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The filth, the fury, the fuzz – 2

Las bocinas de mi computadora son muy pequeñas para despertar a los vecinos a esta hora con mi nostalgia por tiempos en los que nunca me toco vivir y de cualquier forma ya tengo reservada mi buena dosis de Merzbow, flying saucer attack y demas similes para cuando quiera cometer homicidio sonoro en venganza por aquellas tardes en las que he tenido que echarme la puta cancion esa del gorila-u-u-a y la discografia entera de David Bisbal y Chayanne en las clases de baile de sus hijas.

Aqui va la segunda parte con las canciones que no pude subir el sabado por falta de tiempo. Esta lista incluye dos covers (“ain’t no sunshine” y “she’s a woman” de Bill Withers y de los Beatles respectivamente) Fleetwood Mac en su mejor epoca y algo del Led Zepellin tardio asi que creo esta mas acercada a terrenos conocidos y digeribles que la pasada. Espero les sean del mismo goce del que son para mi.

Fleetwood Mac – Oh well (part 1)
The Association – six man band
Mama Lion – Ain’t no sunshine
Led Zepellin – houses of the holy
Churchills – she’s a woman

Link: The filth, the fury, the fuzz (1)

La imagen me parece es un still de un video de los eels pero no recuerdo de donde ha venido ni si en realidad viene de un video de los eels.

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Five Easy Lists for Lovers. e.Songs

… I think it has to do with the nature of visual memory. Not only do I remember photographs better than I remember moving images. But what I remember of a movie amounts to an anthology of single shots. I can recall the story, lines of dialogue, the rhythm. But what I remember visually are selected moments that I have, in effect, reduced to stills. It’s the same for one’s own life. Each memory from one’s childhood, or from any period that’s not in the immediate past, is like a still photograph rather than a strip of film. And photography has objectified this way of seeing and remembering.

-Susan Sontag, Interview

“Five Easy Lists for Lovers. e. Songs”

01. Peter Gabriel – Love To Be Loved
02. Ray LaMontagne – Three More Days
03. Band of Horses – For Wicked Gil
04. Lady & Bird – Walk Real Slow
05. Henryk Gorecki – Pieces in the Old Style 1 (william Orbit remix)
06. Labradford – by Chris Johnston, Craig Markva, Jamie Evans
07. Pere Ubu – Humor Me
08. Shellac – Steady as She Goes
09. Pixies – Is she weird
10. High Dials – Strandhill

note: A belated list from last June, with slight tweek. It’s a MdM type of mood list. Mellow, atmospheric and softly ambient. This one with William Orbit, Labradford, and mix of psych rock and no wave classic. I don’t think I will ever complete this list. So this will be a 3 out of 5 series, unless somebody has better idea what to fill the b and c part. Enjoy. I like the songs in this list.

see also: a.Bossa Nova , d.New Wave
image credit: unknown

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On a certain level I think they’re great, but on another I can’t relate… to anything they do.

A. R. Rahman – Mumbai’s Theme
Penguin Cafe Orchestra – Thorn Tree Wind
k. d. lang – Or Was I
Steve Miller Band – Fly Like An Eagle
Dinosaur Jr. – Green Mind
k.d. lang – Sweet Little Cherokee

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L’AMOUR

Nunca he sido muy seguidor de mi pais vecino ni musicalmente y menos cinematográficamente. Pero ultimamente un aire francés me perturba. Cualquier dia me veo viendo una de Godard y peor aun, igual me acaba gustando.
Asi que hoy toca Francia, mejor dicho, gente que canta o parece que canta en francés.
Me temo que dada la afición de Kahlo por el tema, puede que repita alguna que ella ya haya puesto (en ese caso espero que se lo tome como humilde homenaje).

Popurri
rouge rouge – l’amour

the pinker tonestravel club

April MarchLa Piscine Couverte

Têtes Raides Fabulous Trobadorsméfie toi

EtylEnlhomme

Pink MartiniDansez-Vous

Ariane MoffattMontréal

La que no podia faltar (que alguien me ayude a rellenar el espacio de las X)
carla bruniLe Plus Beau Du Quartier

carla bruniLe Toi Du Moi

Yo diria que dice algo en frances
northern exposure – jolie louise

Los mas grandes
Mano NegraPas assez de toi

jazz & swing
SanseverinoLa cigarette

Madeleine PeyrouxJ’Ai Deux Amours

The cover (una vez hice cosas con esta canción)
Presidents of the United States of AmericaÇa Plane Pour Moi

La pseudofrikada fank
Matthieu Chedid (mas conocido como -M-) – Jam Man

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Dame de Lotus

Des chansons français…
Il ne faut pas dire plus…
Je ne veux pas dire plus…

Image: Emilie Simon

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With wonderful deathless ditties
We build up the world's great cities,
And out of a fabulous story
We fashion an empire's glory:
One man with a dream, at pleasure,
Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
And three with a new song's measure
Can trample an empire down. [1]


Down, down, down. Would the fall never come to an end! `I wonder how many miles I've fallen by this time?' she said aloud. `I must be getting somewhere near the centre of the earth. Let me see: that would be four thousand miles down, I think--' (for, you see, Alice had learnt several things of this sort in her lessons in the schoolroom, and though this was not a very good opportunity for showing off her knowledge, as there was no one to listen to her, still it was good practice to say it over) `--yes, that's about the right distance--but then I wonder what Latitude or Longitude I've got to?' (Alice had no idea what Latitude was, or Longitude either, but thought they were nice grand words to say.) [2]



O long-silent Sybil,
you of the winged dreams,
Speak out from your temple of light
as the serious constellations
with Greek names
still stare down on us
as a lighthouse moves its megaphone
over the sea
Speak out and shine upon us
the sea-light of Greece
the diamond light of Greece

Far-seeing Sybil, forever hidden,
Come out of your cave at last
And speak to us in the poet's voice
the voice of the fourth person singular
the voice of the inscrutable future
the voice of the people mixed
with a wild soft laughter--
And give us new dreams to dream,
Give us new myths to live by! [3]


So our princes who have lost their principalities after many years’ of possession shouldn’t blame their loss on fortuna. The real culprit is their own indolence, going through quiet times with no thought of the possibility of change (it’s a common human fault, failing to prepare for tempests unless one is actually in one!). And when eventually bad times did come, they thought of •flight rather than •self-defence, hoping that the people, upset by conquerors’ insolence, would recall them. This course of action may be all right when there’s no alternative, but it is not all right to neglect alternatives and choose this one; it amounts to voluntarily falling because you think that in due course someone will pick you up. If you do get rescued (and you probably won’t), that won’t make you secure; the only rescue that is really helpful to you is the one performed by you, the one that depends on yourself and your virtù. [4]