Hasselblad has honored me with being the world's first in its new monthly newsletter in five languages \u200b\u200band a very very big international impact. Thanks to them and those who participated in the sessions, Lucio Vidal, Jean Philippe Dury, Isaac Montllor, Luisa María Jiménez Arias and Marina, and the study Lanave kindly for giving me space.
is like a "deja vu", though I know well that it is not. Everything is because yesterday I posted this same post, but the finished eliminating, to re-publish it today ... It must be the east wind that has me crazy ...
As I said yesterday, the music of this song comes from the hours of hospital and the road between Malaga and Ceuta, where, to attempt to circumvent the mind of a reality that is not nice, let your imagination to unexpected places.
On the other hand, the letter comes while watching an episode of a new series called "Camelot", in which Arturo and Geneva have an affair ... of which I would not tell more, not to annoy anyone chapter.
I understand that this issue away from the direction I had taken with "eco" and turn a little to my roots of "The Night of All Saints', probably like this song less, but it was what body asked me, and after all, the body must be given some pleasure once in a while ...
Also I have to mention that yesterday, looking through the net, looking for input image I came across a painting of a young Hungarian artist, if I say that has made the song after listening to me I believe it (go, I would not believe because I do not know if the man can speak English, and just did not understand what was the thing ... it is a way of talking.) The best thing is to see the painting and read the lyrics, seem made for each other and vice versa.
leave the letter on, because I have not yet fully throat, I wanted to force or not hamper the recovery in any case, the song is quite sweet and called a soft voice, so I have not had to force it too much. In any case, here I apologize publicly to my doctor. Further considering that I would take my voice to this issue and it was a female voice that sounded, (he should have asked before the surgery I would change the tone for a more feminine, but luckily, I did not remember ...) so in a while I hope it sounds better.
Anyway here are a point, Anikó Bujáky painting, and song. Hope you like ...
He takes her hand and she gets carried away,
away from the roads, are a clearing.
She strokes his hair, hugs him and begins to mourn,
him, tender kisses her tears for dry eyes ...
clear fresh grass was sweeter than the bed will,
the almond blossom, they wanted clothing ...
And so the first night will be his last night,
it home tomorrow and he will not go to his wedding ...
Forever moon on a dark night, in silence, keep the secret ...
And in the middle of a clearing, an almond tree flowers left to fly ...
Every morning at six media, this song sounds on my phone. This is my way of waking up for a couple of years ... Long ago this simple melody came from somewhere back of my head, and made a small version in midi, I can not remember which program ... one in which one could write their notes in the score ...
was also, of course, a lost song, so, taking advantage that I can not sing yet, and that morning for this time of convalescence go far if you get up early, I I set to work a couple of days to record it in a position ...
This time, I did not get any Internet image to accompany your blog entry. I thought, maybe bad, since I have not asked permission from the author, although no doubt you will give me to learn ... I thought, he said, to use an image of Ceuta, a sunrise, of course, and I went to see the pictures that my friend Juan Carlos Pedrajas (the same who composed the music for "The Echo ...", versatile guy if ever there was ...) had hung over the network. And so I found the image that is just below. A sunrise taken from atop one of the beaches of our city, the beach Chorrillo.
Gone Daddy Gone is a major theme of the mythical Violent Femmes here covered by Gnarls Barkley with exquisite taste and great respect for the original and which together with other successful homegrown songs like Crazy Smiley Faces or
In response, Violent Femmes created three different versions of Crazy by Gnarls Barckley, a beauty.
After an average week last drowsy from the effects of general anesthesia, it seems that I am again awake enough or not to sit back, guitar in hand under the left and right pipes, to return to work.
course I can not sing, in fact should not talk, but what little I've done has been by necessity, and return to be completely silent. To see the next day fourteen what I say in the review ...
In any case, I'm working with three projects at once, two songs sung, I intend let's get ready to lack voice below, and an instrumental that's almost to hang longer on the internet, because this morning I finished equalize the sounds and I think I like as it has been ... Still, I'll give some more hours in case.
Also, I have managed to create a "playlist" with the Soundcloud, and I see that Goear links are very slow lately. There
I leave the three songs you have, so far, the playlist. Only comment, I'm a little surprised by the comments received "The echo of your voice soft," I did not think it was like it so much, in fact I recorded a little chance, because in principle it would not be part of the songs that we had planned to work at the moment, and almost by magic, has become the most played song of all. A great joy for me and Juan Carlos, the composer of the music ...
Only one week was necessary for me to Albert to take the tests, had spent seven days before the workshop for the purpose of seeing and seeking advice I wanted to make a turn to give it to his girlfriend, she took a course at the School of Ceramic Bisbal this past summer and liked the story, Alan was very attentive to think that osama! I will do in one! In
Albert knows it for the music, something very usual in La Bisbal and my life, while a teenager he began playing guitar in a group of saturated and sound convincing, I did years was with a band of "ska", that a town of 10,000 inhabitants is already cause for connection to La Bisbal you lift a stone and leave twenty ten musicians and potters. Albert unlike I have not seen a turn in his life, he has done "Telecoms" and tell stories are not ceramic, these shifts and moves, but now you saints peppers make a turn with four irons, and an engine that had for a month thingy .... and bring it home. I "flip"!
By the look seemed constructed by La Fura del Baus, functional mind-was a disaster, did not change speed once the plug was "death" was super uncomfortable and the wheel moved as if tornegessis drink (not drunk if you turning, it is impossible to focus the ground) so if stability was brutal, not to move anything in the world. The movement of the wheel and the comfort of an easy solution is, the more difficult it is will fix the speed problem .... Now, a turn and has no money. Viva love.
sometimes occurs between orders and my stories can come to live together varius kinds of pasta, ground white, black or red, and without xamotades, high or low, local or outside ..... This is one of the changes that are experiencing the new pottery, welcome Sigui.
; Foreign Blanc xamota fine sandstone, dark earth interior
