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.
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