Shot In The Back Of The Head

Moby meets Lynch

Surprisingly enough its pretty good

Falconer

Yesterday night there was a Tribute concert to Nico, curated by John Cale.
Different artists performing, each of them rearranging in their own ways some of her songs.
It was good, but nothing
nothing
could match the voice and the scenic presence of this lady.

Reminding me a of perfect combination between Maria Callas and Rebekah Del Rio in Mulholland Drive.
 

It was ecstatic and I still shiver whenever I play it

Porno

 

Some days are cursed

 

with luscious thoughts

Tengazako

Some nights are so surprising that make you wowow

Like your team is first in the league and none would have ever thought of it

Like you meet a stranger you only saw once randomly, in a foreign city, a genius guy, and now he's the foreigner and  there is no embarrassment

Like you go to a festival and you happen seeing a great band from malawi with a swedish guy at the computer, and they sound like Brazil, and everything is sexy

as your hands on me

Then I Met You

And you play me this

Sometimes fate really plays weird tricks

Stockholm Syndrome

I was away up north til few days ago.
I needed to runaway and not think.
Lately I had been traveling to see him, I was traveling to runaway from his thought, I was doing everything I could in order to save things up.
I thought I couldn't just start killing feelings. At least one of the two had to keep them, in respect to all we had.
One night, in Stockholm, thanks to a honest talk with a friend, I realized that it doesn't matter how much you love. I always believed that if you really know what you want, you can obtain it. It always worked. It always works. Big determination. But some of these sacrifices can make you compromise too much of your mental health. And freedom.
It doesn't mean that the goal its not worth the effort, its only that sometimes the price is too high.

That night, in Stockholm, I thought of the Stockholm Syndrome.

In that precise moment I realized that I owed it to myself to stop.

Some cities are blessed, and so are their inhabitants.

Don't Think Lover

NYC sounds like this:

 

(and a bit like You Made Me Realise too)

Jail La La

Frankie Rose, great drummer of the Crystal Stilts, plays in this other band that I so love

Some girls in LA really know how to make it right

The City In The Sea

 It doesn't happen so often that an album is so good that you can repeat it over and over without being tired of it.

Crystal Stilts have been one of the best things coming out from NY recently, and the lazy disenchanted voice of the singer is something that always drives me crazy

"Pascal had his abyss, it followed him."

Crystal Stilts

This song is the song of 2009 to me.

IT'S 2009 TO ME

We're courting dreams
We're snorting dreams
We're courting dreams
For distorting time
To disturb the procession
Preserved in our mind
(chorus)
We're courting dreams
We're snorting dreams
Distorting dreams
Recording dreams
Strange memories of death
Catastrophes of nostalgia
In arenas I rest
As reveries form battalions
Chattering chasms
Chortle fountains of hymns
Spew mangled scenes that
Sear mountains of skin
We're courting dreams
For distorting time
To disturb the procession
Preserved in our mind  

Running Scared