What are you doing New Year’s Eve?

Maybe it’s much too early in the game
Ah, but I thought I’d ask you just the same
What are you doing New Year’s
New Year’s Eve?


Wonder whose arms will hold you good and tight
When it’s exactly twelve o’clock that night
Welcoming in the New Year
New Year’s Eve


Maybe I’m crazy to suppose
I’d ever be the one you chose
Out of a thousand invitations
You’d receive


Ah, but in case I stand one little chance
Here comes the jackpot question in advance
What are you doing New Year’s
New Year’s Eve?


Wonder whose arms will hold you good and tight
When it’s exactly twelve o’clock that night
Welcoming in the New Year
New Year’s Eve


What are you doing New Year’s Eve?

I can't react

I don't know you
But I want you
All the more for that
Words fall through me
And always fool me
And I can't react
And games that never amount
To more than they're meant
Will play themselves out


Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice
You'll make it now


Falling slowly, eyes that know me
And I can't go back
Moods that take me and erase me
And I'm painted black
You have suffered enough
And warred with yourself
It's time that you won


Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice


You've made it now
Falling slowly sing your melody
I'll sing it loud

It's some kind that leaves me alone, you know

You ever hear the story of Mr. Faded Glory?
Say he who rides a pony must someday fall
I've been talkin' to my alter, says "Life is what you make it
And if you make it death well rest your soul away, away, away"

It's a broken kind of feeling, she'd have to tie me to the ceiling
A bad moon's comin', better say your prayers
I wanna tell her that I love her, but does it really matter?
I just can't stand to see you dragging down again, again, again

So I'm singing, oh this is my kinda love
It's the kind that moves on
It's some kind that leaves me alone, you know
Oh this is my kinda love
It's the kind that moves on
It's the kind that leaves me alone

I used to treat you like a lady, now you're my substitute teacher
This bottle's not a pretty, not a pretty sight
I owe the man some money, so I'm turnin over honey
Yes, Mr. Faded Glory is once again doin' time, yeah

This is my kinda love
It's the kind that moves on
It's the kind that leaves me alone
Now this is my kinda love
It's the kind that moves on
It's the kind that, it's the kind that

Leaves me alone
Like a crown of thorns
It's all who you know
So don't burn your bridges, woman
'Cause someday, yeah

So I'm singing
This is my kinda love
It's the kind that moves on
It's the kind that leaves you alone, yeah
This is my kinda love
It's the kind that moves on
It's the kind that, kind that leaves me alone

Like a crown of thorns
It's all who you know
Come on, come on, come on
Don't burn your bridges, woman

My life has become a boring pop song

(And today was a day just like any other)

I'm on the verge, I'm on the verge

Unraveling with every word

With every word you say, make me believe

That I won't feel your tires on the street

As I'm finding the words... you're getting away

I come undone, oh yes, I do

Just think of all the thoughts wasted on you

And every word you say, say something sweet

Cause all I taste is blood between my teeth

As I'm finding the words... you're getting away

Well I'm ready, I'm ready to drop

Oh, I'm ready, I'm ready so don't stop

I'm ready so don't stop, Keep pushing

I'm ready to fall, oh, I'm ready

I'm ready so don't call, I'm ready so don't call

I am aware, I've been misled

I disconnect my heart, my head

Don't wanna recognize when things go bad

The things that you'll accept

Except that I am finding the words... to say

I'm ready, I'm ready to drop

Oh oh oh oh oh, I'm ready

I'm ready so don't stop

I'm ready so don't stop

(I wake up to find it's another

Four aspirin morning, and I dive in

I put on the same clothes I wore yesterday.

When did society decide that we had to change

And wash a tee shirt after every individual use:

If it's not dirty, I'm gonna wear it.

I take the stairs to the car

And there's fog on the windows.

(And I'm Fighting the words...)

I need caffeine in my blood stream,

I take caffeine in the blood stream.

I grip the wheel and all at once I realize:

(And you're getting away...)

My life has become a boring pop song

And everyone's singing along.)

Well, I'm ready, to drop, well, I'm ready

I'm ready so don't stop, oh

Well, keep pushing, I'm ready to fall

Well, I'm ready, I'm ready so don't call

I'm ready so don't call, oh... oh... oh...

stop war

si yo te hubiera dicho no, no me dejes

No quiero ni volver a oir tu nombre
no quiero ni saber a donde vas
así­ me lo dijiste aquella noche
aquella negra noche de mi mal.


Si yo te hubiera dicho no te vayas
que triste me esperaba el porvenir
si yo te hubiera dicho no,no me dejes
mi propio corazón se iba a reir.


Por eso fue que me viste tan tranquilo
caminar serenamente bajo un cielo más que azul,
Despues ya ves, me aguante hasta donde pude,
termine llorando a mares donde no me vieras tú.


Si yo te hubiera dicho no te vayas
qué triste me esperaba el porvenir
si yo te hubiera dicho no, no me dejes
mi propio corazón se iba a reir.

I used to treat you like a lady

You ever hear the story of Mr. Faded Glory?
Say he who rides a pony must someday fall
I've was talkin' to my alter, says "Life is what you make it,
And if you make it death well rest your soul away, away, away"

It's a broken kind of feeling, she'll have to tie me to the ceiling
A bad moon's comin', better say your prayers
I wanna tell you that I love you, but does it really matter?
I just can't stand to see you dragging down again, again, again

So I'm singing, this is my kinda love
It's the kind that moves on
It's the kind that leaves you alone, yeah
Oh this is my kinda love
It's the kind that moves on
It's the kind that leaves me alone

I used to treat you like a lady, now you're my substitute teacher
This bottle's not a pretty, not a pretty sight
I owe the man some money, so I'm turnin' over honey
Ah, Mr. Faded Glory is once again doin' time, oh yeah

This is my kinda love
It's the kind that moves on
It's the kind that leaves me alone
This is my kinda love
It's the kind that moves on
It's the kind that, it's the kind that
Leaves me alone

Like a crown of thorns
It's all who you know
So don't burn your bridges,
'Cause someday, yeah

So I'm singing
This is my kinda love
It's the kind that moves on
It's the kind that leaves you alone, yeah
This is my kinda love
It's the kind that moves on
It's the kind that, leaves me alone

Don't burn your bridges, woman

please end these sleepless nights for me

Through the sleepless nights I cry for you

and wonder who is kissing you

Oh these sleepless nights will break my heart in two

Somehow through the days I don't give in

I hide the tears that wait within

Oh but then through sleepless nights I cry again

Why did you go? Why did you go?

Don't you know, don't you know

I need you?

I keep hoping you'll come back to me

Oh let it be, please let it be

Oh my love, please end these sleepless nights for me

R.E.M.

Hoy es un día triste, R.E.M. anunció su separación después de estár un poco más de 30 años haciendo música, a este tipo de personas sólo se les puede decir gracias.


Nightswimming deserves a quiet night

The photograph on the dashboard taken years ago,
turned around backwards so the windshield shows.
Every street light reveals a picture in reverse
Still it's so much clearer

I forgot my shirt at the water's edge
The moon is low tonight

Nightswimming deserves a quiet night
I'm not sure all these people understand
It's not like years ago
The fear of getting caught
The recklessness in water
They cannot see me naked
These things they go away
Replaced by every day

Nightswimming,
remembering that night
September's coming soon
I'm pining for the moon
And what if there were two
Side by side in orbit around the fairest sun?
The bright tide forever drawn
Could not describe nightswimming

You, I thought I knew you
You, I cannot judge
You, I thought you knew me
This one laughing quietly
Underneath my breath
Nightswimming

The photograph reflects
Every street light a reminder
Nightswimming
Deserves a quiet night
Deserves a quiet night

She builds you up to just put you down

  Femme Fatale (Velvet Underground and Nico Cover) by bestfriendmusic

Here she comes, you better watch your step
She's going to break your heart in two, it's true It's not hard to realize
Just look into her false colored eyes
She builds you up to just put you down, what a clown
'Cause everybody knows (She's a femme fatale)
The things she does to please (She's a femme fatale)
She's just a little tease (She's a femme fatale)
See the way she walks
Hear the way she talks
You're put down in her book
You're number 37, have a look
She's going to smile to make you frown, what a clown
Little boy, she's from the street
Before you start, you're already beat
She's gonna play you for a fool, yes it's true
'Cause everybody knows (She's a femme fatale)
The things she does to please (She's a femme fatale)
She's just a little tease (She's a femme fatale)
See the way she walks 

Hear the way she talks

Never

Tiny Desk Concert‏

hoy buscando vídeos me encontré con esto y sólo puedo decir wow!

Adele

Omara Portuondo

Fanfarlo

The Decemberists

Phoenix

Julieta Venegas

Rodrigo y Gabriela

Edmar Castaneda

Gaby Moreno

 

Como un gargajo en la lluvia

Política cero | Jairo Calixto Albarrán

Me zurra estar asustado. Y lo estoy. Porque no escucho sino golpes de pecho, arengas estériles y promesas de justicia que se perderán como un gargajo en la lluvia. Porque se alienta un nacionalismo chauvinista abstracto, melifluo y cursi de la peor época de Bush.

Porque ante los discursos vacuos y repetitivos del góber Medina y del secretario Blake (entre más los oía más quería a mi perro), al presidente Felipe Calderón Hinojosa lo único que se le ocurrió gritar fue: “¡Déjenos trabajar!”, como si no hubiera tenido todo el presupuesto, todo el poder, todas las potestades, incluso las de soslayar los daños colaterales.

Como si no hubiera descartado con histriónico protagonismo críticas y propuestas, para mantener con porfía un plan que, ahí están las evidencias, no ha sido mejor al de los bárbaros. Los hijos de puta sí saben cómo hacerla en la impunidad, en el éxtasis bulímico de nuestros miedos.

Pero lo que da más terror es que a pesar de hacer negocio con la ludopatía y administrar auténticos imanes para la tragedia, los dueños del casino Royale se niegan a indemnizar a las víctimas del atentado en Monterrey. Antes de justificar la naturaleza rapaz de sus actividades, de explicar por qué las puertas de emergencia eran escenografía, decidieron comportarse como el gobierno federal, estatal y el IMSS cuando lo de la guardería ABC.

Como si no fuera suficiente con extirparle el seso a la clientela, de someterla a las tentaciones de la apuesta y de edificar sueños guajiros de riqueza y de fortuna para convertirla en zombi sin medida ni clemencia —con la anuencia de empresarios, políticos y funcionarios— estos dudosos émulos de Bugsy Seagal se permiten, 53 muertos después, el derecho de ser fundamentalmente ojetes.

Lo único que les faltó a los señores del casino fue rendirle un homenaje a las Ladies de Polanco y decir con altanería procaz, frente a los manifestantes en la Macroplaza de Monterrey (los que exigen, además de justicia y paz, la renuncia de Medina, Larrazabal y el propio Calderón, por medio tapar pozos luego de tanto niño ahogado), “Y háganle como quieran, pinches asalariados de mierda”.

No lo hicieron pero seguro lo pensaron, porque frente al hedor de la muerte, a las sospechas nunca investigadas de lavado de dinero, saben que están protegidos por los guaruras de la impunidad. Digo, si podían laborar, como de costumbre, con maquinitas adulteradas, lo más seguro es que al final seamos obligados a ofrecerles disculpas.

Así es esto. O el sicariato o la inepcia.

“Toda una experiencia la de vivir teniendo miedo. La verdadera esclavitud”, dice el replicante Roy Batty, en Blade Runner.

sometimes it hurts

I heard

That you're settled down

That you

Found a girl

And you're

Married now

I heard

That your dreams came true.

Guess she gave you things

I didn't give to you

Old friend

Why are you so shy?

Ain't like you to hold back

Or hide from the light

I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited

But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it.

I had hoped you'd see my face and that you'd be reminded

That for me it isn't over

Never mind

I'll find someone like you

I wish nothing but the best for you too

"Don't forget me", I begged

"I'll remember", you said

"Sometimes it lasts in love

But sometimes it hurts instead."

Sometimes it lasts in love

But sometimes it hurts instead,

Yeah.

You know how the time flies

Only yesterday

It was the time of our lives

We were born and raised

In a summer haze

Bound by the surprise

Of our glory days

I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited

But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it.

I had hoped you'd see my face and that you'd be reminded

That for me it isn't over.

Never mind

I'll find someone like you

I wish nothing but the best for you too

"Don't forget me", I begged

"I'll remember", you said

"Sometimes it lasts in love

But sometimes it hurts instead."

Nothing compares

No worries or cares

Regrets and mistakes

They are memories made.

Who would have known

How bittersweet this would taste?

Never mind

I'll find someone like you

I wish nothing but the best for you

"Don't forget me", I begged

"I'll remember", you said

"Sometimes it lasts in love

But sometimes it hurts instead"

Never mind

I'll find someone like you

I wish nothing but the best for you too

"Don't forget me", I begged

"I'll remember", you said

"Sometimes it lasts in love

But sometimes it hurts instead"

"Sometimes it lasts in love

But sometimes it hurts instead"

Science can answer moral questions

Sam Harris

llega un 4 para otros 6

Después de 2 años llega el hijo prodigo de las fuerzas básicas del FC Barcelona, el mismo al que consideraban el mejor del equipo y no de uno cualquiera, hablamos del cadete en dónde también jugaba Gerard Piqué y un argentino de 12 años Lionel Messi, esperemos que con su llegada se puedan conseguir temporadas tan memorables como esta:

Even the rain

La película empieza muy bien, dedicada a la memoria de Howard Zinn, con Gael de director de una película, con Malamadre de productor y con la realidad latinoamericana como actor principal. Los habitantes del nuevo mundo hablando quechua y con un Colon obsesionado con el oro del nuevo mundo y que presenta a los padres Bartolomé de las Casas y Antonio de Montesinos como defensores de los indios, pero este sólo es el argumento que maquilla la problemática real de Bolivia en el año 2000 en dónde se intentó privatizar el agua.

La película vale mucho la pena y sirve para ejemplificarnos como los problemas de las comunidades tienen solución si nos organizamos, además de enseñarnos una de las grandes victorias del pueblo.

También nos damos cuenta que en este mundo se quiere privatizar todo y también la lluvia.

volvió el dolor...

Tengo todo para comprobar,
Caja llena de recuerdos que nunca pude quemar.
No dijiste a que querías jugar
Solo se que en este juego a nadie le tocó ganar.

Se que haz de pensar en mí,
Todo lo que hice por tí,
Se que haz de pensar en mí
Pero para que esperar si ya no queda nada

Tengo el mejor recuerdo en mí,
Recuerdo en mí
No quiero dejarlo atrás,
No quiero dejarlo atrás,
Tengo el mejor recuerdo en mí,
Recuerdo en mí
No quiero dejarlo atrás,
No quiero dejarlo atrás,

Pues esta tarde volvió el dolor...

Dime para que te he de escribir tantas cartas
si aunque quieras se que no me vas a abrir,
esta parte de tu corazón que hoy el miedo ha cerrado,
pero ayer si pude abrir.

Se que haz de pensar en mí,
Todo lo que hice por tí,
Se que haz de pensar en mí
Pero para que esperar si ya no queda nada
ya no queda nada

Tengo el mejor recuerdo en mí,
Recuerdo en mí
No quiero dejarlo atrás,
No quiero dejarlo atrás,
Tengo el mejor recuerdo en mí,
Recuerdo en mí
No quiero dejarlo atrás,
No quiero dejarlo atrás,

Pues esta tarde volvió el dolor...
Mejor vamos a platicar, tal vez el dolor así sanará ...volvió el dolor...
Tu dime si hay otra solución ...volvió el dolor...

Cambiaste de color y de fronteras

La fiebre de un sábado azul
y un domingo sin tristezas.
Esquivas a tu corazón
y destrozas tu cabeza,
y en tu voz, sólo un pálido adios
y el reloj en tu puño marcó las tres.
El sueño de un sol y de un mar
y una vida peligrosa
cambiando lo amargo por miel
y la gris ciudad por rosas
te hace bien, tanto como hace mal
te hace odiar, tanto como querer y más.
Cambiaste de tiempo y de amor
y de música y de ideas
Cambiaste de sexo y de Dios
de color y de fronteras
pero en sí, nada más cambiarás
y un sensual abandono vendrá y el fin.
Y llevas el caño a tu sien
apretando bien las muelas
y cierras los ojos y ves
todo el mar en primavera
bang, bang, bang
hojas muertas que caen,
siempre igual,
los que no pueden más
se van.

creo que si

Searching of the voice of a better way

On A Saturday

The face of another day
Searching of the voice of a better way
They say that it's a bad time of year
To be up in arms
So we're pushing on cause we know in our hearts

It's the only way
To stay afloat with the sharks at bay
Avoid being a casualty of the circumstances
And second chances are shredded day by day
Will your legs fail you
When you stand too straight and tall
Cause the world's gone mad
The taller you are, the harder you fall

Sail up into the night sky
Until our worlds collide
Tonight we feel alive
Stand up where I can see you
No reason left to hide
Tonight we feel alive

You asked, what would I stand for
Truth is I stand for this
It's passion perfected
Fashion neglected
A natural infection of all we have seen

It's the only way
Since we discovered we had a say
Found that the world's not as cold and grey
As our circumstances
And second chances living out the days
Will your legs fail you
When you stand too straight and tall
Cause the world's gone mad
The taller you are, the harder you fall
I won't stand for this

Sail up into the night sky
Until our worlds collide
Tonight we feel alive
Stand up where I can see you
No reason left to hide
Tonight we feel alive
Tonight, tonight, tonight

Stand up where I can see you
No reason left to hide
It's the only way
It's the only way
Tonight we feel alive
It's the only way
It's the only way
Tonight, tonight, tonight

Will your legs fail you
When you stand too straight and tall
Cause the world's gone mad
The taller you are, the harder you fall

Sail up into the night sky
Until our worlds collide
Tonight we feel alive
Stand up where I can see you
No reason left to hide
Tonight we feel alive
Tonight we feel alive
Tonight, tonight, tonight

we all need a little punk rock and roll

Well they say that punk rock has died away,
I don\'t believe a word they say.
Sing for tomorrow sing for today,
we all need a little punk rock and roll.
The world needs a little punk rock and roll!!!

We all need a little punk rock and roll,
The kind that makes you wanna break some bones.
It doesnt really matter what the singer says,
As long as punk rock is beating in those heads.

I want a good feeling,
Push and shove.
I want a good feeling,
Running in my blood.
I want a good feeling,
on the open road.
I want a good feeling,
Yeah lose control.

Stay up all night,
Got my friends and my music and we're feeling all right.
Gonna stay up all night,
Gonna live before we die.

We all need a little punk rock and roll,
Tonight we gonna drink...
Forget about our problems and put the world on hold,
We all need a little punk rock and roll.

I want a good feeling,
Push and shove.
I want a good feeling,
Running in my blood.
I want a good feeling,
on the open road.
I want a good feeling,
Yeah lose control.

Stay up all night,
Got my friends and my music and we're feeling all right.
Gonna stay up all night,
Gonna live before we die.

Feel it (Feel it)

Yeah just forget about life on a Saturday night.

Dont care about the worlds going down and ends the night.

Soon as you go and mention punk, makes me feel alright.

Stop!

Stay up all night,
Got my friends and my music and we're feeling all right.
Gonna stay up all night,
Gonna live before we die.

Stay up all night,
Got my friends and my music and we're feeling all right.
Gonna stay up all night,
Gonna live like we ain't ever gonna die.

bad dream come true

I believe them bones are me

Some say we're born into the grave

I feel so alone, gonna end up a

Big ole pile a them bones

Dust rise right on over my time

Empty fossil of the new scene

I feel so alone, gonna wind up a

Big ole pile a them bones

Toll due bad dream come true

I lie dead gone under red sky

I feel so alone, gonna end up a

Big ole pile a them...

I feel so alone, gonna end up a

Big ole pile a them...

I feel so alone, gonna end up a

Big ole pile a them bones

Fools rush in

Fools rush in
Where angels fear to tread
And so I come to you my love
My heart above my head

Though I see the danger there
If there's a chance for me
Then I don't care
Oh, oh, oh, oh

Fools rush in
Where wise men never go
But wise men never fall in love
So how are they to know

When we met
I felt my life begin
So open up your heart and let
This fool rush in

And I don't care
Oh, oh, oh, oh

Fools rush in
Where wise men never go
But wise men never fall in love
So how are they to know

When we met
I felt my life begin
So open up your heart and let
This fool rush in

So open up your heart and let
This fool rush in

So open up your heart and let
This fool rush in

So open up your heart and let
This fool rush in

Everything I know about breaking hearts I learned from you

There's No "I" In Team

Well I can't regret,

can't you just forget it?

I started something I couldn't finish

And if we go down,

we go down together

best friends means,

well best friends means

And I've got a twenty-dollar bill

that says you're up late night starting

fist fights versus fences in your backyard

Wearing your black eye like a badge of honor

Soaking in sympathy

from friends who never loved you

nearly half as much as me

Broken down in bars and bathrooms

All I did was what I had to

Don't believe me when I tell you

it's just what anyone would do

Take the time to talk about it

Think a lot and live without it

Don't believe me when I tell you

it's something unforgivable...ohoh

Well I can't regret,

can't you just forget it?

I started something I couldn't finish

If we go down,

we go down together

best friends means,

well best friends means

You never knew

well i never told you...

Everything I know about breaking hearts

I learned from you, it's true

I've never done it with the style and grace you have

But I've made long term plans

based on these mistakes

Broken down in bars and bathrooms

All I did was what I had to

Don't believe me when I tell you

it's just what anyone would do

Take the time to talk about it

Think a lot and live without it

Don't believe me when I tell you

it's something unforgivable

Is this what you call tact?

I swear you're as subtle as a brick in the small of my back

so let's end this call,

and end this conversation

there's nothing worse...

(that's right he said, that's right he said it)

I swear, you have no idea

The jealousy that became me thinking

(that's right he said)

that you always had it way too easy

Broken down in bars and bathrooms

All I did was what I had to

Don't believe me when I tell you

it's just what anyone would do

Take the time to talk about it

Think a lot and live without it

Don't believe me when I tell you

it's something unforgivable

Best friends means I pulled the trigger

Best friends means you get what you deserve

Best friends means I pulled the trigger

Best friends means you get what you deserve

Best friends means I pulled the trigger

Best friends means you get what you deserve

Best friends means I pulled the trigger

Best friends means you get what you deserve

Best friends means I pulled the trigger

Best friends means you get what you deserve

Best friends means I pulled the trigger!!!

Best friends means you get what you deserve!!!

D:

Being a fan of Pearl Jam has incalculably enriched my life

I heard about your trip

Best Deceptions

I heard about your trip.
I heard about your souvenirs.
I heard about the cool breeze, in the cool nights,
And the cool guys that you spent them with.
Well I guess I should have heard of them from you.
I guess I should have heard of them from you.

Don't you see, don't you see, that the charade is over?
And all the "Best Deceptions" and "Clever Cover Story" awards go to you.
So kiss me hard 'cause this will be the last time that I let you.
You will be back someday and this awkward kiss that tells of other people's lips will be of service to keeping you away.

I heard about your regrets.
I heard that you were feeling sorry.
I heard from someone that you wish you could set things right between us.
Well I guess I should have heard of that from you.
I guess I should have heard of that from you.

I'm waiting for blood to flow to my fingers,
I'll be all right when my hands get warm.Ignoring the phone,
I'd rather say nothing. I'd rather you'd never heard my voice.
You're calling too late too late to be gracious you do not warrant long goodbyes.

He was bigger than LSD

Hoy me puse a navegar por internet (jajajaja) y la marea me llevó hasta la lista de los 100 mejores guitarristas de la historia, con la que no quedé muy conforme al no estar mi favorito pero bueno este mundo no es perfecto, total que el número uno (digamos que no podía haber sorpresa) es Jimi Hendrix y la reseña la escribe Pete Townshend si no la han leído aquí se las dejo.

I feel sad for people who have to judge Jimi Hendrix on the basis of recordings and film alone; because in the flesh he was so extraordinary. He had a kind of alchemist's ability; when he was on the stage, he changed. He physically changed. He became incredibly graceful and beautiful. It wasn't just people taking LSD, though that was going on, there's no question. But he had a power that almost sobered you up if you were on an acid trip. He was bigger than LSD.

What he played was fucking loud but also incredibly lyrical and expert. He managed to build this bridge between true blues guitar — the kind that Eric Clapton had been battling with for years and years — and modern sounds, the kind of Syd Barrett-meets-Townshend sound, the wall of screaming guitar sound that U2 popularized. He brought the two together brilliantly. And it was supported by a visual magic that obviously you won't get if you just listen to the music. He did this thing where he would play a chord, and then he would sweep his left hand through the air in a curve, and it would almost take you away from the idea that there was a guitar player here and that the music was actually coming out of the end of his fingers. And then people say, "Well, you were obviously on drugs." But I wasn't, and I wasn't drunk, either. I can just remember being taken over by this, and the images he was producing or evoking were naturally psychedelic in tone because we were surrounded by psychedelic graphics. All of the images that were around us at the time had this kind of echoey, acidy quality to them. The lighting in all the clubs was psychedelic and drippy.

He was dusty — he had cobwebs and dust all over him. He was a very unremarkable-looking guy with an old military jacket on that was pretty dirty. It looked like he'd maybe slept in it a few nights running. When he would walk toward the stage, nobody would really take much notice of him. But when he walked off, I saw him walk up to some of the most covetable women in the world. Hendrix would snap his fingers, and they followed him. Onstage, he was very erotic as well. To a man watching, he was erotic like Mick Jagger is erotic. It wasn't "You know, I'd like to take that guy in the bathroom and fuck him." It was a high form of eroticism, almost spiritual in quality. There was a sense of wanting to possess him and wanting to be a part of him, to know how he did what he did because he was so powerfully affecting. Johnny Rotten did it, Kurt Cobain did it. As a man, you wanted to be a part of Johnny Rotten's gang, you wanted to be a part of Kurt Cobain's gang.

He was shy and kind and sweet, and he was fucked up and insecure. If you were as lucky as I was, you'd spend a few hours with him after a gig and watch him descend out of this incredibly colorful, energized face. There was also something quite sad about watching him. There was a hedonism about him. Toward the end of his life, he seemed to be having fun, but maybe a little bit too much. It was happening to a lot of people, but it was sad to see it happen to him.

With Jimi, I didn't have any envy. I never had any sense that I could ever come close. I remember feeling quite sorry for Eric, who thought that he might actually be able to emulate Jimi. I also felt sorry that he should think that he needed to. Because I thought Eric was wonderful anyway. Perhaps I make assumptions here that I shouldn't, but it's true. Once — I think it was at a gig Jimi played at the Scotch of St. James [in London] — Eric and I found ourselves holding each other's hands. You know, what we were watching was so profoundly powerful.

The third or fourth time that I saw him, he was supporting the Who at the Saville Theatre. That was the first time I saw him set his guitar on fire. It didn't do very much. He poured lighter fluid over the guitar and set fire to it, and then the next day he would be playing with a guitar that was a little bit charred. In fact, I remember teasing him, saying, "That's not good enough — you need a proper flamethrower, it needs to be completely destroyed." We started getting into an argument about destroying your guitar — if you're going to do it, you have to do it properly. You have to break every little piece of the guitar, and then you have to give it away so it can't be rebuilt. Only that is proper breaking your guitar. He was looking at me like I was fucking mad.

Trying to work out how he affected me at my ground zero, the fact is that I felt like I was robbed. I felt the Who were in some ways quite a silly little group, that they were indeed my art-school installation. They were constructed ideas and images and some cool little pop songs. Some of the music was good, but a lot of what the Who did was very tongue-in-cheek, or we reserved the right to pretend it was tongue-in-cheek if the audience laughed at it. The Who would always look like we didn't really mean it, like it didn't really matter. You know, you smash a guitar, you walk off and go, "Fuck it all. It's all a load of tripe anyway." That really was the beginning of that punk consciousness. And Jimi arrived with proper music.

He made the electric guitar beautiful. It had always been dangerous, it had always been able to evoke anger. If you go right back to the beginning of it, John Lee Hooker shoving a microphone into his guitar back in the 1940s, it made his guitar sound angry, impetuous, and dangerous. The guitar players who worked through the Fifties and with the early rock artists — James Burton, who worked with Ricky Nelson and the Everly Brothers, Steve Cropper with Booker T. — these Nashville-influenced players had a steely, flick-knife sound, really kind of spiky compared to the beautiful sound of the six-string acoustic being played in the background. In those great early Elvis songs, you hear Elvis himself playing guitar on songs like "Hound Dog," and then you hear an electric guitar come in, and it's not a pleasant sound. Early blues players, too — Muddy Waters, Buddy Guy, Albert King — they did it to hurt your ears. Jimi made it beautiful and made it OK to make it beautiful.

esto es ser fans!

hoy me dieron ganas de recordar a Chava Flores

No vale la pena vivir para ganar, vale la pena vivir para seguir tu conciencia

Qué más da si al final todo me sale siempre bien, del revés

Concreté

la fecha de mi muerte con Satán.

Le engañé

y ahora no hay quien me pare, ya los pies.

Razonar

es siempre tan difícil para mí.

Qué más da

si al final todo me sale siempre bien, del revés.

Nací un buen día, mi madre no era virgen

no vino el rey, tampoco me importó

hago milagros, convierto el agua en vino

me resucito si me hago un canutito.

Soy Evaristo, el rey de la baraja

vivo entre rejas, antes era chapista

los mercaderes ocuparon mi templo

y me aplicaron ley antiterrorista.

¿Cuánto más necesito para ser dios, dios, dios?

¿Cuánto más necesito convencer?

¿Cuánto más necesito para ser dios, dios, dios?

¿Cuánto más necesito convencer?

Y perdí

la cuenta de las veces que te amé.

Desquicié

tu vida por ponerla junto a mí.

Vomité

mi alma en cada verso que te dí ¿qué te di?

Olvidé

me quedan tantas cosas que decir ¿qué decir?

Por conocer a cuantos se margina

un día me vi metido en la heroína

aún hubo más, menuda pesadilla

crucificado a base de pastillas

Soy Evaristo, el rey de la baraja

vivo entre rejas, antes era chapista

los mercaderes ocuparon mi templo

y me aplicaron ley antiterrorista.

¿Cuánto más necesito para ser dios, dios, dios?

¿Cuánto más necesito convencer?

¿Cuánto más necesito para ser dios, dios, dios?

¿Cuánto más necesito convencer?

I still remember, why don't you...

Not For You

Restless soul, enjoy your youth

Like Muhammad, hits the truth

Can't escape from the common rule

If you hate something, don't you do it too...too...

Small my table, sits just two

Got so crowded, I can't make room

Oh, where did they come from? Stormed my room!

And you dare say it belongs to you...to you...

This is not for you

This is not for you

This is not for you

Oh, not for you...ah, you...

...Scream...my friends...don't call me...

...Friends, no they don't scream...

...My friends don't call...my friends don't...

All that's sacred, comes from youth

Dedication, naive and true

With no power, and fuckin' nothing to do

I still remember, why don't you...don't you...

This is not for you

This is not for you

This is not for you

Oh, never was for you...fuck you...

This is not for you...

Oh, this is not for you...yeah, you...

This is not for you...

Oh, not for you...

Oh, you...

I'm falling harder than I've ever fell before

Longing To Belong

I'm falling harder than I've

ever fell before

I'm falling fast while hoping

I'll land in your arms

'cause all my time is spent here

longing to belong

to you

I dream of circles perfect

eyes within your face

my heart's an open wound that

only you'd replace

and though the moon is rising

can't put your picture down

love can be frightening when you fall

And when the time is right, 

I hope that you'll respond

like when the wind gets tired

the ocean becomes calm

I may be dreaming but I'm

longing to belong

to you

tu sabes que no estás bien

Me corté el pelo como Ralph Macchio

A veces siento que ella se mete en mi cabeza

Y cuando me doy cuenta, ya no puedo olvidarme de ella

A veces me doy cuenta, que ya nada da vueltas

Estática en reversa y ya no puedo olvidarme de ella

Y tu sabes que no estás bien

There is no heaven or afterlife for broken down computers

Stephen Hawking: 'There is no heaven; it's a fairy story'

A belief that heaven or an afterlife awaits us is a "fairy story" for people afraid of death, Stephen Hawking has said.

In a dismissal that underlines his firm rejection of religious comforts, Britain's most eminent scientist said there was nothing beyond the moment when the brain flickers for the final time.

Hawking, who was diagnosed with motor neurone disease at the age of 21, shares his thoughts on death, human purpose and our chance existence in an exclusive interview with the Guardian today.

The incurable illness was expected to kill Hawking within a few years of its symptoms arising, an outlook that turned the young scientist to Wagner, but ultimately led him to enjoy life more, he has said, despite the cloud hanging over his future.

"I have lived with the prospect of an early death for the last 49 years. I'm not afraid of death, but I'm in no hurry to die. I have so much I want to do first," he said.

"I regard the brain as a computer which will stop working when its components fail. There is no heaven or afterlife for broken down computers; that is a fairy story for people afraid of the dark," he added.

Hawking's latest comments go beyond those laid out in his 2010 book, The Grand Design, in which he asserted that there is no need for a creator to explain the existence of the universe. The book provoked a backlash from some religious leaders, including the chief rabbi, Lord Sacks, who accused Hawking of committing an "elementary fallacy" of logic.

The 69-year-old physicist fell seriously ill after a lecture tour in the US in 2009 and was taken to Addenbrookes hospital in an episode that sparked grave concerns for his health. He has since returned to his Cambridge department as director of research.

The physicist's remarks draw a stark line between the use of God as a metaphor and the belief in an omniscient creator whose hands guide the workings of the cosmos.

In his bestselling 1988 book, A Brief History of Time, Hawking drew on the device so beloved of Einstein, when he described what it would mean for scientists to develop a "theory of everything" – a set of equations that described every particle and force in the entire universe. "It would be the ultimate triumph of human reason – for then we should know the mind of God," he wrote.

The book sold a reported 9 million copies and propelled the physicist to instant stardom. His fame has led to guest roles in The Simpsons, Star Trek: The Next Generation and Red Dwarf. One of his greatest achievements in physics is a theory that describes how black holes emit radiation.

In the interview, Hawking rejected the notion of life beyond death and emphasised the need to fulfil our potential on Earth by making good use of our lives. In answer to a question on how we should live, he said, simply: "We should seek the greatest value of our action."

In answering another, he wrote of the beauty of science, such as the exquisite double helix of DNA in biology, or the fundamental equations of physics.

Hawking responded to questions posed by the Guardian and a reader in advance of a lecture tomorrow at the Google Zeitgeist meeting in London, in which he will address the question: "Why are we here?"

In the talk, he will argue that tiny quantum fluctuations in the very early universe became the seeds from which galaxies, stars, and ultimately human life emerged. "Science predicts that many different kinds of universe will be spontaneously created out of nothing. It is a matter of chance which we are in," he said.

Hawking suggests that with modern space-based instruments, such as the European Space Agency's Planck mission, it may be possible to spot ancient fingerprints in the light left over from the earliest moments of the universe and work out how our own place in space came to be.

His talk will focus on M-theory, a broad mathematical framework that encompasses string theory, which is regarded by many physicists as the best hope yet of developing a theory of everything.

M-theory demands a universe with 11 dimensions, including a dimension of time and the three familiar spatial dimensions. The rest are curled up too small for us to see.

Evidence in support of M-theory might also come from the Large Hadron Collider (LHC) at Cern, the European particle physics laboratory near Geneva.

One possibility predicted by M-theory is supersymmetry, an idea that says fundamental particles have heavy – and as yet undiscovered – twins, with curious names such as selectrons and squarks.

Confirmation of supersymmetry would be a shot in the arm for M-theory and help physicists explain how each force at work in the universe arose from one super-force at the dawn of time.

Another potential discovery at the LHC, that of the elusive Higgs boson, which is thought to give mass to elementary particles, might be less welcome to Hawking, who has a long-standing bet that the long-sought entity will never be found at the laboratory.

Hawking will join other speakers at the London event, including the chancellor, George Osborne, and the Nobel prize-winning economist Joseph Stiglitz.

tú y yo no se en qué nos parecemos, pero si nos parecemos en que somos unos exagerados

Últimamente he estado enganchado a algunos programas de televisión (que veo por YouTube) españoles, Buenafuente, El Intermedio y Salvados. El primero es un late night show desde Barcelona, el segundo un programa de actualidad que a cada noticia dada por Beatriz Montañez, le sigue un chiste del Gran Wyoming y el tercero es un programa de reportajes de un personaje que anteriormente participaba con Buenafuente. La verdad es que con estos tres programas he encontrado la frescura que busco en los programas de televisión y entre otras cosas me mantienen bien informado de la situación social y política de España y el mundo de una manera muy amena, también me he encontrado con personajes como el que le hace la siguiente entrevista a Joaquín Sabina.

Joaquín Sabina al que este año lo veré nuevamente y los dos días y en la fila 7

no pares de bailar

Nunca le quedó peor en nombre a este blog que el día de hoy, no se fue ponerme los audífonos, sintonizar Cake y ser feliz. Esta es una de esas bandas que nunca fueron tan conocidas, aunque sí tuvieron algunos éxitos, creo que la gente no ha valorado su grandiosidad lírica y musical.

Sin duda entra en el top 5 de mis bandas favoritas y que me urge que vengan a tocar por acá. Por lo pronto seguiré bailando un poco.

Hoy traje el iPod a la oficina para escuchar a Cake, pero no tiene mucha pila. no hay problema en cuanto se le termine, me paso al iPhone en donde traigo un disco que todavía no logro dejar de escuchar, el Freno de Mano de Los Tres.

si lees esto, hoy soñé contigo.