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Goodbye 2010!

“New Year’s eve is like every other night; there is no pause in the march of the universe, no breathless moment of silence among created things that the passage of another twelve months may be noted; and yet no man has quite the same thoughts this evening that come with the coming of darkness on other nights”.

- Hamilton Wright Mable.

It’s a bit ironic but, this is my first “last post of  year” (and I feel very nervous).
I really want to thank everyone who visited us this year and kudos to those who took some time to comment on the posts.
I want  to close the year with this playlist because there is nothing more perfect than to receive the year dancin’.
Happy New Year to all!

P.S. My “best of ” lists are on my tumblr: Top of albums: here & Top of compilations: here

Image: Haw-lin

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Category: Motel de Moka

Movimiento perpetuo

Para Coral, que con sus charlas me he vuelto a encontrar con el placer de escribir.

(Este playlist se engendro de una forma digamos ”peculiar”.  Soy de ese tipo de personas que ha hecho de su iPod una forma de compañia, que vaya paradoja, lo que termina es “alejarnos” y “encerrarnos” en nosotros mismos de los “demás”. En fin, el transporte público poco a poco, gracias a nuestros “aparatos” se ha ido volviendo como una especie de sucursal para nuestro “aislamiento”, mientras nos movemos de un punto a otro.)

Hace unas semanas al salír del cine me tocó ver una estampa irrepetible: el atardecer más multicolor que me haya tocado presenciar y desde el lugar más ajenamente natural: el estacionamiento de un centro comercial. El cielo parecia haber tenido un convulso orgasmo, las distancias entre las dimensiones  que están más arriba de la atmósfera se habian fundido con las otras de menos posición, el horizonte apenas y servía como un estrecho límite: en los costados del cielo se podrian apreciar tonos que ya anunciaban la muerte del día cuando al centro se presagiaba el nacimiento de la noche…Cuando debía ser al revés, ¿no? Si fuera astrónomo ya lo hubierá aburrido con mi explicación, dejemos todo al supuesto.
Luego de quedarme más de media hora apreciando tal espectáculo entre lamentos de no haber llevado una cámara conmigo, llego la hora de abordar el transporte público. En donde vivo la gente no se mueve en camiones: Son viejas combis de esas que usaron los hippies californianos pero que los choferes poco conocimiento tienen de ello y ahora son sonorizadas por  épicas cumbias, música tradicional mexicana e incluso psycho o trance (pero nada de Jefferson Airplane o Iron Butterfly). Luego de un rato, abordé la que a mi parecer era la “menos llena”. De la nada mi comodidad se volvió efimera:  Una abrupta marea humana irrumpio dentro del transporte, la densidad humana  de manera gradual me fue alejando del centro de los asientos para que me orillarán violentamente a la ventana. No era la primera vez que me tocaba sortear esa situación, anticipadamente trato de poner en el iPod música caótica y hacer del caos -interno y externo-una catarsis. Sin embargo la estrechéz del espacio fue tal, que mis manos no pudieron alcanzar el bolsillo. Era una ruta  larga y yo estaba bajo el desamparo de la modalidad “random”. Por un momento habia optado por quitarme los audifonos pero soy alérgico al trance y antes de apuntar la mirada hacia las interminables hileras de luces de los vehiculos ya estaba sonando el vaivén de acordes en péndulo  de ”La locomotora”, fue un grato momento. Parece ser que los audifonos han estado más en comunicación con mi subconciente que yo,  puesto que bajo no sé qué designio todo mi trayecto fue sonorizado por beats o acordes cuyo rasgo caracterísitico era ir en una especie de péndulo progresivo, algo parecido con la situación dentro del transporte y mi punto de fuga que era la ventana; gente que nunca terminaba de subir o bajar, autos que nunca infinitamente iban y venian: resta y suma de una misma meta-dualidad.
Justo en el momento en que abrace puerto en mi destino, fue que empezo a sonar Child in Time de Deep Purple, pero esa es otra historia (y espero que otro post).

Imágenes: [1,2,3]

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Category: Beats, Electronica, Motel de Moka, Rock

Hello Automn!

October gave a party;
The leaves by hundreds came -
The Chestnuts, Oaks, and Maples,
And leaves of every name.
The Sunshine spread a carpet,
And everything was grand,
Miss Weather led the dancing,
Professor Wind the band.
~George Cooper, “October’s Party”

 October is my favourite month of the year: It’s my birthday and too  of the Kid A, Thom Yorke, John Lennon,  Groucho Marx and many others.  In where I live the autumn is a second part of spring: the sky is allways in a perfect blue, doesn’t matter if are at 10:00 am or 5:00 p.m.  There can be nothing better to get out and walk, the beads of sweat now, are breaths of wind. 
This playlist works for see those lazy sunsets, when the night appears in slow motion.

Illustration: Charley Harper  

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Category: Folk, Motel de Moka

The clouds smells too loud

Image: Olaf Eliasson (vía Arbitare)

“Certain kinds of speed, flow, intensity, density of attacks, density of interaction… Music that concentrates on those qualities is, I think, easier achieved by free improvisation between people sharing a common attitude, a common language.”  Evan Parker

“Walk on a rainbow trail; walk on a trail of song, and all about you will be beauty. There is a way out of every dark mist, over a rainbow trail.” Robert Motherwell

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Midnight Tempo II

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‘Tis midnight now.  The bend and broken moon,
Batter’d and black, as from a thousand battles,
Hangs silent on the purple walls of Heaven.
~Joaquin Miller, Ina

  • Cerati / Melero -Cozumel
    Colores Santos (1992)
  • Dj Krush-Big City Lover
    Krush (Shadow Records, 1994)
  • Thom Yorke-Black Swan
    The Eraser (XL, 2006)
  • Modeselektor-Edgar
    Happy Birthday! (BPitch Control, 2007)
  • Motor City Drum Ensemble-Raw Cuts # 6
    Raw Cuts Vol.1 (Timothy Really, 2009)
  • Fudge Fingas-It’s about time
    Prime Numbers 3 (Prime Numbers, 2010
  • Outkast-Prototype
    Speakerboxxx/The Love Below (La Face, 2003)

And the night shall be filled with music,
And the cares that infest the day
Shall fold their tents like the Arabs
And as silently steal away.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Day Is Done

This Midnight Tempo is a jump to beats more rythmical but no in another tune, all is arund the midnight.
It’s bed time with the right mood.

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Category: Bedroom playlist, Hip hop, Motel de Moka

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]