El señor Bob para ponernos al día!

Que digo yo que ya tocaba volver por estos lares! Tras casi tres meses de absentismo bloggero me digno a postear de nuevo! La verdad es que hace tiempo que perdí las ganas de actualizar el blog y no es que las haya recuperado del todo, pero anyway, me apetecía volver y así lo he hecho!

De paso os hago saber que desde este tiempo de absentismo me he instalado en Londres y aquí sigo, viviendo una nueva experiencia! Como otros miles de spanish, me decidí por esta ciudad para improve my English, y como a muchos otros me está pasando lo de siempre, que paso más tiempo hablando castellano que inglés! Es que somos una plaga jeje Pero bueno, no pierdo la esperanza de volver con un poco más de level...

Y nada, en lo referente a la música, que es lo que aquí más interesa, de momento sólo he estado en dos jam sessions de blues, una en The Alley Cat (Denmark street), un sótano pequeñito y acogedor dónde vi por first time a la futura promesa del blues inglés! Un xavalín que no tendrá más de trece o catorce años y que canta y toca la guitarra que da gusto! La otra jam fue en Camden, en el Blues Kitchen, mucho más grande que el Alley Cat y con un ambiente de la ostia (al menos el domingo cuando fui a la jam). Y allí volví a ver al xavalín! También me sorprendió una chica que tocaba la flauta a lo Ian Anderson y versionaba a Jimi Hendrix junto a un guitarrista cachondísimo (gorro estilo ruso y gafas brillantes, un personaje digno de admirar). Nada, que lo que más me sorprendió es que por lo visto Ron Wood estuvo en el Kitchen hace unas semanas (creo que no tocó) pero estuvo entre el público haciéndose fotos! Si me lo encuentro prometo poner la foto!

Bueno, eso es todo por ahora!

Espero que os vaya bien, por lo que veo los blogs siguen en marcha!



You got a lotta nerve
To say you are my friend
When I was down
You just stood there grinning

You got a lotta nerve
To say you got a helping hand to lend
You just want to be on
The side that’s winning

You say I let you down
You know it’s not like that
If you’re so hurt
Why then don’t you show it

You say you lost your faith
But that’s not where it’s at
You had no faith to lose
And you know it

I know the reason
That you talk behind my back
I used to be among the crowd
You’re in with

Do you take me for such a fool
To think I’d make contact
With the one who tries to hide
What he don’t know to begin with

You see me on the street
You always act surprised
You say, “How are you?” “Good luck”
But you don’t mean it

When you know as well as me
You’d rather see me paralyzed
Why don’t you just come out once
And scream it

No, I do not feel that good
When I see the heartbreaks you embrace
If I was a master thief
Perhaps I’d rob them

And now I know you’re dissatisfied
With your position and your place
Don’t you understand
It’s not my problem

I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
And just for that one moment
I could be you

Yes, I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
You’d know what a drag it is
To see you

Guitarra celestial :)

Canción perfecta para lucirse a las 6 cuerdas!

Flipar es poco!

Sí, todavía no había visto este vídeo y he flipado!!! Sabía que desde muy pequeño ya destacaba pero, Joder!!! Cuando empieza la ronda con el otro guitarra es alucinante! 13 años... Vaya tela!!!

Pon un ukelele en tu vida :)

Mientras sigo con el abandono del blog, os dejo una interpretación del tema más famoso de Queen tocado con el instrumento de moda, el ukelele!!! Ale, disfrutad del verano!

Barna blues

Aquí os dejo el link de Barna blues, un nuevo blog dónde los amantes del blues se encontrarán como en casa.

http://barnablues.blogspot.com/

Just friends

Just friends, lovers no more
Just friends but not like before

To think of what we've been
And not to kiss again
Seems like pretending
It isn't the ending

Two friends drifting apart
Two friends but one broken heart

We loved, we laughed, we cried
Suddenly love died
The story ended
But we're just friends

Two friends drifting apart
Two friends but one broken heart

We loved, we laughed, we cried
Suddenly love died
The story ended
But we're just friends

Big River

Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry
And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky
And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River
Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die

I met her accidentally in St. Paul, Minnesota
And it tore me up every time I heard her drawl, Southern drawl
Then I heard my dream was back downstream Cavortin' in Davenport
And I followed you, Big River, when you called

Then you took me to St. Louis later on down the river
A freighter said she's been here but she's gone, boy, she's gone
I found her trail in Memphis but she just walked up the block
Raised a few eyebrows and then she went on down alone

Now, won't you batter down by Baton Rouge, River Queen, roll it on
Take that woman on down to New Orleans, New Orleans
Go on, I've had enough, dump my blues down in the gulf
She loves you, Big River, more than me

Otra que se va los 27

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-14262237

You only live once

Sólo se vive una vez, o eso dicen los Strokes!

Ooooooooh Ooooh Ooooh

Some people think they're always right

Others are quiet and uptight

Others they seem so very nice, nice, nice, nice, nice, nice...(oh-ho)

Inside they might feel sad and wrong (oh no)

Twenty-nine different attributes

Only seven that you like (uh oh)

Twenty ways to see the world (oh-ho)

Twenty ways to start a fight (oh-ho)

Oh don't, don't, don't get up

Sh-sh-sh-sh-I can't see the sunshine

I'll be waiting for you, baby

Cause I'm through

Sit me down

Shut me up

I'll calm down

And I'll get along with you

ooooooo-ooooooo-oooooh

Oh, men don't notice what they got

Oh, women think of that a lot...

A thousand ways to please your man (oh-ho)

Not even one requires a plan (I know)

And countless odd religions, too

It doesn't matter which you choose (oh no)

One stubborn way to turn your back (oh-ho)

This I've tried and now refuse (oh-ho)

Oh don't, don't, don't get up

Sh-sh-sh-sh-I can't see the sunshine

Oh, I'll be waiting for you, baby

Cause I'm through

Sit me down

Shut me up

I'll calm down

And I'll get along with you

Alright

Shut me up

Shut me up

And I'll get along with you

Midnight in Paris

Un placer de película.

Does this bus stop at 82nd street?

Hey bus driver, keep the change
Bless your children, give them names
Don't trust men who walk with canes
Drink this and you'll grow wings on your feet
Broadway Mary, Joan Fontaine
Advertiser on a downtown train
Christmas crier bustin' cane
He's in love again

Where dock worker's dreams mix with panther's schemes
To someday own the rodeo
Tainted women in VistaVision
Perform for out-of-state kids at the late show

Wizard imps and sweat sock pimps
Interstellar mongrel nymphs
Rex said that lady left him limp
Love's like that (sure it is)
Queen of diamonds, ace of spades
Newly discovered lovers of the Everglades
They take out a full-page ad in the trades
To announce their arrival
And Mary Lou, she found out how to cope
She rides to heaven on a gyroscope
The Daily News asks her for the dope
She said, "Man, the dope's that there's still hope"

Senorita, Spanish rose
Wipes her eyes and blows her nose
Uptown in Harlem she throws a rose
To some lucky young matador

Reelin' And Rockin'

A mover la cadera :)

Apolo 7-7-11

Pues bien, se lo han montado bien The Gaslight Anthem en el último concierto del tour, que sino he entendido mal ha durado 18 meses??

Un concierto non stop, como a mí me gustan, dando caña y hablando en momentos puntuales, como antes de las baladas o para despedirse! (me gusta que hablen los músicos, pero hay veces que se pasan, hoy no ha sido el caso!). Grande el momento en que el cantante ha recitado una parte del Boots of Spanish Leather, igual de grande que la intro del concierto con ese solazo de saxo de Clarence en Jungleland o la versión que han tocado del State of love and trust de Pearl Jam (uouuuuu). Pues nada, me voy a sobar que no sé que coño hago escribiendo esto ahora mismo! Ahí va una prueba de como versionan a los Pearl Jam!

The Gaslight Anthem

Veremos como se lo montan los Gaslight Anthem esta noche en Barcelona!

Here we go again!

Tras el total abandono del blog reaparezco con una, para mí, gran noticia, otro año repito peregrinaje hacia Vitoria para acudir al festival de festivales, sí, el Azkena Rock Festival!!! Los tres pedazo cabeza de cartel del año pasado serán difíciles de superar pero en global este año el cartel también me parece muy interesante con grupos tan variados como Ozzy, Brian Setzer's, Reverend Horton, Avett Brothers, The Cult, Clutch, Band of Horses, Eels, Black Country Communinion, joder es que vaya cartel....y como no, Mr. Gregg Allman...vaya tela...y sí, Kyuss Lives! con temas como éste....tela tela!!! y Paul Weller y Arizona Baby y Cheap Trick y... etc etc etc

The Ryan O'Reilly Band

Si visitáis Londres y paseáis por Portobello road (Notting Hill) un sábado o domingo por la mañana, es posible que os encontréis con The Ryan O'Reilly Band. Hope you like it! Buen fin de semana, que ya no queda nada!!! :)

The man in me

La versión de la que os hablaba el otro día, Eli versionando al maestro!

Revolution

BCN Pl. Catalaunya

Se puede estar más o menos de acuerdo con la spanishrevolution pero lo que sí es totalmente indignante es la forma como la policía desalojó pl. Catalunya el viernes pasado con la excusa de limpiar la plaza. Otro tema es el hecho de que requisaran ordenadores, bafles, cables, y otras pertenencias sin ninguna explicación y luego lo dejaran todo en una especie de vertedero donde ayer los propietarios intentaban recuperar los restos que se podían utilizar. Bastante penosa la gestión de la policía y los políticos. Si hay una acampada en medio de tu ciudad y si tanta gente está disconforme será por algo, me parece bien el no hacer ni caso, siempre es una respuesta, pero me parece poco político y de nula diplomacia el enviar a una escuadra de policías a desalojar una plaza, aunque digan que la iban a limpiar. A ver, yo en mi casa cuando limpio no lo tiro todo a un vertedero y luego lo voy a buscar. Bueno, ya está, tenía que soltar un poco de indignación por algún lado.

BCN 27M from Daniel Vazquez on Vimeo.

The Gardener

Me repito, pero este hombre es un maestro! Si tenéis la oportunidad de verle en directo alguna vez no la dejéis escapar!

Paperboy

Grande Eli "Paperboy" Reed ayer en la sala Apolo de Barcelona! Se presentó él solito, sin más compañía que su Gibson y sus gafas de sol. Pero quien necesita más compañía cuando tiene el talento de este chaval! My God! No soy un experto en la materia pero lo que vi me pareció una gran demostración de soul/rock/blues íntimo, directo, sincero y atrevido, muy atrevido!

La idea original era que saliera sentado al piano, pero el piano se estropeó y no quedó más remedio que pasar a la guitarra! Grandes temas, mucha destreza en la guitarra y una gran voz! Muy bonito el detalle que tuvo al versionar el Man in Me de Dylan para celebrar el cumpleaños del maestro! También hubo dos o tres temillas 100% blueseros y alguna baladilla! Y para rematarlo en el último tema salieron The Pepper Pots (que habían tocado de teloneros, con un gran concierto también) para cerrar la noche de forma triunfal!

Por cierto, Eli estaba en bcn porque estos días ha estado grabando un EP con The Pepper Pots en Girona. Se estrenó en el concierto de ayer al menos uno de los temas del EP y me recordó muchísimo al I Got the blues de los Stones (piel de gallina).

Esto dice Eli del concierto en su twitter: Broken microphone, broken wurlitzer but still a great show. Thanks Barcelona!

Happy Birthday

Sí, yo también quiero felicitar a Bob!!! Y de paso recupero el blog que llevaba unos días inactivo! Pues nada, espero que os vaya bien a los demás bloggers! No comento nada, casi no visito blogs, pero bueno, me alegra ver que vais actualizando!!!

Os dejo con el amigo Jimi, que amablemente, ha querido venir a tocar en la fiesta de Bob!

Juveniles

If you're gonna play the game, boy You better learn to play it right

About twenty years ago

On a train bound for nowhere

I met up with The Gambler

We were both too tired to sleep

So we took turns a starin'

Through the window at the darkness

'Til boredom overtook us

And he commenced to speak

He said, 'Son, I've made a life

Out of readin' people's faces

And knowin' what their cards were

By the way they held their eyes

And if you don't mind my sayin'

I would say you're out of aces

And for one taste of your whiskey

I will give you some advice'

So I handed him my bottle

And he drank down my last swallow

Then he bummed a cigarette

Then he bummed a light

The night got deathly quiet

And his face lost all expression

He said, 'If you're gonna play the game, boy

You better learn to play it right'

'Cause ev'ry gambler knows

That the secret to survival

Is knowin' what to throw away

And knowin' what to keep

And ev'ry hand's a winner

Just like ev'ry hand's a loser

And the best that you can hope for

Is to die in your sleep.

You got to know when to hold 'em

Know when to fold 'em

Know when to walk away

Know when to run

You don't ever count your money

While you're sittin' at the table

There'll be time enough for countin'

When the dealin' is done

You got to know when to hold 'em

Know when to fold 'em

Know when to walk away

Know when to run

You don't ever count your money

While you're sittin' at the table

There'll be time enough for countin'

When the dealin' is done

And when he finished speakin'

He turned back t'ward the window

Put out his cigarette

Faded off to sleep

And somewhere in the darkness

The gambler he broke even

But in his final words

I found an ace that I could keep

You got to know when to hold 'em

Know when to fold 'em

Know when to walk away

Know when to run

You don't ever count your money

While you're sittin' at the table

There'll be time enough for countin'

When the dealin' is done

You got to know when to hold 'em

Know when to fold 'em

Know when to walk away

Know when to run

You don't ever count your money

While you're sittin' at the table

There'll be time enough for countin'

When the dealin' is done

You got to know when to hold 'em

Know when to fold 'em

Know when to walk away

Know when to run

You don't ever count your money

While you're sittin' at the table

There'll be time enough for countin'

When the dealin' is done

Metal Guru

Sencillo y efectivo...Metal Guru is it you, yeah yeah yeah!

My-wow-oh-yeah!

Metal Guru is it you, Metal Guru is it you

Sitting there in your armor plated chair, oh yeah

Metal Guru is it true, Metal Guru is it true

All alone without a telephone, oh yeah

Metal Guru could it be you're gonna bring my baby to me

She'll be wild you know a rock and roll child, oh yeah

Metal Guru has it been, just like a silver-studded sabre-tooth dream

I'II be clean you know pollution machine, oh yeah

Metal Guru is it you, Metal Guru is it you

Oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah, yeah, rock!

Metal Guru could it be you're gonna bring my baby to me

She'll be wild you know a rock and roll child, oh yeah

Metal Guru is it you, Metal Guru is it true

All alone without a telephone, oh

Metal Guru could it be you're gonna bring my baby to me

She'll be wild you know a rock and roll child, oh yeah

Metal Guru is it you, Metal Guru is it you, yeah, yeah, yeah

Metal Guru is it you, yeah, yeah, yeah

Metal Guru is it you, yeah, yeah, yeah ....

Killing Time

Powderfinger

Look out, Mama,
there's a white boat
comin' up the river
With a big red beacon,
and a flag,
and a man on the rail
I think you'd better call John,
'Cause it don't
look like they're here
to deliver the mail
And it's less than a mile away
I hope they didn't come to stay
It's got numbers on the side
and a gun
And it's makin' big waves.

Daddy's gone,
my brother's out hunting
in the mountains
Big John's been drinking
since the river took Emmy-Lou
So the powers that be
left me here
to do the thinkin'
And I just turned twenty-two
I was wonderin' what to do
And the closer they got,
The more those feelings grew.

Daddy's rifle in my hand
felt reassurin'
He told me,
Red means run, son,
numbers add up to nothin'
But when the first shot
hit the docks I saw it comin'
Raised my rifle to my eye
Never stopped to wonder why.
Then I saw black,
And my face splashed in the sky.

Shelter me from the powder
and the finger
Cover me with the thought
that pulled the trigger
Think of me
as one you'd never figured
Would fade away so young
With so much left undone
Remember me to my love,
I know I'll miss her.

Folsom Prison Blues

Buen fin de semana a tod@s! Si os quedáis atascados en Folsom Prison tened cuidad con este bandido :)

I hear the train a comin'
It's rolling round the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when,
I'm stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps draggin' on
But that train keeps a rollin' on down to San Antone..
When I was just a baby my mama told me. Son,
Always be a good boy, don't ever play with guns.
But I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die
When I hear that whistle blowing, I hang my head and cry..

Soooey!

I bet there's rich folks eating from a fancy dining car
They're probably drinkin' coffee and smoking big cigars.
Well I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free
But those people keep a movin'
And that's what tortures me...

Well if they freed me from this prison,
If that railroad train was mine
I bet I'd move it on a little farther down the line
Far from Folsom prison, that's where I want to stay
And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away.....

Ten Thousand Words

Ten thousand words swarm around my head
Ten million more in books written beneath my bed
I wrote or read them all when searchin' in the swarms
Still can't find out how to hold my hands

And I know you need me in the next room over
But I am stuck in here all paralyzed
For months I got myself in ruts
Too much time spent in mirrors framed in yellow walls

Ain't it like most people? I'm no different
We love to talk on things we don't know about
Ain't it like most people? I'm no different
We love to talk on things we don't know about

And everyone around me shakes their head in disbelief
And says I'm too caught up
They say young is good and old is fine
And truth is cool but all that matters
Is that you have your good times
But their good times come with prices
And I can't believe it when I hear the jokes they make
At anyone's expense except their own
Would they laugh if they knew who paid?

Ain't it like most people? I'm no different
We love to talk on things we don't know about
Ain't it like most people? I'm no different
We love to talk on things we don't know about

And after we are through ten years
Of making it to be the most of glorious day dues
I'll come back home without my things
'Cause the clothes I wore out there I will not wear 'round you
And they'll be quick to point out our shortcommings
And how the experts all have had their doubts

Ain't it like most people? I'm no different
We love to talk on things we don't know about

Fly me to the moon

Fly me to the moon
Let me play among the stars
Let me see what spring is like
On Jupiter and Mars
In other words, hold my hand
In other words, darling, kiss me

Fill my life with song
And let me sing for ever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore
In other words, please be true
In other words, I love you

Fly me to the moon
Let me play among the stars
Let me see what spring is like
On Jupiter and Mars
In other words, hold my hand
In other words, darling, kiss me

Fill my life with song
And let me sing for ever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore
In other words, please be true
In other words, I love you

Ventilator blues

Stones y más Stones! Ahí va una versión del Ventilator Blues de los Stones interpretada por Clarenece "Gatemouth" Brown.

When your spine is cracking and your hands, they shake,
Heart is bursting and you butt's gonna break.
Your woman's cussing, you can hear her scream,
You feel like murder in the first degree.

Ain't nobody slowing down no way,
Ev'rybody's stepping on their accelerator,
Don't matter where you are,
Ev'rybody's gonna need a ventilator.

When you're trapped and circled with no second chances,
Your code of living is your gun in hand.
We can't be browed by beating, we can't be cowed by words,
Messed by cheating, ain't gonna ever learn.

Ev'rybody walking 'round,
Ev'rybody trying to step on their Creator.
Don't matter where you are, ev'rybody, ev'rybody gonna
Need some kind of ventilator, some kind of ventilator.

What you gonna do about it, what you gonna do?
What you gonna do about it, what you gonna do?
Gonna fight it, gonna fight it?

Y un vídeo de "Gatemouth" en directo, todo un maestro!

Further On Up The Road

Uou!!! Un poco de guitarreo para calentar lo poco que queda para el fin de semana!

Shake your money maker

Tremendo tremendo disco! Qué os voy a decir que ya no sepáis de él! 10 canciones memorables que convierten, a mí parecer, a este álbum en una obra maestra de cabo a rabo! Entre ellas este Sister Luck que acompaña a las otras dos perlas del disco, que son Seeing Things y She Talks to Angels. Tremendo :)

Luego están los otros temazos clásicos que no hace falta nombrar!

Un saludo y buen fin de semana!! Ya lo tenemos al lado de la esquina!!!

Charlie's in town

Ayer por la noche me enteré de que Carlie Watts estaba tocando en la sala Luz de Gas de Barcelona y casi me da algo! No tenía ni idea de que el rolling stone estaba por estos lares tocando jazz! Por lo visto hoy y mañana repite en la misma sala. precios: 50 euros de pie, 90 euros sentado! Para los Rolling lo pago encantado, pero para ver a Watts tocando jazz, aunque tiene que ser una gran experiencia, me cuesta mucho más soltar 50 euros...

Tiene gracia porque a raíz de ésto, esta noche he soñado que el que venía en solitario no era Watts sino Warren Haynes! Y en el sueño no tardaba ni medio minuto en ir volando a la sala para comparar tickets. La entrada también costaba 50 euros jeje aunque me la querían vender a 70 (joder con el taquillero del sueño). Ah y la banda que llevaba Warren en mí sueño hablaban todos en catalán y no sabían a que hora empezaba el concierto, cuando diga Warren (eso es lo que me decían cuando les preguntaba).

Pues ya lo veis, para Warren sí que me gasto los euros pero no para Watts...que me está pasando!!!!

Cosmic Grass en el Marula 2-4-2011

Gran concierto de Cosmic Grass el sábado en el Marula! Confirmo las palabras de Tsi cuando hablaba de la banda hace muy pocos días en este post. Grandes músicos y lo que es más importante, músicos que sienten lo que tocan y se les nota que disfrutan tocando. Su estilo? Como bien dice Tsi, rock de raíces sería una forma de definir lo que hacen Cosmic Grass, con mucho soul y feeling! Al final del concierto saludé a Dani y Dio y me hice con una copia del directo Sunday evening music revelations, una joya de disco que como dice Tsi, no puede faltar en la discografía de todo amante de los Black Crowes, Allman Brothers y grupos por el estilo. El set del sábado fue una mezcla de temas propios con versiones de grupos como The Band, Free y Taj Mahal entre otros.

El sábado que viene, día 9 de Abril, vuelven a tocar, esta vez en La Resistencia (L'Hospitalet). Quienes tengáis oportunidad de ir a verlos vais a disfrutar de un gran concierto!!!

http://www.myspace.com/cosmicgrass

http://wherethecosmicgrassgrows.blogspot.com/

L'últim anònim

Gran tema de una banda llamada Rodamons, que ya pasó antes por el blog, que no sé si actualmente está en activo. Lo único que sé es que el batería estaba tocando con els Amics de les arts en los directos del grupo. Els Amics de les arts es uno de los grupos con más fama, junto a los Manel, en el panorama musical catalán actual.

It's Friday!!!

Por fin es viernes!!! Que mejor que un poco de Quireboys para animar el ambiente!!! Y aprovecho para recordar que mañana hay concierto de Cosmic Grass en Barcelona. Joder, esa versión de los Allman!!! http://www.myspace.com/cosmicgrass

Un saludo to everyone!!!

Something in the night

Bruce vuelve al hivernáculo después de una larga temporada de ausencia! Un tema imprescindible de un disco gigante.

I'm riding down Kingsley,
figuring I'll get a drink
Turn the radio up loud,
so I don't have to think,
I take her to the floor,
looking for a moment when the world
seems right,
And I tear into the guts,
of something in the night

You're born with nothing,
and better off that way,
Soon as you've got something they send
someone to try and take it away,
You can ride this road 'till dawn,
without another human being in sight,
Just kids wasted on
something in the night

Nothing is forgotten or forgiven,
when it's your last time around,
I got stuff running around 'round my head
That I just can't live down

When we found the things we loved,
They were crushed and dying in the dirt
We tried to pick up the pieces,
And get away without getting hurt,
But they caught us at the state line,
And burned our cars in one last fight,
And left us running burned and blind,
Chasing something in the night

Virus deleted

Vuelvo a tener ordenador tras unos días de "muerte por virus cabrón" que ha pasado el pobre. Suerte de los colegas informáticos (gràcies Xavi) que en una tarde te ponen Linux y te solucionan el problema. Y al ponerme un poco al día he visto que ha habido debate sobre la paz en muchos blogs y que Roger Waters ha arrasado la península con su The Wall tour. Por mí parte tendré que conformarme con ver a The Australian Pink Floyd Show (si es que acabo yendo a su concierto)! Ya los vi hace poco y me encantaron! Admito que no soy fan de Pink Floyd, tan sólo conozco tres discos del grupo (discazos) así que con esta banda tributo tengo más que suficiente, además lo hacen de maravilla!

Highwayman

I was a highwayman. Along the coach roads I did ride

With sword and pistol by my side
Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade
Many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade
The bastards hung me in the spring of twenty-five
But I am still alive.

I was a sailor. I was born upon the tide
And with the sea I did abide.
I sailed a schooner round the Horn to Mexico
I went aloft and furled the mainsail in a blow
And when the yards broke off they said that I got killed
But I am living still.

I was a dam builder across the river deep and wide
Where steel and water did collide
A place called Boulder on the wild Colorado
I slipped and fell into the wet concrete below
They buried me in that great tomb that knows no sound
But I am still around..I'll always be around..and around and around and
around and around

I fly a starship across the Universe divide
And when I reach the other side
I'll find a place to rest my spirit if I can
Perhaps I may become a highwayman again
Or I may simply be a single drop of rain
But I will remain
And I'll be back again, and again and again and again and again..

Humor y The Black Keys

Uno de los mejores vídeos que he visto en mucho tiempo!

Por otro lado traigo a The Black Keys que me han sorprendido gratamente con su último álbum. No les había prestado especial atención hasta cruzarme con este disco y la verdad que me han atrapado! Me sé de uno que es gran fan de ellos!

Buen fin de semana to everyone!

Let's the show begin!

Desde hoy hasta el día 26, con tres días de descanso entre medío, los Allman Brothers estarán descargando su southern rock en el Beacon Theatre de New York! Parte de la blogosfera se estira de los pelos por no poder estar allí! He mirado vuelos de última hora y salir mañana desde Barcelona y volver el Martes sale por 372 euros...dicen que la esperanza es lo último que se pierde :)

The great gig in the sky

Barça! :)

Low Rising

I wanna sit you down and talk
I wanna pull back the veils
And find out what it is I've done wrong
I wanna tear these curtains down
I want you to meet me somewhere
Tonight in this old tourist town
And we'll go

Low rising
'Cause we've gotta come up
We've gotta come up
Low rising
'Cause I fear we've had enough
Low rising
'Cause there's no further for us to fall
Low rising
Oh, for the love of you

I wanna take you to the rock
I wanna jump right in
And see what that big ocean's got
I wanna turn this thing around
I wanna drink with you
All night, till we both fall down
Till we go

Low rising
'Cause we've gotta come up
We've gotta come up
Low rising
'Cause there's no further for us to fall
Low rising
And I fear we've had enough
Low rising
Oh, for the love of you

Low rising
'Cause we've gotta come up
We've gotta come up
Low rising
And I fear we've had enough
Low rising
'Cause there's no further for us to fall
Low Rising
Oh, for the love of you

For the love of you

Low rising, low rising

I wanna sit you down and talk

I wanna sit you down and talk about it now

Evil Mr Sod

Tiene buena pinta la verdad! Más info en http://corazonderockroll.blogspot.com/2011/02/evil-mr-sod-en-madrid-y-barcelona.html

Big Country

It's raining in Barcelona...

Mu'tet

http://www.jeffcoffin.com/the_mutet.html

End of the line

And now the gravity of trouble was more than I could bear,
At times my luck was so bad, I had to fold my hands,
Almost lost my soul, rarely I could find my head,
Wake up early in the morning, feeling nearly dead.

I was never afraid of danger, took trouble on the chin,
Mountains I have climbed, that have killed a thousand men,
Spent most of my lifetime downtown, sleepin' behind the wheel,
Never needed anybody, I was king of the hill.

[Chorus:]
Oh, when I think about the old days,
Lord, it sends chills up and down my spine,
Yeah life ain't what it seems, on the boulevard of broken dreams,
Guess I opened my eyes in the nick of time,
'Cause it sure felt like the end of the line.

No matter how hard I run, I just can't get away
I try to do my best, but the devil gets in my way
Spent most of my lifetime downtown, sleepin' behind the wheel
'Till it all came down to kill or be killed

[Chorus]

Old Crow Medicine Show

Esto reza la web de esta joven banda americana que suena realmente bien:

Old Crow Medicine Show (OCMS) have come full circle playing their own brand of American roots music with a rock and roll attitude. They met in New York in 1998 and hit the road, traveling city to city in a van and busking in the streets. They eventually settled for a year in North Carolina, where they ran into a bit of good fortune while playing in front of a local pharmacy to an impressed Doc Watson; the folk icon promptly scheduled the band to play at his MerleFest.

Soon after, OCMS relocated to Nashville and found themselves gracing the stage of the Grand Ole Opry, touring with Merle Haggard and regularly appearing on NPR’s A Prairie Home Companion. OCMS can attribute much of their success to their relentless touring schedule. Between headlining shows and countless festivals, the band is constantly on the road and thrives off of their fans and live shows. They have made a name for themselves as energetic performers with an unbridled spirit. Combined, their albums have gone on to sell over 500,000 units.

Vamos, una banda de colegas que no ha parado de tocar de ciudad en ciudad y que tuvo la suerte de que el músico Doc Watson les escuchara mientras tocaban en alguna calle de North Carolina y les invitara a tocar en su festival MerleFest (dedicado a su hijo muerto en 1985). Después de eso han seguido tocando en radios, girando con Merle Haggard y tocando sin parar que es como se han ganado su espacio en esto de la música! Pero es que los chiquillos tienen tablas of course!

Como muestra este tema, es el más famoso, tal vez no sea la mejor manera de presentarlos, pero yo les he conocido con este tema (gràcies Àlex) y he leído que la idea la pillaron de un outtake de Dylan del disco Pat Garret & Billy the Kid, dónde Dylan canta "Rock me mama" (aquí la prueba).

De momento he escuchado sus dos primeros discos y valen la pena! Sabor sureño 100%



Headed down south to the land of the pines
And I'm thumbin' my way into North Caroline
Starin' up the road
And pray to God I see headlights

I made it down the coast in seventeen hours
Pickin' me a bouquet of dogwood flowers
And I'm a hopin' for Raleigh
I can see my baby tonight

So rock me mama like a wagon wheel
Rock me mama anyway you feel
Hey mama rock me
Rock me mama like the wind and the rain
Rock me mama like a south-bound train
Hey mama rock me

I was born to be a fiddler in an old-time stringband
My baby plays the guitar
I pick a banjo now

Oh, the North country winters keep a gettin' me now
Lost my money playin' poker so I had to up and leave
But I ain't a turnin' back
To livin' that old life no more

So rock me mama like a wagon wheel
Rock me mama anyway you feel
Hey mama rock me
Rock me mama like the wind and the rain
Rock me mama like a south-bound train
Hey mama rock me

Walkin' to the south out of Roanoke
I caught a trucker out of Philly
Had a nice long toke
But he's a headed west from the Cumberland Gap
To Johnson City, Tennessee

And I gotta get a move on fit for the sun
I hear my baby callin' my name
And I know that she's the only one
And if I die in Raleigh
At least I will die free

So rock me mama like a wagon wheel
Rock me mama anyway you feel
Hey mama rock me
Rock me mama like the wind and the rain
Rock me mama like a south-bound train
Hey mama rock me

Patti en el Palau

Ayer tuve la suerte de ir al concierto de Patti Smith en el Palau de la Música :) Comprando las entradas ayer mismo, aunque en todas partes dicen que estaban agotadas desde hace semanas!

Y que se puede decir de un concierto que empieza con Boots of spanish leather!!! Estuve por levantarme e irme cuando acabó la canción!

La de cosas que se me pasaron por la cabeza mientras estaba en lo más alto del Palau, sí, allí donde no se ve un pijo (en el gallinero vamos)...me imaginaba a los Allman Brothers tocando en ese precioso recinto y me alejaba cada vez más del concierto de Patti :) No en serio, también me vino a la cabeza un concierto de Dylan allí...ha tocado alguna vez en el Palau? supongo que sí...ni idea...bueno estoy deambulando mucho, pero es que ese lugar es espectacular para un buen concierto!

El de ayer, un trio acústico formado por Patti a las voces y la guitarra y un guitarra que supuestamente es el guitarrista de Patti desde hace no sé cuanto tiempo (sí, es que yo de Patti Smith conozco 5 temas contados) y un bajista/pianista cojonudo. Al final se unirían un chelista y un violinista (creo).

Pues eso, que era increíble poder "casi" escuchar el silencio en un concierto...acostumbrado a los conciertos de rock, eso fue algo que me gustó! Claro, si vas a escuchar música clásica sabes que la gente no se va a poner a chillar, pero en Patti Smith me esperaba mucho más ruido y al principio la gente estuvo muy calmada o mejor dicho, expectante (excepto cuando a alguien le daba por meter un berrido jeje). Luego ya la cosa se desenfrenó y sólo faltaba poner una batería y electrificar los instrumentos para que eso se convirtiera en un show de rock...pero no hizo falta, la verdad que quedó fenomenal tal como se presentó. Un trio acústico de puta madre! ahhh y la voz de Patti sublime, igual que sus poses, sus discursos (aunque no fueran muchos) y su humor! El principio del concierto fue casi igual a los de Bruce Springsteen: Estic molt contenta d'estar aquesta nit...etc (no le habrá pasado el discurso el bueno de Bruce...)

más fotos en: http://blocs.mesvilaweb.cat/node/view/id/190526

20-2-1967

Ayer el señor Cobain hubiera cumplido 44



y para no entristecer tanto el ambiente, el mítico "English mai"!

White limo

Digo yo que todo el disco no será tan cañero...o sí??? Ojalá lo sea! Porque vaya tela :)

Y con Lemmy de conductor...que más se puede pedir!



Ah si, el disco sale el 11 de Abril y se titula Wasting Light (http://www.mondosonoro.com/Noticia/Foo-Fighters-estrenan-video-junto-a-Lemmy-/216126.aspx)

The Roadies

Qué sería de las bandas sin todo ese grupo de personas que les monta el escenario noche tras noche, que se ocupa de que los instrumentos estén en buen estado y suenen como tienen que sonar, esas personas que están atentos cada momento del show para solventar cualquier inconveniente que pueda afectar al concierto...

Esas personas son los Roadies, Road Crew o Pipas como se les conoce también por estas tierras! Aunque no todas las bandas tienen la suerte de tener un grupo de personas que les monte el stage cada noche, hay muchísimos grupos que se tienen que apañar ellos solos o como mucho tienen uno o dos pipas/colegas que les ayudan, pero vamos que lo de tener tu propio crew no es algo que se consiga facilmente!

Un poco de info sobre los Roadies http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Road_crew

Aquí dos ejemplos de Roadies cambiando la guitarra en medio del concierto cuando ésta se desafina o se le rompe una cuerda!

Aquí en el minuto 4.30 cuando la guitarra de Mikael se deafina.

Aquí en el 2.45 se le peta la cuerda a Stevie y tras acabar el solo como si no hubiera pasado nada, el Roadie viene y la cambia la guitarra.



y no podía faltar el himno de Motörhead

Another town, another place
Another girl, another face
Another truck, another race

Eatin' junk, feelin' bad
Another night, goin' mad
My Woman leavin' I'm so sad

But I just love the life I lead
Another beer is what I need
Another gig, my ears bleed
We are the road crew

Another town, left behind
Another drink, completely blind
Another hotel I can't find

Another backstage pass for you
Another tube of superglue
Another border to get through

Drivin' like a maniac
Drivin' way to hell and back
Another room a case to pack
We are the road crew

Another hotel, we can burn
Another screw, another turn
Another Europe map to learn

Another truckstop on the way
Another game that I can play
Another word I learned to say

Another bloody customs post
Another fucking foreign coast
Another set of scars to boast
We are the road crew

Far away eyes

I was driving home early sunday morning through bakersfield
listening to gospel music on the colored radio station
and the preacher said, "you know you always have the
lord by your side"

And I was so pleased to be informed of this that i ran
twenty red lights in his honor
thank you jesus, thank you lord

I had an arrangement to meet a girl, and i was kind of late
and I thought by the time i got there she'd be off
she'd be off with the nearest truck driver she could find
much to my surprise, there she was sittin in the corner
a little bleary, worse for wear and tear
was a girl with far away eyes

So if you're down on your luck
and you can't harmonize
find a girl with far away
and if you're downright disgusted
and life ain't worth a dime
get a girl with far away eyes

Well the preacher kept right on saying that all I had to do was send
ten dollars to the church of the sacred bleeding heart of jesus
located somewhere in los angeles, california
and next week they'd say my prayer on the radio
and all my dreams would come true

So I did, the next week, I got a prayer with a girl
well, you know what kind of eyes she got

So if you're down on your luck
I know you all sympathize
find a girl with far away eyes
and if you're downright disgusted
and life ain't worth a dime
get a girl with far away eyes

Wolf people

Como suenan estos jovenzuelos ingleses!





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Simple twist of fate

Simple Twist Of Fate

They sat together in the park
As the evening sky grew dark
She looked at him and he felt a spark tingle to his bones
’Twas then he felt alone and wished that he’d gone straight
And watched out for a simple twist of fate

They walked along by the old canal
A little confused, I remember well
And stopped into a strange hotel with a neon burnin’ bright
He felt the heat of the night hit him like a freight train
Moving with a simple twist of fate

A saxophone someplace far off played
As she was walkin’ by the arcade
As the light bust through a beat-up shade where he was wakin’ up,
She dropped a coin into the cup of a blind man at the gate
And forgot about a simple twist of fate

He woke up, the room was bare
He didn’t see her anywhere
He told himself he didn’t care, pushed the window open wide
Felt an emptiness inside to which he just could not relate
Brought on by a simple twist of fate

He hears the ticking of the clocks
And walks along with a parrot that talks
Hunts her down by the waterfront docks where the sailors all come in
Maybe she’ll pick him out again, how long must he wait
Once more for a simple twist of fate

People tell me it’s a sin
To know and feel too much within
I still believe she was my twin, but I lost the ring
She was born in spring, but I was born too late
Blame it on a simple twist of fate

Gary

It is with deep sorrow and regret, that we have to announce that Gary Moore passed away while on holiday in Spain last night.

Our thoughts are with his children, family and friends at this sad time.

Gary Moore, RIP

1952-2011

King of Spain

Qué os parece? A mí este tema me parece la mar de bueno!

I never knew I was a lover,
Just cause I steal the things you hide,
Just cause I focus while we're dancing,
Just cause I offered you a ride.

Still I am not from Barcelona,
I am not even from Madrid.
I am a native of the North Pole
And that can mess up any kid.

Well if you could reinvent my name,
well if you could redirect my day,
I wanna be the King of Spain.

And I will settle in Pamplona
And I'll provoke the bulls with words
And then I'll send a man to meet them all
Blood's fake, so I have heard.

And all the señoritas sighing,
Will be the fountain of my lies.
But while we're floating in siestas
You search for bottles and for knives.

Well if you could reinvent my name,
Well if you could redirect my day,
I wanna be the King of Spain.

And I wear my boots of Spanish leather
Oh while I'm tightening my crown.
I'll disappear in some flamenco
Perhaps I'll reach the other side.

Why are you stamping my illusion?
Just cause I stole some eagle's wings
Because you named me as your lover
Well, I thought I could be anything.

Well if you could reinvent my name,
well if you could redirect my day,
I wanna be the King of Spain.

Shimmer and Shine

Como os dije, el viernes hubo el "último" concierto de Impromptu y como todas las otras veces que les he visto en directo fue un espectáculo! Un directo emocionante con canciones que todos sus fans nos sabemos de memoria y con otros temas que nunca antes les había escuchado en directo, porque eso es lo bueno de los directos, poder escuchar temas que sabes que vas a escuchar pero también novedades y versiones como esta que hicieron de Ben Harper y que ahora han colgado en su myspace! Brillante!

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The Allman Brothers Band

Atención, me he levantado flipado con los Allman, aviso!

"the best damn rock and roll band this country has produced in the past five years." George Kimball, Rolling Stone magazine.

Con esta frase describía el señor Kimball lo que fueron los inicios de los Allman Brothers. Y no era para menos!

Imaginaros haber vivido el nacimiento de la banda, los conciertos en Fillmore East...como para no ponerlos por las nubes!

Y el diso de debut? No hay palabaras, es una jodida obra maestra de principio a fin!!!

Don't want you no more...éxtasis instrumental dónde blues, jazz, salsa?!, rock se unen para maravilla del oyente.

It's not my cross to bear...punteo de guitarra para abrir el tema y mojar las bragas de cualquiera con un poco de sensibilidad. Y luego la voz de Gregg...hace falta decir algo más?

Black hearted woman...uououou, acordes blueseros o más bien el acorde Jimi Hendrix marcando un tema perfecto para disfrutar en directo.

Trouble no more...buena definición de lo que para mí son los Allman Brothers. Slide guitar, riffs marca de la casa, base blueserarockera y como no Gregg, siempre Gregg.

Every hungry woman...otro tema marca de la casa. Guitarreo incesante.

Dreams...difícil de describir, mejor escuchar.

Whipping post...el temazo, para mí gusto...IMPRESCINDIBLE!

y hasta aquí la flipada del día!

Un saludo!

Viernes noche

Si el viernes noche estáis por Barcelona y os apetece ver dos buenos conciertillos por 4 euros id al Be cool.

A las 21.30h concierto de Jupiter Supongo y luego concierto de despedida de Impromptu, que espero que tan sólo sea un hasta luego.

http://www.myspace.com/imprompturock

http://www.myspace.com/jupitersupongo

sala BeCool

Lullaby for mercy Ann

Elvis volverá tranquil@s! Ah y lo de My way no era ninguna declaración de intenciones! Tan solo es una canción que me encanta y que me vino el otro día a la cabeza. Pues nada, os dejo con esta slow song de Eric Lindell que descubrí hace poco. Un slaudo!!!

My way

Primera vez que pasa por aquí.

And now, the end is near,
And so I face the final curtain.
My friends, I'll say it clear;
I'll state my case of which I'm certain.

I've lived a life that's full -
I've travelled each and every highway.
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Regrets? I've had a few,
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption.

I planned each charted course -
Each careful step along the byway,
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew,
When I bit off more than I could chew,
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall
And did it my way.

I've loved, I've laughed and cried,
I've had my fill - my share of losing.
But now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.

To think I did all that,
And may I say, not in a shy way -
Oh no. Oh no, not me.
I did it my way.

For what is a man? What has he got?
If not himself - Then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I took the blows
And did it my way.

London weekend

Visita exprés a Londres para visitar a mí hermana y su novio! Todos los findes deberían ser así :)