats without a sail, without a sailor.
And that's how we look in photographs, and diaries, and mirrors.
And the plants turn into ants, and the ants turn into plants,
And children are clumsy people, and old people are rotting Children.
And I still don't have a cell phone, but this sea shell gets Reception,
And the ocean won't stop calling, and I want a restraining order.
Just tell me that you like me in the same sentence as a building.
It would be such a relief to see I'm just a natural thing.
We're just a natural thing.
Just like anything.
Jeffrey Lewis - End result
I am a product
I am a symbol of endless hopeless fruitless aimless games
I'm a glossy package on the market shelf
My contents aren't fit for human consumption
I could practically injure your perfect health
My ingredients will seize up your body's functions
I'm the dirt that everyone walks on
I am the orphan that nobody wants
I am the stair that everyone walks on
I am the leper that nobody wants to touch (much)
I am a sample
I am a scapegoat of useless futureless endless mindless ideas
I'm the number on a paper you file away
I'm a portfolio that you stick in the drawer
I'm the fool you try and scare when you say:
"We know all about you of that you can be sure"
Well I don't want your crazy system
I don't want to be on your files
Your temptations I try to resist them
Because I know what hides beneath your smiles
I am a topic
I am a subject for useless futureless endless mindless debates
You think of ways that you can hide me from the naive eyes of your figurehead
But don't you find that it ain't easy?
Wouldn't you love to see me dead?
[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/end-result-lyrics-jeffrey-lewis.html ]
Your answer is to give me treatment for crying out when you give me pain
Leave me with no possible remnant
You poke your knives into my brain
I'm an example
I'm no hero of the great intelligent magnificent human race
I'm part of the race that could all spare possesions
Part of the race that's wiping itself out
I'm part of the race that's got crazy obsessions
Like locking people up not letting them out
I hate the living dead and their working factories
They go like sheep to their production lines
They live on illusions; don't face the realities
All they live for is that big blue sign that says:
"Ford"
I'm bored, bored, bored
I am a product
I am a symbol of endless hopeless fruitless aimless games
I am a sample
I am a scapegoat of useless futureless endless mindless ideas
I am a topic
I am a subject for useless futureless endless mindless debates
I'm an example
I'm no hero of the great intelligent magnificent human race
(The great intelligent magnificent human race)
The great intelligent magnificent human race
Alexander
DE NUEVO INCLUYO UN POST PROVENIENTE DIRECTAMENTE DE UNOS DE MIS PRINCIPALES PRESCRIPTORES MUSICALES: ALBERTO GRANDE, QUE TIENE UN GRAN BLOG AL QUE YA HE HECHO REFERENCIA DESDE ESTE BLOG, Y DEL QUE OS ACOMPAÑO UN LINK y la recomendación de que no dejéis de visitarlo:
http://albertogrande.tumblr.com/
Lo mejor, es que el tema recomendado me tenía un poco obsesionado, sin saber, de quien era por haber aparecido en la serie BREAKING BAD, al final del primer capítulo de la cuarta temporada. Por lo que cuando lo identifique tuve una gran satisfacción.
Alexander Ebert - Truth
Esta actuación como las siguientes corresponden al Festival AUSTIN CITY LIMITS
Alexander - Awake my Body
Alexander - Let´s win
http://albertogrande.tumblr.com/
Lo mejor, es que el tema recomendado me tenía un poco obsesionado, sin saber, de quien era por haber aparecido en la serie BREAKING BAD, al final del primer capítulo de la cuarta temporada. Por lo que cuando lo identifique tuve una gran satisfacción.
Alexander Ebert - Truth
Esta actuación como las siguientes corresponden al Festival AUSTIN CITY LIMITS
Alexander - Awake my Body
Alexander - Let´s win
DIABLO ROJO
Esta noche tocan en Madrid en el Teatro Circo Price Rodrigo y Gabriela por unos 23-€.
La verdad es que siempre he tenido ganas de verlos en directo, sobretodo por la calidad de los mismos.
Me parece un planazo: aunque la verdad no sé si podré ir.
Rodrigo y Gabriela - Diablo Rojo
La verdad es que siempre he tenido ganas de verlos en directo, sobretodo por la calidad de los mismos.
Me parece un planazo: aunque la verdad no sé si podré ir.
Rodrigo y Gabriela - Diablo Rojo
WORLD NEWS
He encontrado dos nuevos videos de LOCAL NATIVES correspondientes a su último trabajo GORILLA MINOR (2010)con el que llevan de gira desde finales del 2010. Al parecer se han ido al estudio de grabación para preparar su segundo trabajo que verá la luz en el 2012.
En estos tiempos con noticias mundiales tan descorazonadoras para todos, a veces sienta bien escuchar música positiva.
LOCAL NATIVES - WORLD NEWS
LOCAL NATIVES - WIDE EYES
En estos tiempos con noticias mundiales tan descorazonadoras para todos, a veces sienta bien escuchar música positiva.
LOCAL NATIVES - WORLD NEWS
LOCAL NATIVES - WIDE EYES
lunes, 7 de noviembre de 2011
And So I Watch You From Afar
La recomendación de actuación musical en Madrid para este mes de noviembre no dejara a naie indiferente. Se trata de la banda instrumental de Belfast que se llama AND SO I WATCH YOU FROM AFAR, y que tendremos la oportunidad de verles tocar en directo en la sala MOBY DICK el próximo 30 de noviembre por el módico precio de 15 euros.
Creo que se salen.
ASIWYFA - Set guitars to kill
Creo que se salen.
ASIWYFA - Set guitars to kill
Grace
Bueno, mi hermano me ha enviado un link con otra grabación de un video en directo de clem snide de su pasada gira por nuestro país, donde eef barzelay se toca el tema "Grace" en acústico en un barco por el Ebro en Zaragoza.
Clem Snide - Grace
Clem Snide - Grace
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