viernes, mayo 07, 2010
jueves, mayo 06, 2010
Lila - Overcome
martes, mayo 04, 2010
Renato zero - Amico
lunes, mayo 03, 2010
domingo, mayo 02, 2010
Cada tema tiene su historia, pobrecito...
Una joven pareja adinerada compra el tan añorado loft en el piso 29 de un rascacielito en Avenida Libertador.
Por una desafortunada virada del destino, ese mismo dia el Gobierno anuncia que Argentina ya no dispone de electricidad.
(Queda poquita, y será para el Primer Mundo).
El pais, rehèn, cae - en rewind - al Medioevo.
Enrique no sabe ordeñar ni una vaca. Que harán?
p.d. Si Hyeronimus Bosch (El Bosco) hubiera dejado la pintura y se hubiera dedicado al ROCK, el final del tema lo habria pintado asi.
"Consumer Waterfall"
Un partido de ping-pong vocal entre un determinado VENDEDOR, y un pasivo COMPRADOR. Con final sorpresa.
anecdota: la segunda mitad del tema iba a terminar con algo de orquesta 'da camera' (violin,viola,oboe etc.), pero 'in extremis' decidimos no grabar
con los talentosos musicos de Aqualactica, ya que queria que el disco mantenga su linea de rock; simple y directo; sin demasiados ornamentos y tocado solo por nosotros 4. Complejo de 'Cosa Nostra'?.
"Fly-by-Wire"
Misiles y Aviones tele-guiados. la historieta (biblica) de nuestra monstruosa "Epoca de las Verdades Artificiales".
El Orgasmo del manipuleo mediatico.
"Waco"
La Estatua de la Libertad esconde una verguenza abajo de sus faldas.
Waco en el Texas, es una.
anotadec: Este es el unico tema que hemos grabado en DOS versiones. La 'castellana' quedo' afuera, pero tendrá su lugar en nuestra pagina: www.romapagana.com.ar
"G.B.M. (Great British Mistake)"
Ganá una eleccion hundiendo un barco. Malvinas/Falklands.
dotanec: Los coritos podrian ser los marineritos Ingleses, muy seguros durante su viaje de ida. Yo mismo he pasado 7 dias a bordo de HMS.Sheffield cuando tenia 17 años. Extrañas cosas de la vida, demasiado raras para contar acá... invitáme a un asadito y te cuento...
Quedè bocabierta cuando el Sheffield fue hundido por un exocet. Ah, los 'coritos' son a cargo de 'Guri' Rode y Diego Segovia. Gracias, muchachos.
"School Jerk"
Paradojas de la vida. Era el más tarado de la clase; ahora es el dueño de Monsanto*
*lease qualquier otra Multi-nacional, ( y no me hagan juicio!).
otadanec: Todas las letras compuestas en el instante de grabar. Que salio'? Algo que todavia me fascina y no comprendo del todo...
"Hunk"
El Monstruo que tenemos adentro. llamá a tu psicoanalista!
tecnodaa: La musica la trajo un dia 'el rojo' Limardo. Le puse melodia y letras, y intentè 'hacerla mia'. El mismo nombre me lo sugerio' el sonido del tema; pesado como un trozo (hunk, en inglès) de ALGO. Pero de què? Yo me imagino un queso de granito.
"Minister"
Cuando el Ministro de Industria se muere, alguien se rie durante el funeral. Pero, "ya es tarde ?"
Nick Drake encuentra a Andy Partridge y, juntos, van a ver a The Clash.
nadateco: El 'veterano' de los temas. Nacio' en el 1996 ("Y què?")
"Mosquito Horror"
Terrorismo Mèdico para el siglo XXI. (Quien se queda en casa no actua, y prefiere quedarse como polilla, mirando la pantalla fluorescente).
Este es fruto de una zapada rabiosa. Iba a ser 'instrumental' pero las palabras se metieron, prepontentemente, sobre el momento de grabar.
"The Citizen"
Aaaaah! La Gran Ciudad.
TODOS la critican, nadie la deja!
El tema tiembla entre tus piernas como el motor de una moto italiana, algo vieja, durante un largo viaje 'on the road'. El 'gancho' está en la 'bajada' del bajo de Diego, sin duda.
"Sons of the Star- Spangled Banner"
En este caso la S.S. es por 'star-spangled', el nombre que los Yanquis les dan a su himno y bandera.
Entrenandose, 'gratis', a disparar contra futuros enemigos, en el confort de su casa en EEUU, este muchacho "algo flojo en Geografia"
termina aniquilando Arabes lejos de su familia. Un 're-make' de Vietnam, pero algo mas 'virtual'.
atacdeno: creado sobre una base de synth hermosamente hipnotica de Ezequiel Fernandez, un amigo musico, el tema nacio' en Nono(Cordoba) solo 11 dias antes del estallido de la 2a guerra de Irak. Premonitorio?
Gracias y Buonanotte
y que las pesadillas les ayudan a vivir mejor el despertar!
Andrea.
viernes, abril 30, 2010
Dresden 1945
La hermosa y antiugua ciudad de DRESDENTOTALMENTE destruida por un solo, prolongado, ataque aereo de los aliados, cuando la guerra ya estaba decidida. Un asco.
El escritor Norteamericano (de origen Alemana) Kurt Vonnegutt jr. dice que una sola persona salio' ganadora de este monstruoso hecho... EL mismo!
(Vonnegutt estaba en un matadero a 30 metros bajo el suelo, en esta ciudad, mientras que arriba la ciudad explotaba y quemaba. Cuando salio' al aire libre (?!), dos dias despuès, encontro' lo que ustedes veen en la foto. Escribio' el libro MATADERO 5, que lo hizo mundialmente famoso.)
miércoles, abril 28, 2010
Paul Castellano. Big Boss antes de Gotti (que lo mando' a matar)
El ultimo CapoMafia: John Gotti

John Joseph Gotti, one of the most celebrated and feared mobsters in Mafia history, came into the world Oct. 27, 1940, in the Bronx to John and Fannie Gotti. As a youngster, John, fifth of 13 children, moved with his family to Sheepshead Bay, Brooklyn, then to Brownsville-East, New York.
Gotti seemed to have been born with his fists up. From the fourth grade on, he ran with kid gangs and fought other young toughs, and though he was reportedly a bright student, street lessons occupied more of his attention than those of the classrooms at P.S. 178.
As a young teen, Gotti joined a gang called the Fulton-Rockaway Boys and regularly took on gangs with similar pulp-fictionesque names. Gotti was suspended at 16 and never went back to school.
Gotti tried a brief stint in a garment factory, but soon turned to what for him was an easier and more lucrative living: petty crime. He also began making an impression on influential members of the Mafia's Gambino family, the largest of the five Mafia groups active then in New York. The Gambino family had its hands in the crime gamut, from theft to gambling to bookmaking, prostitution, and weapons trafficking; Gotti later brought drug trafficking into the mix.
In 1970, the 20-year-old Gotti married Victoria DiGiorgio. The couple moved around for a while, then settled in the Howard Beach-Ozone Park area of Queens. Three years later, the first mob murder tied at least in part to Gotti happened when the mob decided to punish a man named James McBratney, whom it held responsible for the death of Mafia boss Carlo Gambino's nephew. In May of that year, Gotti and two other men shot and killed McBratney in a Staten Island bar. Gotti plea-bargained and was sentenced to four years, serving only two before being released on parole. He promptly landed back in jail for bookmaking, did a year's time, then was arrested twice for stealing truckloads of goods and served another three years.
When he got out of prison, Gotti was formally initiated into the Mafia, began running his neighborhood and was soon tucked under the wing of Aniello Dellacroce, a Gambino family underboss. The year was 1980, and Gotti's family was growing. But one day, Gotti's favorite son, 12-year-old Frankie, was killed when a middle-aged neighbor, driving home from work and blinded by the afternoon sun, struck the child when he darted into the street on a minibike. The neighbor, Frank Favara, soon began receiving death threats. He ignored them and kept to his usual schedule. Four months later he was kidnapped on his way home from work. His body was never found. The murder was assumed to have been ordered by Gotti, though some thought others had done it in an attempt to impress the increasingly powerful mobster.
Five years later, it was clear that Gotti was poised for a major move within the mob. Other Mafia members were seen showing Gotti extraordinary deference. Early in 1985, Gotti's original mob mentor had died. Gotti had previously sought to maneuver Dellacroce to the head of the Gambino crime family; Paul Castellano had long since replaced Carlo Gambino as the family's leader and the move never sat well with Gotti. With Dellacroce dead, it was only natural that Gotti should step forward. On Dec. 16, 1985, Castellano was killed, along with one of his lieutenants, when three gunmen opened fire on them in front of a Manhattan steak house. There was no question about who had ordered the hit. Within days, Gotti (who was never arrested in the Castellano killing) had assumed the Gambino family throne.
Gotti set up his headquarters at the Ravenite Social Club and began holding court. He quickly gained a reputation for ruthless reprisal to real and rumored offenses. He was unusually flashy for a mobster, wearing expensive and impeccably tailored clothing, eating at the best New York restaurants, and acquiring a celebrity not known in the Mafia world since the days of Al Capone. The press started calling Gotti the Dapper Don. Soon another name, Teflon Don, was added to the list, as the mob bribed and pressured jurors to acquit Gotti in a series of cases against him.
In one, a 1987 racketeering trial, federal agents had what appeared to be a solid case against Gotti. Agents had recorded hours of conversations between the Gambino boss and his cohorts. But mob tactics from Gotti's thugs and legal strategy from Gotti lawyer Bruce Cutler ensured Gotti's acquittal. In 1990, a solicitation of murder trial ended the same way, with Gotti even predicting his release before reporters on his way to the courthouse.
But a year later, Gotti was snared in a trap he never saw being set. Gotti's good friend and close mob associate, Salvatore (Sammy the Bull) Gravano, facing life in prison for murder and racketeering charges, agreed to testify against Gotti in return for a lighter sentence. In 1992, Gravano gave nine days of testimony that fascinated the country, exposing mob tactics to sunlight and spelling the downfall of John Gotti. The jury in this trial was sequestered, and Gotti's lawyer, Cutler, was prevented from defending him because of conflict of interest. Gotti was found guilty and got life without parole.
Gotti was sent to maximum-security federal penitentiary in Marion, Ill., where he served the next 10 years relatively quietly, resorting to his customary flamboyance whenever interviewers and other visitors came around. Gotti's son, John Jr., stepped in to assume some of his father's responsibilities, but was nabbed on racketeering, extortion, and tax evasion charges and was sent to prison (Gotti's four other offspring chose a life outside the mob).
In 1998, the 57-year-old Gotti was diagnosed with oral cancer and was transferred to a federal prison hospital for treatment. But the cancer spread, and on June 10, 2002, Gotti died of head and neck cancer. The Diocese of Brooklyn would not allow the mobster a Mass of Christian Burial. Gotti was interred in the Gotti family mausoleum at St. John's Cemetery in New York.
viernes, abril 23, 2010
No more Youtube?
Se acabaron los años de libertad para los usuarios de iNTERNET?
Angelica Zapata
Asi se define en una pagina de Vinos de EU.
"Angélica Zapata Cabernet Sauvignon 2005 - $ 89 Caja $ 534 Outstanding: a wine of superior character and style - Release Price USA - U$50Polished, ripe and suave, with gorgeous fig sauce, raspberry compote, blackberry jam and incense notes layered with enticing mocha and Kona coffee. The long finish is really stylish, despite its concentration". –JM WineSpectator.com
viernes, abril 16, 2010
domingo, abril 11, 2010
jueves, abril 08, 2010
miércoles, abril 07, 2010
martes, abril 06, 2010
Karajan - Beethoven Symphony No. 5 - Part 1
Observar a Karajan y su adiestramento de Beethoven y sus musicos...
domingo, abril 04, 2010
sábado, abril 03, 2010
Derek And Clive - This Bloke Came Up to me
Perlas en la mierda
o mierda con perlas... no sabria decir...
Derek And Clive - I Was Having A Wank
grababan de noche en una sala de los estudios de la BBC de Londres....solos.
Despuès vendian los discos. Zarpados y geniales.
The Clash - Safe European Home
cuando me cruzo por una villa acá, siempre pienso en este tema, y en los Punks (burgueses) que proliferaban en Londres.
Sons of Angels Thrill of the Feel The Star Spangled Banner ~ Jun Senoue
Bueh... No es HENDRIX, pero tampoco es Charly...
viernes, abril 02, 2010
Shipbuilding
recuerdos de
The Great British... mistake.
INCREIBLES palabras de Margaret Thatcher, citando a... San Francisco de Asisi para justificar sus acciones!!!!
Miroslav Vitous - Bammboo Forest [2005]
Vi a este monstruo del bajo en duo con Philipe Cathrine (guitarra) en la pequeña ciudad del Tirol Italiano, Bressanone, alrededor del año 88.
Un Flyer
Armas y Cobardes (una contemplacion...)
el Sultan otomano Selim 'el gris' utilizo' cañones y armas de fuego (adquiridos a los Ingleses) para destruir a los valiosisimos Mamelucos musulmanes (con base en El Cairo) que se consideraban los mejores guerreros de la historia, y que solo usaban caballos, arcos, flechas y scimitarras. Se decia que un Mameluco valia 11 soldados comunes! Tras la derrota, el lider mameluco, Ismail, quedo' totalmente obnubilado por la decision tomada por sus adversarios Otomanos (turcos) de usar armas de fuego. Escribio' una carta de queja vehemente a los Turcos y al Rey de Inglaterra.
El perfil de las futuras guerras se habia delineado.
Con la Bomba Atomica, lanzada a 25 mil pies arriba de las ciudades de Nagasaki y Hiroshima por 'militares' que ni veian su blanco,
y con los misiles utilizados en Irak y Afghanistan hoy en dia, hemos llegado a comprender que Ismail, el guerrero Sufi, tenia razon....
Todo esto no tiene un grano de valor, ni de sentido.
jueves, abril 01, 2010
W. H. Auden
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
Phillip Larkin
Days are where we live.
William Empsom
miércoles, marzo 31, 2010
'Sounds' Music Paper
martes, marzo 30, 2010
The Temple City Kazoo Orchestra - Sprach Kazoostra
Strauss
Kubrick
and...
THEM!
Tengo el 'rarisimo' disco, pero ahora ustedes tienen al VIDEO!
Bill Fay - Planet earth daytime
Entre Procul Harum y Gilbert O'Sullivan
pero,
mas se conoce, mejor es...





















Surreal homenaje al sitio donde nació uno de los monstruos de la literatutra mundial!