estereofònicx

M’agradaria solcar el cel com una àliga (del Garraf).

“the sky comes king blown in every direction
and of no country
i am straw”
16 Horsepower

Hutterite Mile

“on from here walkin dreams awake
i think not i think not
the sky comes king blown in every direction
and of no country
i am straw

it is no mystery
i know my way from here
it is no mystery
i know my way from here”

En un dia clar, veure passar el paisatge mentres escoltes South San Gabriel sempre és agradable.

The Carlton Chronicles

Glacial Slurs

65daysofstatic cancel·len la seva actuació a un festival perquè aquest ha acceptat l’esponsorització d’una empresa de fabricació d’armes:

“We are not playing because the festival has recently decided to accept
sponsorship from the world’s third largest arms manufacturer, BAE
Systems. This was not the case when we confirmed the show, and the
festival promoters have regretfully decided they cannot change the
situation at this late stage. BAE Systems are an arms company. They
make things to kill people with and we cannot have dealings with them: http://www.baesystems.com/“

Radio Protector

These Boots Are Made For Walking

Exigim Mazoni!

Eufòria

Un anunci que emeten aquests dies per televisió m’ha fet treure la pols a aquell disc d’Antony and the Johnsons que tant havia escoltat, I Am A Bird Now.

You Are My Sister

You are my sister, we were born
So innocent, so full of need
There were times we were friends but times I was so cruel
Each night I’d ask for you to watch me as I sleep
I was so afraid of the night
You seemed to move through the places that I feared
You lived inside my world so softly
Protected only by the kindness of your nature
You are my sister
And I love you
May all of your dreams come true
We felt so differently then
So similar over the years
The way we laugh the way we experience pain
So many memories
But there’s nothing left to gain from remembering
Faces and worlds that no one else will ever know
You are my sister
And I love you
May all of your dreams come true
I want this for you
They’re gonna come true (gonna come true)

Fa dies que no poso res al bloc i és que no tinc temps. Però no és que no tingui temps perquè estic molt enfeinat, estressat, solucionant assumptes tèrbols, posant ordre a disputes familiars, embolicat amb algun projecte paral·lel al món real, de viatge a la Xina meridional, llegint un llibre, rascant-me la panxa o veient “Dónde estás corazón?”. No. No tinc temps per posar res al bloc perquè quan tinc una mica de temps l’única cosa que faig és escoltar Kings of Leon. Res més. Per la vena.

Use Somebody