Playing With Thoughts

Wicked Game

It was 1992... my first year in University, a whole new world, new experiences, new friends, new heartaches, new pains...
A lot to learn, a lot to study, and of course a lot to discover. We had a gruop of friends and we called ourseleves the "OH's" because of the chemichal formula of ethanol or something like that, I don't remember right now... we had a very good time together, we were very close, Paola, Andrea R., Andrea I, Paolo, Omar, Héctor, Eric (who unfortunatedly decided to leave us a couple of years ago)and Claudio... my thought wander to them every once in a while...
And there was this elective course, that blew off my mind, "Approach to Cinema through Psichology", it was then when I discovered the world of cinema, and it became a passion for me, until now... Maurice, Amarcord, Blue Velvet, etc... and Wild at Heart, and it's haunting song "Wicked Game" sung by Chris Isaak, I can still recall the scene... Sailor and Lula driving through the desert at night, and a witch on broom flying beside them...
Guido de Michelis was the teacher's name...
Thank You!!!

martes, 30 de marzo de 2010

Talent and Love

The Tea Party was an extraordinary talented and underrated Canadian band. When I heard they were breaking up, I panicked and thought "this is it", the same thought I had when Robert Buras from Madrugada died. But if you give it a thought, really good bands are composed by extraordinary individuals, which together form these extraordinary bands. And in the case of The Tea Party, one of these individuals is Jeff Martin, a man with an entrancing voice and a gifted guitar player as well. A man who is capable to touch our heart with his music. Listening to him is a very moving experience; you connect immediately to what he is expressing with his lyrics and music. You feel that he really enjoys what he is doing; despite of not having that much of a success abroad... if being part of the mainstream can be called success... I personally have my doubts... I am really grateful to musicians like Jeff Martin, who stick to the essential, to the very roots and meaning of music: You make music because you love music...

Jeff Martin - Official Site

martes, 27 de octubre de 2009

What if?

What if I would just let go of it all… I don’t know, maybe it’s not a good idea… Maybe it’s just temporary… I mean this feeling of being caged up, of restlessness, boredom, like as if I were blindfolded and gagged. But, what if not? What if it is time to move on, to start over? Conventionalisms never meant much to me, so feeling this way is about the worst thing that can happen to my soul. Maybe I need to sleep over it another couple of sleepless nights, think it over (again). Why is it that despite of considering myself a free soul, I still trip over the classic trap, which is, to believe that something external from me will fulfill me. I should follow my soul and my heart, wherever they take me… Even if they just take me back to myself…

sábado, 17 de octubre de 2009

Copia u Original?

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Cuando escuché por primera vez la canción “I see a Darkness”, fue en un viaje en coche a Dinamarca, me pareció una canción desgarradora, inquietante, y honesta hasta los huesos, luego vino “Mercy Seat” y “One”, todo esto en la voz de Johnny Cash, la única que reconocí fue la versión de U2. Luego con el tiempo me enteré que “I see a Darkness” y “Mercy Seat” también eran versiones de temas de Bonnie “Prince” Billy (Will Oldham) y Nick Cave respectivamente. Y siguieron temas como “Hurt” de NIN, o “Personal Jesus” de Depeche Mode, etc, etc. Y debo decir que me quedo con la copia, tal vez no tan rutilante como el original, pero más sencilla, más simple, más honesta… Bueno, esto no quita que de vez en cuando, saque a pasear el original. Hay muchos momentos rutilantes en la vida, que se merecen una canción ad-hoc… y otros donde solo te acompañará la voz grave, y poderosa del Hombre de Negro…

miércoles, 7 de octubre de 2009

The sky was bible black in Lyon

Blue Angel

The sky was bible black in Lyon
when I met the Magdalene.
She was paralized in a streetlight,
she refused to give her name.

And a ring of violet bruises
they were pinned upon her arm.
Two hundred francs for sanctuary and she led me by the hand,
to a room of dancing shadows, where all the heartache dissapears.
And from the glowing tongues of candles I heard her whisper in my ear...
" J'entend ton Coeur"
I can hear yor heart...

This belongs to Marrllion’s “Misplaced Childhood” Album, a conceptual album, with strong references to loneliness, despair, and also to the constant quest in finding a place in the world, or at least in someone’s heart.

I like these lines particularly, because, in them these feelings I was talking about are very intense, in her case, she is lost in body and soul, hurt, but still has something to offer… she can hear his heart, she can make his heartache disappear… two lost souls lost in the night in Lyon, searching for human contact… I don’t know why this appeals to me so much, maybe because I have also felt like this before, I can see the images in my head, I can smell the candles, I can feel the loneliness, I can fell the hope…I can hear the whisper in my ear: "'J'entend ton Coeur" …

I can hear your heart… I can hear your heart… I can hear your heart…