martes, 26 de abril de 2011

lunes, 25 de abril de 2011

"yes yes", by Bukowski

when God created love He didn’t help most
when God created dogs He didn’t help dogs
when God created plants that was average
when God created hate we had a standard utility
when God created me He created me
when God created the monkey He was asleep
when He created the giraffe He was drunk
when He created narcotics He was high
and when He created suicide He was low

when He created you lying in bed
he knew what He was doing
He was drunk and He was high
and He created the mountanis and the sea and fire
at the same time

He made some mistakes
but when He created you lying in bed
He came all over His Blessed Universe.

domingo, 24 de abril de 2011

Mormones...

Y para estas Pascuas, en nuestro rinconcito iconoclasta, hoy los mormones.

"Dijo un español: 'No creemos en la Religión Verdadera, vamos a creer en esta...'"
(Escuchado a Dolina, hablando de los mormomes.)

Y para redondear la idea, "All About the Mormons?", South Park, s07e12:
"Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb":

martes, 19 de abril de 2011

"Brian Writes a Bestseller" - Family Guy

Después de South Park, la mejor serie: Family Guy.
S09E06, episodio "editorial", excellent jokes:

[Acá estaba el link al capítulo, pero ya lo dieron de baja, por eso del copyright infrigement. Jódanse: esto era publicidad gartuita para los dueños del copyright. Si ustedes no entienden nada, se joden ustedes también.]

"Tightrope", by Janelle Monáe featuring Big Boi

Magia vía Puchero, fuente de belleza altamente robable:

"In and Out of Time", by Maya Angelou

The sun has come.
The mist has gone.
We see in the distance...
our long way home.
I was always yours to have.
You were always mine.
We have loved each other in and out of time.
When the first stone looked up at the blazing sun
and the first tree struggled up from the forest floor
I had always loved you more.
You freed your braids...
gave your hair to the breeze.
It hummed like a hive of honey bees.
I reached in the mass for the sweet honey comb there...
Mmmm... God how I love your hair.
You saw me bludgeoned by circumstance.
Lost, injured, hurt by chance.
I screamed to the heavens... loudly screamed...
Trying to change our nightmares into dreams...
The sun has come.
The mist has gone.
We see in the distance our long way home.
I was always yours to have.
You were always mine.
We have loved each other in and out
in and out
in and out
of time.

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Maya recitando su poema en la peli Madea's Family Reunion (ir al link, no se deja insertar).

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lunes, 18 de abril de 2011

Too crazy

"If life ever gets too crazy, roll with it."
Gil Grissom

[CSI, "House of Hoarders", season 11, episode 5.]

sábado, 16 de abril de 2011

Entradas a la iglesia para casarse: versiones

Brought to us by Lady Nat desde las germanias.

La entrada a la iglesia de Will & Kate (con los mejores dobles ever!), publicidad de T-Mobile:


Y la probable fuente de inspiración:

"Compartida, la vida es más", publicidades de Movistar

Las empezaron a pasar en estos días por cable (ahí las vi yo). Son buenísimas historias, ficciones, bellamente filmadas. Como publicidad, supongo que a Movistar les debe servir; a mí no me dice nada de ellos distinto de lo que ya pienso, salvo que les agradezco que gasten mi dinero en hacer estas pelis que me gustan. Googleo buscándolas y las encuentro en versiones con doblaje ibérico y con fecha del año pasado: ah, la globalización.

Bicicletas, filmada en el lago del Rosedal de Palermo, Madama Butterfly tuneada:


Gallos seguro no está hecha en Argentina. Para mí, homenajea a Where the Wild Things Are en peli de Spike Jonze:

sábado, 2 de abril de 2011

Los Tipitos

Los Tipitos es del rock que me pasó de largo. Entre que no soy muy rock nacional y que ya no son de mi época. Pero me gustan un par de hits.
Entre ellos este, "Campanas en la noche", salido hoy de la clandestinidad, bien heroico:



Y, por supuesto, "Brujería":

viernes, 1 de abril de 2011

Clarín by Barcelona

[@Radio Barcelona, AM 870 Radio Nacional.]

28/3/11

Comunicado de los trabajadores de Radio Barcelona:

Hoy más que nunca todos somos Clarín y nos solidarizamos desde aquí con el drama que vive este matutino con la lamentable desaparición de los sujetos y los verbos en los títulos del ejemplar de este domingo.
Exigimos la aparición con vida de la estructura gramatical trunca y advertimos que cualquier maniobra que intente distorsionar la prosa en potencial de los compañeros redactores sería denunciada ante los organismos que probablemente tengan que ver algo con el asunto.
Radio Barcelona no puede permitir el atropello de quienes se dicen trabajadores de prensa sin haber titulado jamás una noticia con un “Ahora dicen”, o sin que una sola de sus bajadas comience con un “Es porque dicen que parece”.
Esos que hoy coartan la libertad de empresa seguramente nunca tuvieron que levantar, a último momento, una nota para dar paso a la libre expresión de un aviso bien pago.
Por eso hoy Radio Barcelona les dedica a los compañeros de Clarín sus baches, sus furcios y sus silencios incomprensibles, conscientes de que el camino podrá ser cortado, pero nunca corregido.

"When doves cry", by Prince, versiones RELOADED


Dig if u will the picture
Of u and I engaged in a kiss
The sweat of your body covers me
Can u my darling
Can u picture this?

Dream if u can a courtyard
An ocean of violets in bloom
Animals strike curious poses
They feel the heat
The heat between me and u

How can u just leave me standing?
Alone in a world that's so cold?
Maybe I'm just 2 demanding
Maybe I'm just like my father 2 bold
Maybe you're just like my mother
She's never satisfied
Why do we scream at each other
This is what it sounds like
When doves cry

Touch if u will my stomach
Feel how it trembles inside
You've got the butterflies all tied up
Don't make me chase u
Even doves have pride

How can u just leave me standing?
Alone in a world so cold?
Maybe I'm just 2 demanding
Maybe I'm just like my father 2 bold
Maybe you're just like my mother
She's never satisfied
Why do we scream at each other
This is what it sounds like
When doves cry

Don't Cry (Don't Cry)

Darling don't cry
Don't cry
Don't cry
Don't don't cry

La Mazz, mi all time favorite:



Quindon Tarver, para Romeo+Juliet, de Luhrmann:

The Artist Formerly Known As..., con la original:

Y selección de chicas:
Aimee Mann & Ani Di Franco:

Patti Smith:

Be Good Tanyas, vocecita, fraseo, no sé...


"Nothing Compares 2 U", versiones

El tema original es de Prince, compuesto para The Family:



Ella, Sinead, tan bella:



Daniel Ho, cantando en hawaiano, de la peli Forgetting Sarah Marshall:


It's been seven hours and fifteen days
Since you took your love away
I go out every night and sleep all day
Since you took your love away

Since you been gone I can do whatever I want
I can see whomever I choose
I can eat my dinner in a fancy restaurant
But nothing
I said nothing can take away these blues
`Cause nothing compares
Nothing compares to you

It's been so lonely without you here
Like a bird without a song
Nothing can stop these lonely tears from falling
Tell me baby where did I go wrong

I could put my arms around every boy I see
But they'd only remind me of you
I went to the doctor n'guess what he told me
Guess what he told me
He said girl u better try to have fun
No matter what you'll do
But he's a fool
`Cause nothing compares
Nothing compares to you

All the flowers that you planted, mama
In the back yard
All died when you went away
I know that living with you baby was sometimes hard
But I'm willing to give it another try

Nothing compares
Nothing compares to you