Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Saturday, October 18, 2008
You....and meeeeeeeeee
Aaaahh! Qué buena rola! Hace poco vi a esta banda en vivo y hoy me desperté extasiado y con ganas de oir esto!
If the trials in are really getting you down,
We had a close call, I didn't even see it,
Then another one, and I hardly believed it at all
What the writers say, it means shit to me now,
Plants and animals, here on the bender when it's 80 degrees,
the end of December, what's going on, only for you and me
And to showing off his he's going back to the south,
We're hungry, next that I know,
and running the blender in a lightning storm,
disguises a blessing I'm sure
Knowing up his, here comes a fork in the road,
Pants have gotta go, here on the island on the 4th of July,
Looks like the tide is going home
Time I find a little way to your heart,
Now to the General Store, nothing specific,
Gonna wash my bones in the Atlantic shore, only for you and me.
Chequen qué chida su página de interné de ellos: Band of Horses
(Y también tienen un gran blog!)
If the trials in are really getting you down,
We had a close call, I didn't even see it,
Then another one, and I hardly believed it at all
What the writers say, it means shit to me now,
Plants and animals, here on the bender when it's 80 degrees,
the end of December, what's going on, only for you and me
And to showing off his he's going back to the south,
We're hungry, next that I know,
and running the blender in a lightning storm,
disguises a blessing I'm sure
Knowing up his, here comes a fork in the road,
Pants have gotta go, here on the island on the 4th of July,
Looks like the tide is going home
Time I find a little way to your heart,
Now to the General Store, nothing specific,
Gonna wash my bones in the Atlantic shore, only for you and me.
Chequen qué chida su página de interné de ellos: Band of Horses
(Y también tienen un gran blog!)
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
y por azar...
...gracias a que mi iTunes se anda portando mal, redescubrí una rola que me puso a cantar instantáneamente. Fue como un rescate de memoria profunda...sentí como si me hubieran sacado una pequeña joya que tenía guardada y empolvada en un cajón obscuro y profundo en la piel debajo de la nalga derecha.
¿Cómo sucedió? Pues puse play en alguna rola de Sigur Ros que sí estaba reconociendo mi iTunes, y cuando se acabó, iTunes se saltó todas las que no reconocía, hasta que se detuvo un segundo y empezó a tocar "Trátame Suavemente":
Alguien me ha dicho que la soledad
se esconde tras tus ojos,
y que tu blusa atora sentimientos, que respiras
tenes que comprender
que no puse tus miedos
donde estan guardados,
y que no podré quitártelos
si al hacerlo me desgarras.
No quiero soñar
mil veces la mismas cosas
ni contemplarlas sabiamente
quiero que me trates suavemente.
Te comportas de acuerdo
con lo que te dicta cada momento
y esta inconstancia, no es algo heróico
es mas bien algo enfermo.
No quiero soñar
mil veces las mismas cosas
ni contemplarlas sabiamente
quiero que me trates suavemente.
¿Cómo sucedió? Pues puse play en alguna rola de Sigur Ros que sí estaba reconociendo mi iTunes, y cuando se acabó, iTunes se saltó todas las que no reconocía, hasta que se detuvo un segundo y empezó a tocar "Trátame Suavemente":
Alguien me ha dicho que la soledad
se esconde tras tus ojos,
y que tu blusa atora sentimientos, que respiras
tenes que comprender
que no puse tus miedos
donde estan guardados,
y que no podré quitártelos
si al hacerlo me desgarras.
No quiero soñar
mil veces la mismas cosas
ni contemplarlas sabiamente
quiero que me trates suavemente.
Te comportas de acuerdo
con lo que te dicta cada momento
y esta inconstancia, no es algo heróico
es mas bien algo enfermo.
No quiero soñar
mil veces las mismas cosas
ni contemplarlas sabiamente
quiero que me trates suavemente.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Sweet Song
What am I to do
Someone is really unhappy
Put myself on the knife
It seems I never got through to you
So I'll wean myself off slowly
I'm a darkened soul
My streets all pop music and coke
All our lives on tv
You switch off and try to sleep
People get so lonely
I believe, I believe, I believe
Everything's out to see
I believe, I believe, I believe
I believe it's the way it should be
I hope you feel the same
Everyone is dying
Stop crying now here comes the sun
I didn't mean to hurt you, oh no no
It takes time to see what you've done
So I'll wean myself off slowly
I believe, I believe, I believe
Love is the only one
I deceive, I deceive, I deceive
I deceive 'cause I'm not that strong
I hope you feel the same
And now, now
It seems that
It's falling apart
But I hope I see the good in you
Come back again
I just believed in you.
Someone is really unhappy
Put myself on the knife
It seems I never got through to you
So I'll wean myself off slowly
I'm a darkened soul
My streets all pop music and coke
All our lives on tv
You switch off and try to sleep
People get so lonely
I believe, I believe, I believe
Everything's out to see
I believe, I believe, I believe
I believe it's the way it should be
I hope you feel the same
Everyone is dying
Stop crying now here comes the sun
I didn't mean to hurt you, oh no no
It takes time to see what you've done
So I'll wean myself off slowly
I believe, I believe, I believe
Love is the only one
I deceive, I deceive, I deceive
I deceive 'cause I'm not that strong
I hope you feel the same
And now, now
It seems that
It's falling apart
But I hope I see the good in you
Come back again
I just believed in you.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Gracias...totales.
Ya me voy, ya me voy. De retache otra vez al hogar 2.0. Pero esta vez me llevo grandes recuerdos, de mis papás muertos de risa subiendo la pirámide de Palenque, de Loren y Mauricio vestidos de tzotziles, de la peor banda del mundo en el Imperial el viernes pasado con Rodrigo, del Chakiraz y Chamo en esa reunión de sombreros, del desayuno con el Ñeri y de toda la banda en la fiesta de Godofredo. De Eva y la hookah de fresa. De Yesi y el combo mezcales con nieves de Roxy. La tlayuda con cilantro del museo de antropología; Mara, Orla, Elyse, y sus primeras quesadillas de huitlacoche. Jeff Wall ayer y Vik Muniz hoy.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Glimmer of hope
It's terrifying to read the news these days. Child slavery, organ trafficking, sexual exploitation... I lose a bit of faith in humanity every day.
But once in a while, a tiny incident happens in my life, a little reminder that not everything is lost and that a noble cause is still worth fighting for.
Yesterday, I left a note on a parked bike in my basement, telling the owner that I was interested in buying it. It is a vintage Bianchi Formula One with a pink frame, and rusty handlebars. It was love at first sight when I saw it...I imagined spending a little money to turn the bike into a sweet hipster fixie and gaining some street cred at last!! (look at these Moyer beauties, for example, or these Fast Boys).
Anyway, I got home and had a message from the bike owner. I called him and he said, "listen, I appreciate your interest in the bike. I am aware of its value as a vintage hand welded italian frame, and I'd like you to have it. But there is only one condition." At this point I thought, "oh god, he's going to make me babysit an annoying kid for a full month or take his miniature chihuahua out for a walk on Sunday mornings!"
But I was very wrong. My neighbour simply asked me: "I need you to make a donation to the Canadian Liver Society... my niece had a liver transplant and we would greatly appreciate your help." He didn't ask for a specific amount. He only said, donate.
His words moved me, they grabbed me and shook my insides. I felt tiny...my intention of buying the bike suddenly seemed stupid. I felt humbled. And so I logged into the link he gave me and met Taya, a baby with Biliary Atresia, a rare liver disease. I gladly made a donation.
Today, the bike rests on the wall of my room, waiting for a new chain and some air in the tires. But it has now acquired a new, deeper meaning from when I first saw it. A constant reminder of Taya, the pink Bianchi fills my room with hope...
p.s. this post is dedicated to my neighbor Lu Vo, who today showed me the meaning of gratitude.
(feel inspired? Donate. You won't get a bike, though)
But once in a while, a tiny incident happens in my life, a little reminder that not everything is lost and that a noble cause is still worth fighting for.
Yesterday, I left a note on a parked bike in my basement, telling the owner that I was interested in buying it. It is a vintage Bianchi Formula One with a pink frame, and rusty handlebars. It was love at first sight when I saw it...I imagined spending a little money to turn the bike into a sweet hipster fixie and gaining some street cred at last!! (look at these Moyer beauties, for example, or these Fast Boys).
Anyway, I got home and had a message from the bike owner. I called him and he said, "listen, I appreciate your interest in the bike. I am aware of its value as a vintage hand welded italian frame, and I'd like you to have it. But there is only one condition." At this point I thought, "oh god, he's going to make me babysit an annoying kid for a full month or take his miniature chihuahua out for a walk on Sunday mornings!"
But I was very wrong. My neighbour simply asked me: "I need you to make a donation to the Canadian Liver Society... my niece had a liver transplant and we would greatly appreciate your help." He didn't ask for a specific amount. He only said, donate.
His words moved me, they grabbed me and shook my insides. I felt tiny...my intention of buying the bike suddenly seemed stupid. I felt humbled. And so I logged into the link he gave me and met Taya, a baby with Biliary Atresia, a rare liver disease. I gladly made a donation.
Today, the bike rests on the wall of my room, waiting for a new chain and some air in the tires. But it has now acquired a new, deeper meaning from when I first saw it. A constant reminder of Taya, the pink Bianchi fills my room with hope...p.s. this post is dedicated to my neighbor Lu Vo, who today showed me the meaning of gratitude.
(feel inspired? Donate. You won't get a bike, though)
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Hot Hot Hot Chip!
It's been about 36 hours since I left the Commodore Ballroom with Hot Chip ringing in my ears. They're still ringing in my ears and I suppose it won't stop for a long time. Today I woke up and decided to play their new album. It just wasn't the same. Once you see Hot Chip live, the albums simply don't suffice.
My first experience with Hot Chip was at Coachella 2007. I walked into the Mohave Tent not knowing what I was about to experience and was soon immersed in a crowd that was dancing and jumping to And I Was a Boy From School. The entire place was vibrating and I remember forgetting for a second that we were in the middle of a desert, at 40 degrees Celsius. I walked out of the tent as a fan.
When their new Made in the Dark album came out I thought...well, it's a little less catchy and much more romantic. It even has some tints of R&B (just listen to "We're Looking for a Lot of Love" or to "Wrestlers") and a love ballad that could make Bono cry ("Made in the Dark"). The differences between songs are even confusing. As I looked at my ticket for the concert I wondered how on earth they would keep the live Hot Chip sound that I remembered. I predicted the concert would disappoint me.
Fortunately, I was wrong...very wrong. Hot Chip is hotter than ever and their live act is simply perfect! Once the lights went out and the first sampler was fired up, there was nothing but dancing on the wooden floor of the Commodore. The venue is amazing because it is intimate and comfortable, and Hot Chip proved to be masters in crowd control: they delivered three fully pumped dance songs and then let us rest with a slow romantic song... then they took it up a notch with new songs, gave us another rest, and finally exploded in endless loops of "I'm in no fit state, I'm in no fit state..." The crowd was in total rapture!
In contrast to their previous show, this time the concert was much more about love. They integrated their new romantic songs perfectly into their high adrenaline dance show and played with our full range of emotions. Couples shifted from dancing to hugging to dancing to jumping and then Over and Over like a monkey with a miniature cymbal. After this tremendous sweat fest, they singer announced the last song. Silence fell on the dance floor as he took a deep breath. Then the most unexpected of surprises: his voice erupted with "It's been seven hours and fifteen daaays." Yes! The Prince song that drove the brokenhearted world crazy and skyrocketed Sinnead O'Connor to fame. The crowd exploded in chanting and then the band blended-in their new "In the Privacy of Our Love". When the song finished and the lights came up, all I could see were smiles and general feeling of satisfaction. But any written description pales in comparison to the visual evidence:
And another one just to give you a feel of the energy that night:
My first experience with Hot Chip was at Coachella 2007. I walked into the Mohave Tent not knowing what I was about to experience and was soon immersed in a crowd that was dancing and jumping to And I Was a Boy From School. The entire place was vibrating and I remember forgetting for a second that we were in the middle of a desert, at 40 degrees Celsius. I walked out of the tent as a fan.
When their new Made in the Dark album came out I thought...well, it's a little less catchy and much more romantic. It even has some tints of R&B (just listen to "We're Looking for a Lot of Love" or to "Wrestlers") and a love ballad that could make Bono cry ("Made in the Dark"). The differences between songs are even confusing. As I looked at my ticket for the concert I wondered how on earth they would keep the live Hot Chip sound that I remembered. I predicted the concert would disappoint me.
Fortunately, I was wrong...very wrong. Hot Chip is hotter than ever and their live act is simply perfect! Once the lights went out and the first sampler was fired up, there was nothing but dancing on the wooden floor of the Commodore. The venue is amazing because it is intimate and comfortable, and Hot Chip proved to be masters in crowd control: they delivered three fully pumped dance songs and then let us rest with a slow romantic song... then they took it up a notch with new songs, gave us another rest, and finally exploded in endless loops of "I'm in no fit state, I'm in no fit state..." The crowd was in total rapture!
In contrast to their previous show, this time the concert was much more about love. They integrated their new romantic songs perfectly into their high adrenaline dance show and played with our full range of emotions. Couples shifted from dancing to hugging to dancing to jumping and then Over and Over like a monkey with a miniature cymbal. After this tremendous sweat fest, they singer announced the last song. Silence fell on the dance floor as he took a deep breath. Then the most unexpected of surprises: his voice erupted with "It's been seven hours and fifteen daaays." Yes! The Prince song that drove the brokenhearted world crazy and skyrocketed Sinnead O'Connor to fame. The crowd exploded in chanting and then the band blended-in their new "In the Privacy of Our Love". When the song finished and the lights came up, all I could see were smiles and general feeling of satisfaction. But any written description pales in comparison to the visual evidence:
And another one just to give you a feel of the energy that night:
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