G

Una cosa es una cosa.

Y otra cosa es otra cosa.

Listener supported: Nassau (Hombres G), Sueltate el pelo (Hombres G)

 

Where’s Waldo?

A ver, identifiquen gente ahí. Hay unos putamente fáciles (Zappa, Stripes, Bowie, Beck), pero hay otros que uno no se cree. A ver como nos va.

Listener supported: Window in the skies (U2)

 

Satin, tat, coat and hat (Xträas)

– para Drexler: No hagas covers de bandas mejores que la tuya. Eres Jorge Drexler. Convertir a Radiohead en un placebo sabinosilvesco no es bonito.
– La schwarzfrau (aka mi iPod) está rebonita.
– Orishas, Bloc Party, Dave Matthews Band.
– ¿Quién iba a pensar que terminaría escuchando Nine Inch?
– Messenger Chronicles:
( )||Wish you were here/La niña de puerta oscura dice:
amén!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tres Cosas dice:
no, no… ameM
Tres Cosas dice:
Cual vallecaucano sexy
– No, no es lo que nadie cree. Para nada.
– Ya te pasó una vez, son dos si no lo ves.

Listener supported: Banquet (Bloc Party), Banquet (Bloc Party), El kilo (Orishas)

 

Dudo que haya una escena que me haya quedado en l…

Dudo que haya una escena que me haya quedado en la cabeza por más tiempo que esta. Y en el honor de todos ustedes, esta letra:

I’m up on the eleventh floor
And I’m watching the cruisers below
He’s down on the street
And he’s trying hard
to pull sister Flo
My heart’s in the basement
My weekend’s at an all time low

‘Cause she’s hoping to score
So I can’t see her
letting him go
Walk out of her heart
Walk out of her mind

She’s so swishy in her satin and tat
In her frock coat
and bipperty-bopperty hat
Oh God, I could do better than that

She’s an old-time ambassador
Of sweet talking, night walking games
And she’s known in the darkest clubs
For pushing ahead of the dames
If she says she can do it
Then she can do it,
she don’t make false claims
But she’s a Queen,
and such are queens
That your laughter
is sucked in their brains
Now she’s leading him on
And she’ll lay him right down
But it could have been me
Yes, it could have been me
Why didn’t I say,
why didn’t I say, no, no, no

She’s so swishy in her satin and tat
In her frock coat
and bipperty-bopperty hat
Oh God, I could do better than that

So I lay down a while
And I gaze at my hotel wall
Oh the cot is so cold
It don’t feel like no bed at all
Yeah I lay down a while
And I gaze at my hotel wall
But he’s down on the street
So I throw both his bags down the hall
And I’m phoning a cab
‘Cause my stomach feels small
There’s a taste in my mouth
And it’s no taste at all

It could have been me
Oh yeah, it could have been me
Why didn’t I say,
Why didn’t I say, no, no, no

She’s so swishy in her satin and tat
In her frock coat
and bipperty-bopperty hat
Oh God, I could do better than that
(David Bowie, Queen Bitch)

Listener supported: En mi cabeza, Queen bitch (David Bowie)

 

Concerto & Suture

Con la siempre válida compañía de Sebilio, fui a ver a Los Telebolitos en Eje (bar perfecto para mimercé y el Pande, la madre). Sólo puedo decir que es una señora banda con un muy buen estilo en vivo, una puesta en escena genial, una vocalista DI-VI-NA.

Lo mejor del cuento es que me sirvió para olvidarme de la sutura que me respira. Y del sonidito permanente de esa canción de David Bowie que puedo adorar en mi cabeza.

Tengo que escucharlos mucho más. Por ahora, encontraron otro groupie. Y yo encontré otra banda para seguir de acá (sin contar a Sidestepper).

Listener supported: Nuestro lugar común (Los Telebolitos) cruzado con un capítulo de Los padrinos mágicos y Seb tocando la canción de Los Telebolitos en la melódica

 

Slipping away

Open to everything happy and sad
Seeing the good when it’s all going bad
Seeing the sun when I can’t really see
Hoping the sun will at least look at me

Focus on everything better today
All that I need and I never could say
Hold on people that slipping away
Hold on to this while it’s slipping away
Moby, Slipping away

When

all

things

must

pass

and

all

the

myth

slides

away.

Todo lo que puedes hacer, mi querido amigo, es escribir y pensar en muchas cosas que, sólo tal vez, se darán.

Mientras tanto, siempre el limón será parte del sabor de tu boca seca.

Listener supported: Ruido.

 

Never knew…

A man conceived a moment’s answers to the dream.
Staying the flowers daily, sensing all the themes.
As a foundation left to create the spiral aim,
A movement regained and regarded both the same,
All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you.
Changed only for a sight of sound, the space agreed.
Between the picture of time behind the face of need,
Coming quickly to terms of all expression laid,
Emotion revealed as the ocean maid,
All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you.
Oh.

Coins and crosses
Turn round tailor, assaulting
Never know their fruitless worth;

all the mornings of the interest shown,
presenting one another to the cord,

Cords are broken,
All left dying, rediscovered
Of the door that turned round,
Locked inside the mother earth.

To close the cover, all the
interest shown,
They won’t hide, hold, they won’t tell you,
To turn one another, to the
sign at the time float your climb.
Watching the world, watching all of the world,
Watching us go by.

And you and I climb over the sea to the valley,
And you and I reached out for reasons to call.

Coming quickly to terms of all expression laid,
Emotion revealed as the ocean maid,
As a movement regained and regarded both the same,
All complete in the side of seeds of life with you.

Sad preacher nailed upon the coloured door of time;
Insane teacher be there reminded of the rhyme.
There’ll be no mutant enemy we shall certify;
Political ends, as sad remains, will die.
Reach out as forward tastes begin to enter you.
Ooh, ooh.

I listened hard but could not see
Life tempo change out and inside me.
The preacher trained in all to lose his name;
The teacher travels, asking to be shown the same.
In the end, we’ll agree, we’ll accept, we’ll immortalize
That the truth of the man maturing in his eyes,
All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you.

Coming quickly to terms of all expression laid,
As a moment regained and regarded both the same,
Emotion revealed as the ocean maid,
A clearer future, morning, evening, nights with you.

And you and I climb, crossing the shapes of the morning.
And you and I reach over the sun for the river.
And you and I climb, clearer, towards the movement.
And you and I called over valleys of endless seas.
(Yes, «And You And I»)

Creo que en este momento, al sentir que cada vez más todo es un mundo comprimido, esta se convierte en una banda sonora permanente.

XTRÄAS:
– Mañana Dalai Lama.
– I just don’t know what to do with myself.

Listener supported: And you and I (Yes), And you and I (Yes)

 

JK

Duré tres días pensando en qué iba a decir sobre el concierto de Jamiroquai. Pude haber dicho que la persona que estaba a mi lado se empelotó al frente de JK y JK le sonrío (su camiseta decía «Cosmic Boy» cuando sonaba Cosmic Girl). Pude echar la madre a la inmunda logística del lugar (incluyendo perlas de 911 como el «Tranquilos que todos van a entrar» cuando se comenzó a colar la gente en el segundo filtro o el estado de ebriedad de los de naranja), o mencionar la lluvia de ropa interior que le cayó a JK durante el concierto. Contarles de la malparida DJ que demoró el concierto como dos horas (¿no era puntual?), o del concierto que se fajó Sidestepper (llevo tres toques de ellos y cada vez mejoran más), acaso decirles del camping de la gente durante la mañana del jueves y de la tardía llegada al Carulla de la 140 por algo de tomar. O de las pocas canciones que le faltaron (Feels just like it should, High times, Supersonic).

Pero no se puede. Describir algo tan hermoso, fuerte, casi perfecto, lo siento mucho pero todavía no se puede. Sólo le digo a la persona que no pudo ir que se perdió del mejor concierto que ha habido en Colombia en muchísimo tiempo, compartir con todos aquellos que estuvieron la alegría tan hijueputa que se tuvo, y esbozarles la emoción tan brava que me da pensar en Corner of the earth, Canned heat, Black capricorn day, Deeper underground… lo dicho, el mejor concierto de mi vida. Speechless.

Listener supported: Deeper underground (Jamiroquai), Deeper underground (Jamiroquai), Deeper underground (Jamiroquai)

 

Björk meets Colombian leftists

He believes in beauty
He’s Venus as a boy

Me pregunto, ¿qué pensaría Venus al ver el video de Björk? (sobre todo los dos huevos)

Listener supported: Nada

 

Exile on Main St.

I
El estudio siempre ha sido mi refugio contra todo. Imagínelo como un refugio contra la guerra nuclear. Tengo un computador, tengo una ventana para fumar, tengo luz tenue. Pero hoy he sido sacado de mi espacio. Justamente, pero he sido sacado. Me deportaron de mi espacio. Y lo necesito. El estudio es mi lugar. Mi refugio, mi templo.

Todo cambiará pronto, y seré mucho más feliz. Pero, a Dios gracias, estoy tranquilo.

II
See me in the morning light
A photograph of pure delight
Yeah but I left too soon
I don’t see you girl
There were some good times we had
And there were some that weren’t so bad
Oh just feel it now lets feel it now

Yoh yo I remember what we used to do
Blink up and dream a living with the notion to
I’ll give you the sun, the stars and the blue sky too
So come on a leasing wanna pleasing you
Remember when we used to link up with the crew
Suze and Suzette and Tanya too
You’re the one on me side, when me ask you to
it’s just a party now,
Yo, I believe in you, I ain’t leaving you

Ooh come on let’s get down tonight
Come on let’s get down tonight
Join the carnival of love ooh
Well you sing it now, take it now
Join the carnival of love

Come on join in the carnival of love yeah

I watch the laughter in your eyes
I see the wrinkles change in size
Yeah, time has left you now
Lovers may have tried to be
everything that’s strange in me
oh much deeper now, much deeper now

Much deeper,
Yo, I used to love it when we used to play
It used to be like a weekend everyday
Three times at night when I came everyway
Body to body make you scream and say
Physically dance
You’re not easy, take it easy
For again we are love, at one with the pope
And you stay on my mind,
So lets go to the party girl
That we leave behind

Ooh come on let’s get down tonight
Come on let’s get down tonight
Join the carnival of love ooh
Well you sing now, take it now
Join the carnival of love
Come on join in the carnival of love, yeah
Ooh come on let’s get down tonight
Come on let’s get down tonight
Join the carnival of love ooh
Well you sing it now, take it now
Join the carnival of love
I believe in you, I ain’t leaving you, yo yo

Push it now, push it now
I believe in you
Stop me now
Push it now, push it now
I believe in you
Stop me now
Push it now, push it now
I believe in you
Stop me now
Push it now, push it now
I believe in you, I ain’t leaving you

h come on let’s get down tonight
Come on let’s get down tonight
Join the carnival of love ooh
Well you sing it now, take it now
Join the carnival of love
Oh come on let’s get down tonight
Come on let’s get down tonight
Join the carnival of love ooh
Well you sing it now, take it now
Join the carnival of love

I believe in you, I ain’t leaving you
Yoh I remember what we used to do
Blink up and dream a living, with the notion to
I’ll give you the sun, the stars and the blue sky too
So come on a leasing wanna pleasing you
(Texas & Kardinal Offishall, Carnival Girl)

El mejor RedBull espiritual en mucho tiempo.

III
Durante casi tres años he sido renuente a hablar de mi familia en mis blogs. Pero en este momento de mi vida, creo más que necesario dar gracias en público a la mujer que me ha hecho lo que soy, en todo sentido. Desde el humor sarcástico hasta el estado de ánimo. Gracias por darme todo madre. Without you I’m nothing. Now it’s time to raise the sight and let the world know who are you, with all the forces of this universe, with all the happiness going inside your skin, releasing all that beauty you have. Believe me, there’s still a lot of path to walk. And I will be more than pleased to walk it by your side.

Listener supported: Nada. No puedo escuchar nada.