New discovery

Hello people.
I am in much better health than before, but I'm still not fully 100% back.

Just today I discovered a Japanese band: Boris. What a band name. And yes, by Japanese I don't only mean that they are awesome, absolutely insane to the extent that our western music standards of craziness are nothing in comparison to what those japs do every single day and consider the norm. Yep, you guessed it, they are from Japan. Damn! What a surprise...

Ok, no. They are something quite extra special, since they were invited to be featured artists in the Vivid Sydney Festival run this year. I discovered them in a brochure of the festival during breakfast. It featured all three members of the band holding double-necked guitars. And I thought: "Wow, that looks soo cool. I wonder what their music is like." I checked their MySpace site, and listened to their tracks.

I got blown away by firstly listening to this one:


And then, the floodgates open and I am completely entranced by the incredible sound they produce, even if they only have three members, even if there was actually only one double-necked guitar (the poster was deceiving!!):


I'm now addicted to their music. In less than 13 hours. It has been incredible!! I'm already considering buying music from my free-shipment music shop site of preference. Wow, damn, wwwwooooww!!! Really hot stuff right there.

And yeah, now I'm trying to get a job. The barista option is too unstable, too unfrequent, perhaps the nightfill shifts may come in handy once again. God it's that time coming back again.

I'll see ya peeps later, keep rocking.

10 days of rain

It's been quite a while since I last posted.


Winter is approaching fast, and the air is crisp and tight around us.
And it has been raining down really hard. It's a bit too wet for a Southern-Hemisphere autumn in Sydney.

Sometimes it seems that the sound of water is a glimpse of the voice of nature.
Droplets pounding gently on the car, while you wait inside for someone.
The splashing from our feet onto puddles.
The fine touches of rain onto our face.

But sometimes we forget about what it all means.
Of course, our immediate minds focus on heading to shelter.
But that is nothing in comparison to the magnitude of the world.

Some say that water has memory..
and that it holds special powers.
Don't you see how sometimes, all that we need is a shower or bath to get us relaxed?
And sometimes, where urbanization has sprawled over ancient water routes, floods go through those same spots again without failing.

It's been raining too much.
Now I'm sick.

For some reason I feel like listening to Moby.

And those three words

This is possibly one of the most interesting music videos I've seen in the past months. The music, an interesting mix of house and pop, with a very slight hint of trance, is pretty cool. I normally look at "commercial" music as tasteless, but I guess I just take things in music with a very biased perspective, but every now and again, there is some good stuff out there. Of course, and taking into consideration the present nature of the artistic world at the moment, some of the music that is currently popular is just outrageous and ridiculous.

I guess what got me in this video is the visuals. The splitting images, the blending of the camera shots, and how everything seems to sit so naturally in place even if the cameras move in opposite direction, makes this video quite pleasing and engaging to the mind. It's like a diptych, but just with video. The creative part of myself is trying to piece the things together, trying to form some sort of meaning out of the plain but odd room featured there, with the people twirling around and with the very plastic appearance of the singers. But it may just not have any sense at all. Meh, it happens. It's art.

No fue tal y cómo lo pensaba

Cambio de planes!
Aquellos interesantes cambios y momentos que pensé que iba a tener quizás no van a suceder dentro de algo de tiempo. Y quizás con otra compañía, alguien diferente.

Al menos ya parte de mis broncas se han resuelto,

y estoy ocupándome de más y más cosas: exámenes, tareas, etcétera. Muchas cosas como siempre. Sabía que la universidad iba a ser algo laborioso, pero creo que mis estimaciones al principio eran más inferiores a lo que en realidad estoy haciendo en la actualidad.

Lo bueno es que mis opciones se han abierto otra vez. Y de nueva cuenta vuelvo a aquella fase existencial del "pues, me gustaría salir con alguien". Te podría contar en cientos de palabras lo que mi mente está interpretando de mi presente estado, pero no tengo el tiempo (y quizás tú no tendrás el tiempo tampoco de leer).

Pero, ahora me pregunto, ¿a quién le estoy escribiendo?
No importa, el blog deberá seguir adelante, de pie, y creciendo con más nuevo contenido.
Cuídense todos.

Cuando el silencio impera y solo las miradas hablan

Su propia belleza

define un color único y propio.

Sus curvas demuestran la verdadera promesa.

No sé a quién le debo rezar

cuando la luz cambia de curso alrededor de aquellos contornos.



Translated excerpt from "Quiet Now", by Daedelus

Ballads of the distances and times pt.1

Sometimes,
there is just fog all around you


and you can't see what is ahead,



sometimes you can't even see your own hands,




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but you just can't stop going forward.

There could be a sharp bend right ahead.
Or a blockade. Or a dead end.


And you can't stop thinking about it.


Your                      mind
    overflows
             with
                 the
                    fear
               about
            the
absolute               unknown     .             


But regardless of that,

you should stay on the road.

And keep charging forward through the mist.


Grip the
tar
mac

and feel       
the         wind
brushing by you.

Let it
tell you where
everyone's destinies
collide and fuse;

where life begins and ends,
and where you lie
in the event horizon
                        
of
your own       miraculous,     brief  
                                            and
                                            impermanent
                                            existence.