1961. Medio que one hit wonder, Del Shannon le canta a la novia escapista, con su joven voz aguda y el pianito magia. Una de esas heróicas que me encantan. Flasheamos con el temazo.
Not The End.
1986. Dennis Farina, tanito castigador, hace de Mike Torello en Historia el Crimen. Yo veía la serie con mi papá y nos encantaba (cómo extraño a mi papá y esas cosas que hacíamos con él). Y más me encantaba el temita de Del Shannon, porque la serie es de época, de los 60, invento mortal de Michael Mann (awante Mann que luego me daría los Transformers, entre otras joyas). Dicen por ahí que, antes de que Tarantino inventara el revival de músicas y gentes en 1992 con Reservoir Dogs, Mann lo sacó del olvido a Shannon y se la hizo regrabar con la letra cambiada para que hable de detectives y no de la novia díscola. La voz tiene 20 años más, la música funciona perfecto. Gracias, Michael, gracias Del. Gracias, papá, que me la dejabas ver con 10 años.
Amy Pond: We didn't make a difference at all. The Doctor: I wouldn't say that. The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things. Hey. [hugs Amy] The Doctor: The good things don't always soften the bad things, but vice-versa, the bad things don't necessarily spoil the good things and make them unimportant.
Es el Besnine Remix, que no está en espótifai y es mil veces mejor que la original, pero bueh, ahora está acá.
You said you'd never ever break, down But here I am sweeping, pieces off of the ground You said you'd never, ever play, to crowds But I've seen you hoping to play songs to them now I've spent all night long scared of tomorrow, broke my alarm Everything's almost lost, pick it up slow, before it's gone We're fragile (Wish I'd have known) I never thought I'd be so fragile (You're not alone) If it didn't break before it's about to (We've been here before) I don't ever want to change I'm fragile I don't ever Some of the people appointed to give an opinion Never do get it I want you to come on and gobble a jimmy and... die N9na be giving the remedy and why? Critics are really the enemy and I Can't stand the way they slam today's gifted Effin' incredible, get fanned away with grands to pay This jam will lay scripted Deaf and impeccable Write a rhyme and I put everything in a flow I'm the N9ne I'm a look very mean When a foe scribe a line but he has never been at a show By the times it'll be better, leave it in the sto' 'Cause they wrote nothin' but lies, quotes stuck in my eyes Amateur writer dissin' He's a beginner and hopes for your demise, folks some may despise Never do try to listen It's real, I'm mad Clueless when you scribble on your pad How you gonna criticize with a chisel on your nads sizzling your ad You don't really get why I'm so pissed? Understand this (Understand this) I'm an artist, and I'm sensitive about my shit, yes I'm We're fragile (Wish I'd have known) I never thought I'd be so fragile (You're not alone) If it didn't break before it's about to (We've been here before) I don't ever want to change I'm fragile I don't ever Tell me that I'm famous Tell me that my name is Big as Venus Jupiter and then Uranus Tell me that your anus got your head in it I can smell the articles and know you're heinous Tell me that you love me, always thinkin' of me Unconditional, I'm hoping I'm your favourite Grab a fishing pole and throw me with the sharks That's the feelin' I get when you're concentratin' On this pen, on this pad Tell me you're willin' to diss on my craft Tell me the feelin' of pickin' apart this track Stop Puttin' my heart and my soul in these lines Tellin' me platinum and gold all the time Lookin' to bury, a deep hole for mine Drop This is more than you, and this is more than you And your entire building slanderin' and abusin' What I call the realest comin' from a student Told myself to use a poem as an UZI Empty magazine, I seen a magazine You seen my trigger finger, then I started shootin' That was nicotine, I'm 'bout to smoke 'em all And journalists involved should've known my music We're fragile (Wish I'd have known) I never thought I'd be so fragile (You're not alone) If it didn't break before it's about to (We've been here before) I don't ever want to change I'm fragile I don't ever
[Titles song de Wallander. Happy birthday, daddy, y happy anniversary para los que seguimos acá.]
When there's so much darkness closing in Just swerve around slowly You'll find an opening. A light will appear like an animal between the trees There you'll find your pocket of peace.
Make a perfect circle, it's all around you Put your mark on the map anywhere or nowhere
It's up to you, it's not too late to find an opening.
Trace a track until you find the end There's a clearing in every forest, at least one for every man. The light will appear like an animal between the trees There you'll find your pocket of peace.
Make a perfect circle, it's all around you You know that everything lingers for you to follow through.
It's up to you, it's not too late to find an opening.
Do you wanna rediscover or do you want it all to be over, do you want to see the meaning of the circling?
Estoy en la verdulería, comprando. En la tele, empieza el comercial de Telekino y no puedo parar de reír. El verdulero me mira atónito, porque no atino a agarrarle el vuelto. Sale post.
... y de ahí a ver de quién es y aparece esto:
[Sia, who knew that we already knew her!]
y en vivo en SNL, con mimo:
Con letra, porque es muy buena también:
Party girls don't get hurt
Can't feel anything, when will I learn
I push it down, push it down
I'm the one "for a good time call"
Phone's blowin' up, ringin' my doorbell
I feel the love, feel the love
I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier
I'm gonna live like tomorrow doesn't exist, like it doesn't exist
I'm gonna fly like a bird through the night, feel my tears as they dry
I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier
But I'm holding on for dear life,
won't look down, won't open my eyes
Keep my glass full until morning light,
'cos I'm just holding on for tonight
Help me, I'm holding on for dear life,
won't look down, won't open my eyes
Keep my glass full until morning light,
'cos I'm just holding on for tonight
On for tonight
Sun is up, I'm a mess
Gotta get out now, gotta run from this
Here comes the shame, here comes the shame
I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier
I'm gonna live like tomorrow doesn't exist, like it doesn't exist
I'm gonna fly like a bird through the night, feel my tears as they dry
I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier.
But I'm holding on for dear life,
won't look down, won't open my eyes
Keep my glass full until morning light,
'cos I'm just holding on for tonight
Help me, I'm holding on for dear life,
won't look down, won't open my eyes
Keep my glass full until morning light,
'cos I'm just holding on for tonight
On for tonight
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y va de yapa, porque acá ya me caí de culo como tres veces:
[Shia y, most of all, Maddie]
Y de más yapa todavía, Maddie por mi amado Gustavo Aimar:
Un día, porque sí, bajé de los canales del dofón del cable hacia los de aire, y me encontré con la tira de Polka, "Farsantes". La protagoniza Julio Chávez (te amamos aunque no te interese), y suena de cortina un tema interesante. Mi oído queda alerta. Termina la tira, con escena tremenda de corazones rotos (lloramos con Julio, claro), y va la canción completa. Resulta ser Vicentico, que ahora es el rey del cover chongo, y el temita es ese divine del disco de Almodóvar.
Dedicado a Marti y Natalia, que por motivos inciertos, como los míos, hicieron lo mismo que yo y tuvimos nuestra epifanía juntas pero sin saberlo.
"The timidity of the child or the savage is entirely reasonable; they are alarmed at this world, because this world is a very alarming place. They dislike being alone because it is verily and indeed an awful idea to be alone. Barbarians fear the unknown for the same reason that Agnostics worship it--because it is a fact. Fairy tales, then, are not responsible for producing in children fear, or any of the shapes of fear; fairy tales do not give the child the idea of the evil or the ugly; that is in the child already, because it is in the world already. Fairy tales do not give the child his first idea of bogey. What fairy tales give the child is his first clear idea of the possible defeat of bogey. The baby has known the dragon intimately ever since he had an imagination. What the fairy tale provides for him is a St. George to kill the dragon."
Tremendous Trifles by Gilbert Keith Chesterton (chapter XVII: "The Red Angel").
[Me encantan las series de tv con citas literarias o frasecitas elaboradas. Esta vez fue "Seven Seconds", S03E05 de Criminal Minds.]
Para esperar la Navidad, un poco de insight con el s06e017, "Red Sleigh Down", Parker-Stone's South Park:
Y en el rinconcito militante, la Navidad con Bombita Rodríguez...
La original de Stevie Wonder, un señor que vibra bien:
La agarró Coolio y la sampleó y fue hitazo de la BSO de Dangerous Minds, "Gangsta's Paradise":
Cuando Coolio la juntó con pala y se llevó todos los premios, la cantaron juntos con Stevie en la entrega de los Billboard Awards, un momento de hondo contenido humano, cuec:
Luego, está la versión de la versión, esta vez "Tiki", de Johnny Aloha:
Y la versión de la versión por una chica preciosita (que se parece a Silu), Alyson Greenfield, con xilofón de colores:
Viendo Fairly Legal, escucho este temita y me pone en movimiento. Busco y aparece Iyeoka. Leo la letra y vuelvo a pensar en el señor que sigue el libreto de mi vida y va poniendo las cosas delante de mí (sí, ese señor que no existe, del que hablaba en el post anterior el senior Montt). Así se arma la banda de sonido del emprendedor (gracias, Juan, de nuevo; Fede, tenías razón; Seb, vos ya sabés; y ahora, gracias, dragones et al). Las cobardías, las envidias, los "olvidos", las miserias, las falsas disculpas, todo eso acá no entra, se lo llevan la renovación, los brazos en alto, la musiquita y el tornado, que a nosotros no nos podrá parar.
Bum bah dum bum bah dum bum bah...
I see this fantasy taking me from Kansas to serenity
These dreams that seem to come from somewhere over the rainbow
These days seasons change just as quickly as a harmony
I need to escape to awaken a believable journey...
I know how possible we are
We can go and achieve the inconceivable
I know just how possible we are
We can follow our own yellow brick road
Pressing on in the eyes of a wise man's conspiracy
I come alive to achieve the spoken prophesy
My friends wonder how I know when the storm is coming
And I'm grateful for the moments that we build to become
The creators of shakers and movers of the melody
We're building our community
YEAH!
I know how possible we are
We can go and achieve the inconceivable
I know just how possible we are
We can follow our own yellow brick road
YEAH!
Bum bah dum bum bah dum bum bah...
There's no tornado that can stop us now!
Pressing on in the eyes of the child that's inside of me
I believe the time has come for us to choose our unity
Each moment that we walk on the path that will guide us to our dreams
We can sing another song that makes us feel we belong
Yeah!
This is where we belong
We Belong on this Yellow Brick Road
I know just how possible we are
We can go and achieve the inconceivable
I know just how possible we are
We can follow our own yellow brick road
YEAH!
Jorge lo puso en FB y me mató. Lynch es fundacional, sensacional, generacional. Yo veía Twin Peaks en canal 5 de Vicente López, cuando el cable estaba en pañales y algún limado les dejó programarla sin saber qué mierda era. La pasó canal 9, claramente sin entender. Luego me la traje en VHS de la Unái. Estaba muerta de amor por Kyle Mac Lachlan, que se casó con otra, claro (justo el otro día me acordaba del agente Cooper hablándole a Diane en la grabadora). Y mi amiguito se golpeaba la cabeza contra la pared por Audrey (Sherilyn Fenn). Qué épocas.
"A subtle person in a loud world."
[Dice él de ella, en un capítulo de Law & Order: Special Victims Unit, programa que por motivos insondables siempre termino viendo.]
"A random act of kindness at a time."
[Le explica Dios (Morgan Freeman) al nuevo Noé (Steve Carell), para que entienda por qué lo mandó a construir un arca en el medio de la Washington suburbia, en Evan Almighty.]
"... los seis agazapados en torno al sabroso volátil. Como siempre, yo abrí el banquete comiéndome la rabadilla. La ceremonia umu takapu empezaba a serme harto familiar, pero nunca me resultó tan alegre como aquella noche."
Aku-Aku: el secreto de la Isla de Pascua, de Thor Heyerdahl, traducción de Antonio Ribera, Barcelona: Juventud, 1959.
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