tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51152672011-04-21T19:29:42.693-07:00the flags, above them, can we go? de repentesaganyouthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07299493447878512103noreply@blogger.comBlogger5321100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115267.post-31331760597852025892009-03-30T14:28:00.000-07:002009-03-30T14:29:45.373-07:00

a shot still an echosaw your father diefebruary ninthno promise for resurrectionan idea falls an idea falls

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Now falling into immersional timeNow taking my chancesin the charm offensive

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promises not truei told herthe only thing we'll needis coke and candy

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

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Tell meare you being savedaway from the darknessand into the fire

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You were my friendwhen i was down then up againyou were my bloodwhen even light made sure i would be gonenow i've got younow i am youinside my face

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I walked up northnot for a moment i thoughti would have to switchoffall of my mightwent into forgetting the dream i hadwe were hiding so closewaiting for the ships to goa movie was madea sinking surprisewhile you were just a passenger inside your headi held a handi was a handwalking dead blindinto the limits of soundin lost parksin the bright ideal sunin lost parksin the bright ideal sun

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This won't matter anymoredon't make me floatdon't leave me hanging therewhat is the price i must paywhat are the wordsi can never sayThis won't matter anymorethere is no difference to be found yetTrapped by the proseBut it has no meaning no meaningno meaning at allMy dreamgirl justput me to sleepThe happiest things you've knownwill kill you in the end

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for all i knowand all i carethey might as wellbe deadi just sitand bangmy headand othersstill liveunder the wavethere's a manwho fellout of a windowand into the seai could listen to himrecitinga shopping listi also believein the escalatorover the hill

saganyouthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07299493447878512103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115267.post-22925808435772015232008-04-14T10:50:00.000-07:002008-04-14T10:54:00.337-07:00

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.

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Traverse, Recollect, Pinpoint:A video game existence.On the FrontHe Represents;I accuseLike an apparition.Where is Michel GondryIn my time of Need?

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

saganyouthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07299493447878512103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115267.post-67198084283394298412008-04-10T12:11:00.000-07:002008-04-10T12:14:57.722-07:00

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!

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La hubiera visto aunque se tratara de cualquier otra cosa.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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

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

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

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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.

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

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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

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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

saganyouthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07299493447878512103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115267.post-38347204266342134822008-04-02T03:26:00.000-07:002008-04-02T03:27:59.593-07:00

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

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

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I'm looking at it, I am.

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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?

saganyouthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07299493447878512103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115267.post-74310434048262351082008-04-02T03:13:00.000-07:002008-04-02T03:16:03.240-07:00

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

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Aww come the fuck ON!

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i want the sequelwhen i woke upi had become a twenty - seven year old girli want the sequelto becomei want the sequelto become

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"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

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for the third timea stranger in tearsmy aunt's mothershe married a maneighteen years oldwe all said he had to liegray hair in his templesa christian by designan unknown storea taxi fleetthey hired a detectivehe was my twinmy aunt's mothershe couldn't decidestayed in her chairhad to face the world upside downthe doctor said her eyesthe doctors said they would never memorizeshe just signed alland

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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.

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this is your servantcalling from silencesilence talking to silencei've seen you in the wide open spacesi have seen you in the smallest chaos of daily routinealways outside the mirroralways waiting outsideanotherbigcomedowni have a messagei'm still herei know there is no missionbut to start againto be the eyes and the earsi'm still therei keep the connectionanotherbigcomedownyour servantyour day -

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hopelessly devoted to youhappiness makes me suspecta force like thiscannot be trueand i said you were minefreedomis never knowing who you arefreedomis never being what they wanti looked in the distancechased you on a pillowwhispers would followfrom every angleinside the wallswish i could say you were minetook you handfound myself a different facea sudden nameto this city i say helloto the city i

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gotta switch the sky

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i have the promise of the lighti can feel iti have the promise of the light within mei hope not growinganywaya million years of lies and murdersomeone told you about times past, an ideal planthe only thing i can say is i'm sorryi can feel iti can almost run with itwe can sell itwe can fake itwe can sell itwe can fake itwe can sell itwe can fake itwe can sell itwe can fake itsome go outsome just

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Pero hoy no.Y mañana tampoco.

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where are you?what's the use of everything else?to be the eyes and the earsto remind us allto continue the viewi don't know how to stop

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in the hallways and in the grasswe plotted we lied and we lovedwe discovered the nineties sunyou were silent, i was shyrode the bus, a last embracethe next day i was ready to forget yr facemonterrey youthsome go outsome just fadei just think of wasting my dayfound ourselves stuck on mudmet her during the dot.com boomdreaming of a master's in spaincrossed the distancelead the fight, it was only a

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i foreseei predictthe coming instabilitysaw you receiving foreign messagescrossed the doordialed your name, your numberi never heard it ranga different kind of propreading the favorite magazineof those who haven't lefttheir parent's homei was a flagbeware of peripheral confessionseach small truth hides a bigger liarand iintercepted secret callsyou were tracking down achievementswishing away

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Hey kid hey girlhey get a roomshe said freedomis never being who you arestand with mestand so freestand with mewho's gonna bebroken?freedomnever finding youawake with mefreedomnever holding youfor the nightthe first one is herethe second one escapedthis is how a chair is madehey kid hey girlstay where you areforget the truthforget about youi'll just runi'll just runi'll just run

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The best lie you ever told was MEI have all of your picturesI have all your questionsThey gave me a signalI told I told you beforeThe same eyes, a simple suggestionHeld on in the party, closerWent back with your arms in my pocketAnd I believeDanger! WriterAnd I believeDanger! WriterThe rescue arcadeA cathedral I guessA promise I keptLean on me - RememberKill them all, kill them allKill them all,

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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.

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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

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Ahora el sueño de la guerra, tuve que entrar al cuarto de comando, creo que al final fui el encargado de rendirnos. PeroPeroNunca 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, peroyo me encargaré de ello.

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have you heard aboutchrist the followerhe said openall your woundsi've never seena deadlinei wouldn't passhave you seen those creatures of the night?there's a girlstanding in the darkclose your eyesclose your eyesclose your eyeson mehave you heard about A.about her big sacrificeonce one of the few linesthat made me stay alivecan you believebelievebelievein christthe follower

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The Costello situation.

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

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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.

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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.

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i think of myself as a killeri think of myself as a guni think of myself as a killeri think of myself as a guni said don'ti said don'ti think of myself as a killeri think of myself as a guni think of myself as a killeri think of myself as a guni said don'ti said don'ti said walk i said comei said walk i said comei said come i said comethen i was gone

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i was fighting demonsgargoyles, gold prospectorsfinally thrown into a cornerthen wandering the San Rafael gloomand she was absorbed by the couchso tallabsorbed by the couchso sadwe fell, slippedi continued a battleawoke with the same screamand only half of her bodyshe was absorbed by the couchnow i'm trying to decideshould i choose sides?should i let go?i'm fighting demonsi'm finding them so

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should be invited to the opening of a bridgei stayed in bed the whole dayi have friends working for me in outer spaceit's what i mean it's what i was supposed to saywith the turning of the way

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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.

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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.

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

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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.

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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.

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Graham Fellows y dos de sus personajes. Aquí Jilted John, en plena era punk.Y décadas después, como John Shuttleworth y su teclado Yamaha.

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safe in ityou'll never knowi'm only dreaminga movement, spacethe distance to the floorwe get thereand start againjust the three of usand start againbut as for mei'm just the shining seawe would have such fun, steel stormsall the books we we should read, glasses smashingso many places to seeso many people to eatit's hard, i knowyou've never tried to bake bread with ashesthis is different, the

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lucy i made you a drawingi made you the skylet me crawl into yr bedroomthis is gonna be alrightlucy will wakelucy will forget all about melucy will speaklucy won't thinkwhat's good for mei'm waiting for that momenti have all the answerswaiting in my handi will rescuei will rescuei will stop yr fallwe will get a set of wingse-mail changed my lifei was just a simple

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there is light and there is mei've carried this plot for as longas you made me think i was freei will build iti will build itall you happy facestrying to escape alivethere is something i can tell youall of you will be dead tonightthe way is hardi have no choicethe perfect crimemy territoryi will build iti will build ita chance to become another

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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

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"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,

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Por si acaso.

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lucy i made you a drawingi made you the skylet me crawl into yr bedroomthis is gonna be alrightlucy will wakelucy will forget all about melucy will speaklucy won't thinkwhat's good for mei'm waiting for the momenti'm waiting for that momenti have all the answerswaiting in my handi will rescuei will rescuei will stop yr fallwe will get a set of wingslucy, you will killlucy, you will forget about

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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

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"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

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El puro rock and noise!

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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 nonecesariamente indispensable! Lo

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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...

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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)

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"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

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"Break the Silence by Los LlamaradaThis 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

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"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

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"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

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Lo que ha estado dando vueltas.Para bajar aquí.

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"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

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

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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.

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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

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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.

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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.

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Una parvada de señores apocalípticos.

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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...

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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.

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"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

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

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El veinteañero Zach Condon fue devorado por la cultura europea.

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Eso es, escuchando su nuevo disco, The Con.

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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

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http://www.cufon.org/cufon/fmovsnsa.htmhttp://www.theozfiles.com/ufos_subrosa4.html

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Wyatting.

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Acústico y eternamente bajo una gorra.

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