tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247060602024-03-13T20:02:00.080-07:00Moloko velocetpercolationsalberto centurion bassohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15585419068929154004noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706060.post-71693405161612377132009-11-06T13:17:00.000-08:002009-11-06T14:19:24.076-08:0038<span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Two days ago was my 38th birthday. Until now, it has been painless - fortunately! Last year's was a bit more traumatic experience as I recall it due to the existential ghosts that fly above me all the time. But in this last one, I've felt so far much more resignation of what it is and of how it is. I realize now that even though there are still some missing pieces and some unchangeable others as well, there's no need to worry about them. I feel a bit more tranquil regarding that aspect and acceptance of the facts has become my free floating mantra. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">One thing I've noticed though a hint of growing impatience with people. Whenever the opportunity arises, I can throw myself, fangs upfront, to the throat of the unfortunate in turn and leave him until I have satisfied my need for remarking how this or how that that person is (to my eyes, that is). This is nasty, I know and I dislike myself whenever I catch me doing it. I'm working on it, little by little (or at least this is what I say to myself), but at least I'm acknowledging it and that is a first step. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">On the other hand, confidence has been strong. I guess the realization of the age has helped me in the realization of myself. I mean, I haven't changed whatsoever in my behaviors nor in my activities nor communication ways. The place where this realization acts within me is in my "been there/done that" bone. Is not that I've become a snob or a know-it-all or any other kind of pompous bastard with attitude, is more of knowing you may have information and experience previously recorded into your hard disk, and letting it work for you as your frame reference and as your opinion builder. Not that it was not happening before, it's just that now you can really mean it. Or I don't know, maybe it's just myself and my 'pink panther/chabelo' personality that has always found its way to show up and twist reality for me. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I've always considered myself as one of the 'good kind' of people, mainly because I would never do something (consciously at least) to harm somebody's feelings. The thing is that this way of avoiding to cause a trauma on someone else have had always a side effect: you can be perceived as fool, and that can really make me 'grind my gears'. One thing is that you're a nice guy and don't mention what's wrong to avoid hurting somebody's feelings, and another one is that you're an idiot who can not see what is wrong. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">What I've learned is that truth and sincerity has to be said always, regardless of any feelings damaged. It is just wrong and useless to be polite and nice when what it is needed is the real answer. I mean, this has never been a big issue with standard people, but whenever this event happens with a close dude, you don't want to make him/her feel bad/sad etc. But that is harmful for both parties, you and them, being the most critical oneself of course.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">So, this self-realization has been helping me achieve a more real/cut-the-crap kind of person. Or at least I'm trying to. Also, a strong inspiration from fellow friends and international acquaintances: French, Russians, Americans and even Canadians with their openness and laid back attitude are very good at this. </span><br /></span>alberto centurion bassohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15585419068929154004noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706060.post-46328825893301847352009-04-20T21:05:00.000-07:002009-04-22T23:00:28.992-07:00Honey Coloured Time<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Well, this one's worth of posting for sure...</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">It all began one afternoon around 22 years ago, with me and my friend RomiBoy hanging out as usual outside his apartment. A neighbor and another dude, Erick, whom we both knew as well, came looking for my friend to ask him if he would be interested in playing the guitar in their band. RomiBoy liked the idea and started talking about the band and so on. I got myself involved in the conversation as I had also things to mention regarding rock and groups - my elder brother recently became the drummer for a band- and also because I really wanted to get my hands on whatever kind of shennanigan that could happen out of this. So they set up a date for the next day and this and that and then appeared the moment to jump into the wagon: "Hey, can I come?" -Sure dude! Awesome! All of a sudden I was presented with the opportunity of being in a room with an electric guitar, amps, speakers and a drumkit... neat!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I called another friend, Eduardo, whom I knew would be also interested in attending the occasion and then there we were, the next day on our way to a rock practice -or a jam, which is how 'hard rockers' call these sessions. So by the time we got there, these guys put their guitars and stuff in the room and we would go grab some beers as we needed to wait a bit for the drummer to get home - it was his house. So just before going for those beers, I couldn't resist the temptation and sat in the drummers chair with a pair of drumsticks in my hands. "May I?" I asked politely and they all went 'Yah, of course, sure, go crazy!' Wohoo! The first thing that came to my mind was the beginning of Zeppelin's 'Rock 'n Roll', with the hi-hats and such and such, so I played it the way I thought it was supposed to be played. I guess it wasn't that bad because a little bit later that same evening Erick gave the finger to the other dudes and asked me and Eduardo if we would like to play with him and form a new band. Awesome! RomiBoy became our first fan/roadie/groupie/guest member.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">We began to hang out often after the deal got sealed, and began to talk about the newly born band. For such sessions, which happened mostly in a VW where we drank vastly amounts of good beer while driving all around the neighborhood while listening music and chatting, I prepared a tape with all these new bands that my brother had brought home recently. This tape, had 'Pesadez' (Heaviness) written on one side and 'Espesez' (Thickness) on the other as a way to describe what kind of songs I have chosen to feature in the cassette. One side began with Blue Cheer's 'Summertime Blues' and that was followed by Budgie's 'Nude Disintegrating Parachutist Woman', the Masters Apprentices' 'Lesson So Listen', Night Sun's 'Got a Bone of my Own', Damnation's 'No Way', etc., all of them from the era in which hard rock was created, pure and original, loud, heavy and really thick. This tape played over and over in the car's stereo during every moment we were driving around. Not so long after, we all had these songs as part of our perpetual inner soundtrack molding our perspective towards rock music. We were very proud of this and we all felt this strange rejoice of letting the world know that. By that time, we all had made our homework on the bands playing in 'Espesez/ Pesadez' and were quite confident about them, even though it was a total mystery who they were or where they were from, or such; most of them came to us as that: a couple of songs in a tape. No more information. But still, we could identify the differences, how many musicians were in each group, the arrangements, odd time signatures, instruments, etc., and we all loved them.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">By the time in which we needed to choose a name for our band, I suggested the name 'Squeet', like the 1st song on side 'Espesez' by a band called May Blitz. We all three liked the idea because it was a great unique type song, with a great bass groove and amazing fuzz guitar and impossible beatings on the drums, also because it was a made-up word that only the band would know its meaning, and also because we all thought that May Blitz was one of the greatest rock trio who unbeatable portrayed what hard rock music was for us. And we, being a trio as well, simply thought of it as a great omen. And I think we did quite well.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">What are the chances to hear about any of those bands again, now that more and more years have passed by? All those bands had at least 15 years old when I first heard of them, and now adding some 22 years more? The chances are very few I'd say, specially because most of them were underground bands that only few people would know about them, and probably they only released a couple of albums, or simply disappeared after their first. And those would be the chances of hearing about them in these days, imagine the chances of watching them in a performance or anything. I guess even fewer.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Last Saturday, after verifying some incredible information received from my friend Alejandro, my Gaby and yours truly headed on to Neptoon Records, where the Independent Record Store Day was celebrated. Bands playing, beers and lots of people everywhere in the store. I had my albums under my arm and a pen in my pocket ready for whatever thing that could happen there. Couple of guys stopped me to inquire about them or simply to mention they love them. The drummer of one of the bands recognized me from my phone call the day before and was hopeful in 'them' coming to the event. The bands kept on playing and Gaby and I kept on looking around, standing in the stairs with the main entrance right in front of us, hoping to see what we were there for.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">The day before, when 'verifying' that info, I found this guy's myspace page with current information and photos, one of them showing how he looks like these days. Well, that is how I could recognize they had entered the room, watching that same face there walking towards me, behind 2 other guys who looked his age. He was actually the first to notice the albums under my arm and began looking at me, and then to the records, and then me, then the records, up and down with a strange smile on his face. They all walk right in front of us and when the 3rd guy was just there, I greeted him and presented the albums and the felt pen. He gladly accepted, asked my name and proceeded to give me his autograph. He thanked me, I thanked him and kept on his way to the back of the shop where his fellows were waiting for him. An older lady behind us asked me how he was 'cause she couldn't recognize him, so I showed her the photo in the inner spread of one of my albums when 'he' came back to me, almost grabbed me taking me with him to meet his mates. The other 2 guys shook hands with me, asked on how I knew and this and that. They signed my albums, chatted with me, took photographs with me, inquired on how and since when I knew them, etc. On my side, I was astonished, really impressed and thrilled. According to Gaby, when I was writing my email to them my hands were shaking. I tried to explain the best i could on the impact they have had in my musical life -which is a BIG part of the whole thing- and answered any questions they had about me. That is when I remembered, when I realized the deepness of their influence and inspiration to me, and I said: 'As a matter of fact, my first band ever was called 'Squeet'' - No way! Really? - they replied, - your band was called after one of our songs?<br /><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Meeting May Blitz was something unreal for me, one of the 'top shelf' experiences without any doubt. During the rest of the weekend, and even on Monday I felt dizzy and my mind kept on going back to those moments. Prior to this, chatting with Carl Palmer was my highest point, but having met and talked and the signatures and such with a band whom I have worshiped ever since the first time I listened to them is simply incredible for me. Its hard to express how this experience has affected me in a good way, that is why I've written the longest of my posts so far. And there's a big chance of meeting them again!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><span style="font-size:78%;"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 375px;" src="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/252/410452.jpg" alt="" border="0" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzq9oOFRmi3bE39Yn8o1Aw8XPJ1yYSsWiNEaFT1N0s6Wtw1rJWW8Gb8ZBjh_C6EVI7iTxNmRbt9yzkF5emtcRmL0ZDQ3BaGaRDQsJVGYRKW3NaYolhRDgfOyaTXUk7AK1niXUw/s1600-h/DSC00530.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzq9oOFRmi3bE39Yn8o1Aw8XPJ1yYSsWiNEaFT1N0s6Wtw1rJWW8Gb8ZBjh_C6EVI7iTxNmRbt9yzkF5emtcRmL0ZDQ3BaGaRDQsJVGYRKW3NaYolhRDgfOyaTXUk7AK1niXUw/s400/DSC00530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327396185260176338" border="0" /></a></span>alberto centurion bassohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15585419068929154004noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706060.post-56166652586728447862008-11-05T13:13:00.000-08:002008-11-05T15:52:07.769-08:00Movies frenzy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://safeliving.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/videodrome.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 421px; height: 303px;" src="http://safeliving.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/videodrome.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >During my day off this last Tuesday due to my 37th springs walking the phase of this land of God, I laid down on the coach all day long slowly mutating into a skinny starch vegetable. If I wouldn't have had "needs" (i.e. bathroom, munchies, etc) I would have been there all day long growing mushroms around me.<br /><br />As I knew beforehand about my potatoe-ing activities that would take place on my day off, I went down to BlackDog video to rent some indulgences. About 6 more movies were added to my ongrowing list that day, unfortunately not all of them really leaving some mark in my catalogue. The only ones that standed out apart from Cinmea Paradiso -which we've seen on various occassions before but love to re-suffer- were '10,000 BC' and 'Videodrome'.<br /><br />'10,000 BC', a recent movie which contained all the special digital effects and ultra high production was, for a change, very nice. A simple story with beautiful photography and some really exciting scenes very well done. I'm not that sure, but I guess the cast there is still into the not-so-well-known actors, giving the movie an extra credit, just as with '300'. Very refreshing to see a story so apart from all the remakes or the tv shows turned movies or the silly-funny-silly movies or all the crap that has been coming out lately as for commercial stuff goes. Oh! and of course, this is just my humble opinion. I'm just a movies fan with a bit of mileage under my hood already and this are just my overall commentaries about what I like and don't like. This one I liked, not to put it on my top shelf maybe, but still quite good and entertaining.<br /><br />Now, 'Videodrome'. I know who Cronemberg is and what kind of movies he can come up with, so for starters I knew this one was going to be watched it with no Gaby around -she looooves this kind of movies. Also, when I gave the dvd box to the girl at the videoshop she guttured something like 'this is some crazy shit'. Ok, so some shocking movie to indulge with. Nice.<br /><br />As many of Cronembergs movies, this one contained high doses of physical gooey alterations and hallucinations and bizarre stuff overall. 'Snuff' was a term probably too new or advanced for the time in which it was filmed -sometime around 1981 I think. The story is good, made sense to me for a fiction-horror plot. James Woods is very good and even Debbie Harry is fine there as well. But most of all the things that standed out from it to me were a couple of scenes, very well achieved I'd say. The 2 of them have a tv set traspassing the boundaries of a 'regular performance' for such character. I really liked when Max (James W.) 'immerse' into the bursting screen sized lips of Nicky. That one is a really cool scene. The other is similar but this time the screen stretches out of the tv like pointing forward, changing from static noise to skin-like texture. Very nice.<br /><br />The movie ends up with a visceral explotion and some kind of suicide-liberation within an uncertain reality. Hmmm, ok, at the very end not that shocking I must say, but still it is crazy shit. From the movies I've seen from him, this could be one of the freakiest, but without a doubt 'Naked Lunch' is THE freakiest of them all. I still have engraved in my brain those scenes in which the insect-typewritter begs for more dope to be introduced into his ...huh... well, that is some crazy shit indeed. By the way, just remembered that SOMEBODY NEVER RETURNED MY COPY!! Hate when that happens! so much music and movies lost that way. Well, not precisely lost 'cause they are still sitting in someone elses shelves, not in mines. Well, hmmm... 'what else? 'Exiztenz' was good from him as well, but I remember hating 'Crash'. Anyway,'Videodrome' is a great movie for cult fans.<br /></span>alberto centurion bassohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15585419068929154004noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706060.post-26216696458685432712008-10-16T21:58:00.000-07:002008-10-16T22:46:54.666-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6PqSgaqMPJ-rwWMwhs-f6lw2XcvNvNX_xl7teucGqd658kvUYxDBOBxf8LMy8x4SV_R5HFSYKo8iWJbRfbGQQbOD8rz2-1zLmhHIHG3LuuVM1D0I-vRJwlWLCRCcvVJPzR4BW/s1600-h/molecula+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6PqSgaqMPJ-rwWMwhs-f6lw2XcvNvNX_xl7teucGqd658kvUYxDBOBxf8LMy8x4SV_R5HFSYKo8iWJbRfbGQQbOD8rz2-1zLmhHIHG3LuuVM1D0I-vRJwlWLCRCcvVJPzR4BW/s400/molecula+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257994991020278354" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Lots of things going on lately. Some of them stand out stronger than others, those being a terrible cold with whom I've been struggling for the last 2 weeks, an insane urge to play my drums and trip away, paperwork and bureaucratic processes regarding M. Laurent and the latest wave (flood?) of memories.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">It's been a fine time lately, very busy at times, quite introspective at others. Been regrouping and setting up in fresh places all the values, priorities, visions and goals. I feel strong and confident, also creative and productive. I've been feeling this constant 'bum bum' sensation in the back of my soul, like a propeller pushing me to no place in particular other than forward, ahead, </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">adelante</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">. And I like it!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I have plenty of homework and the most difficult part is finding some time to do it but I'm doing my best to free up some space so I can sit down and do my very own 'chores'.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">The COW is coming along great. Todd is doing a magnificent job giving to the music a vivid colour and much more depth and richness. The sleeve art is also </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">beginning to mould into a neat being. Very pleased with the whole thing. Finally!</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Stone In is getting better everyday. It's very hard to try and explain the fullness and rejoice it produces. Also, lots of things going on with it. Plenty of material recorded: audio, video, graphics, and its all very very good. In fact, I'm kind of amazed. And overall, its so fun to stone-in...</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Getting back into photography as well, after a long period of lameness and shallow clicking. At the end, decided upon a neat Sony A200 which gives me enough room and tools to do my visual tripping. Oh, glorious depth of field, how I've missed you!</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Well, I guess that's all for now of my randomness. I'd better go back to bed with Chicken before she goes medieval on my ass for not coming to sleep...</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;"><br /></span></div>alberto centurion bassohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15585419068929154004noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706060.post-32107188773328776462008-09-18T22:16:00.000-07:002008-09-18T22:47:53.311-07:0020 years ago<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-5FSrKR0Pmw9nysqb2ZHiAu9UhpR1goISkCp8DcGCGOQv5KLNED7CmQQi4AS4BSX6j3vQGAl9D_Xq3Qq5OecD8YM-FBlcl5X84jvRfB60UIpyZPbgVLQ7odxEdHg5QNeVtOZv/s1600-h/n555101066_775635_7164.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-5FSrKR0Pmw9nysqb2ZHiAu9UhpR1goISkCp8DcGCGOQv5KLNED7CmQQi4AS4BSX6j3vQGAl9D_Xq3Qq5OecD8YM-FBlcl5X84jvRfB60UIpyZPbgVLQ7odxEdHg5QNeVtOZv/s400/n555101066_775635_7164.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247604713187748450" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Yes, I know... again, ages since my last post. The reason? Euh... I guess a lot, being the main one probably just merely amnesia or perhaps I've been distracted by some other shiny things.<br />So, ok, apparently I'm back on blogging. The reason? (hate to admit it) but the whole Facebook phenomena. Today I found that through your facebook page you can show your updates in your blog and blah blah blah. This, thanks to a mate from my early days that requested votes or something like that for his blog. Then I remembered "I have one, maybe I should do the same -as if somebody would really be interested in reading random nonsense written directly out of my silly little head, of course. BUT the thing is that, yes, I decided I should go back to my posts and share my inner-self with the world.<br />Also, I would like to note that, even though I'm not that keen about the facebook thingie, lately it has become much more interesting and hmmm... tasty due to the fact that many people from my elementary and junior high have been arising from the underworld. Man, it really is exciting, amazing and a constant turn on to find out about people that spent so many years by your side, even without you actually wanting to or having any control over that. Classmates are like co-workers: people you don't choose or pick from a list in order to be a part of your life. And I'm not saying this with disrespect, I just want to make the point that nobody really chose to be a part of that group of people or generation, it just happened. And now, after 20 or so years from that last day at school, seeing pictures of 'now' and 'then' really makes me shiver and laugh and think and... such an amazing feeling. Seeing my friends and mates as fathers, husbands mothers and/or wives is just crazy. I even heard about some divorce and everything! Fortunately, haven't heard of anybody already in the long trip, its too early I guess. But yes, it has been a wonderful and fresh last few weeks of re-discovering the roots.<br />And it is thanks to the Facebook! Cheezus!</span></span>alberto centurion bassohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15585419068929154004noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706060.post-31414873962424861332007-11-16T14:27:00.000-08:002007-11-20T13:29:52.460-08:00Laughing Gas<object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1c0eNhwzyrM&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1c0eNhwzyrM&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br />Unfortunately, seems that these series haven't been compiled as a dvd box set yet, so finding this clips in youtube brings such an amazing joy. The Inspector (Clouseau) was part of <a href="http://korovaonline.blogspot.com/2006/04/one-and-only-truly-original.html">the Pink Panther Show</a> broadcasted in the late 60's. Every show had 2 PP episodes and one from The Inspector in between them. As far as I remember, everyone of them was really good, not a weak one or a not that funny, all of them were truly gems of cartoon humor.<br />Above is one of those episodes that through the years have become very hard to forget. In other words, a beauty. I specially enjoy as a madman the scene when they crash their car thanks to a laughing gas cloud above them, and cracking out loud of laughter they recap how many broken bones they have and how deadly painful it is. I'm really glad to have found this one in particular, because the spanish dubbing is amazingly good. I would really like to listen to the original one just to see how well was realized from the beginning (or if it is really true about mexican dubbing). Enjoy...alberto centurion bassohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15585419068929154004noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706060.post-16010798475988846462007-10-31T11:57:00.000-07:002007-10-31T16:39:39.797-07:00Brujeria<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.68revoluciones.com/biblioteca/images/diablo/haxan.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.68revoluciones.com/biblioteca/images/diablo/haxan.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Movies, movies, movies... humm, well, the one that comes to mind directly related to witches, witchcraft, demons, evil and 'real' obscure thingies is <a href="http://www.criterion.com/asp/release.asp?id=134&eid=154§ion=essay">Haxan</a>, a silent movie from the early days of cinema, portraits stories about the old days in witchcraft. Nice documentary that can be accompanied with your preferred choice of music as soundtrack (personally, I listen to Art Zoyd and UZ). <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.criterion.com/content/images/full_boxshot/134_box_348x490.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.criterion.com/content/images/full_boxshot/134_box_348x490.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />As a matter of fact, I assisted to a screening at the Palacio de Bellas Artes in Mexico City, where this film, and Murnau's Nosferatu and Faust were proyected one each evening, while <a href="http://www.discogs.com/release/770043">Art Zoyd</a> (featuring personal hero Daniel Denis from UZ) sonorized and musicallized live the flicks. From any angle seen, it was awesome, one of the coolest things I've witnessed. The theme, the music, the players, the band, the director, the stories, the photography... <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.progarchives.com/progressive_rock_discography_band%5Cart-zoyd-2003.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.progarchives.com/progressive_rock_discography_band%5Cart-zoyd-2003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>alberto centurion bassohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15585419068929154004noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706060.post-52672601793971091462007-10-29T12:45:00.000-07:002008-09-19T11:49:42.794-07:00Folkish romanceJust wanted to throw a couple lines here before I forget about this great movie I just saw for the second time almost by accident. It's not my kind of flick, I know, but same thing happened with Amelie. Yes, this is a musical, and yes, it is about some kind of romance, but what makes it actually good and interesting (at least for me) is that they get together because they both are amateur musicians and almost without wanting it, they connect deeply through the simplicity of their shared music. For me, there are 2 moments on the film that are really worthy: when they jam for the first time at the music shop, and the first take of the first song in the studio. Those 2 moments really reached me, and the funniest part is that the music is not even close to the kind I like -it's folk!<br />Oh, and the spoiler: they don't stay together, which made the movie even better...<br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eUS2ieIO5os&rel=1"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eUS2ieIO5os&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>alberto centurion bassohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15585419068929154004noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706060.post-64472398059409869112007-10-11T09:57:00.000-07:002007-10-17T19:50:00.533-07:00Bits and piecesThe second half of 'Presage' from UZED. Univers Zero at BajaProg 2007. How i wish I could had been there. Daniel Denis without any doubt is one of my biggest heroes. And this version of UZ actually play the song exactly as it is, in case any one wanted to know how the original sounded like. A dark movie for your ears. Superb.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WJo2CPIAsMA"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WJo2CPIAsMA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />And in a completely unrelated topic, an excerpt from Matt Groening's & Co at their finest, and a complete Looney Tunes episode, featuring the coolest character ever to appear on screen.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ImSkESt_NHg"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ImSkESt_NHg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5CKTn6GXE-E"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5CKTn6GXE-E" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object>alberto centurion bassohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15585419068929154004noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706060.post-43601531735963883602007-10-09T12:29:00.000-07:002007-10-10T17:00:57.176-07:00Boris @ Chopsuey<object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hemKeQDO88k"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hemKeQDO88k" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />Alright alright alright, finally the date has almost arrived. Thursday evening it is, when we, cow, are heading to enjoy one of the finest rarities Asia has to offer right now to a bunch of loud doom freaks like us. Also Alex is coming to witness the coolest thing around.<br />The poster mentions 'Boris / Damon & Naomi US Tour 2007'. I'm not that certain on who are these guys, but <a href="http://www.damonandnaomi.com/frameset/frame.html?http%3A//www.damonandnaomi.com/albums/kurihara.html">here</a> you can find some info. Michio Kurihara is going to play in both sets. The <a href="http://homepage1.nifty.com/boris/images/bwmk_poster.jpg">poster</a> is also great, and it must be by Fangs Anal Satan as everything graphic for them.<br />Yes, quite excited to watch them perform live.alberto centurion bassohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15585419068929154004noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706060.post-58516696036274549192007-09-13T22:07:00.000-07:002007-09-13T23:17:30.895-07:00Moloko Vellocet Indeed<a href="http://www.lemonland.net/images/Lemon3_Cover.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.lemonland.net/images/Lemon3_Cover.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Just discovered a few days ago about LEMON Magazine. "LEMON is “Pop Culture With A Twist”: a new breed of magazine that stakes its claim at the intersection of 60s-70s Pop and 21st century hyper-culture. Designed and produced with obsessive attention to every last detail, each issue of LEMON is pure Pop Art." <br />I was very curious about it, 'cause in this 3rd and most recent issue, superb monster-director Stanley Kubrick is the main topic. Hmmm... two day were how many I could resist the urge to drop by 'my' magazine store -if there was a mag stand who could have it is this one. If they didn't, then i would have to wait for these guys to put out the suscription options (I already had e-mailed them to inquire, hehe). Welly welly well my little droogs, there it was, right in front of me as soon as I walked in. And this was one of those purchases that you don't even want to flip through the pages to get a sneak peek nor a quick glimpse; this one I had to experience it in full wide screen and technicolor. Task that I completed yesterday night.<br />I must say that I'm so pleased, delighted, and proud of owning this magazine. Apart from the fact that it is an outstandingly great product, written, designed and printed, it has a really amazing research behind it and a powerfull overall force trying to 'push the publication envelope' to the hip-est. Is one of those new things you just can't stop saying 'wow'. And seems that it is done mostly by 2 guys!!<br />And when I say I feel proud of owning it, I'm refering mostly to the topic of this issue, Kubrick, and the natural emphasis they give to my favourite movie of all time: Clockwork Orange. This zine renewed my vows to such an awesome film, which I have idolized since the first time I saw it, and once again, made me stand up and yell: Yes! THIS IS THE MOVIE!<br /><br />Oh yeah, right, this blog's title and url... hmm...<br /><br />Some unknown facts on 2001, The Shinning, Full Metal Jacket, Lolita, etc, even A.I., a 45 rpm Flexi-disc (as the ones found in the Guitar Player back in the 80s), Space Odyssey Comics, Malcom McDowell interview, Wendy Carlos, formerly known as Walter (didn't know that!), comic-styled interviews with Billy Corgan and Goldfrapp, recipee for making a lemon moloko plus beverage, ludwig van, Stefan Butcher from dailymonster.com, and some other stuff... All these for $9.95!!<br />Quite happy and very inspired...<br /><br />I want to marry a lighthouse keeper<br />And keep him company.<br />I want to marry a lighthouse keeper<br />And live by the side of the sea.<br />I'll polish his lamp by the light of day<br />So ships at night can find their way.<br />I want to marry a lighthouse keeper<br />Won't that be okay!<br />We'll take walks along the moonlight bay<br />Maybe find a treasure too.<br />I'd love living in a light house,<br />HOW 'BOUT YOU?<br />The dream of living in a lighthouse baby, every single day.<br />The dream of living in a lighthouse,<br />the white one by the bay.<br />So if you want to make my dreams come true,<br />You'll be a lighthouse keeper too.<br />We could live in a lighthouse<br />The white one by the bay,hey hey.<br />Won't that be okay.<br />Yada tada ta ta ta.alberto centurion bassohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15585419068929154004noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706060.post-14088342264392879202007-08-30T14:40:00.000-07:002007-08-30T15:35:13.674-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQM9zfXOTGb1mPr6zibUOG1_w8uRnDAUpRQhEjuvQyFLkctlEB7XaAZC3EjvLJXvffF_5T75N6H-LIEKkTemMc8DK6VP6Rt9s1TscAAxJ1M4WoUNYSwNNiBMPIpAPTnpsQ1V27/s1600-h/ROLAND+VS+8.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQM9zfXOTGb1mPr6zibUOG1_w8uRnDAUpRQhEjuvQyFLkctlEB7XaAZC3EjvLJXvffF_5T75N6H-LIEKkTemMc8DK6VP6Rt9s1TscAAxJ1M4WoUNYSwNNiBMPIpAPTnpsQ1V27/s400/ROLAND+VS+8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104625533125381762" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >So, again, it's been ages since last time... Between being busy with money-work, summer guests, and trying to keep things together I've forgotten all about the moloko vellocet thing -not to mention the sneak peek site!<br />Well, hmmm, where should I begin... COW: After a 3 month period of stand-by due to Greg's trip to the land of the rising sun, we're finally back together playing and trying to come with a couple of things worth for recording in a quite soon moment. Unfortunately for COW (but fortunately for him, Jenn and their soon-to-come newly-born Eva), Kris is moving back to the East Coast next January, so that implies for the band to move faster and with much more precision if we want to record something -which is my main objective. In order to do so, I have just gotten, as part of my toy collection, a shiny Roland VS880EX Digital Recorder from Kevin, who had it at the bottom of his office below a thick layer of dust. With it, I intend to do a decent 8-track live recording which is going to be poured into my iBook and mixed with Logic. AND if everything works as planned, maybe we can do something with that audio, I don't see why not. Of course it won't be a hi-res professional surround multi-layered recording and so and so, but if I can make it sound as any krautrock album from the 70's I'll be very pleased. And the best thing of it, is that at least I will stop loosing so many great music and performances.<br />Well, enough for the moment. Stay tuned, whomever the ferocious reader of my nonsense is, more to come...</span>alberto centurion bassohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15585419068929154004noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706060.post-43050823175920219882007-03-21T09:41:00.000-07:002007-03-21T10:12:38.261-07:00Eat them up, yum!<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LzpN9ce_qF0"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LzpN9ce_qF0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I remember watching this clip on TV when I was in my teen years. I remember also, I didn't understand it and that I couldn't find any coherent explanation to it other than it was some kind of 'art'. A very strange one. Later, while studying, reading and writing about the different art movements throughout time, I understood one of the most important premises of it: it is not mandatory for it to have an explanation in order to be art. Furthermore, it does not need to have a reason or a rationale, nor any kind of background theory to be a masterpiece.</span></span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" > Recently, thanks to internet and sites like YouTube, I was able to find the clip again and some other info on it's creators, </span><span style="font-size:78%;"><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.voobaha.com/">Barnes & Barnes</a></span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" > which seem to be some kind of dark left-side artist of the 80's, with strong influence from The Residents. A mix of disturbing, weird and silly.<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:78%;" ><b style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">Barnes & Barnes</b></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" >, fictional twin brothers Art & Artie Barnes, are a "novelty rock" duo based in </span><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:78%;" ><a style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lumania" title="Lumania">Lumania</a></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" >, a fictional </span><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:78%;" ><a style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mythological" title="Mythological">mythological</a></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" > </span><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:78%;" ><a style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Civilization" title="Civilization">civilization</a></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" > (similar to </span><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:78%;" ><a style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lemuria" title="Lemuria">Lemuria</a></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" > or </span><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:78%;" ><a style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Atlantis" title="Atlantis">Atlantis</a></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" >). Most of their music is standard </span><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:78%;" ><a style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rock_music" title="Rock music">Rock</a></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" > or </span><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:78%;" ><a style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pop_music" title="Pop music">Pop</a></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" > with heavy </span><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:78%;" ><a style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Comedy" title="Comedy">comedic</a></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" > elements, hence their inclusion in the "novelty rock" genre. Their real-life alter egos, </span><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:78%;" ><a style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Haimer" title="Robert Haimer">Robert Haimer</a></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" > and </span><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:78%;" ><a style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bill_Mumy" title="Bill Mumy">Bill Mumy</a></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" >, are based in </span><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:78%;" ><a style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Los_Angeles%2C_California" title="Los Angeles, California">Los Angeles</a></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" >, </span><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:78%;" ><a style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/California" title="California">California</a></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" >, </span><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:78%;" ><a style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States" title="United States">USA</a></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" >. Mumy is also well known for playing Will Robinson in the TV series </span><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:78%;" ><i style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lost_in_Space" title="Lost in Space">Lost in Space</a></i></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" > and </span><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:78%;" ><a style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lennier" title="Lennier">Lennier</a></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" > in "</span><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:78%;" ><a style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Babylon_5" title="Babylon 5">Babylon 5</a></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" >."</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" >Fish heads, fish heads</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" ><br />Roly-poly fish heads</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" ><br />Fish heads, fish heads</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" ><br />Eat them up, yum!</span>alberto centurion bassohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15585419068929154004noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706060.post-85289712044428024142007-03-14T12:00:00.000-07:002007-03-21T09:41:22.601-07:00Really creepy Lynch<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o48xhnA8Z-o"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o48xhnA8Z-o" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I'm not a huge fan of scary movies, although I love dark suspense and obscure wicked ones, but I actually enjoy the good creepy ones that can really drive your nerves to the edge. But, how do I know if a flick is scary enough to be put on that shelf, or if it's just childish crap? I simply put myself in the shoes of the character going through the traumatic experience in the film, and if I feel I would break into millions of tiny little shaking pieces, then it's a film worth of my collection (not that my so-called 'collection' is something else, but I try the best I can).</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">This 'barometer' has showed me, pretty accurately I must say, that films like 'Blair's Witch Project', 'The Shining', 'Henry' and of course 'The Exorcist' fall into that category really well. Another one of my favorites is 'Lost Highway', although I wouldn't call it a 'scary' movie, it's more like a 'creepy' one. Lynch's at his best. Here is a superb scene from it, with Robert Blake as a really disturbing modern-day evil creature. Enjoy.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" >What is this that stands before me?</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" ><br />Figure in black which points at me</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" ><br />Turn around quick, and start to run</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" ><br />Find out I'm the chosen one</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" >Oh no</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" >Big black shape with eyes of fire</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" >Telling people their desire</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" >Satan's sitting there, he's smiling</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" >Watches those flames get higher and higher</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" >Oh no, no, please God help me</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" >Is it the end, my friend?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" >Satan's coming 'round the bend</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" >people running 'cause they're scared</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" >The people better go and beware</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" >No, no, please, no</span><br /><br /><br /><br /></span>alberto centurion bassohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15585419068929154004noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706060.post-19598629725629197162007-02-27T21:52:00.000-08:002007-02-27T22:09:45.567-08:00Planes, Trains and Automobiles<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gCDpl4wm7aQ"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gCDpl4wm7aQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Today in the afternoon, while waiting for Chicken outside her office, I saw a chunky big guy with a 'nice guy' looking face and had a small mustache that immediately made me recall a guy from a movie I saw a long time ago, but couldn't figure out who the actor was. Later, by some strange mystery, as soon as I opened my emails at home, the first one was the newsletter from my video rental store (really good one by the way) promoting a 'John Candy package' kind of thing. Then I knew. I'm not really into him, in fact I find him a little bit into the 'easy laugh' side, but I remember enjoying one of his movies –in fact the first one I saw with him and Steve Martin. Looked up for it in youtube, and voilá! Here it is! Now I don't have to rent it and rip it...</span><br /></span>alberto centurion bassohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15585419068929154004noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706060.post-8075618085654949972007-02-22T15:07:00.000-08:002007-02-22T15:20:04.943-08:00Igneous Ejaculation and other hardcore miniatures<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;"><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dMGr1l9vRfA"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dMGr1l9vRfA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;">Some Naked City. This is John Zorn's infamous turn-on-a-dime band. Although they can play any style of music, the majority of their songs are noisy and complex. At any moment, a beautiful melody can degenerate into a hurricane of white noise — and then suddenly switch to something else. They've taken everything aggressive about jazz and heavy metal, blended it together, and tightened it. They are disciplined players, but the music is a lot of fun.</span></span> <p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">They look like a rock band<b>:</b> drums, electric guitar, bass, keyboards, and saxophone. On four of the albums, Yamatsuka Eye adds his unique vocals. He howls and snorts like a maniac instead of singing. It's very entertaining. (He is sometimes credited as "Yamataka Eye.")<br /></span></p><p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">The band formed in 1989, playing live before they recorded their first album. They recorded their final album in December of 1992.</span></p><p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"> The series includes an album of ambient music (Absinthe), the soundtrack for an SM film (Heretic), an album that consists of a single 30-minute track (Leng Tch'e), a live album (Knitting Factory 1989) and four albums of hardcore/jazz/rock fusion (Radio, Naked City, Torture Garden and Grand Guignol).</span></p><p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"> Every member of the band has released a number of solo albums and played on other Zorn projects.<br /></span></p><p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">Needless to say, this is one of my favorite bands to listen to. Enjoy.<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></span></p>alberto centurion bassohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15585419068929154004noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706060.post-66675056374328462242007-02-16T10:01:00.000-08:002007-03-21T10:33:12.034-07:00COW<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA7YmDc97eFVeS04ifrEd0j0RZwYV4nHxo1sP-fW9SfuEoLhrL5iBDeH3xzu8VYB8eahvrT5yEmdjrHM8BMJzy7AT6K0I7ECh4oivNItZX__aOTN8t9LTpVFb6aVsu055OAEkl/s1600-h/Cow+and+calf20.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA7YmDc97eFVeS04ifrEd0j0RZwYV4nHxo1sP-fW9SfuEoLhrL5iBDeH3xzu8VYB8eahvrT5yEmdjrHM8BMJzy7AT6K0I7ECh4oivNItZX__aOTN8t9LTpVFb6aVsu055OAEkl/s400/Cow+and+calf20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044432145218319698" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Again, ages since my last post. Probably I couldn't find any interesting thing to comment on. Probably I haven't yet. Ha! Well, the only thing I can write about that comes easily to my mind is COW. 31 years old bass player - vocals from Ontario who's very fond and oriented to new sounds and new alternative heavy bands like Shellac, Slint, GYBE, Mogwai, Melvins, etc., multi-talented and with lots of sense and feel when it comes to playing. Loves to jump out of the traditional and instead embraces the noisy experimentation ala Sonic Youth as well as non-expected lines and patterns to counterpoint and/or complement the guitar line at the moment. He also loves heavy doom stuff. Then, 21 years old guitar player - vocals, originally from Russia, moved to Toronto and recently settled in Vancouver also. Intense and passionate, King Crimson and Zappa are in his top list along with many others. Hungry for new music to learn from, also very talented, has a constant eruption of fresh ideas and new lines to add to the bands newly-born catalogue. Quite impressive guitar soloing skills and lots of theory and technical know-how are also in his personal repertoire. He loves hard rock music. And then comes the 35 years old mexican drummer recently relocated also to Vancouver. Wouldn't be proper to talk about skills and capabilities but what I can say is about the ideas and concepts in which he bases all his playing and overall music orientation: he's a true believer of the kind of manly rock that can grab you and won't let you go, the soulful rock that leaves a pleasant aftertaste and willingness for 'one more'. Late 60's early 70's rock aficionado, he can also be energized by stoner as well as progressive, canterbury, krautrock, trash and even lots of classic rock. His favorite drummers come from a wide range of genres: Bobby Caldwell, Daniel Denis, Keith Moon, Christian Vander, etc. He loves to play drums, rock drums.</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">They all have been playing together for the last 5-6 months, and been trying to find the perfect balance between their individual and group sound. As once mentioned before, there has not yet been a bad jam, or even a soft one. Every time something good comes out of the rehearsals. Specially a satisfaction feeling in the three members, which leads to look forward for next session in order to keep on working with the ideas. Hopefully a gig can be arranged soon, and in order to do that more compositions and tightening practices should be the homework. One thing I can say with all certainty, we all three are very excited about COW. And for once, I do believe in my band.<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" >How many time can they</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" ><br />Fill me with lies and I listen again</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" > Twisting the truth and they're</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" ><br />Playing around with my head OK</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" > The things they will do and<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" >The things they will say</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" ><br />When they don't really understand</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" > Tears fill my eyes when<br />I</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" > Hear all the cries</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" ><br />For the reason today</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" ><br />And they don't really know</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" ><br />Even what they're talking about</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" > And I can't imagine</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" ><br />What empty heads can achieve</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" ><br /><br />Leave me alone</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" ><br />Don't want you promises no more</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" ><br />'Cause rock 'n roll</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" > Is my religion and my law</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" ><br />Won't ever change</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" ><br />May think it's strange</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" > I'm born to rock 'n roll</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" > I'm here to stay.....yeah!!!</span></span>alberto centurion bassohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15585419068929154004noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706060.post-1163555173314331762006-11-14T17:46:00.000-08:002007-02-19T09:38:55.061-08:00Thirty five Novembers<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-e7gYvNV-4HysqV0VmMQlW9Z7PgX_vTi0wdhkrj6k0NLpehLB5qoDP7ts8Jyl8e6O4Pwk0n4aELaObD-P-8uVlLEmwSEoIOHIliRVx2LP-kakQVneuOFo2HBqPjbkKu2P3HSE/s1600-h/000_0311.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-e7gYvNV-4HysqV0VmMQlW9Z7PgX_vTi0wdhkrj6k0NLpehLB5qoDP7ts8Jyl8e6O4Pwk0n4aELaObD-P-8uVlLEmwSEoIOHIliRVx2LP-kakQVneuOFo2HBqPjbkKu2P3HSE/s400/000_0311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033300957996186866" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Last Saturday was my birthday. The 35th to be more precise. Each time it feels even weirder, I mean, it seems that now I'm a man on the edge of adulthood. And the funniest thing is that, obviously, I don't feel my age. At least my spirit has always been young, but my body has been the one suffering the changes. Fortunately not so many. I've been told that I look younger than 30, and I keep telling my silly joke "At least when I turn 40 I'll look like 30". D'oh! But to be really honest, the issue that gives me the major concern is the fact that, if I count with the fortune of living until 70-80ish, I'm getting somewhere around the middle area. And whenever I remember that macabresque idea, my mind suddenly goes blank and my eyes loose their focal point just to get lost in the immensity of nothingness. A large sigh follows, and a smile. The main thing here is that I'm beginning to feel this utterly need to create and achieve personal goals. Of course I've been doing it, specially these last 2 years, but there are still some things missing. One is, of course, my record. Fortunately, MyxoZoa is going pretty smooth and we are actually working and progressing. I feel that, finally, a recording is about to be born, and that makes me really glad. Other creative achievements to pursue are the graphic related ones which I've been delaying, not sure the reason why, but haven't done my trademark weirdenesses in a long time. Better begin with them before it's too late.</span></span>alberto centurion bassohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15585419068929154004noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706060.post-1163208992619623302006-11-10T17:24:00.000-08:002006-11-15T16:26:28.303-08:00Three little bops<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HTSOjbp0Hs0"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HTSOjbp0Hs0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br />Take a look to what I've just found. Another real jewel of animation. It was really difficut to find, and probably wasn't posted until recently, but certainly is one of the best cartoons I saw as a kid. Even now I still find it great and really upbeat. The 2 highlights, according to me, are when the wolf first appears dancing and singing 'Hoo pa-boo! Hoo pa-boo!', that's unbeatable and an overall classic. And the other one is also with the big bad one dressed with a fur coat and playing an ukulele. Please, forget about everything for 5 minutes (7 to be more accurate) pump the volume up and enjoy!alberto centurion bassohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15585419068929154004noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706060.post-1159293916777364192006-09-26T10:45:00.000-07:002006-09-27T22:10:19.103-07:00More on the Melvins evening<object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ajOeLAn-Gs0"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ajOeLAn-Gs0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"></object><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" >Just found this small article commenting on the concert I witnessed at the Commodore. It talks about the 2-band-live set, the drumkits and their upcoming cd. Seems that what I saw was the first leg of the tour.<br /><br />Seattle alt-metal veterans The Melvins (tickets | music) have plotted the first leg of a fall tour behind their second release of 2006, "The Senile Album," due in stores Oct. 10.<br />The album will mark The Melvins' first recorded effort with their recently revamped lineup, which pairs longtime Melvins stalwarts Buzz Osborne (guitar, vocals) and Dale Crover (drums) with Jared Warren (bass, vocals) and Coady Willis (drums) of fellow Seattle indie rockers Big Business, effectively combining the two bands into a single entity.<br /><br />"Now we're going to be four piece," Crover said in a recent interview with Bilboard.com. "Two drums--just like the Allman Brothers and the Grateful Dead! We've known [the Big Business] guys for a long time. It's not like they're going to quit Big Business or anything like that. When we tour, we're hoping that they'll open."<br /><br />The Melvins have since confirmed that Big Business will, in fact, open on the band's upcoming tour, which kicks off Sept. 6 in Sacramento, CA. The group will tackle 18 cities on the tour's first leg, which is so far confined entirely to September.<br /><br />"The Senile Album" was recorded earlier this year in Los Angeles. In May, The Melvins released "Houdini Live 2005: A Live History of Gluttony and Lust," a track-by-track live rendition from 2005 of the band's acclaimed 1993 album, "Houdini."</span><br /><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tlUpfyUB9Eo"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tlUpfyUB9Eo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"></object>alberto centurion bassohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15585419068929154004noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706060.post-1158896903006026292006-09-21T20:24:00.000-07:002006-09-23T15:20:18.543-07:00Tuesday night at the Commodore<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7033/1135/1600/Melvins-ship-pirate-guy-burwell.1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7033/1135/320/Melvins-ship-pirate-guy-burwell.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Yes, ages since my last post. As a matter of fact, the last one celebrated my new job, 2 months ago. Everything's going great there, but today there's another story to tell. A story of true excitement and joy. Ok, so there we were, and I say we referring to my music soulmate here in Vancouver, Alex and myself. Tuesday evening in Granville St, slipping down our throats couple pitchers of pale ale in the corner pub in order to get us in the proper mood for some good old freaking rock. When the right time came, two $32 dollar tickets let us in through the main door, leading us to what was going to be a memorable event for me. The first thing we noticed were the posters this fellow with a masking-tape with some handwritting sticked in the front of his shirt "Give me your fucking money bitch". Anyway, there were 5 or 6 different poster designs, several cd's and some T-shirts. They were really cool. So cool, that we both ended buying a $25 affiche. And there was this noise, this humming all over the place. A mix between electric-digital noise and speaker feedback. And it was loud enough to obligue everybody there to almost yell to each other in order to get heard. More beers. Then the noise stopped and we all knew the show was about to begin, so all the people started moving toward the stage. We found our spot at 8-10 mts from it and were ready for the heaviness. Did I mention that there were 2 drumkits one beside the other at the stage? Promising -I said to myself. From the darkess appeared the bass player to the right and a drummer in the left kit. He was left-handed. 1-2-3 and he started the beat in a quite agressive yet solid and very progressive groove. The bass jumped into it with it's fuzz distorted loud sound, pushing us all one step back from where we were standing. There they were, only 2 guys making some nastly crunchy funky really heavy and very complex rock with bass and drums only. For at least 15-20 minutes there was no need for anybody else, they sounded as solid and tight and complete as any more-than-two-musicians band. Even much more, 'cause they were fantastic. By the final stage of their performance a guy appeared playing a sunburnst Les Paul, making some chilling bendings filling in the blanks the other guys were leaving for him to play. Awesome 10-15 minutes. Then came the first and only pause of the concert where the guitar player became the 'other' drummer, taking his place in the kit at the right, while Buzz Osborne walked in from the left with his black Les Paul. I don't need to say that everybody there were going crazy, including us, yelling clapping, whistling, jumping, because we all knew what was going to happen. The previous trio was just the opening act, a very impressive and efective opening act that could easily ashame many of these days main ones. Now it was time for the fucking Melvins. With his peculiar shiny hairdo and delivering the evil eye as in cue to begin, they started playing. Guitar, vocals, bass and 2 drums, what a steamroller. The drummers played in such a total sync that it was practically impossible not to get infected with their hard grooves. There were couple of long trances where only they played the rythm, no fills, no chops, just the groove, simply astonishing. The Melvins designed their concert to be as direct and clear as a true rock concert should ever be, and the funny thing is that in one of my previous life's in music, I suggested we should perform live using that same strategy of no-rest and no-stop artistic showcase. For an hour and a half, the fucking Melvins delivered one of the best live experiences I have ever witnessed, showing a really mature, tight, impressive, progressive yet natural and escencial way of playing rock. Only a couple of 'classics' were part of their never-ending set, encouraging the dancers to make what they should do in a ballroom like the one we were all at: slam. Alex jumped joyfully from the third row where we were at that moment, trying to drag me into it also, but I apart from the fact that I skinny and tiny compared with the 'dancers' I was too drunk to get into this gigantic human blender. Even though I haven't heard 90% of the playlist before, I only needed to let myself slip in and go naturally with the flow of the tunes I was listening for the first time. And it worked like a clockwork, because I was dancing, grooving and screaming in cue as if I've been listening to their repertoire since my early years. Anyhow, the Melvins performed a true classy act, a true heavy show. From a purist point of view, I'd say that is the best live experience I've had, and I know it may sound too pretentious, but they certainly showed me exactly what I want to do with my own band: a true rock experience.<br /><br /></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Sing a mean tune, kid</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Sock 'em in the gut, yeah, yeah, yeah</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Don't you ever let your mama catch you cryin'</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Play the bad song, kid</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Everyone's the blues yeah, yeah, yeah</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"> And the people never know you're only lying</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"> What a scary song, kid</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Never heard before yeah, yeah, yeah</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Soon the groupies will start rolling by your door</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Burn the groove to death, kid</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Nail 'em to the cross yeah, yeah, yeah</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Till you're not a super pop star any more</span></span>alberto centurion bassohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15585419068929154004noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706060.post-1153432551670721322006-07-20T13:47:00.000-07:002006-07-20T14:55:52.943-07:00The way I feel, it's easy to see<span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" ><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YSAfMIKEXog"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YSAfMIKEXog" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />Welly welly well my dear droogies... Finally, it is time for some frivolity and to enjoy a little victory dance. I'm back in business! Just received my new job offer this morning from Rivera Design Group and I'm starting tomorrow. It really is a relief to be back on track.<br />Many things have happened lately: I'm not playing with the Ontario bass player anymore, instead a couple of rock youngsters are in charge of the string instruments and we're sounding great. Heavy and manly, lots of guts but not punkysh nor metalic. Just plain heavy, distorted and alittle funky if I may add. Seems that the so-called stoner rock is what my music compadres like, as well as other precious things like MrBungle and John Zorn. So, I'm as happy as can be. Hopefully in a near future I can slip in some old stuff.<br />Concerts. Last week attended a Slayer concert at the GM Place, and some other metal bands we're also playing. Mastodon and Lamb of God were good. It's been ages since the last time I trashed, and I felt good. A little rust and dust doesn't hurt anybody. I took out my Carcass, Coroner, Cathedral, SOD, CannibalCorpse cd's. Yeeaahh!! Rough! I remembered the days when I played the "polkas" with SEMEFO.<br />The Who is coming in a couple of months. I can't let go that pass me by. Also Medesky Martin & Wood at the Commodore Ballroom in Sept. I'll be there. Also Thee Silver Mr. Zion and the Tra la la Band. And next week in Seattle, at El Corazon: Blue Cheer. Unbelivable<br />Ren & Stimpy - What can I say? Last Tuesday was a great great day. Not only because my job interview, but also was the day Lost Episodes came out. I'm a fan since 1990 when they came out. In those days, nobody else were watching them or knew who they were (as usual) and my brother and I were silently enjoying the unbelivable things that appeared on screen in the show. As soon as we realized they weren't going to last long on TV, we started recording them. And as predicted, they soon disappeared until years later. now, I've been tracking this episodes since 2003. Finally they're out and let me tell that they are unbelivable. I'm pretty sure many many people will consider them as too much. I think of them as one of my most treasured material possesions along with my Black Sabbath in Paris 1970 video and my Captain Beyond 3-D cover album I found at Lou(s) Records (thanks Major Tom!). R&S LostEpisodes are as heavy as Naked City, Il Balletto di Bronzo, Pasolini or Gaspar Noé. Disgusting, filthy, nasty, sick, violent, perverted and hilarious. Long live Ren and Stimpy.<br />Ok, so I'm out for now. I also have to update the outside looking in!<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 9pt;"></span></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-size: 9pt;"> Let me hear, let me hear the way you feel<br />I been gone so long, I been riding on a spinning wheel<br />Flashin' and scratchin', just a-feeling my pulse<br />Yellin' and screaming and pound on the wall.<br />Coast to coast I been travelin' and I got to get more<br />I been up all night just trying to make a score<br />Hustle it, so fuss it, just make it some chick<br />Pickin' on dolls and makin' that trick.<br />She's the piece of heart and I'm screamin' and kickin' it down<br />Faster and harder, keep on drivin' it down the line<br />Lookin' for head and feelin' so free<br />Rubbin' my own in this ecstasy.<br />Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me if you see<br />It's the only way, the only way that I want it to be<br />I can't explain, it's just not fate<br />I got to keep on, this time I just ain't late.<br />I hope you understand, I'm in love, I'm in love with you<br />Give ya anything, anything that I'm able to<br />The way I feel, it's easy to see<br />Let me hear the way it oughta be.</span></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span>alberto centurion bassohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15585419068929154004noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706060.post-1150350825563287582006-06-14T22:26:00.000-07:002006-06-14T23:21:33.480-07:00Who knows who's right<span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" >Everything has been going fine lately. Although nothing really exciting has occured, life here is good. The only thing is that I'm a little bored. As I'm still going through the trance of finding a good job -internet, newspapers, phone calling, etc, I'm living 24/7 in the apartment. And job hunting is a task for half a day max, so the rest of my days are free for me to do whatever I please. Well, I've been going through my LP collection, some reading and DVD watching, along with several hours in front of my iBook and inet. I began some personal projects (iMovies, GarageBand songs, websites and some flash) along with a cover for my friend's CD. In order to get these going smoothly I bought a DVD burner and 1 Gb memory dimm for my laptop (if Chicken finds out about this I'm doomed!). Also I will take a course in 'Experience Design for Web' at the Emily Carr Institute next July. And my main duty right now is helping Chicken with her new job. It's quite a package and she needs lot of help from me, so you could say that we both work at Ikon. Lots of online training, products, technology, even financial stuff -in which I'm not the one to be leaned on, but on the other side is great opportunity. That's why Chicken hasn't been pushing around with my job searching lately.<br />Also, I will begin jamming and playing with a mate a met at Craigslist.com. He's an Ontario based bass player that answered my "Black Sabbath, Grand Funk, Blue Cheer, Captain Beyond anyone" posting. As he was about to move to Vancouver he felt somehow attracted to the Geezer/Sascher call in my ad, and we started a series of mails to get to know each other. We even interchange cd's through mail and everything. This next friday will be our first jam in a rehearsal studio 4 blocks from my apartment. The first draft of the Vodka Zonic project. I'm very happy about it, although sometimes I feel a little guilty about my momentarly unemployment state. But as I just said, it is momentarly.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" > We are here</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" > We are where</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" > We are together and live as one</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" > Doing right</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" >Doing wrong</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" >Who knows who's right</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" > The Answer Lies Beyond...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" > You and I you know</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" > Look at me</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" >Look and see</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" > You're a leaf in a forest</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" >Praying autumn doesn't come</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" > Look at me</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" >Look and see</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" >I see the world's spins round</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" >Don't let it go </span><br /></span>alberto centurion bassohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15585419068929154004noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706060.post-1148515380947404962006-05-24T16:37:00.000-07:002006-05-25T10:10:10.926-07:0016 B-days in a row<span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" >Yesterday was Chicken's birthday. 34 springs on her record, although she hates that fact. She had to work as usual and told nobody there about it. In any case, it wouldn't have made any difference 'coz in these lands people are really soooo different from latins (and, funny, but I feel proud of being a member of this hot minority here). In my last birthday, I remember telling my co-workers about it and the only response to that was 'Ah! Oh! Well, great! Mhhh... so, what are you gonna do tonight?', and things like that. I guess only a couple of 'Happy Birthday's, but not a hug, not a single hand shake, nothing, nada! In Mexico everybody hugs you and congratulate you, and even at your job you may receive some lolly pop or something, ja! Ok, so Chicken decided to skip that embarrassing hope and just avoided mentioning it. So, we went to dinner to the 'Hell's Kitchen', a nice place in Kitsilano and had a pizza and couple (terrible) mojitos. These guys really need some lessons on this cuban sweet stupidifier; I've been trying different places and nobody does them the way they should be. Better if I start making my owns. Anyhow, we were chatting last night about birthdays and stories and so, relaxing and in peace. We counted the years we've been celebrating her b-day together and found out that an impressive number 16 was the final countdown up to date. That is, almos half of our life as a couple. Speechless. And I remember that before meeting her my personal record on long-lasting relationships was 4 months, ja! We just kept on looking at each one right in the eyes, with an empty expression of mixed amazingness, nerviousness and happy resignation until we laughed out loud about it. What else could we do? ja!<br />Also we spent sunday evening with Chicken's friend, Grace from Honduras, and her 24 year old victorian-born husband. We had dinner at 'Baltazhar', a funky place in downtown, listening to a very gray DJ and his chineese percussionist who pretended to play latin rythyms (kinda surrealistisc). I don't know why, and I don't have anything against them -other than korean bad breath after a night of garlic and alochol, but oriental guys are the copycats of the society. For me there's nothing funnier than a chinese lady with an afro or with blonde hair, or a japanese cholo, or as in this case, a thaiwanese TitoPuente... They want to be like everybody else, except as their parents. And that reminds me another thing, who are the ones that can push farther the limits of bad and/or ridiculous dressing: oriental or black? But that's a topic for another post...</span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></span> <pre style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><a name="oaiwb">Daylight brings out the good in me<br />Night-time casts its spell<br />Am I still the stranger<br />Who runs hopin' to find something<br />That blinds me<br />Confines me each day<br /><br />I'm as old as I was born<br />Livin' is my only thorn<br />It binds me confines me<br /><br />Somewhere back in memories<br />Lifelines linger on<br />I can feel my spirit<br />It cries throw the lives behind<br />That guide me<br />To realise each day<br /><br />I'm as old as I was born<br />Living is my only thorn<br />It binds me confines me<br /><br />I can feel my spirit<br />Crying through the years<br />Behind that guide me<br />Deep inside me each day<br />I'm as old as I was born<br />Living is my only thorn<br />It binds me confines me<br /><br />I'm as old as I was born</a></span></pre> <span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" ><br /></span><br /> <span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" ><br /></span>alberto centurion bassohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15585419068929154004noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706060.post-1147573380689311642006-05-13T19:02:00.000-07:002006-05-25T10:01:09.936-07:00Here comes the sun<span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" ><embed src="http://widget-cf.slide.com/widgets/slidetickerex.swf" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" flashvars="site=widget-cf.slide.com&channel=4475087" wmode="transparent" width="700" height="250" name="flashticker" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed><br /><br />Sunshine's in, at last. I never thought I'd miss it so bad until I've seen it again lighting this beautiful place. One can easily get used to see the city under the darkness of rainy clouds and feel quite comfortable living in a perpetual shadowness. But waking up again with the rays of light caressing your unshaved face and forcing your sore eyes to open is something really great. That's when I can understand these so-called vancouverites when they remind you every time they can to 'enjoy the sun'. Being from a land where sun can be something overwhealming and sometimes even upsetting, the sun hasn't played any major role in my life, until now. Everywhere you go, everywhere you turn around all of a sudden becomes a beautiful place, a great landscape, an incredible city. Watching this place with daylight is something really different and makes you proud and happy to be here, in one of the best cities to live in.<br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" >Here comes the sun, here comes the sun And I say it's all right<br /></span><p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Little darlin' it's been a long cold lonely winter Little darlin' it feels like years since it's been here<br />Here comes the sun, here comes the sun And I say it's all right<br />Little darlin' the smiles returning to their faces Little darlin' it seems like years since it's been here<br />Here comes the sun, here comes the sun And I say it's all right<br />Sun, sun, sun, here it comes<br />Little darlin' I feel the ice is slowly meltin' Little darlin' it seems like years since it's been clear<br />Here come the sun, here comes the sun It's all right, it's all right</span></p>alberto centurion bassohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15585419068929154004noreply@blogger.com