martes, 31 de mayo de 2011

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.

lunes, 30 de mayo de 2011

The Gardener

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

miércoles, 25 de mayo de 2011

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!

martes, 24 de mayo de 2011

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!

miércoles, 11 de mayo de 2011

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

martes, 10 de mayo de 2011

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 ....

lunes, 2 de mayo de 2011

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.