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Ten Songs (II)

I continue my previous post :

6) RICHARD MARX: Right Here Waiting

This I have cast here, though not chronologically appropriate. I return to my 13 years. We spent the summers in the pool at La Salle High School - Virlecha, where he had a bunch of friends. To dismiss the season, celebrating a party in a pine forest (which we called "the grove"), with food, drink and music. I remember the most important moment was when they started sounding ballads, and with them, came the opportunity to spend a few minutes feeling the person who you loved very close. "Right Here Waiting" was a favorite around the world, apart from this and "Hazard" , I think it has much more in the repertoire.

My memories of this song are bittersweet. Fear of failure when we are teenagers we have turned what could be one of the happiest moments of my life in torture, I danced this song (or maybe it was a worse and my memory is now to improve the scene?) With the first girl that I liked, but the fear of rejection of physical contact made by miles. You can not imagine how I cursed at that time to have the arms so long and so low self-esteem. Four minutes and twenty seconds Richard Marx took me endless (I know, sure it was "Amarok" , Mike Oldfield).

Adolescence is a tough time. Experience physical and emotional changes, and we started to believe we know how we are, but we believe we are almost always worse. We must not forget that our young people today (who is criticized permanently) are struggling with problems that previous generations have bequeathed them: pollution, difficulties in finding a home or work, our guilt complex .. .

Perhaps if we stopped to throw balls out all society and we started to listen a bit, maybe ...

7) NINE INCH NAILS: Last

I return to my twenties. With my career ended, I begin the saga of the job search seriously that ends with one of the great strokes of luck that I enjoyed in my life. Some might think that a job that forces you to get up at 7 am and return home to almost 11 at night is a punishment, but for me it was part of a really happy time.

With nothing in his pockets, sharing an apartment with four people in a job well below the 1000 € a month, but in Malaga. That makes a difference. It is a city but a hyper body. In line with mine, willing to take almost any responsibility, raising her head and struggling against the odds, speedily.

Throughout my life I've had two "epiphanies" musical. The first was modest, mainly thanks to my father, as I told a few days ago. The second occurs at this age, when thanks to the ancient wisdom of my friends and internet (ADSL Premium blessed 2 Mbps), discover together new continents and oceans beyond Top 40 radio and formula. Despite what we want to sell the record labels and copyright societies, listening to music so loud I stimulated to buy everything I liked, and what not, then look ... anyway not going to spend a penny in it.

2002 was a busy year: spend the peseta to the euro, an Egyptian deceived us as the Chinese in Korea, Japan, leaded gasoline disappeared and showed that Spain could do good horror film without showing tits ass. Woody Allen came proud to collect the Prince of Asturias.

Although the song I choose to install sound this time is the early 90's, that is when I discover a Nine Inch Nails , thanks to my good friends and Prados Sevi with whom I have already seen him twice live. "Last" is representative and disarming. Gasoline engine is prepared to make miles to nowhere. It occupies a good deal of my time in my CD Napa while I take the bus 34 to the district of Pedregalejo, where he arrived full of energy to teach at a university computer to dusk. Bus ground return in the winter, but with the time change becomes more frequent walks along the sea.

I have no intention to work best, enjoy my time and my people. I have no laptop, no driver's license, no car or insurance, but a suit, if I do not look consistent with the corporate style of my work gives me a direct ticket to the tail INEM. Neither pension plans, mortgage or credit cards. Not even sleep alone in the room, I share with my good friend Kata (and then with my good friend Javi Lara) and a pearly gates wardrobe (argh!). We also have a Pentium MMX 200 MHz with 32 MB of RAM and Windows 2000 operating fabled it.

What good were the twenties!

8) Massive Attack: Teardrop

I've always been a big movie buff. On the other hand, television in general gives me an indescribable disgust. But there is a common point in both fascinates me and I want to talk: fiction series.

I am not referring to the classics like Star Trek , V , Knight Rider or soap operas, but the most recent American fiction. "Friends" marked the spot for the sitcom be a much more worked and witty that poop piss ass fart. " From Lost the cliffhanging has become a fashionable sport. Thanks to "House" know that lupus is an autoimmune disease that no one gets it may seem so. From "24" , Chuck Norris has nightmares Kiefer Sutherland. And "Dexter" , it is simply a masterpiece at the script, characters and performance makes panties film productions gender as "American Psycho" or "Henry" . I am currently

all I have mentioned, plus "How I Met Your Mother" , "Lie To Me" , "The Big Bang Theory" , "The Office" , Fringe , "True Blood" and "Supernatural" . All English subtitles, except "House", with which I think has done a voice-over work that improves the original product.

wanted to illustrate my fondness for series with a song I liked and held item. "Teardrop" by Massive Attack is perfect, is one of the best songs I have ever made (ever since my humble at the same time powerful and incontestable opinion;)) and the soundtrack of the original opening of "House."

To end with number 8, I could not resist leaving you without hearing a sublime version of the Swede José González, which I will discuss some lines below.

Mil hard to tell me what's going on video

9) THE POSTAL SERVICE: Such Great Heights

Another of my great passions is to go to concerts and festivals. The first direct memory was that of Miguel Ríos in Antequera. I remember it well because I lived on the shoulders of himself Miguel Ríos, went up on stage with me. Poor ...

During my early years I have seen live people like Alan Parsons Project or Jean Michel Jarre , always in the hand of my father. It was not until 2001 when I started to move from festival to festival.

My first experience was the Asparagus Rock, that edition was memorable: Beck , Asian Dub Foundation , Neil Young, Placebo , Aterciopelados , Fun Lovin 'Criminals , Hellacopters, Public Enemy ... I paid the entrance (9100 PESETAS!) With the money I earned by tutoring. I went with two of my best friends, and enjoyed an amazing weekend at Jerez.

Since then I have not stopped. I lived three festivals Benicassim, but no asparagus more (siéntolo, the flamenco does not call me, and I had little rock). In the FIB attended one of the best concerts I've seen, certainly not the best, but sí uno de los que tengo mejores recuerdos, el de The Postal Service . Actuaron en una carpa minoritaria en la que los técnicos de sonido merecían la más atroz de las muertes, y cuando Ben Gibbard se dio cuenta de lo mal que sonaban, como un auténtico profesional y amante de la música dio un toque a los técnicos, se cercioró de que todo estuviese perfecto ¡y volvió a tocarlas todas!

He elegido The Postal Service porque esta canción me traslada inmediatamente al meeting point del FIB. Ahora mismo la estoy oyendo y recuerdo a mis amigos y a mi hermana juntos disfrutando de Radiohead , Chemical Brothers o Air , And returning to Antequera in the last journey made by the Renault of my friend José Angel just before saying "enough." I recall the taste of couscous at midnight while Mum surround us with their warm sound. I laugh remembering Moby publicly apologizing for the stupid president. Or the thrill of listening to Alison Goldfrapp (she was dressed as a stewardess) in the middle of a burst of silver confetti.

many beautiful memories: the passion up a starving and strips Jay-Jay Johanson between respectable. The tons of sweat generated during a live dance Moloko; and tons of sweat generated Morrissey and force you to change four times! shirt in front of a giant poster of Oscar Wilde. Pixies impossible to forget asking the public to please not jumped on the stage, and playing an acoustic version and slow apropiadísima "Wave Of Mutilation" . Thom Yorke shitting in the dead of the cello, but responding with a polite you sank every staff ovation (Cordovan accent included). Yann Tiersen destroying the violin bow and notifying them that afternoon "we five, and we will make too much noise"). Juggling of Air , which samplers were erased and still sounded the death. The great detail of Suede to play the songs they wanted the fans (as did Brett Anderson when he was presenting his first solo album at the Teatro Cervantes de Málaga, dared to interpret and Trash So Young with guitar and cello to request a hearing.) Outside of music, pizzas La Manduca, the gentle waters of the east coast, friendship with the restaurant staff Santa Agueda, the early breakfast with my cousin in the center of town ...

Above all, travel. Already this year

IFF is not the same. But he makes seeing Bon Jovi in Rock In Rio (good groups, but the format sucks, what can we do) and enjoy the JamonPop of Cortegana . We change the hell that had become the camping area by the Benicássim saw paradise Huelva, with its unbeatable tapas and charm of the white villages.

There is a sweat mark That Never Goes Out ...

10) JOSE GONZALEZ: Heartbeats

The two songs that I like Jose Gonzalez are two versions in my opinion than the original. But anyone who had chosen as number 10 would have made me feel comfortable with the final selection. José González's music because No gimmicks, one voice and six strings (just in contrast to the Consortium, which is six voices ... to tie a rope hitch and throw in the Dead Sea).

The first time I heard was an issue of Zero 7, Futures . Since then, the Swede who is English (just the opposite that Luis Roldan, who is a English man who is Swedish) is very present in the soundtrack of my life.

I saw at the Teatro Cervantes just over a year. It may be the best concert I've ever been. No matter if you like music in English or English, acid jazz or industrial technology, it is impossible to hear and feel nothing. Is a vibration that is transmitted through the air and gets naked and brilliant soul.

There is no particular time to illustrate with this song. It's like a bedside book, will always be there.

What compels me to change the order of the day and finish with eleven instead of ten, to the chagrin of Don Helenio Herrera.

11) The Cinematic Orchestra: To Build A Home

There is nothing that can contribute to close this article microbiográfico. Cinematic Orchestra has found the perfect words in my place and brought it to the sound I want to wrap my studio when you give the button "Post Entry".

There is a house built out of stone
Wooden floors, walls and window sills Tables and chairs
worn by all of the dust
This is a place where i do not feel alone This is a
place where i feel at home

And I built a home / For you / For me
Until it Disappeared / From me / From you
And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust

WHERE Out in the garden we planted the seeds
There is a tree that's old as me
Branches were sewn by the color of green
Ground had arose and passed its knees

By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top
I climbed the tree to see the world
When the gusts came around to blow me down
I held on as tightly as you held onto me
I held on as tightly as you held onto me

And I built a home / For you / For me
Until it disappeared / From me / From you
And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust

Greetings from the soon cease to be my home.