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the-shaker: that blog/flickr/multimedia-aggregator kind of thing http://www.jazztelia.com/imag/hombre.jpg http://www.jazztelia.com/outtasight/foto/2006/02/17/gainsbourg Gainsbourg 2006-02-17T10:31:18+00:00 2006-08-07T13:05:05+00:00 Discazo el Nº4 de Serge Gainsbourg y perfecto para empezar un viernes... Ce Grand Méchant Vous Promenons-nous dans le moi Pendant qu’ le vous n’y est pas Car si le vous y était Sûr’ment il nous mangerait J’ai peur, j’ai peur du grand méchant vous Ah ! la vilaine bête que ce vous ! Mais je ne sais comment j’arriverai à chasser Pour toujours ce grand méchant vous de mes pensées Promenons-nous dans le moi Pendant qu’ le vous n’y est pas Car si le vous y était Sûr’ment il nous mangerait Je me suis mis dans la gueule du vous ! Ah ! quel enragé que ce vous ! Combien de nuits ce grand méchant vous m’a sauté À la gorge, comme j’allais le caresser Promenons-nous dans le moi Pendant qu’ le vous n’y est pas Car si le vous y était Sûr’ment il nous mangerait Je ne sais hurler avec le vous Ah ! quel animal que ce vous ! Mais comment savoir dans cette rivalité Qui de l’homme ou du vous l’emporte en cruauté ? Promenons-nous dans le moi Pendant qu’ le vous n’y est pas Car si le vous y était Sûr’ment il nous mangerait http://www.jazztelia.com/outtasight/foto/2006/02/16/ike-tine Ike & Tine 2006-02-16T11:14:08+00:00 2006-02-16T11:14:08+00:00 El fin de semana pasado llegó a mis manos la caja Back to Mono dedicada a las grabaciones de Phil Spector hasta el año 69 (gracias the ant!!). Así que hoy ha habido mucha orquestación y mucha épica en mi viaje en cercanías. Eso sí, esta canción siemrpe me recordará a los New Demolators... RIVER DEEP, MOUNTAIN HIGH (p. spector, barry, greenwich) Producer: phil spector When I was a little girl I had a rag doll The only doll I’ve ever owned Now I love you just the way I loved that rag doll But only now my love has grown And it gets stronger in every way And it gets deeper let me say And it gets higher day by day Do I love you my oh my River deep, mountain high If I lost you would I cry Oh how I love you baby, baby, baby, baby When you were a young boy did you have a puppy That always followed you around Well I’m gonna be as faithful as that puppy No I’ll never let you down Cause it goes on and on like a river flows And it gets bigger baby and heaven knows And it gets sweeter baby as it grows Do I love you my oh my River deep, mountain high If I lost you would I cry Oh how I love you baby, baby, baby, baby I love you baby like a flower loves the spring And I love you baby like a robin loves to sing And I love you baby like a schoolboy loves his bag And I love you baby river deep mountain high http://www.jazztelia.com/outtasight/foto/2006/02/14/heavy-trash Heavy trash 2006-02-14T10:06:25+00:00 2006-02-14T10:06:25+00:00 Esto es lo que he estado escuchando hoy de camino al trabajo... el disco está genial, una pena habérmelos perdido cuando vinieron por aquí hace unos meses. http://www.jazztelia.com/outtasight/foto/2006/02/09/sufjan-stevens Sufjan Stevens 2006-02-09T10:40:06+00:00 2006-02-09T10:40:06+00:00 Estoy flipado con el último disco de este hombre, Illinois. Creo que si sigo escuchando música épica acabaré utilizando coros de niños en loq eu etsoy grabando en casa... Oh great intentions I've got the best of interventions But when the ads come I think about it now In my infliction Entrepreneurial conditions Take us to glory I think about it now Cannot conversations cull united nations? If you got the patience, celebrate the ancients Cannot all creation call it celebration? Or united nation. Put it to your head. Oh great white city I've got the adequate committee Where have your walls gone? I think about it now Chicago, in fashion, the soft drinks, expansion Oh Columbia! From Paris, incentive, like Cream of Wheat invented, The Ferris Wheel! Oh great intentions Covenant with the imitation Have you no conscience? I think about it now Oh God of Progress Have you degraded or forgot us? Where have your laws gone? I think about it now Ancient hieroglyphic or the South Pacific Typically terrific, busy and prolific Classical devotion, architect promotion Lacking in emotion. Think about it now. Chicago, the New Age, but what would Frank Lloyd Wright say? Oh Columbia! Amusement or treasure, these optimistic pleasures Like the Ferris Wheel! Cannot conversations cull united nations? If you got the patience, celebrate the ancients Columbia! I cried myself to sleep last night And the ghost of Carl, he approached my window I was hypnotized, I was asked To improvise On the attitude, the regret Of a thousand centuries of death Even with the heart of terror and the superstitious wearer I am riding all alone I am writing all alone Even in my best condition, counting all the superstition I am riding all alone I am running all alone And we laughed at the beatitudes of a thousand lines We were asked at the attitudes They reminded us of death Even with the rest belated, everything is antiquated Are you writing from the heart? Are you writing from the heart? Even in his heart the Devil has to know the water level Are you writing from the heart? Are you writing from the heart? And I cried myself to sleep last night For the Earth, and materials, they may sound just right to me Even with the rest belated, everything is antiquated Are you writing from the heart? Are you writing from the heart? Even in his heart the Devil has to know the water level Are you writing from the heart? Are you writing from the heart? http://www.jazztelia.com/outtasight/foto/2006/01/27/the-soundtrack-of-our-llives The Soundtrack of our llives 2006-01-27T10:03:01+00:00 2006-08-07T13:05:42+00:00 Hoy a las 15:00 empiezan mis vacaciones. En el gélido camino al curro me han acompañado The Soundtrack of our lives, de quien he recuperado su último disco después del conciertazo que dieron el martes pasado en Madrid. There goes my childhood There goes all I thought was true With the friends I knew and the ones I left behind And there goes my heroes And all that I used to trust With the ones I cursed and the ones who crossed the line But I believe I've found A better way to satisfy Yeah, I believe I've found A better way to satisfy your kind There goes my heartache There goes all my troubles too With the dreams that flew and the ones who let me down And there goes my ego And all that I had to share With the ones who cared and the ones who said: That's mine! But I believe I've found A better way to satisfy Yeah, I believe I've found A better way to satisfy your kind And if I will make it I don't know And if I will hate it I don't care As long as you're not afraid to get by There goes my life And all that I had to face With the human race and the children of denial But I believe I've found A better way to satisfy Yeah, I believe I've found A better way to catch your eye Yeah, I believe I've found A better way to satisfy Yeah I believe I've found A better way to satisfy your kind http://www.jazztelia.com/outtasight/foto/2006/01/26/galaxie-500 Galaxie 500 2006-01-26T09:43:14+00:00 2006-01-26T09:43:14+00:00 Ya estamos en la cuenta atrás para las vacaciones. Y la banda sonora de ese fastforward imaginario mañanero han sido las Peel Sessions de Galaxie 500. Se zumban una versión del Sub-mission de los Sex Pistols chanante, chanante: I'm on a submarine mission for you baby I feel the way you were going I picked you up on my tv screen I feel your undercurrent flowing Submission going down down Dragging me down submission I can't tell ya what I've found You've got me pretty deep baby I can't figure out your watery love I gotta solve your mystery You're sitting it out in heaven above Submission going down down Dragging me down submission I can't tell you what I've found For there's a mystery Under the sea in the water Come and share it Submission going down down Dragging me down submission I can't tell ya what I've found 'Cause it's a secret Under the water in the sea Octopus Rock Got me pretty deep baby I can't figure out your watery love I gotta solve your mystery You're sitting it out in heaven above Submission going down down Dragging me down submission I can't tell ya what I've found Submission Submission Going down down under the sea I wanna drown drown under the water Going down down under the sea http://www.jazztelia.com/outtasight/foto/2006/01/16/jacques-brel Jacques Brel 2006-01-16T13:18:16+00:00 2006-01-16T13:18:16+00:00 No debería llover un lunes por la mañana... pero es lo que hay. Mi rutinario viaje en tren de cercanías Madrid-Pozuleo, ha ido amenizado por el gran Jacques Brel y por una guía Lonely PLanet de Nueva York. Lo de la guía era más que nada para dar un poco de envidia al resto de pasajeros. Por cierto, es curioso leer sobre el metro de Nueva York en el metro de Madrid, mirar alrededor y darte cuenta que las actitudes no son muy diferentes. C'était au temps où Bruxelles rêvait C'était au temps du cinéma muet C'était au temps où Bruxelles chantait C'était au temps où Bruxelles bruxellait Place de Broukère on voyait des vitrines Avec des hommes des femmes en crinoline Place de Broukère on voyait l'omnibus Avec des femmes des messieurs en gibus Et sur l'impériale Le coeur dans les étoiles Il y avait mon grand-père Il y avait ma grand-mère Il était militaire Elle était fonctionnaire Il pensait pas elle pensait rien Et on voudrait que je sois malin C'était au temps où Bruxelles chantait C'était au temps du cinéma muet C'était au temps où Bruxelles rêvait C'était au temps où Bruxelles bruxellait Sur les pavés de la place Sainte-Catherine Dansaient les hommes les femmes en crinoline Sur les pavés dansaient les omnibus Avec des femmes des messieurs en gibus Et sur l'impériale Le coeur dans les étoiles Il y avait mon grand-père Il y avait ma grand-mère Il avait su y faire Elle l'avait laissé faire Ils l'avaient donc fait tous les deux Et on voudrait que je sois sérieux C'était au temps où Bruxelles rêvait C'était au temps du cinéma muet C'était au temps où Bruxelles dansait C'était au temps où Bruxelles bruxellait Sous les lampions de la place Sainte-Justine Chantaient les hommes les femmes en crinoline Sous les lampions dansaient les omnibus Avec des femmes des messieurs en gibus Et sur l'impériale Le coeur dans les étoiles Il y avait mon grand-père Il y avait ma grand-mère Il attendait la guerre Elle attendait mon père Ils étaient gais comme le canal Et on voudrait que j'aie le moral C'était au temps où Bruxelles rêvait C'était au temps du cinéma muet C'était au temps où Bruxelles chantait C'était au temps où Bruxelles bruxellait http://www.jazztelia.com/outtasight/foto/2006/01/11/leadbelly Leadbelly 2006-01-11T10:08:04+00:00 2006-01-11T10:08:04+00:00 Qué bonito el recopilatorio de clásicos del folk que viene con el Mojo de este mes. Viniendo en tren, he escuchado varias veces seguidas esta preciosa canción de Leadbelly: Well you wake up in the morning, hear the ding dong ring, You go a-marching to the table, see the same damn thing Well, it's on a one table, knife, a fork and a pan, and if you say anything about it, you're in trouble with the man Let the midnight special, shine her light on me Let the midnight special, shine her ever-loving light on me If you ever go to Houston, you better walk right, you better not stagger, you better not fight Sheriff Benson will arrest you, he'll carry you down And if the jury finds you guilty, penitentiary bound Yonder come little Rosie, how in the world do you know I can tell her by her apron, and the dress she wore Umbrella on her shoulder, piece of paper in her hand She goes a-marching to the captain, says, "I want my man" "I don' believe that Rosie loves me", well tell me why She ain't been to see me, since las' July She brought me little coffee, she brought me little tea Brought me damn near ever'thing but the jailhouse key Yonder comes doctor Adams, "How in the world do you know?" Well he gave me a tablet, the day befo' There ain't no doctor, in all the lan' Can cure the fever of a convict man http://www.jazztelia.com/outtasight/foto/2006/01/04/the-new-pornographers-y-ii- The New Pornographers (y II) 2006-01-04T09:42:57+00:00 2006-01-04T09:42:57+00:00 Pues hoy continúo escuchando Mass Romantic, que tiene temazos como Letter from an occupant que canta la grandísima Neko Case. I'm told the eventual downfall is just a bill from the restaurant. You told me I could order the moon, babe, just as long as I shoot what I want. What the last ten minutes have taught me: bet the hand that your money's on. Where the hell have the '70s brought me? You trade me away long gone. For the love of a god, you say, not a letter from an occupant. The time that your enemy gives you, good times are not the ones you want. I cried five rivers on the way here, which one will you skate away on? The tune you'll be humming forever, all the words are replaced and wrong, with a shower of yeahs and whatevers, you trade me away long gone. For the love of a god, you say, not a letter from an occupant. Where have all the sensations gone? (x4) It's the song, the song, the song that's shaking me. http://www.jazztelia.com/outtasight/foto/2006/01/03/the-new-pornographers The New pornographers 2006-01-03T12:39:07+00:00 2006-01-03T12:39:07+00:00 Los New Pornographers son, seguramente, la banda que mejor discos de pop hace hoy día. Han publicado ya tres y todos son buenísimos, con grandes canciones con mucho sintetizador raro pero melodías directas. Hoy me han acompañado en el tren de cercanías en este día especialmente duro, por tener que volver al trabajo tras unos pocos días de vacaciones... Además escriben unas letras geniales: Mass romantic fool wears Foster Grants, his books on tape ring true, Like everyone wants to say I love you to someone on the radio. The first voice in the hollowed stars, now the one true loves, and author of My Life Among the Kids Who Go to Shows. This is not the way. In the streetlight dawn, in the streetlight dawn. This street turns on. Mass romantic fool, separated by sheets when the curtain calls you, speaking on the themes of stolen virtue missing from the radio. Now this romantic duel is into the streets, bon appetit, you've eaten me alive you realize. This is not the way. In the streetlight dawn, in the streetlight dawn. This beat turns on. This boy's life among the electrical lights. http://www.jazztelia.com/outtasight/foto/2005/12/27/somebody-nobody-wants Somebody Nobody wants 2005-12-27T09:51:37+00:00 2005-12-27T09:51:37+00:00 No puedo evitar ir cantando por la calle cuando escucho a Dion Dimucci, aun cuando existe la posibilidad de cruzarme con alguin de mi trabajo... Somebody Nobody Wants (S. Dee/G. Goehring) I'm just a somebody nobody wants (Nobody wants me) nobody wants me Everybody that I see Seems to have someone but me Arm in arm they walk along Why does life treat me so wrong? Wish somebody wanted me Because I just don't wanna be Another somebody nobody wants (Nobody wants) Saturday's another night Just like any other night Everybody's feelin' great Everybody's got a date All of them have fun but me Why why why must I be Just another somebody nobody wants (Nobody wants) (x2): Feel like my heart's about to break; I'm so sad I want a girl to love me; I want her bad I sit up in my lonely room Somethin's gotta happen soon Wond'rin' why I'm all alone Want somebody of my own Someone who will care a lot Someone who will prove I'm not Another somebody nobody wants (1st time): (Nobody wants) (repeat & fade): (Nobody wants me) Nobody wants me http://www.jazztelia.com/outtasight/foto/2005/12/26/go-sailor- Go Sailor!! 2005-12-26T10:52:32+00:00 2005-12-26T10:52:32+00:00 Este fin de semana navideño he recuperado el LP de Go Sailor que sacó Lookout en el 96 y que no es otra cosa que un recopilatorio de sus 7". Es un rato ñoño, pero soy adicto a este disco, que tanto en tanto me acuerdo que existe y le doy siempre un repaso a fondo. Su tono, entre la melancolía y la felicidad naif encaja perfectamente con cómo me suelo sentir por estas fechas. BIGGER THAN AN OCEAN if you moved a million miles away I'd still visit you every day flying across the sea is not the farthest I would go I'd go around the world just to see you 'cause I know my love is bigger than an ocean my heart swims in a sea of devotion my love is bigger than an ocean my heart swims in a sea of devotion for you if the water takes my boat away I'd still find you in less than day flying across the sea is not the farthest I would go I'd go around the world just to see you 'cause I know my love is bigger than an ocean my heart swims in a sea of devotion my love is bigger than an ocean my heart swims in a sea of devotion for you for you, for you, for you for you, for you, for you for you http://www.jazztelia.com/outtasight/foto/2005/12/23/la-reina-ha-muerto La reina ha muerto 2005-12-23T11:02:37+00:00 2005-12-23T11:02:37+00:00 Qué bueno el artículo del Uncut de este mes sobre la grabación del Queen is Dead de los Smiths. Hoy me lo he vuelto a poner para venir a currar y pensaba que seguramente es uno de mis cinco discos favoritos de la historia. Nunca había pensado en la similitud con los Stooges de algunas canciones, más que nada porque me ciega esa producción, pero sí que hay muchos parecidos... A dreaded sunny day So I meet you at the cemetry gates Keats and Yeats are on your side A dreaded sunny day So I meet you at the cemetry gates Keats and Yeats are on your side While Wilde is on mine So we go inside and we gravely read the stones All those people, all those lives Where are they now ? With loves, and hates And passions just like mine They were born And then they lived And then they died It seems so unfair I want to cry You say : "'Ere thrice the sun done salutation to the dawn" And you claim these words as your own But I've read well, and I've heard them said A hundred times (maybe less, maybe more) If you must write prose/poems The words you use should be your own Don't plagiarise or take "on loan" 'Cause there's always someone, somewhere With a big nose, who knows And who trips you up and laughs When you fall Who'll trip you up and laugh When you fall You say : "'Ere long done do does did" Words which could only be your own And then produce the text From whence was ripped (Some dizzy whore, 1804) A dreaded sunny day So let's go where we're happy And I meet you at the cemetry gates Oh, Keats and Yeats are on your side A dreaded sunny day So let's go where we're wanted And I meet you at the cemetry gates Keats and Yeats are on your side But you lose 'Cause weird lover Wilde is on mine Sure ! http://www.jazztelia.com/outtasight/foto/2005/12/21/mr-t-experience Mr. T Experience 2005-12-21T09:46:04+00:00 2005-12-21T09:46:04+00:00 Ayer por la noche recuperé un disco de Mr. T Experience y me tiré un buen rato leyendo algunas de sus letras, que son buenísimas. Y hoy he venido escuchando su álbum Revenge is sweet, and so are you. Pero una de sus canciones más míticas es esta de "Incluso Hitler tenía novia", seguramente la frase más cretina de la historia: I still haven't found a girlfriend though I've tried a lot so can you help me please it's tougher than I thought. The odds are pretty good but the goods are pretty odd still at this point I'd take anything you've got. You see this all the time nice girls in love with jerks what could they be thinking tell me how it works. If I've got some problems well I wouldn't be the first but the ones I have in mind are even worse and even Hitler had a girlfriend who he could always call who'd always be there for him in spite of all his faults. He was the worst guy ever reviled and despised even Hitler had a girlfriend so why can't I? life is full of contradictions hard to understand and for every happy woman there's a lonely man. Nixon had his puppy Charles Manson had his clan but God forbid that I get a girlfriend. Even Hitler had a girlfriend who he could call his own to sweeten days of bitterness and feeling all alone. I'm not as bad as Hitler but it doesn't mean a thing since they'd rather be with Hitler more than me I don't see why they'd rather be with Hitler more than me. http://www.jazztelia.com/outtasight/foto/2005/12/19/it-s-wonderful-life- It's a wonderful life... 2005-12-19T10:29:51+00:00 2005-12-19T10:29:51+00:00 Hoy he venido al curro escuchando el tercer LP de Sparklehorse, todo un discazo a base de mellotrones, cajas de ritmos y voces susurradas. Creo que lo que estoy haciendo musicalmente ne casa últimamente es un poco plagio, ja ja. Mirad qué chula la web: http://www.sparklehorse.org I am the only one can ride that horse th'yonder I'm full of bees who died at sea it's a wonderful life it's a wonderful life I wore a rooster's blood when it flew like doves I'm a bog of poisoned frogs it's a wonderful life it's a wonderful life I'm the dog that ate your birthday cake it's a wonderful life it's a wonderful life it's a wonderful life http://www.jazztelia.com/outtasight/foto/2005/12/13/love-of-lesbian Love of lesbian 2005-12-13T10:28:45+00:00 2005-12-13T10:28:45+00:00 El mundo de los trenes de cercanías es todo un mundo. Hoy avisaban por la radio de que me iba a ser prácticamente imposible llegar a trabajar, con lo que he preparado una estrategia para por lo menos pasar poco frío esperando... al final parece que la alarma era innecesaria y cogí el tren sin problemas. Eso sí, cuarenta y cinco minutos más tarde por culpa de mi estrategia. En la aventura he podido escuchar con más calma el último disco de Love of lesbian. Es de los que no entran a la primera y le voy pillando el gustillo a la voz, que era lo que más rechazo me había causado al principio. Ya hay dos canciones que me flipan. Y vosotros dos, ahorraos los comentarios tipo "te lo dije", ja ja. http://www.jazztelia.com/outtasight/foto/2005/12/12/please-please-please Please, please, please 2005-12-12T09:53:41+00:00 2005-12-12T09:53:41+00:00 Los Smiths no son la mejor opción para animarle a uno un lunes por la mañana, pero de canciones bonitas tienen un buen puñado... Good times for a change See, the luck I’ve had Can make a good man Turn bad So please please please Let me, let me, let me Let me get what I want This time Haven’t had a dream in a long time See, the life I’ve had Can make a good man bad So for once in my life Let me get what I want Lord knows, it would be the first time Lord knows, it would be the first time http://www.jazztelia.com/outtasight/foto/2005/12/09/cotton-mather Cotton Mather 2005-12-09T12:03:10+00:00 2005-12-09T12:03:10+00:00 Cada vez que escucho este disco, y lo hago de muy tanto en tanto, pienso que es mi disco favorito de los 90. Menuda producción y menudas canciones: HOMEFRONT CAMEO Everything is better the boss has made a cameo He has seen the infidel army like a prince of old Listen to him twist her faith, he's been out there all day Sleeping on the laurels of a face from long ago As matters complicate, it's a terrible thing to wait Everything is better the boss has made a cameo He has seen the infidel army like a prince of old She's made the bed three times today Each a masterpiece in its own way and takes his name in vain From this vantage point she is making her plans Kiss good-bye to this your century map She calls her future back ,takes his wine from the rack He wants a glass of water but she sweetly mouths her no Then like an arrow he's let go, Arcing from he poison beau Everything is better the boss has made a cameo He has seen the infidel army like a prince of old Everything is better the boss has made a cameo http://www.jazztelia.com/outtasight/foto/2005/12/07/the-magnetic-fields The magnetic fields 2005-12-07T09:53:25+00:00 2005-12-07T09:53:25+00:00 Qué chulo el disco de Magnetic Fields "i". Arreglos preciosos y bonitas melodías. Eran una asignatura pendiente que tendré que continuar solventando... So you quote love unquote me Well, stranger things have come to be But let's agree to disagree Cause I don't believe you I don't believe you You tell me I'm not not cute Its truth or falsity is moot Cause honesty's not your strong suit And I don't believe you I don't believe you You tell me of what once was And all about Buck, Butch, and Buzz How they were not like me because... But I don't believe you I don't believe you I had a dream and you were in it The blue of your eyes was infinite You seemed to be In love with me Which isn't very realistic You may sing me "They Were You" And I start crying halfway through But nothing else you say is true So I don't believe you I don't believe you You may set your charm on stun And say I'm delightful and fun But you say that to everyone Well, I don't believe you I don't believe you So you're brilliant gorgeous and Ampersand after ampersand You think I just don't understand But I don't believe you I don't believe you I don't believe you I don't believe you http://www.jazztelia.com/outtasight/foto/2005/12/05/seguimos-con-lapido Seguimos con Lapido 2005-12-05T09:49:10+00:00 2005-12-05T09:49:10+00:00 Pues aún no se me ha pasado la fiebre que me dio con el último disco de Jose Ignacio Lapido. Otra mañana más acompañándome en el tren...