- Dai. The Leis something ... Come on, I can not remember the name
- The Leisure Society!
- But how much do you know! Them!
You can not say that 2009 has also reserved some surprises, and do not stop stuprmi running out of his own time stream, so that these days I can to overtake the minute figures in embarrassing and discover unexpected moments of ecstatic stupor interspersed with pure fun.
E 'was the case of The Leisure Society , I listened more carefully now that I found myself having to be interviewed, and I was excited as never before (what is the difference? In car stereo could not reach me in the dark of night as the headphones?) with their melodies so complex and sophisticated, yet poignant and direct, like a fleet of red-hot darts arrows pointing directly in unison towards a single target: the heart . And I had already written my year-end rankings! "The last of the melting snow" is merita assolutamente il primo posto!"
Sorprese rimaste in fondo alla saccoccia del 2009 come le ultime briciole più speziate e appetitose di una bustina di patatine consumata molto lentamente, tanto che un Natale sereno e tutto sommato disteso più che aspettarlo me lo sognavo! (Ogni anno Natale uguale gente incazzata perchè non trova appagato l'alto carico di aspettative).
Le biglie più colorate erano in fondo al sacchetto, come la voce di Gorla che dopo due anni dal gracidare ranocchiante ha tirato fuori il cigno che era dentro di se (non poteva essere che un animale stecco) tanto da get really excited with its Gjea & The Holy Ghost (The Next Generation) at Bronson with a show that Neil Young at his age if he dreamed, winning, for me, the trophy of most American Italian band among the under 20 ... but also 30. From swan ... Albatros! Merighi A gentleman of the runway from the crowd pumped beyond belief has made us dream for 25 minutes in a good selection of the most indiballabile and less obvious or at least guessed it could gather enough in recent years sparking zero as the crowds would not even Fat Boy Slim could, beating all competitors in one night between older and brats. "Bologna" rulez!
I "The Clever Square have finally had their" Big Time ", presenting (to my great joy) so many new songs in a show that has charge and confidential atmosphere with Henry already an integral part of the band perfectly. (I finally got the opportunity to hear the latest masterpiece "Colossal Castle Space Punk." If the name is correct!)
Today came Porlock recording "Total Groupie" and "Valentine Disco Night (which is a bit 'more' calm and disc with respect to video) . The superpianista was pretty quiet. The calm before the storm, like Tsunami? I hate to think what could happen in the next 3 days!
Some time ago, like in 1998, I wrote a song inspired by one of my favorite anime, "Kodomo no Omocha" (got to do this time WildHear t, as the monkey he had attacked him). To be honest I had thought about a song a bit 'to the Cranberries friend who could sing. Apart a demo is absolutely delusional (10 years ago were still incredibly worse) that track had settled in the depths of the goldfish bowl that is my memory. With a musical taste
completametne idiosincronico and distorted, from time to time I returned to the demo, and I always listened to with pleasure. I'll tell you more! Recently I have even put to strum the guitar, marveling to find out ... which is still pretty cool!
Perhaps the new 2009 demo is a bit 'too elettrotristona ... but I think it's still a good step towards a future release. What do you think? Here it is:)
Quello di suonare un giorno con i The Magic Mushrooms era un vero e proprio sogno. E i sogni - ora lo sappiamo - a volte possono anche concretizzarsi con lo stesso peso di un macigno che ti sta per cadere in testa. Ed è per questo che, poco prima di quattro ore dal magico evento, vengo a sapere che sì: ce la può fare anche una scimmietta di plastica che batte i piatti, figuriamoci io a suonare glocken e synth con solo un'ora per ascoltare e provare i pezzi! :)
Che figata! Per una volta starsene li' in disparte, fare fare tutto agli altri, e cercare di rimanere impassibili holding back the laughter as Casio Carla of Futuristic Retro Campions . Impromptu backing vocals in the landscape of Glocken. Frapiccini had decided that there were, then there have been: D (another thing I've always enjoyed a lot: to do backing vocals).
The pretext was that the annual appointment with the Cristmas Pop's Day, "Indienatale" held by the legendary DJ AirPop. The stage was beautifully set up with decorations, lights flashing, and even a Christmas tree worthy to steal the scene (actually did not take long). Service and service from fear, thanks to the saint of the boy David Diagonal , The availability versatile and exponentially, so much to offer us beers (guys, I'm going, use the stapler as well), leave the Diago available to try, to provide all the equipment, to "make sounds. What do you want? Frapiccini starts to mention "Boys & Girls" by Blur, and I'm back singing. But now the charismatic leader of Magic Mushrooms ( A Nice Person ) we call to order: "Guys ... if we take the path of cazzeggiano is the end ..." . THEY are quite safe. I do the songs I've never tried, so 'I insist on repeating them all at least a couple of times, studying it could provide as a complementary tool di più (le armoniche e l'ukulele proprio neanche a spintonarli) e cercando di memorizzare un paio di note.
Robbie ci porta a mangiare la pizza più buona di Forlì, ci facciamo attendere con ultraritardo come delle dive sciatte e consumate, arriviamo ad un Diago gremitissimo e dopo poco cominciamo con "Walk Away Renèe" , la cover dei Left Banke (Manuel durante il soundcheck del violino ha cacciato fuori dei suoni talmente belli che c'era da armarsi di Tempo per asciugare i goccioloni). L'apoteosi? Quando Bando degli AirPop è salito sul palco per cantare il classico degli Smiths "Please Please Please" . Un'ovazione. Il Diago came down. The crooner from Forli, after the performance, he glissando with the usual class: "I was playing at home ..." .
Fortunately, the concert is all slipping away yarn in a very short time ("Already finished all the songs? EVVA!"), And the evening continued in the company of Indienatale AirPop dell'impeccabile selection, including a slice of Panettone mascarpone and a story about when Junior's all the rage in town with his rock band. Just a nice seratina. Bella Mushrooms!
"It 's pretty cool!" ~ (Henry, the new drummer for The Clever Square to the question "How does it feel to play in The Clever Square)
So. Where was I? Back as the balls of the dog, eh?" I think our main of yes. We try to pull the strings (which throws the first bucket).
The concert Art Brut was just wonderful ( see report here). The band Argos continues to improve as the ground loses fans album after album (this is the curse of the British bands protected by NME ). I was very pleased to see an old friend and agree with her are not even aware that Art had made a third album before you get to Bronson that evening. Fantastic girl who danced in front of the stage throughout the evening. I did talk to the guitarist. He had said very happy to close a very long tour just to Bronson, as the other dates (especially all'Hana many years ago) were great fun and welcome calmorosa ... but were also particularly keen to return home after an American tour that took his life! Applaud the patience of the engineer who, with more worthy of supreme calm Zen master held bay to the boy insisted that the opening band to start again later ( "Look, you're not Radiohead in London. If people come late to the cinema the film does not expect" ). In short: I'm sorry I missed the Airpop (appointment with them and the Magic Mushroom Wednesday for the traditional XMas Pop! to Diagonal ) but to see play for the first time "Passenger" has no had taken. A trick for your ass to this Iggy Pop that it becomes the only track where instead of dancing I kept folded in two from the belly laugh.
That of Brightblack Morning Light ( report here) at the 'Workshop 49 was a really unusual night, in a way that most will remember with pleasure this winter, thanks to the decision unique to decide to open the doors of the Workshop into a cold Monday, where only people who really took the music was presented ("Music gets the people as toghether) socializing as it could have only an old farmhouse in a Bay mountain, finding a bit of heat inside the bowels nice sipping hot punch and alcohol. Opening the Brighblackkessa "Rio en Medio . Women's icy beauty under the skin of a bear that reveals only the eyes of chiaggio ( oh-oh-oh ) and a few strands of blond hair. Just that. shelved soon with some folk harmonica made more uncertain by step I do not know what substance in a liquid or gaseous imballatissimo stage, the girl neo redeeming the roots of New Mexican folk alternative maternal indications mixer sighs the man of burial only partly sung, accompanied by moments that seem endless a strange giant ukulele song to song will sing for the one agreement which she used to accompany him in his medieval ballad / psicointimistico chorus / song invented at random on the spot.
Rimango perplesso e imbarazzato trattenendo qualsiasi giudizio, sentendomi al centro di un universo di tendenza e alternativo in cui sono io vittima di ripetuti ascolti di Beatles e Elvis Costello che non capisco un cazzo, fino a quando Franchini e Cola, forse anche loro un po' esitanti e in cerca di conferme, mi riportano con le loro perplessità a riancorarmi verso una rassicurante stabilità mentale.
Abbiamo goduto abbastanza della criptica bellezza distorta dell'angelica Danielle Stech-Homsy, quando tocca al gruppo di punta del ragazzo, che la vuole questa volta collocata con tre dita della mano sinistra alle tastiere facendo rimpiangere la gloriosa Linda Eastman. Dopo solo due hours of the afternoon soundcheck used to ensure that the cosmic resonance of the drums do not correspond to the vibrations of the nipples clelesti Rachael Hughes, with skin and clothing immersed in the projection of waste production Kubrichiana the best part of the oblique psychedelia Brightblack Morning Light with Nathan Shineywater so stoned that he can not even figure out what's going on when the microphone to sing and does not show any sign of psychedelia, while drums and percussion alternate crossing in asynchronous sidereal happenings that make the ultimate Ultra for nostalgic psychedelia (that musical movement for which you are so caught up in following the time of the clock hand that does not grant you everything that you're cirondando).
It was night and day came. The turn of Clever Square (review here) . I was so sick that I could not really even thinking about leaving home. Thank goodness my fearless friends Robbie and Seek are passed to take power.
Just to let you understand the absurdity of the thing beyond my being sick. The weather last night was ... so!
Less 9 degrees. But it was cool to be there. Local: packed. Teenager. Historically, the phrase Robbie: " Here you can not help but feel a little 'pedophile with age tarot" . To give an idea. The new line of Clever yesterday - will be the fault of the new Ste low - it was very Pixies! The band has brought many new songs and old classics. The new drummer very precise and punctual, did not really wrong at once. We expect the band to "Try Bronson, not before leaving you to this wonderful little gem that is checked by a crock of kids from behind the scenes: " But do you think the lyrics mean something? "No, why not those of the Beatles for example meant a dick " . Let it be.
As always time less than zero. I wrote a new song. It is part of the "Lotto" which is now out of that historic night when I decided to turn off the radio in the car and try to challenge myself to see what I could pull out of interest only singing, for once, starting from the melody then add the lyrics. This piece then in my head for months. And finally 'been "liberated." I also thought parts of the text, and I knew what he was talking. Friday evening I wrote the whole song, sabato l'ho incisa. Ecco qui la prima demo.
" She was a girl with a mind on her own She wasn'tsure she was wake and alone Off on the floor was she called by the night Fading from a curtain on her humble dressing gown Here she's walking Sleepwalking
Night birds and shadows are amazed and turn their heads on while the girl keeps on walking
Souls locked in prison are amazed by such a vision still hey won't do the talking and the girl keeps on walking Through the park and the cold rails Far away from the montains She's walking Sleepwalking
Bedtime stories Will fad out in the morning but the girl keeps on walking
Moon ground crowling just to see things falling on the way of her strolling but the girl keeps on going
She was a girl with a heart sour and kind She was so tired of a life so untied She closed her eyes as she laced off high tops" Turning to a sudden she's back from Where She started
I just say that I spent a great Saturday night (ART! BRUT! TOP OF THE POP!) Which will be discussed later and I spent the afternoon writing a song for this group of friends, "Le Moulin Blanc who will take part in the project " Neo Italo Movement . You can listen to a demo here . Cheers!
E 'was fun to play Gioda (Gran bel posto, suggestivo, palco bello grande, si presta molto ai concerti) con i Tiny. Orario desueto. Ultimamente ci capitano solo cose sgaffe. Così dopo il binomio Zonda/Leffe a mezzanotte i Tiny Tide al completo si sono teletrasportati in zona ape(ritivo).
La cosa che mi ha fatto più piacere? Suonare davanti a tanti amici! Questa volta eravamo quasi al completo, compreso i vecchi membri della prima formazione dei Tiny che facevano il tifo, cantavano le canzoni vecchie (Porlock, che è ancora presente nelle realizzazioni in studio per Febrero mi ha rimproverato per non avere detto "oooooh! Catchy!") e si entusiasmavano per le nuove ("Silver Star" e "Top", despite my version solistacustica were a bit 'too hasty and nervous).
Especially good for "Needful Things" (while I ate a piece of Ronta and mic did not start with "Go Ego Go") and absolutely explosive "Valentine Disco Night", which I think is the first time we propose live. At least so well!
The other exciting thing was seeing the audience ... owners of other premises in which we played! Accumulated an hour late on the start of the concert (Mic phenomenal that, once we had finally all went away quietly to smoke a cigarette!) We had to cut on a lineup mileage.
"Guys, we have time only for another song, we Mask February or Me?"
not believe it. February, the glorious battle cry ... and 'was knocked down' by the tower's weight with ease! Citing Porlock "Mask Mask Me Me Me Mask" is the final new song:)
Thanks to everyone who participated in the evening. Have you gassed bad:)
Tempo fa, tipo anno scorso, io e Alessandro Paderno (anche Paolino, vah!) avevamo imbastito uno speciale Geek Radio veramente speciale sul Natale in Giappone e in Svezia. C'eravamo talmente divertiti che Alessandro mi aveva proposto di coinvolgere band indie pop giapponesi per uno speciale Natalizio inedito. Le cose poi sono rotolate come dovevano rotolare, e quindi le ho lasciate rotolare... avvisando le band che non se ne sarebbe fatto più niente.
Tuttavia.
Gli HajimePop erano veramente desiderosi di condividere la loro canzone di Natale con il Mondo, e così mi sono abbassato a fare una delle cose che detesto di more: a Christmas song! The peculiarity of the songs? Their "Kira Kira Star" can be the equivalent of "Twinkle twinkle little star", but "Kill the Death Star." My only talking about Wayne Coyne, which celebrates Christmas on Mars!
If you want to hear this duo loony Christmas music, here is the address of the split:)
Finally, after a very forgettable parentheses pages most depressing of my physical health, returned to the moments of life and fun. Call them if you want excitement. Robbie Friday was crazy enough to trust me and take me to ' Officina 49 to see this living legend of Mike Watt (of which I wrote here )
public for special occasions (I was glad to return to the Office, was a long time since we set foot) was a nice opportunity to see some 'familiar faces that I missed, and in particular ... Breissss Mister (Mr. Brace), my start to the worship of Ariel Pink ("I mean ... you want to tell me that before you recensissi had never heard before? Incredible ... ) who in turn scored a point from a long distance by signing a contract with 4AD , finally finding a just recognition of his persistence and consistency of music. And so I learn that Brace, former music journalist for Rollingstone Magazine and leader of the Tafuzzi Records, has had time to go to America and open a brief resume his international music, founding the intermittent "Mr. Brace & His Crooked teeths" , the extract of music.
Mike was accompanied by the equally virtuous Stefano Pilia (full volume) and Andrea Belfi (Rosolina Mar), which gave us a musical excursion that dream has flown from Punk Rock to passing progressive for alt-rock with thankfully brief period of reading Emedioclementi Styla (S'infatti many years and noticed a strange presence in alpianoinferioredella room, a strange bearded figure, but cured in all ghingeri tighter battery Andrea Belfi).
Exciting. I can not even take the piss (Mike, not Emidio) because of its unbalanced shots from animal-Crazy Cow Syndrome, after I learned that a serious illness made him unable to play bass and he managed to return to wonder with such technical and sentiment after a tough rehabilitation in which he strongly believed J Mace.
So many people seemed to be there simply because it was the event of the week, and confidential candor admitted that he made a little 'two baskets, but the lovers and lovers of such techniques were actually taken in their world, where it did not matter that the musicians were so 'good, but that there were pans stuck in line next to the cow bell, the bow of the violin was used for the guitar, the skins of the drums were incredibly drawn.
The next day, and I Mic Leffe, adjusting the Tiny Tide configuration White Tides , we went to play in the worst bar in Caracas ( "Mic, I'll wait in the car. If anyone destroys me the fuck up and take notice that I'm going to play on the beach ... "). And I asked the daughters! "What the fuck does it say a comment like that?" . The response was almost zen: "What you have to play louder" .
The concert solo for drums, harmonica and guitar was exceptional. Do not think so. Probably the best ever! The blues intro, the voice that finally felt, Yoshimi never tried it with Michele ( "At one point, instead of doing the second part of Kitty Jesus makes a break and go straight, hold and look at the same time when Out "), friends who were so nice to come in droves to make a roar of Ciccone (also on the concert of Mando Diao suspended: P) Song2 dapaura! (On the other hand "Handle Me With Care" and "Walk Away Renee" I have not heard of them), two guitars with the strings pulled that forced me to make a gesture as a crazy with "A Song for EMI" only drums, vocals and harmonica (and good that is coming!) and make an aftershow at the insistence of the owner of the premises with Mic Leffe helped by a friend on drums and me on the ropes remaining Gretsh hand on distorted guitar solos and rhythmic beating and be there on the actual facts of tear the label "White Tides" (by White Stripes) to "I Zondini Miro's" .
short, running at about virtuosity, with a little gas, with a portion of solo drums that we had prepared for the tail of "Do Mean It's A Mess," in which MIC has given the best of if. Anything could have happened that evening that we were gassed by the large. Or maybe it was that we were terrified by the large, can not remember! The closure has been given back to the cover, with "Bye Bye Love" Everly Brothers of followed by a version of REM Triston "Sleeping in Your Hands" of Elisa .
Just a really great evening. Although the best memory fun is to Phil who tells of his "raids" on the walls with Londoners on the comment caustically that coined the laconic replies: "Not Anymore" .
Without friends cheering this absurd concert party at midnight near the river has lost half of its magic. I want to thank everybody really.
How was the concert of Piroth ? Very exciting! Nina Johanna and I talk almost daily on the Internet since we met last year, and I was very pleased to see the very active Swedish sisters in a long time. Added values \u200b\u200b... The first concert I saw in the "Jungle" of Lego! (Very impressive until you leave the lights are lowered and the red lights, and alternating light side there is more usual).
opened by a group picked up by the sisters from the ... Switzerland! All members are also very nice. He feels that, although young, have the makings of professionals. There are six elements and play in unison as one voice. Live truly impressive. are called "Death of a Cheerleader" ( "I do not know if we play tomorrow or go home. I need to check the mail" ).
not only assured me that has absolutely nothing to do with Heroes (who have never seen), but that goes back to an underground movie with Donna in Beverly Hills (who have never seen). Are based on neo menate postpunk and various alternatives, but (yet another surplus) (who have never seen) having regard to the location of the miniature Lego, the songs were presented in a beautiful dress clothes sound. Very clever!
Piroth The smart and charismatic as usual, with their increasingly multimedia adventure around Europe by train (it's all documented in near real time with videos and photos on their blog ) producing an legacy audio-visual-narrative in which even Wim Wenders' Until The End Of The World. " The CD is even better, where we witness, than of onset, with changes in musical devoted to small trials and a pop winking confidentially (recurring) (who have never seen) who do not mind at all, and make you fantasize about the potential of biondisismo blue eye duo.
only flaw: the cafoneria of the people, never been so distracted and noisy. We hope to megabis to Mattatioio , with our heroes returning from Taranto (but pronounced like Toronto) (who have never seen), with the council to remedy "Safe Heaven" and memorize "Only for Tonight".
The thing that pleased me more to play with Tiny Tide L Avigna was definitely the sound, with all the wooden walls caressing the subtle nuances and absorb the blows CEH Mic Leffe fired on drums, with a voice that would eventually be a decent output, if it were not for the fact that ... it was spitefully gone!
The low Manuel, the new vintage amplifier box, that's cool never seen, and together with superversatile new guitar to Dendrix have contributed a lot to enhance the sound.
Before any of us, but after the show was given to Dendrix all'heavymetal and Nicolas on drums. Not just considering that you do not pay the ticket! It was clear that Nicolas, a strong supporter that I am always delighted to meet (at the level of absurdity mental wave we are on the same line, except that I did not need to drink to tune its frequency), was to combine one of its . So I do not have time to 5 minutes away from Clint (my acoustic guitar) that I find it tumbling to the ground covered with beer. Rock'n'roll!
I was also very pleased with the atmosphere very relaxed and peaceful that there was. Everything went smoothly, even when the Boss has decided to delay stranded in the middle of "Mask Mask Me Me Me Mask" , the guys have very well continued without batting an eyelid.
The mega initial intro bowler now has become my favorite part of the show, but I was also very pleased to play for the first time "AAA" , that really sends me to another planet (Planet Rock?).
We thought people had enough of a lineup so long, instead called for a truly did not want to end up more!
The evening ended, at least for me, along with pizza Seek in (the only open till 2 am in Cesena), talking about how we post-snob young jocks listen to music when very young and the young forward is not even about things that fossilize our grandparents. So we have a little 'rice (despite the love-respect for those bands) on this fanaticism that revolves around bands like Wilco and Polvo. The POWDER, DICK! WILCO! But who the fuck them know, we said. "You've never heard them on Radio DeeJay Polvo Have you ever seen the Wilco from Ventura?". "I mean ... I listened to them attached to the radio ten years ago in Stereonotte ... but the others?".
But I had to think again! The Polvomania , which seemed as unreal as the fog thickened within the Bronson, there was a consistency palpabilissima. People come from all over the north in tears (at least in the first file) crying "was ten years waiting for this moment. TEN YEARS." We had to wait!
I Polvo ! Impossibile non amare una band così modesta nonostante la presa sulla nicchia a livello mondiale e l'indiscutibile talento, una band che sale sul palco col sorriso sulle labbra rimbalzandosi commenti del tipo:"Ma cos'è tutta questa nebbia?", "Ma riuscite a vederci?", "Ash... dove cazzo sei?". DEI GRANDI, con più presenza ora che dieci anni fa sulle foto sbiadite di Rokkerilla. Un po' ti vergognavi, nonostante l'amore insensato, non calcolato, animale, istintivo per le canzoni, di stare in mezzo a fan venuti così lontano, che cantava in perfetta asincronia con la band di luci e ombre di mondi interiori malati come se si trattasse di "Hey Jude", e che riconosceva album di provenienza e canzoni da ogni più insospettabile nota d'inizio. Ma che show! Con la sorpresa di vedere dal vivo concretizzarsi con la stessa resa l'energia e l'assurda capacità perfettamente impeccabile e sbilenca di album che si svelano senza trucchi ne inganno, con un affiatamento invidiabile sotto un impianto luci mai perfetto come ieri sera.
Detto che quel pazzo di Brian Quast, che ci ha regalato un assolo assolutamente fantascientifico, per quanto mi riguarda è il batterista dell'anno, è che al secondo bis la gente gridava in lacrime "ANYTHING!!!" e "MY SHARONA! LOUIE LOUIE! WHATEVER!", chiudo questa consuetamente rapida quanto prolissa parentesi dicendo che ringrazio l'entità superiore che gestisce nut with a random thirty-six faces of our lives for letting me come home free with all that fog there was. Even out of Bronson.
Polvovideo 1 But now I'm still standing and with tons of episodes of television series in which catch up, thanks largely to Paso
Go see if you still have time,
this wonderful film
Saturday with a better output Ballotta. I really enjoyed the concertodi
Jay the Late . You can read something in the vocabulary here . I was in form! (You could see?) So fit that I left the phone in the car of Demetrius! : D
Among other things, my friends from Ferrara, that I did not know why one of them had changed his hairstyle and looked more like avid Hasselhoff, Compagnoni, who seemed to become more young Pullo, which in turn sends me encrypted on the meta-proof phone Da Vinci Code, Stephen Pony Space, which says that the last album the Flaming Lips have lost us, and we mean we have lost fan , Seek after making a spectacular entrance Transpadana Ravenna-Bologna nasando an unexpected reversal that brought the pole to be mitteleeuropeo and Bronson's Cove Provincial Beko evaporating cigarettes indoors (in the sense that he had his cap and wool down the hall) and Robbie Ale while I could not help revealing that the part of Team Geek Glasses, Paso and Ele that sorption our fantateorie on why people are not happy pussy and attack me - as I was saying - New diseases cathode.
On ... I try to put me now even. The concert? Some said they were a bit 'repetitive and see the Beatles play on the roof of EMI Corp was more exciting, but I also agree with those who pointed out that 40 minutes so drawn and engaging averebbero amused even those who are not fond of general. The best around in the absence of the Ramones.
Machinarium has great qualities. A wonderful graphics, a mechanism for the original games, puzzles and a segment at a very refined sound. But also large defects. Low durability, texture absent at the beginning and trivial (although I think deliberately) in the performance, no doubt charisma, sometimes unintuitive gameplay.
In the early hours of play I thought 'what a show! Who knows what happens next. " I'm still waiting for that later. For heaven's sake Machinarium worth to be played (and enjoyed), but his biggest fault is to drag without much involvement in the vicissitudes of our robot.
Here. Machinarium is a cool game, and are of little use comic memories of our alter ego. Perhaps more of an exercise video game aesthetic that thrilling adventure.
Clearly, when it comes to promoting my music jerk, 5 sec. for a copy + paste always find them! : D
The other day I was surprised to find myself mentioned on a piece of text in one of my songs (for now perhaps the most successful). I got it the desire to pick up a bit 'all the versions that we had arrived before the final and packaged. Enjoy! :)
The fact that I find myself writing a few words on these pages telematics reviewing a concert within a week speaks volumes about the amount free time at my disposal. And the beauty is that it is totally absurd to call it "frantic activity". If you roll a ball in a debate that adjective would expect persons in suits busy running from one office to another by exchanging 24 hours with longer days, Aboriginal people fleeing legion of tigers and lions, ants, intent on Chinese turn the gears of the great universal mill machine sgretolaconsumismo. Whereas at the end as long as I live really boils down to four hours daily, I do not think Dexter's intent as Space Ace intention to jump ship from the other princesses to save space. Awarded to me, a 'frenetic activity "I always see in a property room to write, compose, play, Facebook and see some dirty blog (when I do not play around or playing Heroes).
from here? Perhaps only one of many episodes from page "Dear Diary", to write two cocks in Italic language.
Good. Two Saturdays ago I went to see Mr. Johnathan Richman
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important because along with
Modern Lover, in conjunction with Violent Femmes, Johnny opened the door to pre-punk with the simplicity of the garage rock style music, and his songs bulging grip Instant managed to fill a few pages of rock history with the immediacy that only a child can have the poetic ego in a world completely out of control and incomprehensible.
Johnny sang so many poets in pop unique perspective. Van Gogh, Dali, Picasso ... Still, wide-eyed stare into the vacuum and eternal overflow in amazement from his mouth wide open and look forward to the public that Saturday looked like Johnny ... that crazy visionary Ligabue ! And clearly I'm not referring to the singer groulatore Italian!
As one might have expected from his appearance as narrator singer in "Something About Mary"
, Johnny simply entertained us with his guitar and Battery
Tommy Larkins, staking everything on immediacy, and direct physical sensations such as skewed to the side stage dancing, humor between the tragic and the cheeky jester eternally Child, which has placed him at an intermediate level between Benigni and Paolo Conte, with the blame for a failure of many friends simplicity and the choice of playing a large part of his repertoire in English or in defiance pseudoitaliano the classics (we've redone the end with an interminable version of "I was dancing in a lesbian bar").
As for my increasingly fragile microcosm I was really pleased to have resolved another of those cycles incredibly significant outstanding in a moment of my life away, waiting to find fulfillment in a supposed sense of philosophy coincidences sensible and unavoidable, such as those so dear to Salvador Dali.
from today. Today is' fundamental. The link between
Futurama and Flinstones
.
Dendrix
probe came at the studio and we finally made a big mess. Thanks to the neighbors for allowing "Today" is still a bridge a link between two moments in my life, and not a sudden precipice between the indie scenester and I was the rock star who'll never be old.
Fuck Buttons
The video I had more or less in the head when I wrote the song with LeBleu , but - you want the power of computers, lack of desire to want to hit - I had never managed to achieve it.
week instead of the previous pre-worth some information, thanks to a brilliant brace at
Dukes of Stratosphear
and the "Great Hall" someone has done it again with trigger "Never Miss a Beat"
dei
K aiser Chiefs
!!!)
I JoyCut non li conoscevo. Tecnicamente molto bravi, soprattutto per essere italiani. Non mi hanno detto molto, ma decisamente una band di valore adattissima al Covo.
rather a nice surprise, with a course of four rokkkettare more than ever. I did not know really what to expect from a duo in the studio affords an eclecticism so imaginative than calculated. Bass, guitar, vocals and drums were able to turn their fantasies pop in a current of rhythmic and harmonic changes remarkable. In particular I was struck crossing the twelve-tone bass and guitar in a few breaks, where the melodies of the two players crossed the border tone of their instruments, then return to the rigor of the individual tracks. Eleanor Friedberger
tonna great, just the sort of performer who sends me into raptures: small, lively, imaginative, generous but do not you step on, who knows what can give the fans but at the same time which is the real boundary of the stage. And so it was given to smiling toast with a fan in that fraction of time granted to him by song that was playing, but cut short 'subsequent calls from the girl when you are' treated more things' ... drugs, even ignoring subsequent bids for a simple drink of water.
concerts is like today that it is natural to wonder if the free jazz is the biggest hoax of the artistic and cultural history or whether it is the most amazing and brilliant albeit strange form of musical expression.
was born a little 'to the need for revenge on his summer living in complete and partially masochistic lack of major events during the past summer. In this
who had touched the same city in which I should find myself in the same period in which I had to be there.
Going to see her in Glasgow was a little 'how to reconnect with reality.
airplane (Ryan) brittico sit next to a man, presumably Scottish fifties, consumatissime with shoes, mustache, look a bit 'western cowboy, wear. He had asked all'hotess a Pepsi and a cup of coffee. At the same time. The clouds begin to fade as the plane loses altitude in a manner calculated. Outside the Scottish countryside. States, imposing, almost dreamlike. The time is sad, gray but not raining.
- Not rainy. It's pratically summer near the plane turns towards me amused and exclaims: "Yeeeah! You can say that! It's a good weather!"
The Ryanereo plana, part of a successful jingle in the middle between the "Installation Complete" and "you passed the last level, and the usual Italioidi can not refrain from an attempt to applause, while I will just bend over with laughter when I unfasten your seat belt.
adhesive "ZondaSeek DJset" is essential to find the My little trolley.
Check in Scotland can intimidate, and to have attention, unlike the Italian one. Massive military in uniform with machine guns load, a police officer who joins the airport you asks "Please specify the nature of his trip ..."
here are really plunged into a series of acrobatic tumbles.
"I came to see a concert
, I lose. Then I think the absurdity of the thing for a normal person, so I think the prospect of a normal person is protected armed forces.
"Clearly for a holiday. Yes holiday . Silence on the part of officials, who continues to set perplexed my identity card. "I stay only for a couple of days, then I come back in Italy." Each replica
it just seems to do worse. Return it to me and said:
"Sure Go as well. Enjoy your trip. Have fun." Whew!
We leave the plane and immediately opens the door of the train station in front. We climb confident that the group of elderly ladies already drunk early in the morning have not been invented by a drunken boiata reassuring without much conviction that the business could be done even on the train.
follows a series of text messages to Robbie, began boarding with trade type
- Seek is sitting next to someone famous. Mark Zonda - I had already guessed! I'm eating my feet!
'Glasgow and' how Faenza. But without the smell "
" In Glasgow, there are great golf courses so that the railway passes in means "
and company ...
Glasgow now has me a little 'disappointed. architecture, buildings ... from my photo does not show, because I clearly photographed only glimpses of neighborhoods and decadent details, but compared to London or Dublin did not seem to live any different than walking in some districts of Modena and Reggio. The girls, taxonomically classified as a travel companion by Matt Sharia impeccable, blonde, blue eyes when blue-skinned white, are divided into
a) nice, if well dressed or fixing a passable for beautiful
b) Beautiful c) Fat
practically paradise! The Glaswegian all available, affable, reassuring, kind, apart from our first contact with a type Scazzi Tourist Office. After a bit 'of time, you resigned to the fact that Glasgow is not exactly a tourist town, but the youth is very calm and measured, but at least you can feel reassured by the turn in the street at any time of day without the fear of being robbed if you do not accidentally stabbed. This is demonstrated by the fact that - contrary to Otter or Bublino - there is no curfew at all. Strangely, there is more youth who unleashed the Saturday to Friday. Weegiani I get up and stay out after midnight to drink until dawn, as confirmed by the very nice cab driver who ferried us to the airport at five in the morning on Sunday.
Quite a nice blow, as it should be lived intensely every holiday, with those eight hours of walking per day and 4 hours of sleep per night (the chicken vindaloo the night before but 'not me 'the doctor had prescribed properly)
Very close to station, room on the inside from the street, clean, warm water and bath, bed really relaxing, coffee, wi-fi and TV in room, staff friendly and helpful, bar-style "Lost in Translation" and Indian restaurant frequented and class, the choice to Seek has been very good idea, despite the worrying reviews we found on internett who saw cockroaches protagnisti absolute forays into mounds of brown material supposedly spread between Walter and crumpled sheets.
Charlotte plays at King Tut's Wah Wah Hut
. I write to
Andre of Stones of Venice
on Monday on the bill, there are even the
Top Loader, who have reformed. But Andre does not know them.
omit comments on various restaurants. Aside from meals skipped by mistake (it seems that most shops close at 18:00 and the kitchen to 20:00) we have always eaten more than well, for me always excellent meat. Another thing that has impressed and amazed me is that my feelings of guilt related to thinking "Hooch Italian barbaric and disgraceful" and all my attempts to show calmness, discipline and good manners, not only are mitigated by locals who do not maintain the files and they are heedless of the red light at the other end of the strips pedestrian, but are swept away to see what Italy is taken into account. Beer (Moretti dominant), culinary products, sweets, wines, sofas, furniture, clothes, even when a product is not actually of Italian origin reminds us very familiar names to attach a story to a symbol of quality. In short, we are strong regardless of who represents us abroad!
The King Tut's
has a sort of pub enough hail to the floor below ground, and space dedicated to concerts upstairs, a little 'how to'
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49, but with a system that sbomba (never seen so many spy cases, and this was already the rest of the index)
not know the name of the first group that opened the evening, and even I want to know. I do not want to discourage all those teenagers who get together for the first time in an attempt to channel their energies focused towards that goal common is "Making Music", but before she should try to experience playing in more appropriate places, such as gyms and bedrooms. In practice, very naive boys who brought their blues songs from high school focusing on cooked or inexplicable as unjustified inner torments. All pulitini, more glossy CD Single Coldplay deals downstairs, all the victims of stereotypes and blues bland like bread dipped in water.
begin interesting little women to venture around the stage, with pink stickers attached to garments. I am free pass. Just because I think that Charlotte has set up a band of nice girls, but I understand that this is the second group of opening, such
"
Futuristic Retro Champions " . A revelation.
electropop Allegro con brio, well-balanced choir, a blonde singer who seemed to escape directly from a manga, the bassist who looked like Sean Lennon's version of a multiverse, with much more magnanimous him, the keyboard just too cute. Petite, serious, and composed of class, actually it was not too good. All had their own well-structured part in the chorus. Glasgow, had already 'filled the room and animated before the arrival of Charlotte. The seriousness of the keyboard was regularly interrupted by this irresistible chain of events:
a) Fans called attention to the singer b) The singer was cheered on to do stupid c) The singer was the stupidity of turn, poses such a strange combination of hip-hop to channel and propitiatory invondere eneriga to one of the members of the group
d) The keyboard gave way and he could not not laugh at such a cialtroneria.
Vi prego! Chi ne ha il potere li porti in Italia!!!
Finalmente era giunto il momento in cui era fighi essere attaccati al palco. Vi dico solo che ero talmente vicino a Charlotte Hatherley che ha dovuto aggiustare l'asta del microfono perchè se no mi sbatteva addosso. Andre mi chiedeva se fosse così bella anche dal vivo. Dico solo che i suoi occhi erano così grandi e blue che non mi arrischiavo a fissarli per paura di perdermici dentro e non tornare più in me. Charlotte sbircia dalla scala antincendio, che dà ingresso agli artisti direttamente sul palco. Studia bene la situazione, e poi cerca di farsi forza proferendo:
"Ok. Let's do this thing..
. The live reflected the nature of pop, simple, direct, chitarrocentrica, less focused on vocals and keyboards, and incendiary rock. A bass, guitar, drums. You did not need anything else. Just room for some old glories.
No trace of "Bastard" . Something. Maybe 'emotion as close as possible to a contemporary music fan to see Hendrix live. Sure, haunting, alien, detached but full of energy, with a confidence in mastering hypnotic guitar riffs, effetti e cantato assolutamente uniche quanto invidiabili.
"Summer" , dal primo album, eravamo pronti tutti a cantarla. Qualcosa vibra nell'aria al termine del brano che la precedeva. Era palese che noi pubblico avevamo barato, e stavamo caricando i polmoni per urlare a squarciagola: "Summer's coming, and IIIII knooow I'll feeeeel...." , avendo palesemente barato e sbirciato la scaletta. Charlotte probabilmente se ne accorge, e... SALTA a piedi pari il brano, che per non rischiare di essere uccide affianca al bis con la gloria atrettanto contagiosa "Kim Wilde" .
The next day we deserve even the sun!
(here's revival!)
KevinSide and Botanical Gardens, as recommended by Rowena
of
Cue Fanfare
. Now we walk massacred partial use of the meters, more ima token ring, which flowed in both directions around the city. Some well-stocked music store, which promoted the remastered Beatles excessively. We encounter in a local pittoreschissimo the false appearance of the church, where it seems indiepop groups have also played a certain caliber.
delay in bringing enough we come (again began pay). We can see the leading group: the Findo
Gask, a cross between Weezer, New Order and Cornelius, with voices and choirs really incredible and the bass player, alternating the bass guitar to the keyboard. They have a very avid fan, and play every Saturday evening at the end of the live named "Crufts" , in which we participated all'innaugurazione. I think - now that there are no more the nights
PIGS - the holidays are among the most anticipated indie all the guys in Glasgow, judging by the amount of INDUMA who had gathered at the event.
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