Mensaje desde el 2020 al pasado lejano (2008)

 Sí, es la mejor idea que has tenido.

No, pero ya es demasiado tarde.

Recuerda esta palabra: corona vi...

El horror de googlear Blogger y encontrar que todavía puedo postear aquí. Mensaje desde el año 2038: paga los servicios del tiempo. Rechaza toda conspiración transtemporal. Las universidades extranjeras no son el tanque de la espera. El dos mil cinco ya fue diecisiete.

february ninth

a shot still an echo
saw your father die
february ninth
no promise for resurrection
an idea falls an idea falls

Im

Now falling into immersional time
Now taking my chances
in the charm offensive

coke and candy

promises not true
i told her
the only thing we'll need
is coke and candy

The Squid

When I heard about the squid, I had my Rorschach moment.

sfs

Tell me
are you being saved
away from the darkness
and into the fire

The meeting of the light

You were my friend
when i was down then up again
you were my blood
when even light made sure i would be gone
now i've got you
now i am you
inside my face

walking dead blind

I walked up north
not for a moment i thought
i would have to switch
off
all of my might
went into forgetting the dream i had
we were hiding so close
waiting for the ships to go
a movie was made
a sinking surprise
while you were just a passenger inside your head
i held a hand
i was a hand
walking dead blind
into the limits of sound

in lost parks
in the bright ideal sun
in lost parks
in the bright ideal sun

The Music Tapes - Minister of Longitude

This won't matter anymore
don't make me float
don't leave me hanging there
what is the price i must pay
what are the words
i can never say
This won't matter anymore
there is no difference to be found yet
Trapped by the prose
But it has no meaning no meaning
no meaning at all
My dreamgirl just
put me to sleep
The happiest things you've known
will kill you in the end

for all i know

for all i know
and all i care
they might as well
be dead

i just sit
and bang
my head

and others
still live
under the wave

there's a man
who fell
out of a window
and into the sea
i could listen to him
reciting
a shopping list

i also believe
in the escalator
over the hill

The Right - Wing Nut

En el sueño me desmayaba al toser. Regresando en mí, en un autobús, mirando el paisaje de la Zona Prometida. Cierto sol crepúscular. Sintiéndome perseguido por trabajos sin entregar, llegué al Consultorio, paredes moradas y flores noventeras. Ahí había un refugio acondicionado como biblioteca, siempre pude confiar en Edgar Allan Poe.

Traverse, Recollect, Pinpoint

Traverse, Recollect, Pinpoint:
A video game existence.

On the Front
He Represents;
I accuse
Like an apparition.

Where is Michel Gondry
In my time of Need?

The best record ever?

Escuchando la jazz opera Escalator Over The Hill, de Carla Bley y Paul Haines!

Un nuevo favorito

Ahora escucho a News from Babel: Letters home. Del 86, con ex integrantes de Henry Cow, y Robert Wyatt como vocalista en varias canciones. Great!

Control

La hubiera visto aunque se tratara de cualquier otra cosa.

Un sueño en blanco y negro

Como era de esperarse, soñé con una gira. Estábamos en un país europeo, aguardando una rifa. Luego buscamos infructuosamente una central de autobuses, pero incluso el idioma había sido perdido, y tuve que mandar una copia mía Monterrey para que buscara la info en Internet. Castillos y comunas.

A

Pues sí, de que grabando con Anhel y unos teclados bien fílmicos, unos balazos en el estacionamiento subterráneo, unos sonidos espaciales. Unas caguamas, la llegada del Sr Vanilla, Mano Negra, Ozzy Osbourne. El proyecto todavía no tiene nombre, pero ya estoy acomodando las rolas en el disco y toda la cosa, jaja. Bien chido.

Ya tarde

Hay una variedad de la cooperación que lo hace a uno permanecer fuera de hora, participar en la captura, revisar signos vitales, increpar al enemigo, convertirlo en mercancía mientras llega la hora de la mañana.

Una serie de quintas

En el primero unos conocidos me invitaban a un sector de la ciudad, una serie de quintas construidas a finales de los setentas con una altura e inclinación especial, que las hacen muy frecuentadas por los Ovnis y sus tripulantes. Hago un par de visitas, en la última veo caricaturas y duermo en un colchón ubicado en las escaleras. He logrado mudarme con sólo un cambio de ropa y una gastada colcha roja. Nunca logro ver un Ovni. Cuando siento que mi estancia se ha prolongado demasiado me trato de despedir de la anfitriona. Ella me rechaza, veo los rostros de enojo en los demás, desde hace mucho yo soy el extraño.

En el segundo me dicen que acabo de eliminar al dictador. Eso me hace creer que seré tratado como un héroe, pero veo los rostros de asco en los demás, desde hace mucho yo soy el monstruo.

Deberíamos hacer

un teatro guiñol.
Un asalto, el escape, un descuido.

No Country For Old Men

Un hombre que cree ser la encarnación del destino jamás debería ver a través de su espejo retrovisor.

Grow Old Along With Me

Soñé con la premier de una secuela de Yellow Submarine. Virgencita pop. Había que viajar a Saltillo y permanecer en una casa embrujada. Galletas en el horno. Una ambulancia como transporte. Un bulldog poseído por el demonio. Un soundtrack en cassette, con las mismas versiones alternas de The Beatles Anthology. Recuerdo el frío, recuerdo una colección de fotos, jóvenes señoras en abrigos blancos.

Todo el tiempo

Canturreando, y ahora cené y me duele la panza :)

La estratósfera

Pues ahora la misión fue caminar desde mi casa al Tec y más allá. En el camino, caer en cuenta de que no ha señales que me indiquen que estamos en el año 2008, a excepción del anuncio de alguna virgencita anime. Eso no hace más que acrecentar el coraje ante los ladrones y asesinos que nos gobiernan, dicho sea sin distinción de partidos. Un país donde la esperanza era una ratota expriísta que se publicitó como redentor del pueblo, jojojo. Sigo caminando por Venustiano Carranza hasta llegar a Constitución y cruzo el Río. La tentación de seguir por el Tunel de la Loma Larga es grande. Pero recuerdo la misión y la promesa y doy vuelta a la izquierda, siempre a la izquierda, aunque casi no hay banquetas. Me adentro en la colonia y topo viejos talleres, cantinas, negocios de cerrajería donde igualmente el tiempo parece haberse detenido. Pero cuando eso involucra una cerveza fría no veo ningún problema. Deberíamos dedicarnos a lo artesanal, quizás lo hacemos.

Veo mis jeans azules y la playera color crema, una silueta que me acompaña, y no dejo de pensar en la chica de 27. Entonces llega un mensaje. Hey, la telepatía puede ponerse de moda.

Paso cerca del Canal 12 y de aquella iglesia donde alguna vez escuché a un sacerdote sermoneando barrabasadas incluso ajenas a la doctrina católica y llego a Garza Sada. Compro un poco de agua con burbujas.

Estoy cerca del rumbo que alguna vez llamé el fin del mundo. Lo rodeo, lo nombro, cierro los ojos, veo el departamento en cuya azotea alguna vez me guarecí junto a Mara y Niv, la loma y las casas parecen curvarse para llegar al cielo, doy otro par de vueltas ya cansado y sin pensamientos, y me dejo caer de regreso.

La caída desde la estratósfera. Y quien guía ahora es la misma línea de las calles, no hay otra voz que el tráfico y encuentro de nuevo el río, las canchas, el puente donde alguna vez nos agarró un policía, los Condominios Prostitución, de ahí bajar a Juan Ignacio, tomar Washington, pasar por el ex cuartel Mandarina, de nuevo Venustiano, sigo recogiendo botellas del piso.

Tomo dos de ellas y hago música colombiana. Chic chic chiqui chic chic chiqui chic, y tengo sed. Mi boca está abierta, y soy un monstruo vagando sin sentido, postales del camino en mis ojos. Las calles se hacen tan largas y mis pasos son lentos. Nada tan económico como un flashback.

Llego a casa, el recorrido ha durado cerca de cuatro horas. Doy gracias, doy gracias. ¿Y ahora? A ver No Country For Old Men.

There Will Be Muppets

Acabo de caer en cuenta de que... el personaje del predicador farsante de There Will Be Blood (El Petróleo es Malo) está inspirado en Aimee Semple McPherson, la célebre predicadora de los años veintes, la cual yo conocía (en el sentido bíblico) a través de la biografía de Anthony Quinn, que leí en mi infancia católica, y que me impresionó profundamente. Siglos después, me sentí identificado con ese pequeño estafador entremetiendose con fuerzas mayores y fuera de su alcance. Así que el boomerang regresa al lugar de inicio, y decido salir a la calle.

I can hear it

I can hear it - nobody. My greatest gift, the day I'm proud of, a shining moment, the link, the link.

Aw

Aww c'mon I've seen it so many times.

I am

I'm looking at it, I am.

No

Y ni siquiera es eso, el punto ni siquiera es ese. Tan fácil caer en la elegancia; hay poderes que todavía dormitan, es tan difícil caer en cuenta de eso?

Escuchando a...

Van der Graaf Generator. Canción: A plague of lighthouses, del Pawn Hearts (1971).

Aww

Aww come the fuck ON!

the sequel

i want the sequel
when i woke up
i had become
a twenty - seven year old
girl

i want the sequel
to become
i want the sequel
to become

Cat Power - Song To Bobby

Los Llamarada en pag noruega

"LOS LLAMARADA : The Exploding Now LP S-S Kr. 130

Sensasjonelt bra kvartett fra Monterrey I Texas, tenåringer med jente på topp, vokal, gitarer, piano og trommer. Har blitt sammenligna med Garms, Prats og Camps, men de har et mye større spekter, både forfina saker som kan minne om en ekstremt ung Parti Smith og rå deler som Lydia Lunch fikk til da hun fronta Beirut Jump eller Teenage Jesus. Sjekk dem ut på YouTube og opplev hvordan håret reiser seg over hele kroppen. Kandidat til årets debut!"

http://aitel.hist.no/~torem/popop/nyhet.htm

Just the third time

for the third time
a stranger in tears
my aunt's mother
she married a man
eighteen years old
we all said he had to lie
gray hair in his temples
a christian by design
an unknown store
a taxi fleet
they hired a detective
he was my twin

my aunt's mother
she couldn't decide
stayed in her chair
had to face the world upside down
the doctor said her eyes
the doctors said they would never memorize
she just signed all
and the man got her house
i was kicked out the first day
on the second i was happy and awake

i wash my hands
i like to wash
i like

i dreamed of the taxis
i needed a plan
hunting across the backyard
a substitute for a farm
dreaming of water
dreaming of hands
wanting new ones
or a convincing alibi

i wash my hands
i like to wash
i like

and the third finally fell
a body i couldn't feel
she disappeared on a thursday evening
by sunday i moved in there
i waved goodbye to my parents
i send them presents time and again

Lejos

Ahora el sueño fue de estar saliendo de un trabajo nocturno, caminar junto a un centro comercial en ruinas y buscar el camión adecuado. Al ser imposible, recorrer un complejo vial en la madrugada, caminando sobre jorobas e internándome en pasos a desnivel, sólo para encontrar un boleto perdido.

To be the eyes and the ears

this is your servant
calling from silence
silence talking to silence
i've seen you in the wide open spaces
i have seen you in the smallest chaos of daily routine
always outside the mirror
always waiting outside

another
big
come
down

i have a message
i'm still here
i know there is no mission
but to start again
to be the eyes and the ears
i'm still there
i keep the connection

another
big
come
down

your servant
your day - never forgotten
the end of all faith
the closing of the highways
the sinking of the night
and we'll step outside
yelling stop stop
and the river will go on

another
big
come down

and i wont wait longer
and i desire the end
my idea of freedom
my favorite friend
this is your servant
still keeping watch
darkness reaching out to darkness
extending a familiar hand
i send the message
i shout
i stumble
i fake
and i fall down

impossible as the south

hopelessly devoted to you
happiness makes me suspect
a force like this
cannot be true
and i said you were mine

freedom
is never knowing who you are
freedom
is never being what they want

i looked in the distance
chased you on a pillow
whispers would follow
from every angle
inside the walls
wish i could say you were mine

took you hand
found myself a different face
a sudden name
to this city i say hello
to the city i say goodbye

she was impossible as the south
and we had
a electric grill, a picnic cooler, a plain bed
and a madness filled basket with a glass plate
the airlift did arrive
while the water was rising
like ten thousand years before
i found the lost in zombieland

we awoke at dawn
could skip to the end
this old scar - comes from a time
when i used to skate
in the nineties life was
just a secondary game
the sea was a distant horizon
i stood outside history
yelling stop
stop stop all your dreams are mine

lifting our hands like thunder
on a road to the sky
saw the fields curve
saw the last girl smiling in a flash

the daylight we're leaving
the sun finally sleeps on its tracks
the machinery of heaven
soon will pass

but it's not a problem
i saw it come down
some deep gray clouds
the implosion of novelty
then i got
into the car

felt it so close
i just had to lay down
and cross my arms

gotta

gotta switch the sky

i have the promise of the light (un inicio)

i have the promise of the light
i can feel it

i have the promise of the light within me
i hope not growing
anyway

a million years of lies and murder
someone told you about times past, an ideal plan
the only thing i can say is i'm sorry

i can feel it
i can almost run with it

we can sell it
we can fake it
we can sell it
we can fake it
we can sell it
we can fake it
we can sell it
we can fake it

some go out
some just fade
i just dream of going away

Así es

Pero hoy no.
Y mañana tampoco.

Where

where are you?
what's the use of everything else?
to be the eyes and the ears
to remind us all
to continue the view
i don't know how to stop

eat the day

in the hallways and in the grass
we plotted we lied and we loved
we discovered the nineties sun
you were silent, i was shy
rode the bus, a last embrace
the next day i was ready to forget yr face

monterrey youth
some go out
some just fade
i just think of wasting my day

found ourselves stuck on mud
met her during the dot.com boom
dreaming of a master's in spain
crossed the distance
lead the fight, it was only a summer plan
then in a dark room, we would play
secret messages in yr professional smile
push the events, ordinaire
kick you out, i like to betray
we were heard, we were heard

you call that noise?
you call that noise?

a voice from on high on my head
i had you on my sight
recognized the woollen hat
New york glasses, and you smiled
she was there all along
directing actions from her home
trembling fingers, a noodles cup
we died together in the border zone

you said run
some go out
and some just fade
i just dream against the day

and on the bridge of santa lucia
the wave machine, i tried to be
a dramatic picture, fashion dictated black
quietly singing to my cellphone
yeah singing lady sweet but thinking
of mama burger's diecisiete

and some go as far away as they can
and others stay, but never fade
their favorite table, their eternal friend
and some so awake they eat the day

i plot and lie, try to survive
we arrive at last, no words for our loved ones
late christmas shoppers, advisors murmur in our hands
a pack of bastards, we have different names
find me there, find me drifting in the air

some have fun
(she was there all along)
some never fade
(under the regio sun)
some have fun
some never fade
i just think of going away

The world is derived / I predict

i foresee
i predict
the coming instability

saw you receiving foreign messages
crossed the door
dialed your name, your number
i never heard it rang
a different kind of prop

reading the favorite magazine
of those who haven't left
their parent's home
i was a flag
beware of peripheral confessions
each small truth hides a bigger liar

and i
intercepted secret calls
you were tracking down achievements
wishing away authority,
as it was just coming close to being
all the while i was holding
my own perfect memory
we'll get you into labor

i foresee
the coming instability
we should make the best of it
tension in the air
i was episodic
but i'll be prepared
i got your other name
we'll see in the morning

bulletin boards are not people
the world is divided
among those who answer chain letters
and those who have always lived for chain mail

The Definitive Identity

Hey kid hey girl
hey get a room
she said freedom
is never being who you are

stand with me
stand so free
stand with me
who's gonna be
broken?

freedom
never finding you
awake with me

freedom
never holding you
for the night

the first one is here
the second one escaped
this is how a chair is made

hey kid hey girl
stay where you are
forget the truth
forget about you
i'll just run
i'll just run
i'll just run

A typesetting almanac

The best lie you ever told was ME
I have all of your pictures
I have all your questions
They gave me a signal
I told I told you before
The same eyes, a simple suggestion
Held on in the party, closer
Went back with your arms in my pocket
And I believe
Danger! Writer
And I believe
Danger! Writer

The rescue arcade
A cathedral I guess
A promise I kept
Lean on me - Remember
Kill them all, kill them all
Kill them all, I'm here
Kill them all, kill them all
Kill them all, I'm here
And welcome to your HOME

The Multitasking Alliance

No

No, no tenía la cara de la cara de la cara de la cara de la cara ni estaba en todas partes. Pero siempre cerca, siempre escondida, puedo reconocer el rostro, bienvenida seas a casa.

No, no es la excepción

La excepción es la otra. "Esto" es justo lo que permite que la otra continúe. Su papel ha sido jugado antes por muchos nombres, en este momento podemos reconocer el suyo. No sé si usted también lo haga, y ese hallazgo le sea suficiente por el momento. Pero le puedo decir que si acaso se siente mal, no se compara con aquello que siempre ha estado y que volverá a estar. Pero ya ve, qué mejor modo de no estar en el aire
que ser lanzado de nuevo hacia el suelo.

Lo que le puedo dejar es que estos golpes son muy buenos para tomar otros rumbos. Y como viene de regreso... Pero creo que ahí he roto el personaje, y le agradezco, pero algunos de nosotros jamás moriremos.

Standing on a bridge

Ahora el sueño de la guerra, tuve que entrar al cuarto de comando, creo que al final fui el encargado de rendirnos. Pero
Pero
Nunca los olvido, y la historia no termina, y conozco tus palabras, y tengo que dar gracias por todos los que están y todos los que han caído, y por todos los que fuimos nombrados, la luz que no dejaremos caer, y ya lo he dicho muchas veces, pero
yo me encargaré de ello.

Christ The Follower

have you heard about
christ the follower
he said open
all your wounds
i've never seen
a deadline
i wouldn't pass
have you seen those creatures of the night?
there's a girl
standing in the dark
close your eyes
close your eyes
close your eyes
on me

have you heard about A.
about her big sacrifice
once one of the few lines
that made me stay alive
can you believe
believe
believe
in christ
the follower

Big Black - Passing Complexion

Micromanagement. That or...

The Costello situation.

Wire en el 2004

It's a heaven - sent extinction event. Comet / I don't understand. Del DVD "The Scottish Play".

A" twilight of the gods" situation

And I hate you for that. You should put out a newsletter, you should have a blog, you should have a blog, you should have a blog, you should have a blog.

And no one else

Paralysed at home, waiting for the ghosts to return. A sudden encounter, the gnashing of teeth, chairs too small to be strapped on. I found the situation compelling, couldn't get out of bed the next day, bombs were defused, absolutely curtains, I wish you well with your credit form. I'm back, I'm back, and then we are stuck on the telephone.

IsaidDon't

i think of myself as a killer
i think of myself as a gun
i think of myself as a killer
i think of myself as a gun

i said don't

i said don't

i think of myself as a killer
i think of myself as a gun
i think of myself as a killer
i think of myself as a gun

i said don't

i said don't

i said walk i said come
i said walk i said come
i said come i said come
then i was gone

she was absorbed by the couch

i was fighting demons
gargoyles, gold prospectors
finally thrown into a corner
then wandering the San Rafael gloom
and she was
absorbed by the couch
so tall
absorbed by the couch
so sad
we fell, slipped
i continued a battle
awoke with the same scream
and only half of her body
she was absorbed by the couch
now i'm trying to decide
should i choose sides?
should i let go?
i'm fighting demons
i'm finding them so close
i'm fighting demons
she was absorbed
and i'm lost

The turning of the way

should be invited to the opening of a bridge
i stayed in bed the whole day
i have friends working for me in outer space
it's what i mean
it's what i was supposed to say
with the turning of the way

Los Llamarada - A chance to become transparent (live KDVS)

Otro vid, de nuevo en base a los Prelinger Archives. Air strikes, the end days, y una aparición especial de Vera Stough, la chica que cuasi estelarizó el video de The Blanket Escape. Audio de nuestra tocada en la estación de radio KDVS en Davis, California.

En el peor, casi las 11

Me enviabas un papel con letras derretidas. Algún lugar de fantasmas que imitaban tu ropa. Yo recorría un camino de lodo tras haber perdido mis zapatos. Waiting for it all to begin.

Los Llamarada - The Blanket Escape

Un vid para la canción, empleando imágenes disponibles en los Prelinger Archives.

Yes I believe it's time for us to quit

Hoy soñé que estaba en el patio de la casa, viendo soñoliento la caída de la noche. Un par de puntos azules se acercan para ser ovnis constelación: una trama de alambre y luciérnaga. Grito al interior de la casa, para que salgan a presenciar la llegada, al abrir la boca se han convertido en helicópteros.

Bowie meets Dylan

En una entrevista con Cameron Crowe en el 78.

"BOWIE: I saw Dylan in New York seven, eight months ago. We don't have a lot to talk about. We're not great friends. Actually, I think he hates me.

PLAYBOY: Under what circumstances did you meet?

BOWIE: Very bad ones. We went back to somebody's house after some gig at a club. We had all gone to see someone, I can't remember who, and Dylan was there. I was in a very, sort of . . . verbose frame of mind. And I just talked at him for hours and hours and hours, and whether I amused him or scared him or repulsed him, I really don't know. I didn't wait for any answers. I just went on and on about everything. And then I said good night. He never phoned me.

PLAYBOY: Did he impress you?

BOWIE: Not really. I'd just like to know what the young chap thought of me. I was quite convinced that what I had to say was important, which I seem to feel all the time."

Jajajaja.

Graham Fellows: Jilted John / John Shuttleworth

Graham Fellows y dos de sus personajes. Aquí Jilted John, en plena era punk.

Y décadas después, como John Shuttleworth y su teclado Yamaha.

the monterrey sea

safe in it
you'll never know
i'm only dreaming
a movement, space
the distance to the floor
we get there
and start again
just the three of us
and start again
but as for me
i'm just the shining sea

we would have such fun, steel storms
all the books we we should read, glasses smashing
so many places to see
so many people to eat

it's hard, i know
you've never tried to bake bread with ashes
this is different, the imperial we
and you and you and you and you and you
with me
you will face a battle
you have the face of the face of the face of the face of
and you couldn't be another

east and west are gone
now we march into the north
and now i'm lost
now i'm gone

let's press forward
the mountains are the same
but as for me
i'm just the shining sea
the deep
the deep
the deep
the deep
the endless monterrey sea

lucy will v. 2

lucy i made you a drawing
i made you the sky
let me crawl into yr bedroom
this is gonna be alright

lucy will wake
lucy will forget all about me
lucy will speak
lucy won't think
what's good for me

i'm waiting for that moment
i have all the answers
waiting in my hand
i will rescue
i will rescue
i will stop yr fall
we will get a set of wings

e-mail changed my life
i was just a simple man
tryin-to-ruin-other-people's-lives
then you ran into mine
i got you in time
now i'll keep you by my side

i will keep watch
there's no need to speak
i-know-every-word-you'll-ever-say
i can remember each bite
and i can wait
oh yes i can

a chance to

there is light and there is me
i've carried this plot for as long
as you made me think i was free

i will build it
i will build it

all you happy faces
trying to escape alive
there is something i can tell you
all of you will be dead tonight

the way is hard
i have no choice
the perfect crime
my territory

i will build it
i will build it

a chance to become another

los llamarada - the very next moment 7” [s-s, 2007]

Uncategorized — Brock on October 18, 2007 at 3:42 pm

"Mexican trash punk anyone? Looks like these kids finally found their way into a studio. Their debut LP was a straight up bathroom recording, but this thing is “polished.” Did that synth did shit out? Its putterin’ and a mutterin’, but Los Llamarada got their hooks in the blues! You heard smacks of it in the LP, but with sonic “clarity,” structured abounds in “The Very Next Moment.” Austere and flippant. The flip side is a cover of Brenda Lee’s “Im Sorry.” Add buzzy guitars and a french accent and you got a total bummer session. Great 7″ to end the year right." The trashcan confessional.

Reseñas del nuevo single

"Los Llamarada
“The Very Next Moment” b/w “I'm Sorry” 7”
(S-S)

Los Llamarada's LP from earlier this year, The Exploding Now, didn't really prepare me for the heat they'd bring to this new single. These are studio recordings that unmask their murk, revealing a downright surly ownership of the blues. “The Very Next Moment” dribbles poison ink over a dominant, plundering, beaten-mean countenance, speeding up just enough at the end to recall Catholic Discipline with a more contained vocal presence, or the Fall or Country Teasers at their most misanthropic. Bad politics, baby. The loose banging out of Peggy Lee's “I'm Sorry” caps this perfect - yes, perfect - single off with a breathless female vocal rant, purposed above a ramshackle, gleefully scattered two-chord tumble. Part of the “new sound” you've been hearing. This world is a great place for a few minutes. Edition of 600 - up there with this year's best.
(www.s-srecords.com)" Dusted Magazine

"Los Llamarada - The Very Next Moment 7"
Back in the day when I had guests, I played the The Exploding Now, then take a walk around the block. Let them get acquainted. More often than not, I'd return to patches of blood, the needle riding the label like a worn out mechanical bull. Jesus, what a record. Licks the gel out of your hair and spits a rat poison tapenade in your pasty visage. How does Scott Soriano still have 25 copies left? What are y'all up to? Nice sleeve, good slice of ivory wax...you can't feel empeethrees, even with your fancy Audio Research studio-cooled speakers. You can't invite the heathens over on IM! Let'em in the front door! Write the check! You smart-marks can cash it, trust.
Or, in the meantime, you can pick up this, their latest missive. The title cut sticks their rumbly Ut and Mars thang between thick gooey slices of A-Frames stomploaf. Lovely synth peppering, too. Someone tell the dudes at Mutant Sounds! Cheveu fans oughta open their hearts for this one. Although, I should add, they've either moved up to a studio or someone hooked them up with the dopest boombox this side of a JVC in 85 because this don't sound like their usual Pixelvision fidelity. Don't mind it a bit, though. That lil number's keeps me warm just thinking of the Monterrey sun warming their leaky basement. Nothing like Robocoppin' in a droptop on a humid night. But that's another yarn.
And the B-side is...wow. Brenda Lee's "I'm Sorry" always seemed like the kind of shit someone shouts up to a 4th-story window in the wee-smalls with one hand on their sweaty heart and one on some E-dub--but never was before. Evil truckstop karaoke at it's finest. So annoying you'll never forgive again.
Live-r than most." Fuck You, Counselor Blog

"Los Llamarada's follow up to their delectable debut lp (The Exploding Now') is a solid 2 banger out now on the S-S label. The a-side ('The Very Next Moment') is a fried chizzler that conjures up every Punk deviant from the Germs to Brainbombs while the flip is a cover of the Brenda Lee classic 'I'm Sorry' & in their futurisic attempt to convey a somnombulistic redo, they have effectively butchered it into the summer-bummer, goodbye hit for the twilight's last gleamin of 2007." Siltblog!

Y la tascam?

Por si acaso.

Lucy will (After M)

lucy i made you a drawing
i made you the sky
let me crawl into yr bedroom
this is gonna be alright

lucy will wake
lucy will forget all about me
lucy will speak
lucy won't think
what's good for me
i'm waiting for the moment

i'm waiting for that moment
i have all the answers
waiting in my hand
i will rescue
i will rescue
i will stop yr fall
we will get a set of wings

lucy, you will kill
lucy, you will forget about me
1 1 1 1 1
are you sorry are you sorry
are you enjoying yr new face

an empty roof
a deadly fall
a dress not transparent

i will keep watch
there's no need to speak
i can repeat each word you say
i can remember each bite
i'm still waiting
i'm still wanting
i can make it good again

lucy, can you wake?
lucy, can you feel?
lucy, can you forget about me?

lucy will kill
lucy won't think
lucy won't say
lucy won't speak
lucy will

wanna hear you now
wanna hear you now
wanna hear you now

Radiohead - In rainbows

Escuchando el...
15 step. Nice. Aquellos niños gritando.
Bodysnatchers. Un buen rockcín. Un poco de ruido.
Apenas va el track 3 y ya está lloriqueando Thom Yorke.
Qué tal lo demás? U2 con distintos pedales.
All I need. Nice drums al final.
Faust Arp. Entonces, la onda es...
Jigsaw falling into place. Heynoestá tanmal. Susritmitospatentados. Lavocecitaenloqueciendo.
Videotape. Hasta que se acabó.
Todo muy propio y acomodado.

Otra de los Llamarada en un blog francés

"SS Records est encore allé dénicher un groupe bruitiste inconnu de tous et cette fois il a poussé jusqu’au pays des sombreros et de la tequila. Los Llamarada (le premier qui a prononcé Lamarada, je vais lui filer des cours d’espagnol) sont originaires de Monterey et naviguent en pleine néo-post-wave bruitiste.

Après une intro qui n’est pas sans faire penser aux possédés de Radikal Satan, les chansons s’enfilent et me font beaucoup penser à tous les groupes du Centre d’hygiène de l’Est (A.H. Kraken, The Anals) ou à la no wave new yorkaise du début des années 80 (Teenage Jesus, Mars). Rampantes, sales, elles sont comme les rumeurs glauques que tu entendais quand tu étais encore imberbe et naïf. Tu sais celle de la femme qui aimait beaucoup son chien, celle du petit retrouvé dans la forêt dans un drôle d’état ou encore celle du demeuré qui habitait en face de chez toi. Le son est tout aussi dégueulasse et rappelle aussi ces cassettes moultes fois copiées que tu chérissais comme des trésors perdus quelques années après avoir cauchemardé des nuits durant en pensant aux sordides rumeurs. La deuxième face s’apaise à peine, en mettant les synthés wave à l’honneur. Une brise glaciale dans l’air étouffant votre cervelet..

A ranger dans le haut du panier des sorties SS Records.

(9/10)" Link

Bob Dylan - Maggie's Farm, Newport, 1965

El puro rock and noise!

BUSCANDO UNA INTEGRANTE MÁS PARA LLAMARADA!!!!

Los Llamarada buscan una cantante / guitarrista para integrarse a la alineación actual (batería teclado guitarra voces) del grupo. El grupo regio de rural noise (recién regresado de su gira californiana) busca chica que pueda tocar / cantar / componer canciones de post punk rock experimental no wave psicodélico weirdpunk torch song avant pop. Experiencia no
necesariamente indispensable! Lo necesario es que.... tenga un instrumento con su respectivo ampli, claro está, y disponibilidad para ensayar, para participar en sesiones de grabación de nuestro siguiente disco, y para tocar en vivo. Además es indispensable tener pasaporte y visa, ya que el siguiente compromiso de la banda es presentarse en el Festival South by Southwest 2008 (Austin, Texas). Contáctanos en el mail saganyouth@gmail o sagan_youth@hotmail.com

Bob Dylan y Jack White - One More Cup of Coffee

Hace un par de días el White Stripe se trepó al escenario para tocar esta canción con el viejo Bob. Una cámara espía estuvo ahí para captarlo...

Nuevo single de vinil de Los Llamarada

Los Llamarada The Very Next Moment 7" (S-S) $4

Little by little Los Llamarada is gonna take over the world. First they will shoot you with the neo-psychedelic stun gun of The Very Next Moment and then you'll be shivved by their version of Brenda Lee's I'm Sorry. There's magic in this band of Mexican youngsters. In Rick Ele's words, "a churning neg-viber…and… awonderfully weird (and) bittersweet. " A very worthy follow up to their much raved about debut! 600 pressed. Hand stamped sleeve. en S-S Records.

La nueva pelic sobre Bob Dylan, I'm not there

"In I’m Not There the director uses Dylan partly to conduct a conversation with Jean-Luc Godard. This is suggested from the outset: I’m Not There opens and closes with offscreen gunshots much like those that begin and end Masculin-Féminin, Godard’s most concerted effort to intervene in Sixties youth culture in its pop-music aspect (“the children of Marx and Coca-Cola”) and incidentally the only major film of the period to name-check Dylan. Casting Gainsbourg, a French actress, as the avatar of Dylan’s most serious love objects, obliquely suggests an overlap between Godard’s passions and Dylan’s: a dark (Anglo-) French gamine, she evokes Anna Karina, Godard’s muse, not to mention her own parents, Serge Gainsbourg and Jane Birkin, French pop-culture icons and contemporaries of Dylan." En Film Society of the Lincoln Center.

Una reseña de... Break the silence

"Break the Silence by Los Llamarada

This started off slow and uninspiring, PJ Harvey at her worst. As it went on, exploring the elements (except for the loud re-creation of a buzzing fly) of what was going on made it more ... more. A relentless aural landscape formed ahead, as if one decided to break the silence throwing this on would be a What the Fuck? moment. That buzzing fly turned into the Star Trek transporter sound and I couldn't get the vision out of my head of William Shatner, hands raised above him Chorus Line style, with his mouth open in a silent scream.

A song with no beginning, middle or end. Like silence.
(4:23)"

En Blast Your Podcast.

Otra reseña del LP de Llamarada

"Imagine if The Coachmen hadda been fronted by Kim Gordon instead of JD King and that their locomotive post-Modern Lovers/Velvets rock squall hadda been as de-formed and detonating as Sunstabbed-era Dead C w/ almost hysterical female and male vocals riding Robbie Yeats-style drums, fuzz guitar and organ in a classic basement formation and buried beneath a ton of tape fug. Then spin this crude looking slab of wax on S-S Records in a blindfold test and you'd swear you were listening to a real-time feedback loop wired directly into the most fevered environs of your own fanzine-riddled brain. This four piece from Mexico take you right *there* with sputtering No Wave crunch, early Swans/Sonic Youth atmospherics, classic avant garage licks and a level of personal possession that is extremely gratifying. Edition of 600, screened sleeves, last copies."

En Volcanic Tongue.

Control

"This sounds awful but it was only after Ian died that we sat down and listened to the lyrics," says Morris. "You'd find yourself thinking, 'Oh my God, I missed this one.' Because I'd look at Ian's lyrics and think how clever he was putting himself in the position of someone else. I never believed he was writing about himself. Looking back, how could I have been so bleedin' stupid? Of course he was writing about himself. But I didn't go in and grab him and ask, 'What's up?' I have to live with that. Watching the film, there were moments when I wished I could have stepped into the film. Unfortunately, you can't." Stephen Morris (Joy Division / New Order). En The Guardian.

Kevin Ayers - Joy of a toy (1969)

Lo que ha estado dando vueltas.
Para bajar aquí.

The enemy watches me

"Bush had held that view, almost manic in its optimism, all the way up to election day, in defiance of all available polling data. At the very mention of such data, his face began to curdle. "I understand you can't let polls tell you what to think," he declared—one of his most frequently expressed sentiments, but now he went further: "And part of being a leader is: people watch you. I walk in that hall, I say to those commanders—well, guess what would happen if I walk in and say, 'Well, maybe it's not worth it.' When I'm out in the public"—and now he was fully animated, yanked out of his slouch and his eyes clenched like little blue fists—"I fully understand that the enemy watches me, the Iraqis are watching me, the troops watch me, and the people watch me.

"The other thing is that you can't fake it. You have to believe it. And I believe it. I believe we'll succeed." " En Slate.com

Kevin Ayers - Shooting at the moon (1970)

Kevin Ayers: La voz del primer Soft Machine en su segundo viaje psicodélico en solitario.... bueno, con acompañantes como Robert Wyatt.

Para descargar aquí.

Presiento que ya no se detendrá

Ahora el sueño fue de una guerra en el cielo. Nos refugiábamos en un supermercado. Los cajeros perdían el tiempo junto a los carritos. Después una sesión en las mesas del snack, un hombre veía caer ojos entre nubes, y tú planeabas una venganza tan confusa como innecesaria.

Escuchando... Homework

Homework: American "D.I.Y." (Do it yourself) compilations: ...low-budget, home-made or just cool and strange... Artwave, punk-wave, experimental, post-punk, No Wave: there's lots of everything, most all of it from the golden years of DIY, 1977-1982. En la disquera Hyped to Death.

Homework #1: 75 - 84. Post Punk Casero y Experimentación Pop. Theoretical Girls, Smegma, Ralphs, Vertical Slit y muchos más.

Download link en Mediafire

Spectrum - How You Satisfy Me

Proyecto de Sonic Boom, la otra cabeza de Spacemen 3. Sábado 15 de septiembre en Polk Street Fair (San Francisco): Spectrum (U.K.), Triclops!, Los Llamarada (Monterrey, Mexico), Lou Lou & The Guitarfish.

Githead - Drive by. La nueva de un Wire

La nueva de Colin Newman (Wire), su esposa Malka Spigel (Minimal Compact), Robin Rimaud (Scanner) y Max Franken (también de la banda israelí Minimal Compact). El disco se llama Art Pop, y la canción dice que you don't understand nothing.

En un evento de la Biblioteca Central

Una parvada de señores apocalípticos.

Mi reseña de Inland Empire

La nueva de David Lynch. Me planté en el sofá con mi confiable libreta y lápiz en mano. Desperté cinco horas después, tirado en el piso y con el lápiz clavado en la frente.

No! Todavía no la veo...

Imposible, Irremediable, Extremadamente

Feliz por mi primer clase en la maestría :) Eve: Es la maestría en Ciencias con especialidad en Lengua y Literatura.. una beca casi total.... rock n roll!
Y por Friends Win. Si tan sólo fuera posible.... nadie podría detenernos. Muerte a todos los demás :) Lo siento.

Iggy Pop habla de... la escena independiente

"I'm in the biz, dude. It's a branch of show business, that's what always annoyed me most about the American alternative/do-it yourself scene when I came up. It was simple. If you were the artist you were supposed to be cool, and the agent was supposed to be a crook, and the manager was supposed to be a creep, and everyone administrating was un-cool and the publicist was cheesy. You know, we all have our roles. But then the DIY guy says I am the guitar player, I'm the publicist, I'm the agent, and I'm the lawyer, too. So I look at the guy, and I'm like, okay, you've convinced me. You're a greedy, cheesy crooked creep with a guitar. Fuck you. I want nothing to do with you. That's kind of how I feel. And you're a politician, too. Or a computer turd. Why don't you just drop it and work for Microsoft or invent a new surf engine." Iggy Pop, en Pitchforkmedia.

John Vanderslice - Exodus Damage

Del Pixel Revolt (2005). Acabo de caer en cuenta de que mañana empiezan las clases, y me apresuro por terminar el futuro.

Beirut - Elephant Gun

El veinteañero Zach Condon fue devorado por la cultura europea.

Escuchando a Tegan and Sara

Eso es, escuchando su nuevo disco, The Con.

El soundtrack de I'm Not There: Multi BioPic sobre Dylan

Toda una constelación de estrellas, como diría Raúl Velasco... Abarca algunas de las canciones más conocidas y ADEMÁS las de culto, y hasta covers de canciones oficialmente inéditas... con Darth Vader! Stephen Pavement! Tom Verlaine de Television! Sufjan Stevens! John Doe de X! Yo La Tengo! Yo También! Iron and Wind and Calexico and Calexico! Sonic Youth! Lee Ranaldo de Sonic Youth! Bob Dylan de Bob Dylan!

All Along The Watchtower --Eddie Vedder & The Million Dollar Bashers
As I Went Out One Morning--Mira Billotte
Ballad Of A Thin Man--Stephen Malkmus & The Million Dollar Bashers
Billy--Los Lobos
Can You Please Crawl Out Your Window--The Hold Steady
Can't Leave Her Behind--Stephen Malkmus & Lee Ranaldo
Cold Irons Bound--Tom Verlaine & The Million Dollar Bashers
Dark Eyes--Iron & Wine & Calexico
Fourth Time Around--Yo La Tengo
Goin' To Acapulco--Jim James & Calexico
Highway 61 Revisited--Karen O & The Million Dollar Bashers
I Wanna Be Your Lover--Yo La Tengo
I'm Not There--Bob Dylan
I'm Not There--Sonic Youth
Just Like A Woman--Charlotte Gainsbourg & Calexico
Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues--Ramblin' Jack Elliot
Knockin' On Heaven's Door--Antony & The Johnsons
The Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carroll--Mason Jennings
Maggie's Farm--Stephen Malkmus & The Million Dollar Bashers
Mama You've Been On My Mind--Jack Johnson
The Man In The Long Black Coat--Mark Lanegan
Moonshiner--Bob Forrest
One More Cup Of Coffee--Roger McGuinn & Calexico
Pressing On--John Doe
Ring Them Bells--Sufjan Stevens
Señor (Tales Of Yankee Power)--Willie Nelson & Calexico
Simple Twist Of Fate--Jeff Tweedy
Stuck Inside Of Mobile With Memphis Blues Again--Cat Power
The Times They Are A Changin'--Mason Jennings
Tombstone Blues--Richie Havens
When The Ship Comes In--Marcus Carl Franklin
Wicked Messenger--The Black Keys
You Ain't Goin 'Nowhere--Glen Hansard & Markéta Irglová

http://www.cufon.org/cufon/fmovsnsa.htm

http://www.theozfiles.com/ufos_subrosa4.html

Robert Wyatt - At Last I'm Free (1980)

Wyatting.

Jason Lytle de Grandaddy - The Go in the Go - For - It

Acústico y eternamente bajo una gorra.

The Wit of the Staircase

It is said.

walk into the sky

met her in the elevator
a purple miniskirt
i was grateful
think of the project
think of the project and you

two girls visiting
another world
they walk into the sky
you went into the ocean
i was alone

she had to build it all
she had to blog the world
she had to mantain

many years
you could've arrived in a boxcar
mister electrico's first daughter
the first one in town
to drive under the hard rain

she had to build it all
she had to blog the world
she had to mantain

she was older, she was suspicious
she was changed

fled into the buildings of the dead
you could still smell the attacks in the air
a career jump, life was only
a temporary art form, a novella
new york, the wind, new orleans, the loose change
is it wrong to say?
is it wrong to say?

Una de Bob Dylan - Furious Simon's Nasty Humor

Tal como apareció en su alucinatorio libro, Tarantula:

Furious Simon's Nasty Humor

i had a dream
that the cook
leaned
& shook
his fist over the
balcony & said yes
to the people
yes to the people
& he said this
to the people
"i want four cups of stormtrooper -
a tablespoon of catholic - five hundre paranoids -
some water buffalo - a half pound of communist -
six cups of rebel - two cute atheists -
a quart bottle of rabbi - one teaspoon of
bitter liberal - some antibirth tablets -
three fourths black nationalist -
a dab of lemon cock powder -
some mogen david capitalists & a whole lot
of fat people with extra money"
then the cook's helper
appeared
& cleared his throat & then he
said to the people yes the
people
"also we'd like a mocking bird
& some maids a milking - some raped
college students & a drenched hen -
two turtle gloves
& a partridge & a gin & a pear tree"
i awoke from this dream
in the state of fright - then jumped out of bed &
ran for the kitchen - crashed thru the door &
slammed on the light/fell on my
bended knees &
thanked God
that there was nothing new in
the ice box

dear Puck,
traded in my electric guitar for
one you call a gut one...you can play
it all by yourself - don't need a band -
eliminates all the fighting except of
course for the other gut guitar
players - am doing well - have no idea of
what's happening but all these girls
with moustaches, they're going crazy
over me - you must try them sometime -
weather is good - threw away all my lefty
frizzell records - also got rid of my
parka - you can keep my cow as i now am
on the road to freedom

see yuh later aligator
Franky Duck

Harry Potter es el Bob Dylan de la nueva generac... WTF?

"And this is exactly why I think Harry Potter is the same kind of early-warning agent as was the young Bob Dylan. This is what explains our children's spell-binding obsession with these books. Granted, the new Magus has not come in the form one might have expected. He is not a performer holding a guitar; he is a character in that ancient technology, the book. Nonetheless, Harry is the herald who offers a moral code in times of great upheaval that vibrates to this generation the way the early Dylan still echoes in the lives of boomers. He is the prophet and precursor of a new generation." Harry Potter is the Bob Dylan of his generation, by Joel Garreau at The Washing Post.

Los LLamarada en WFMU

La estación de New Jersey es uno de los lugares donde más han tocado canciones del LP de vinil, The Exploding Now.

En el mes de junio alcanzamos a salir en la lista de lo más tocado ... Va la listota para que vean más o menos qué clase de material ponen ahí... estamos al final :)

WFMU Heavy Airplay List

Compiled by Music/Program Director Brian Turner. Various - Shimauta Pops (Polystar) Bernard Parmegiani - Chants Magnetiques (Fractal) Various - Psychedelic Phinland (Love) La Driver Union Por Por Group - Por Por: Honk Horn Music of Ghana (Smithsonian) Various - Can't Stop It 2: Australian Post Punk (Chapter) Tinariwen - Aman Iman: Water Is Life (World Village) LCD Soundsystem - Sound of Silver (Capitol) Various - DIY: Do It Yourself (Soul Jazz) Daphne Oram - Oramics (Paradigm) Panda Bear - Person Pitch (Paw Tracks) Various - Eccentric Soul: Twinight's Lunar Rotation (Numero) Richard Pinhas - Single Collection 1972-80 (Captain Trip) Jennifer Gentle - A New Astronomy (A Silent Place) Various - Awon Ojise Olorun (Savannahphone) Biz Markie - Make the Music With Your Mouth Biz (Cold Chillin') Various - Bombay Connection 2: Bombshell Baby of Bombay (Normal) Lucrate Milk - Lucrate Milk (FZM) Baby Grandmothers - Baby Grandmothers (Subliminal Sound) Pentliczek - Pentliczek (Setola DiMaiale) Witch - Lazy Bones!! (Teal) George Korein - Too Many Days (G Peacific) Ted Leo & Pharmacists - Living With the Living (Touch and Go) Soft Circle - Full Bloom (Eastern Development) Adam Bohman- Bunhill Row (Paradigm) William Parker and Hamid Drake - First Communion + Piercing the Veil (AUM Fidelity) Sun Ra All-Stars Band - Hiroshima (Art Yard) Tickley Feathers / Serpents of Wisdom - Split 7" (Badmaster) Various - Orchestre Mecchaniche Italiane (Snowdonie) Vladimir Ussachevsky - Electronic and Acoustic Works (New World) Los Llamarada - The Exploding Now (S-S)

Thriller: Versión de presos filipinos

Presos filipinos practicando la coreografía de aquel viejo hit de Michael Jackson. ¿Y la chica? It's a trap!

Preston School of Industry - Falling away

Spiral Stairs, el otro guitarrista / cantante de Pavement. Mientras Stephen Malkmus se pasea con sus limusinas y dientes de oro (jaja), Scott tiene que (literalmente) arrastrarse. Good pop inspirado en The Cure (ver peluca).

Yo La Tengo - Tom Courtenay

Así es como suenan mis sueños. Los vi en vivo y ustedes no.

Durante la caída

El efecto la hacía parecer más pequeña. Una pausa. Laura quería romper ese rostro y encontrar lo que había adentro.

Pero sólo se quedó muy quieta. Tenía claro que no podía bajar del auto. En el parabrisas, un esquena del territorio recorrido. Julia y sus secretos.

- ¿Y qué hay adentro?

- Un experimento. – bajó del auto. Su manía parecía desinflarse.- Gracias, Laura.

Avanzó un par de pasos.

- Ya habrá otros días. Y los últimos serán los primeros.

- ¿No es eso una canción?

Julia volteó con una última sonrisa, y siguió caminando hacia el muro. Una puerta se abrió ante ella.

En el interior, como un recorte, cierta calle y una pelota que nunca podrá caer al suelo.

Todavía más reuniones: Genesis, In the Cage 2007

Envivo en Austria. Collins en una versión del clásico de la era de Peter Gabriel.

Los Smashing - Bleeding the Orchid

Regresan con un disco muy irregular, pero me agrada ésta canción. Los excesos necesarios, y el populismo con el que pocos pueden cargar. Y un buen tono de guitarra.

Robert Fripp y Andy Summers: I Advance Masked

Fripp sentadito, como debe ser. El lider de los Crimson puede matar con una sola mirada. Y el guitarrista de Police? Supongo que él consiguió el ballet de chicas.

Bob Dylan - God Knows, 1994.

God knows it's fragile, God knows everything. Bob Dylan en el segundo Woodstock, el tercero terminaría en llanto y fuego.

Poderes de convencimiento

So far away. ¿Qué me convence? Leonard Cohen prisionero de Phil Spector en Death of a Ladies' Man. Un largo sábado con Big Star. Recordar lo que no pasó mientra escucho a Pavement. Las veces que di vuelta a un vinil de Wings ya tarde en una madrugada oscura, voces como fantasmas. Dylan y unos ojos tan abiertos. El ride espacial de Patti Smith en Birdland. Costello y la época para el enojo. Neil Young y la confianza. Pete Townshend y la épica cotidiana. Robert Wyatt y la inmensidad del mar. Pet Sounds y el color verde. The Fall y un escenario en penumbra. Stereolab y las utopías. La posibilidad de otro territorio. Una mirada que abarca menos de un segundo, pero en la que tantas cosas escapan.

Siempre escapamos.

Dylan en el 81: Shot of love

En la era cristiana.

Sí, hay un cambio

alguna vez.

Los Llamarada - En Austin, SXSW 2007.

He aquí a una luminosa Estrellita cantando Nobody calls me en vivo en The Blender Balcony at the Ritz. 17 de marzo del 2007, nuestro primer show en los Iunaited. Hasta hubo aplausos y todo. Rock and roll!

Y la otra

Con el silencio.

Una opción

Y un permiso para el espacio.

Paul McCartney - Dance Tonight, dir by Michel Gondry

Single de su nuevo disco, Memory Almost Full. Paul y Natalie Portman en un video dirigido por Michel Gondry. Los efectos fantasmales fueron realizados en vivo... cristales y espejos.

Control (Trailer). Una pelic sobre Ian Curtis

Los Llamarada - Another Flag. Live at Nene Fiesta.

Sábado 12 de Mayo del 2007. El famoso Bar La Cita. Los Llamarada tocando una versión de esta rola que alguna vez apareciera en la Compilación Kutre Punk. We are the first, we are the last. Puras rolas apocalípticas ese día. Mucha, mucha gente. Nuestra primer tocada tras el SXSW.

The Fall - Reformation

El nuevo video de the greatest one, contemplando su continua victoria junto con sus nuevos esclavos (la actual alineación gringa del grupo) y su guapa esposa. El disco es Reformation Post TLC, y no estuvo tan chido, pero ya habrá otro, otros... The Fall nunca morirá. Mientras tanto, los demás de la generación 77 yacen bajo tierra o bajo cómodas colchitas.

Dinosaur Jr - Almost ready (2007)

Una rola de su nuevo disco, Beyond. En la tele.

The North

The North is Death
The North is Love
The North is Death
The North is Love
I'm Crossing

The North is Love
Ice Age
The North is Love
Ice Age

The North is Death
I'm Working
The North is Death
I'm Working

A Boat, a Plane, the Ice Storm
The Horror I Know
The Horror I Know

Glaciers Approaching
The North is Coming
Into Your Home
The Waves are going Faster
The Waves are going Faster
The Waves are going Faster

Penetrators - Shopping Bag

Get to the other side.

Gettin to know the end
You remember the kitchen, just a corner
We were sitting on the floor. Electric.

Getting to my side of the bed.
I was ready to fall. My possession, a penknife, a pocket, a god.
You wanted something you could never protect.

A shower, instead. Diagrams of Venn. Ag durit. Dil Var. Ag durit. Il Var. Go to the left. I'll correct the other side.

Something burning. Something burning. Something burning. Something burning. Something burning. Something burning. Something burning. Something inside.

Dane, a danish, go.

I
The picture
On a wall
Spent so many days waiting for her to dance
Dane, a danish. I went so far. I read to fight.
Dane, a danish.

Effort. I. Make.
A. Turn. Right. Such a nice fellow. On a Trip.
A.
Oh dear you're quite the liar. I guide a liar. Gone!

Dane, a danish, go.
Dane, a danish, go.

Such a good friend. I, the Picture. I, the Record. I, the Producer. I.
On a wall.

Having fun / Three

And now I'm having fun
And now i count to two
Rabbits
All
Alone
Rabbits
In
My Home
And now I tell you
When to Sleep
Now I put the cover
Oh so Clean
Rabbits
Rabbits
Two
Having fun
Having fun
Three

Nene Fiesta, again and again and again

Fachada de cantina, paredes y sillas forradas de animal print, pantallas con pornografía europea y caguama CARTA a $20: así es como se describe al lugar donde, como una tradición en la escena underground, esta vez Nene Records se contenta en organizar el Nene Fest 2007 este 12 de Mayo del presente año. Esta ocasión no será un maratónico lineup de 12 o más bandas, sino una explosiva fiesta en el mismo lugar donde fue la famosa Tocada Bizarra organizada también por los Nenes el año pasado.

Como siempre ha habido sorpresas (repollos y peluches despedazados volando por el techo, el regreso de Taladro Supremo con nuevos integrantes, el debut de Mockinpott, shows de Los Margaritos vestidos de hijos de satán y científicos raros, etcétera), este año lo haremos otra vez, nada más que la vamos a traer de otra ciudad.

El show comenzará amenizado por Mr. Pony a las 8:30 p.m. en punto. El orden después de ahí será, Taladro Supremo, Llamarada, Los Margaritos, BamBam, CancerBullet (que vienen desde Mexicali), Mockinpott y Los Implantes para cerrar bailando.

La Cita está a cuadra y media del Bar Gargantúas, en el centro de Monterrey. El cover es de 30 varos (¡No es nada!), hay ficheras para bailar, porno si se aburren, mucha cerveza a bajo costo y música interminable.

¿Quién no quiere ir al NeneFest?

En un artículo de Mexadelic

" Los Llamarada have taken the LO-FI sound that Monterrey bands seem to specialise in to the absolute extreme with their first release “The Exploding Now” on white vinyl from Ss Records in California. The combination of recording in live sessions on tape which is transferred to vinyl has achieved a sound quality that completely compliments their musical style, self described as a “super sonic din”.

In the days when technology seems to be closing in on perfect “noiseless” sound, the double distortion of Los llamarada is as stimulating as a rub-down with sonic sandpaper. This creates intense, even at first uncomfortable experience, but is ultimately invigorating for mind, body, soul and ears.

CDs are dead you say? What the hell lets bring back vinyl… and disco while we are at it!!".

Mexadelic

Dream # 7564574574353454: Las maravillas de

Llegué al edificio y nada había cambiado. El maestro entretenía un salón lleno de adolescentes al mismo tiempo que daba sorbitos a su taza de café I LOVE NY. Dudo que fuera una compra turística. En el escritorio, los mismo libros amarillos. La virgen dormida en un logo. Murmuré una excusa y bajé a los jardines. Extrañaba la sombra.

Estaba ansioso por comprar mi camino a través de los sueños, así que salí por el área de servicio. Un hombre tiraba bolsas de hielo. Poco después llegué a la sala de espera. Nueva decoración en caoba o algo que desconozco pero prefiero llamar caoba. Gastada alfombra púrpura. Una pantalla funeraria en medio de un librero. Películas. Y el maestro, con un grupo más pequeño de seguidoras.

Están desmenuzando una épica de Sean Penn como escritor playero. Ha perdido un cassette conteniendo notas sobre su siguiente obra. Ese dista de ser su único problema: está muy cansado de romper cosas. Miro a la puerta del consultorio. Quizás ya es hora.

Un paciente sale y A.B. me indica: pase, pase. Dos. Es la oscuridad. Entro.

- Ah, es usted.

Pero no puedo estar en el diván, y tomo asiento a un lado. Entonces veo que hay otro loquero y otro paciente ocupando el mismo espacio, hablando de algo que parece ser muy importante. Guardo silencio.

Tras un rato, regreso a la sala de espera. Ahora la película termina, acompañada de Positively Fourth Street. Sean Penn recupera aquel cassette mágico. En ese momento, yo también estoy en la playa.

El consultorio ha desaparecido y estoy sentado en una explanada de concreto que alguien ha construido frente a un mar gris. Una pared de vidrio a mis espaldas. Una mochila de turista. Creo que compro algo y luego intento lavarme los dientes, hasta encontrar que la pasta tiene sabor a comida, y que por lo tanto es un proceso que nunca termina. Hay que tener cuidado con esas compras en el extranjero.

Subo a un camión. Tras unos minutos de viaje estoy de nuevo en el consultorio. Mucha gente entrando y saliendo de los diferentes cuartos. ¿Es esto un velorio? La alfombra que me hace pensarlo. Van colocando esas largas bancas más propias de una iglesia. Creo ver pasar a una mujer vestida de blanco.

Entonces creo reconocer a A.B. levantándose de su lugar. Me le acerco. Quizás demasiado rápido.

- Disculpe, mi sesión...
- Yo no soy A.B.- me dice - Ella está ahí.

Apunta a otra mujer sentada entre varias personas. El lugar ya está muy lleno. Una ceremonia está a punto de empezar. Puedo percibirlo.

Ella se levanta entre disculpas, como en un cine, y llega hasta donde estoy. Trae un largo vestido de terciopelo rojo en un tono oscuro. Parece una continuación de la alfombra, las vistas de madera, las luces tenues que han acompañado la escena. Una sonrisa con algo de fastidio. En sus manos, un pequeño ramo...

- ¿Entonces usted creía que podía pagarme con sonrisas?

El Cumple!

Globos! Espantasuegras! Sorpresas! Regalos! Tamales! Amigos! Fotos en Flickr.

Otra reseña, ahora en Victim of Time

"The debut album from Monterrey Mexico's premier primal noisesmiths, Los Llamarada has just been unleashed on SS Records. If you're even slightly intrigued by the possibility of weird sounds emanating from south of the border that could evoke the same curiosity as the Nao Wave compilations recently rendered, you should quickly seek out this album and drown yourself in it's murky noise-scapes that pull stringent and ominous tones out of the most mundane instruments available to these demented students. As a part of the colorful, yet underexposed Monterrey lo-fi psyche/punk movement, they are building a name for themselves alongside other regional curiosities like Taladro Supremo, Los Margaritos, Ruidos en el Techo, and Los Fancy Free. By creating their own style of demiurgically aberrant music distantly rooted in actual ancient mysticism cum-No Wave nihilism, it just seems so much more authentic than our domestic offerings. So much so, that it's easy to see why Mexico features so many ancient temples and ruins anticipating a divine arrival from the gods, whereas we're mainly stuck with sweaty televangelists driving gold-plated Cadillacs. Despite their lethargically submerged fidelity quotient, Los Llamarada bend their minds and instruments in such an evil, earthy fashion that your own sober mental state grows instantly muddled and disoriented with each passing track. Even as their inauspiciously barren and desolate songs lurk closer and closer to that brain-scrambling inevitable climax, you can feel your heartbeat flutter and pause with the unsettling anxiety of what comes next. While not everyone is capable of dreaming up this nightmarish crowning stroke of Mexadelic minimalism, the release of their debut album, The Exploding Now, will easily draw attention to their creative juices as they run all over the mountainous landscape of their homeland, seeping into the cracks and opening unseen doors. Is something going on here that's worth taking notice? You bet." Todd Killings, Victim of Time.

El día de hoy

Agradecer la luz, dar las gracias por el nombre de la luz. Pedir su victoria. Caer. Hablar un poco. Saltar. Alturas y profundidades. Una línea que jamás se agota. Una visión de lo necesario. Y su victoria. No es la última vez, ni la primera. Hay muchas posibilidades para la confusión. De todas maneras, lo alcanzado jamás desaparecerá. Contamos con la síntesis y legados en expansión. Un plato de comida.

Dar gracias en cada semáforo y en todas las señales. Un regreso.

Los Llamarada - En la biblioteca del tío de Estrella, ahora propiedad de Edgar

Lunes 9 de abril. Entre libros de historia, economía y religión. Juan y su nueva guitarra Danelectro.

All we are is

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Otra reseña en un blog....

"Most recently it's been the young lads in Los Llamarada securing internet hype from the most worthy of places. Roland over at Siltblog was the first to bite into their debut long-player, The Exploding Now (SS Records, currently on fire) and Dusted's Doug Mosurak followed. Both love the group from Monterrey, Mexico, as they should. The record is quite a jarring listen through and through, as if the youngsters are learning to play and write on the spot with the tape rolling. I could throw out references to Jandek, Teenage Jesus, Cheater Slicks, etc...blah blah outsider this...but honestly, you just have to hear it. Their live show has received numerous thumbs up after only one gig in the states, including slobbering praise from Jared Phillips of Times New Viking, and this LP would get two thumbs up from me if it didn't already have me sucking on one of mine. Will end up on the year-end lists of people smarter than you. A-"

"The Hype Wrangler", Population : Doug Blog.

12:35

i've never wished the death of information
but i want to forget the name and the address
i want the memory i've lost
snatched from my home so many years ago
still waiting at the gate
for my father's car to come

Von Sudenfed - Fledermaus Can't Get Enough

Video del primer single del proyecto de Mark E Smith (líder de The Fall) y los Mouse on Mars, Andi Toma y Jan St. Werner.

Wooden Shjips: Dance, California

Esto es demasiado bueno.

Otra reseña del LP, ahora en Dusted Magazine

Los Llamarada
The Exploding Now LP
(S-S)

"...Has an echoey feel to it like listening to an answering machine tape, and a self-taught vibe that chewed up the Fall at their most obscure, New Zealand experimentalism at its most obtuse, and a lo-fi art/pop cassette underground (or, say, Gang Gang Dance) feel that's all but dissipated in the wake of the '80s and '90s and moved straight on to structure-free realms. There is a backbone here, and its attendant skeleton has grown wild and unpruned. Resist the urge to make lazy comparisons of Los Llamarada to other bands; the stiffness in their songwriting and performance suggests that they are learning as they go along, which makes for some of the most exciting new sounds. I've listened to this one a dozen times and keep finding new things within. 600 copies, white vinyl, silkscreened sleeves. One of the most shocking and unique pieces of agitpunk since the Meta-Matics LP, but way more devastated and angered." Doug Mosurak, Dusted Magazine (New York)

Silversun Pickups - Lazy Eye

Una banda mediana, pero que me recuerda a la gente que quiero desde hace mucho tiempo, incluso a la que no existe. Y a las miradas de complicidad.

Dream #78786674332405434543: La Revolución

Ahora el sueño fue de estar en Cuba. Nos hospedábamos en una casa de piedra blanca. Pocos muebles. Un largo sofá en la sala. Una puerta siempre abierta, mostrando el parque desolado en una colonia lejana. De nuevo, todo parece indicar que estoy en la ciudad interminable de otros sueños. Vagos recuerdos de recorrerla a pie.

Estoy con el grupo, y con nuestros anfitriones, un grupo de celebridades de Monterrey. Estamos platicando inocentemente (cof cof) en la acera cuando un oficial de policía sale de una casa cercana. Camino al interior de la sala y escondo la evidencia bajo el sofá. Me siento con calma a ver la tele. Varios quedaron afuera. Silencio sepulcral.

El oficial ya está en la sala, tratando de captar algún olor en el aire. Luego se acerca a ver mis ojos, y los de Juan. Nos pregunta si conocemos cuál es el castigo para tales delitos. Yo murmuro alguna cosa y asumo que sólo quiere una ayuda económica. Pero por las miradas de nuestros anfitriones descubro que eso implicaría mucho, mucho dinero. El policía se pasea por la sala, haciendo bromas de mal gusto sobre nuestro futuro en la cárcel.

Es entonces que empleo los argumentos más tontos, los que recuerdo todavía horas después:

- Nuestros países siempre han sido amigos. Cuando todos le dieron la espalda a Cuba, México lo ayudó.

Otro:
- Yo creí que este país estaba fundado sobre una idea de Libertad.

O por ejemplo:
- No nos arruine nuestra estancia. Nosotros venimos a divertirnos, a traer divisas, somos turistas.

El peor, inexplicablemente tomando la cadencia de un discurso de Fidel Castro:
- No lo haga por nosotros, mi general. Hágalo por la Revolución. Piense en el destino común de nuestras patrias.

Y lo mejor es que funciona. El oficial cambia el tema y empieza a hablar con Gaby Torres. Pronto sale de la casa. Dios bendiga a la Revolución.

Una linda chica (Herli) me telepatea el clásico "sabía que esto pasaría con ustedes".

Voy a la cocina. Un viejito corta rebanadas de pan.

Tras la tocada del SXSW, y la salida del vinil a la venta...

Muy contento con los comentarios de la tocada de los Llamarada en el South by Southwest. Una en este blog, World of Wumme:

"The best tip of the week though belongs to Mr. Roland Woodbe (go figure?) and his urging to see Los Llamarada, a barely legal group from Monterrey, Mexico that seemed to just discover rock and roll last week. Better yet, they didn't even discover rock or punk, or post-punk or post-rock, or simple noise for that matter, they recently invented it. Teenagers the world round, wash your hands, unite, and give up peacefully."

Otra en Siltblog, de Tom Lax.
"Next up was the best band I seen all weekend, Los Llamarada. They was 5 Mexican teens from Monterrey & they slithered out a loose, noisy set of crud that was somethin like 'Forming' era Germs meet's Brian Gregory era Cramps meets Earcom era Prats. There was about 10 of us in the room & we was all spellbound. They could've pushed us over w/a feather. Muchos Fantasticos. "
Teens cuasitreintones!

Y sobre el LP (The Exploding Now) hay reseñas y comentarios en The Z Gun, en el catálogo de Florida's Dying, el blog de la estación de radio KFJC, en el foro Terminal Boredom y un foro de Sonic Youth.

La referencia en el Austin Chronicle, antes de la tocada:
"Los Llamarada of Monterrey have been "making an awful racket" since 2001. Their DIY approach delivers a dingy sound that's curiously exciting to ears dulled by music overdone by high tech magic. Check out "The Discovery." It's as familiar as mother's milk – scalded and thrown into your fat face!" Belinda Acosta, The Austin Chronicle.

Los Llamarada con Thurston Moore

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Originally uploaded by saganyouth2.

Un encuentro fortuito en una tienda de guitarras. Lo reconocí por la altura :) Le dimos la Compilación Nene Records, él dijo ya haber visitado Monterrey...

En The Blender Balcony at the Ritz. March 17th, Austin TX

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Con una batería prestada por Health CA, unas cuantas cervezas, olas de estridencia, gritos, peticiones de canciones de Shakira, el suelo vibrando. Volveremos.

Al fin de regreso!

Ya volví! Fotos en http://www.flickr.com/photos/saganyouth2

Nos fue realmente bien en la tocada y alcanzamos a ver varios grupos... pero siempre faltan tantos :) Gracias a todos los que nos ayudaron en Austin!!!!

Queremos volver, queremos volver. Y ahora me acaba de llegar un mail donde nos invitan a San Francisco... Pero primero hay que vender los nuevos LPs de Llamarada!

Los arreglos ya hechos

I remember the day that the picture was taken. Para cada quien.

I remember the day that the picture was taken

Lo suficiente como para querer que te salves.

Today and it's gone

Extrañando, extrañando. Las puertas que recuerdo, y ese mismo abrazo.

Dream #88675765467423965: A jury of your peers

En el sueño estoy con Vero y Denisse afuera de una casa del Barrio Antiguo. En realidad no es una casa, sólo una fachada. En el interior, un terreno baldío y algunas piedras aburridas. Madrugada.

Estamos tomando un six. The usual stuff. Risas. Entonces un hombre sale de la casa.

- ¿No se pueden ir a hacer ruido en otro lado?

Nos levantamos. Se supone que no hay nadie hay. Se supone que ni siquiera es una casa.

- Tengan cuidado. ¿No sabían que aquí se aparece un fantasma? - El hombre sonríe de forma macabra. Una casa derrumbada.

Wreckless Eric - Whole Wide World

Ayer fui al cine Raly, Miércoles, 14 pesos. Vi la pelic Stranger Than Fiction (Más allá de la ficción), una de esas producciones que serán reconocidas por cinéfilos del futuro bajo el rubro de "cine postmoderno pseudoindie". Pero muy entretenida y con la presencia de Will Ferrell, Emma Thompson y Dustin Hoffman atrapados en una historia de esas con buen diseño y sountrack divertido (a cargo de un Spoon y de Brian Reitzell, el mismo de Virgin Suicides, Lost in Translation, etc) que incluso incorpora a The Jam y esta linda canción de Wreckless Eric, del elenco de Stiff Records. So I'm thankful.

Bob Dylan - Restless Farewell, para Sinatra

Dylan acudió al concierto del 80º aniversario de Sinatra, pensando tocar algún hit. Pero el viejo Frank pidió que interpretara una casi desconocida canción de los primeros discos del viejo Bob, Restless Farewell, de allá del 64. Quién fuera a pensar que Frank conocía esas rolas... Una suave interpretación de un desafiante brindis de despedida. Oh a false clock tries to tick out my time, to disgrace, distract, and bother me. And the dirt of gossip blows into my face, and the dust of rumors covers me. But if the arrow is straight, and the point is slick, it can pierce through dust no matter how thick.

So I'll make my stand
And remain as I am
And bid farewell and not give a damn.

Dream # 483984938: I was sitting on a bed

Recibí una llamada. Ella estaba muriendo, enloquecida, la voz ronca. Quería drogas.
- ¿Tienes pastillas, coca, lo que sea?
Yo pensé que no era buena idea.
Ella insistía, yo seguía sentado en una cama, pensando que era sólo un sueño.

Waters en Monterrey!

Hace mucho que no veía a alguien fumar tantas cosas raras. But enough about me. Ah, el concierto...

¡Waters en Monterrey! Pues sí, llegué al Estadio Universitario con gran interés por ver qué clase de música podría presentar el director de Pink Flamingos, Hairspray y un largo etcétera. Cuál no sería mi sorpresa al ver que se trataba de Roger y no John Waters. Damn.

Debo decir que lo que vi esa noche fue una gran proeza de habilidad técnica. Pero al fin logré estacionar mi auto, y luego corrí al Estadio. Gente del vuelo corriendo como gallinas descabezadas mientras buscaban la entrada que les correspondía. Vendedoras de semillitas, hot dogs, playeras. Polecías. La gente coreando en el interior. Corrí hacia el interior como... un ave determinada. Cof, cof, notad la diferencia. Ok, basta de chistes malos.

Me parece... no, no me parece: aclaro, declaro, decreto que fue un error presentar el Dark Side of the Moon, que precisamente tiene las rolas donde uno puede extrañar más la presencia del buen Dave Gilmour. Waters se mantuvo en su personaje de playera negra, y alcanza mejor las notas que en la gira del In The Flesh, o tiene menos miedo de usar playback. Estaba acompañado de sus cuates de la chamba, incluyendo a un clon del Fher de Maná. Fue salvado por la presencia de Snowy White (que llegó a tocar con los Floyd en las gira del Animals y fue además parte de la infamous surrogate band en The Wall) y Andy Fairweather - Low, eterno discípulo / esclavo de Eric Clapton, the Cocaine King. Además, Jon Carin, antiguo asalariado de la pandilla Gilmour (del Momentary Lapse al Pulse), las chicas cantoras, el baterista de Procol Harum... y el hijo de Roger Waters en los teclados. Y un saxofonista por a'i. Todos muy atareados en tocar el disco. Y por lo visto les gustó tanto que tenían que tocarlo casi e xac ta men te.

El público se emocionó hasta la lágrimas al ver el cerdito volador decorado con frases anti Bush, anti muro fronterizo. Otro elemento destacado fue una piránmide, perdón, pirámide laser que salió por ahí al final del disco, para luego emitir luces de colores que regresaron al público regiomontano a la minoría de edad. Nunca había estado tan cerca de mi estéreo.

El final fue mucho mejor, con un fragmento de The Wall en el que se derrochó la pasiòn ausente en el Dark Side. Se ajustó mejor al formato y lo aprovechó, quizás porque fue precisamente diseñada para ser escenificada, y no tocada. También se permitieron variaciones sobre la versión original, quizás porque en esas piezas lo importante es sostener cierta intensidad y ambiente, no papel tapiz de apoyo alucinógeno. Habrá que esperar una gira de The Wall para el 2009, trigésimo aniversario del disco. Ahí creo que estará más chido ver cómo le ponen play.

En el intermedio vendían tacos al pastor. ¿O eran de arrachera? Y varios policías se llevaron a alguien durante Comfortably Numb, supongo creando un trip muy memorable para el involucrado. Uno para contárselo a los nietos (y probablemente lo hizo, al día siguiente).

Me quedé con ganas de pedirle un autógrafo a alguna de las pantallas, en especial a la de la izquierda. I also liked the sound system. No recuerdo otra tocada donde la gente se pusiera a corear los efectos de sonido. Y nunca me había costado tanto un karaoke.

Ok, esa frase ya la usé en el Fotolog. Damn!

P.S. Fue un gran alivio encontrar mi carro justo donde lo dejé.