Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Whippet Backpack Carrier

No Glas Go!!


La prima volta che ho sentito parlare dell'
"Intifada"
è stata alle superiori.

Gli ultimi anni facevo parte di una band discretamente fica (avevamo vinto un paio di concorsi le uniche volte che aveva suonato) che non faceva niente di speciale, se non suonare tutto quello che faceva in modo molto pulito e scegliere cover sconosciute all'adolescente medio che induceva a far pensare che fossero brani originali.
"Joe Mitraglia"
e
"Canzone per un'amica" , e un meadly fighissimo of "Satisfaction" in the growing that became "With Or Without You" reaching notes impossible. Rebels of the small rock.
Our task was to try the whole year without a singer, do a test with the singer (a really cool, sang by God), participated in the contest, finding a name for the band, win the contest. Among the names include "B. Rocks" and "sides."


Well. Our guitarist was a real extremist. It was with impallinato Guccini, social struggles, Iron Maiden and compagniabella. A short period of our history (we rehearsed in a circle of Ronta where the father of our drummer organizzava feste locali), il nostro chitarrista Emiliano (Zapata?) trascinò nel gruppo uno strano individuo di 35 passa anni. Un tipo sciatto e cicciuto che scriveva canzoni di protesta deliranti tra Skiantos, CSI e Pippo Franco imbazzato nel microcosomo delle attività musicali allora saltuariamente presenti a Cesena. Ebbene: un giorno Emiliano si presentò alle prove con il suo sorriso sornione da vincitore abbastanza Dylaniano e buttò lì con malcelata nonchalance:"Sabato sera ho suonato con il tipo. ALL'INTIFADA".

Allora sembrava una cosa inconcepibile. L'"INTIFADA" era una sorta di Locale X in una zona d'ombra di una realtà alternativa del tutto fuori da Cesena e da questo pianeta. Non just a place to be great, but a place impossible to reach if you were armed with the intention to make a day for a walk around the town to find it.
Time passes. The odd person who makes music for 35 years I became, the Intifada just the circle where there was once a bar in front of my paternal grandmother's house, next to abandoned asylum (there seems wonderful that Cesena, since when I was little, there is the presence of a ghost microvillaggio completely deserted with children's toys scattered around the area, right next to an abandoned farmhouse cut in half called the "House of the Devil"?)

Thanks the stubbornness of Mic Leffe (the only time I spent in front of the room I had been afraid to say the least) it happens that we spend a night there '. Perhaps because the restaurant was filled exclusively with friends, the acoustics were bad but the stage and the place very welcoming, the owners really weird but very hospitable and helpful, the evening of the Intifada
Tiny Tide
remember very happy .



After the relay to load all the equipment from home to car and the car inside the room, I realize I have forgotten the auction for the microphone, an object completely inutile, ma che ti risparmia il fastidio di cantare steso per terra. Mi secca perdere la pole position conquistata con il parcheggio. Essendo così viciono a casa me la faccio a piedi, approfittando di Manuel e Sonia, appena arrivati. Vado dal gestore del locale e gli faccio:

- Io non mi fido delle persone, ma mi fido delle persone che non si fidano delle persone. Quindi mi fido di te. Faccio bene? - Ho conosciuto solo una persona che mi ha fatto un ragionamento del genere, e mi ha chiesto 150 Euro. Che cosa vuoi?

- Hai 150 Euro?

Faccio tempo a toranre a casa, trovare le chiavi giuste, ma sbagliare piano, spaventare una famiglia, camminare davanti alla gelateria con un'asta da microfono come se niente fosse, tornare al locale, e imbattermi in Mic appena arrivato mentre Dendrix ancora si doveva fare vedere.

Comincia ad arrivare gente. Tutti amici. E comincio a pensare al promo che gira di "Come Togheter" e come la musica sia meravigliosa e abbia il potere di aggregare le persone. Sbollita un po' di tensione e prove tecniche cominciamo. Tra il pubblico anche il bonghista misterioso che si era infiltrato tra di noi alla Vigna anno scorso. Ci abbiamo fatto due ristate sopra. Era un po' imbarazzato a riguardo. Forse quella sera era tra noi solo in un altro piano mentale.
L'intro spero sia stata fotonica. Abbiamo passato l'ultimo mese solo concentrati su
"Intro - Kitty Jesus - Psychopath" come fosse un'unica traccia. "Salve. Siamo i Tiny Tide. Siamo una cover band degli U2. Però ora proseguiamo con una canzone dedicata a due gruppetti del cazzo".
"The Smiths & The Cure" è stato più un miracoloso stato di grazia che un'esecuzione musicale, vista come era venuta alle ultime prove. Ebbene sì. C'è quest'altro piccolo aneddoto da raccontare. Uno dei proprietari del locale aveva visto i filmati di noi che suoniamo al
Mattatoio
, e ci ha scambiato, inspiegabilmente, per una coverband degli U2, causandogli una grande delusione quando gli abbiamo detto che non facevamo solo brani nostri. Alla fine è andata bene. E' un po' che i primi a complimentarsi dei nostri concerti sono proprio i proprietari dei locali, che è incrediblmente meglio che essere cacciati fuori dai posti a pedate. La prendo come un buon segnale!

La parentesi tastierosa (o come la chiama Robbie "Quella Scatolina")
"Scrambled Eggs" - "Jonie don't U worrie" - "S♥L"
sembra essere diventata la parte piu' gradita dello show. Io però non vedo l'ora di sbarazzarmi della tastiera (lo spazio sul palco stava un po' stretto). Manuel capisce e mi dà prontamente una mano. Dopo svariati tormentoni on the "Coke" comes to
"Tiny Trains"
.
"Now we bring you all to take a trip on our train." Then I think the misunderstanding of what I just said and try to correct the pitch, "... that is not the train dell'ammmore. And 'people's standard of hatred. VAFFANCULOOOO !!!". And part of that pig cruogiolo of influences that is "Tiny Trains".

You can always rely on the usual fuck
"Girls from Ronta"
, whose musical reprise queues continue to grow together in concert increasingly tend to "area Plaid" by Spaceballs . It 's so that, in the second minute reprise take Clint, my acoustic guitar, and beat repeatedly against the plates Mic Leffe for him to understand that perhaps we can close the evening.
the police arrived. Type two hours late. We had finished long ago. There was even music in the room. Just a couple of drunks who were talking loudly outside the room when they were kicked out of class averages. Cesena is just a dangerous city full of unruly criminals. No peace for nottambili. (Uh uh uh ~)

Tiny Tide Live @ Intifada
Pics 1 (Courtesy of LightSeekr)

Tiny Tide - "Srambled Eggs" video
Tiny Tide - "S ♥ L" video Tiny Tide - "I Would Say" video




Sunday, September 13, 2009

Cat Scratching Door Frame

Share the tide

Christmas, Epiphany and Easter are past memories or never, ancestral myths that have dissolved over time their appeal as peeling paint slowly eroded from the innocent eagerness Amuchina of multiple passes. Do not leave presents under the tree, save yourself and chocolate eggs, keep to well-stuffed stockings on his feet. Do not expect more than the arrival of Mr. Christmas, Easter bunnies alleged, ladies on fucking volazzano incense the coal. All expectations are directed toward a single year event hours: the Vulcan
Day, an annual gathering of the most important European diggei mod on the border between beats and psychedelia 60 years, in the fantastic setting of the "Grotto" of Carnaby. Rare and cherished music, irresistible rhythms played on 45 rpm, girls who show off truly irresistible began, a journey not only in space (London), but also over time (the Sixties)

I thought we missed who knows how many editions, but this only 'year, I realized that the first time (That you never forget) was only at the second meeting. Maispeis was fashionable at the time, and the organizer of the evening had a tam tam impressive. It is very convincing! The following year, the expectation and the expectations were such that he really drew tantisismo people (here is a video footage)


If the second edition of the exotic effect of the suspension unbelief was also given the many new faces, the next edition had as contraindication to leave the impression of being in perpetual waiting it began building a kind of meeting, finding himself face to face with all the people who usually attend you find yourself in a year in one night.
This year we came in and I Seek an impossibly crowded Rimini (never really seen such a mess, even in August), and very few people within the party! (Arrived at midnight was not even a DJ). The evening 'was unfailingly entertaining and well organized, the music really at the top, and it was definitely better to have something to do with friends really interested in that context, not there out of curiosity ... I am sure that many of the "Initiates" certainly celebrated elsewhere in the hotel where the guests stayed and some secret nook and cranny. Meanwhile I go back to counting the days until the next time, before becoming too old for this party:)

Sunday, September 6, 2009

General Hospital Song Carnival Accident

Giorni Vulcanici


"I've learned from experience That God has a plan for me, and That It's Better Than Mine! " Sometimes you fall in love at first listen to some music, totally ignoring the mountain of trash that one single song, tune, emmepitre file is located in the back. It 'happened with Ash, it happened again with Jet, this time it's the turn of
"

Tower of Power"
, which would sconsigliatissimo search for videos on Youtube or show a single poster. Burnt posters and close Flickr, concentrate on the music. Buy, yet again, only if your ears are unaccustomed to the hot alchemy of Motown soul music and even a short period of your life you could not make pleasant listening
Stevie Wonder, Chicago or
Average White Band
least once in a day. 19 album nel corso di 40 anni e ancora nessun segno di cedimento. Non ci troviamo di fronte a dei ragazzini, ma a gente che ha avuto modo di vivere la storia del rock senza l'ambizione di esserne protagonista. Non è un caso quindi che la band fondata da Emilio Castillo (è eccezionale come anche per band così numerose il tutto parta sempre da un ragazzo che scrive canzoni in una cameretta) non sia diventata famosa come Aerosmith, Heart, Elton John o Santana (che ha da tempo fatto decadere il nome assurgendo al livello di pochi eletti come le semidivinità redentrici o i pazzi dittatori nazionalisti) ma spulciando spulciando si ritrovino sempre dietro le registrazioni di molti loro brani di successo. D'altronde just linger on the elegant sophistication of songs in rewriting its history as "You're Still a Young Man" or
"What Happened to the World That Day?"
to understand the extent of the potential of this band.
The "Tower of Power"
are a great band which can count on exceptional session musician in the band able to overcome any challenge, no matter what may be trash. Moreover, if the ranks of the orchestra include characters such as "Rocco Prestia" , "David Garibaldi" and "Mic Gillette" , it can not be mere coincidence.
Tower of Power - "So Very Hard to Go"


Saturday, September 5, 2009

How Long Does Vinegar Take To Cure Uti?

guns do not kill people ... Lazer do!

here it is ladies and gentlemen, I finally found the song more Tamarra of 2009, along with video and trash the concept more music Butted. you save only the cover ... but no!




but we are now in the concept. translating from English wikipedia: Major Lazer is a command that in Jamaica secret war against the zombies of 1984 lost an arm (now replaced by a laser gun). He fights various monsters and vampires, is a big party animal ("parties hard" makes it better!) And has a hoverboard (a flying type to skate back to the future) to rockets.

to learn the full meaning of these lines I suggest you watch this video:





now it's the cover:





that is but I'm Major Lazer ? is a project of two DJs (Diplo and Switch) that have rightly decided (really?) to give humanity an album full of obscenities audiovisual taking the side of exquisitely tamarro dancehall and electronics.





Well suffice ... nay. one last gem:





Friday, September 4, 2009

How To Cook Ready Made Pancake

Potere alla Torrefazione



surrender to the sweetness of a really easy to pop a few chords and a bass line is barely sketched out innocently as a disarming shrug of the arms in front alone with a boy or a girl you are pointing a water pistol in the back. Possibly the office of lemonade. It is not embarrassing to get lost in the pop harmonic and super-ficial of "The Little Ones" , a name, a statement of intent (as another band that I know up close in the name escapes me now:) ). A bevy of harmonies and moog in the service of utter carelessness once again confirm that the image kilometers of which have screened films and cassettes in the fantastic display of our imagination is inextricably linked to the Pacific Coast and throughout California, so that the new "Boracy" makes us fantasize about as if the veterans would go for a walk to Oasis the streets of San Diego. The Little Ones

are currently grappling with the recording of their new album, the follow- "Morning Tide" . In the meantime, raise your Margaritas, pull off your shoes, relax with some old songs and - perchennò - take a look at their

lively blog. The Little Ones - "All your modern boxes"

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Recalled Pet Treats Green Bag

Little by Little



recently emerged "Higher Than The Stars" , the new instant classic of very valuable, quite capable, clean, so cool and even fucking funny "The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart "

. It will be sober for this adverse to any kind of sin, that is held in leash only a partial instinct snob no longer a harmless hysteria chiwawa, or their repeated the perpetual immolation processasione infallible formula in perfect balance between pop shoegaze and noise, that among so many enthusiastic admirers we draw unthinkably occasional listeners who follow dragged away by force and twisting the nose. The Pains and crafty too repetitive. Do not risk falling into a bevy of pillows running at full speed in their conciliatory and invigorating balance between noise ... and pop.

Risk? What's the risk to jump into a mattress? Easy to let go, especially when the equilbrista arrives at the other end of the wire to penetrate more closely within the great media circus of rock'n'roll. Continue to enter more and more people in the tent, there's an increasing desire for pleasure. Once you have made the jump remains the only ... "Pop". Many see a decisive step in output di "Higher Than The Stars EP", previsto per il 22 Settembre sotto
1) Bando di Airpop che in mezzo a tutto il casino (nulla di che rispetto a Wavves, Time New Vikings, Mika Miko

, e compagniabella)
predilige l'heightissimo
"A Teenager In Love"
nelle sue selezioni musicali, l'unico brano che si distacca dall'impasto chiassoso del contesto generale dell'album e vi can absolutely sublime
2)
Kip that, marveling with him than they were clean and precise execution of their concert-Bi all'Hana tells me that in reality they do not They want to be anything more than a band melody with simple songs can reach all (but still smiling in ecstasy intoxication and was in full approval from indiscriminate popular pre, intra and post-concert) 3) The band started churning out bags of expenditure beyond the usual staples, and to draw money back to pay.

Riarrampicandomi with clumsy calcolatissima speed in the cabin on the shaft of my fragile ego, there dico che le band che si fossilizzano meritano di fare compagnia alle bestie estinte del giurassico, e che ogni cambiamento è ben accetto, soprattutto nel versante pop, che non fa mai male. Poi chissà,
"103" sarà un brano da pogo degno dei Ramones ! Un tuffo acrobatico o un veloce contorsionismo? Il pericolo è inesistente e calcolato. Durante il salto godiamoci le brezza del volo sulle note del nuovo lavoro.
"Higher Than The Stars"