martes, 21 de febrero de 2012

¿Enemigos?

¿Enemigos? ¿en que mundo vivimos?


domingo, 19 de febrero de 2012

La Canción De La Semana "THE LIVING YEARS" Mike + The Mechanics

Resulta curioso, por no decir otra cosa, que en muchas ocasiones -mas de las deseadas- abandones este mundo sin saber a ciencia cierta lo grande o lo importante que has sido y el montón de gente que te ha querido.

Hoy hemos enterrado a mi abuelo y a pesar de la gran pena que significa, me he sentido orgulloso al ver toda la gente que se ha congregado para despedirle y para mostrar los respetos a mi familia.

Esta semana quiero dedicarle este precioso tema de Mike + The Mechanics, que aunque estoy seguro de que nunca escuchó, su mensaje es tan universal que hasta un gallego cerrado de 91 años puede entender. Boa viaxe avó...


Every generation
Blames the one before
And all of their frustrations
Come beating on your door

I know that I'm a prisoner
To all my Father held so dear
I know that I'm a hostage
To all his hopes and fears
I just wish I could have told him in the living years

Crumpled bits of paper
Filled with imperfect thought
Stilted conversations
I'm afraid that's all we've got

You say you just don't see it
He says it's perfect sense
You just can't get agreement
In this present tense
We all talk a different language
Talking in defence

Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late when we die
To admit we don't see eye to eye

So we open up a quarrel
Between the present and the past
We only sacrifice the future
It's the bitterness that lasts

So Don't yield to the fortunes
You sometimes see as fate
It may have a new perspective
On a different day
And if you don't give up, and don't give in
You may just be O.K.

Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late when we die
To admit we don't see eye to eye

I wasn't there that morning
When my Father passed away
I didn't get to tell him
All the things I had to say

I think I caught his spirit
Later that same year
I'm sure I heard his echo
In my baby's new born tears
I just wish I could have told him in the living years

Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late when we die
To admit we don't see eye to eye

domingo, 12 de febrero de 2012

lunes, 6 de febrero de 2012

La Canción De La Semana "LOVE TRAIN" The O'Jays

Hace unos días nos dejaba de manera trágica el gran Don Cornelius. Él fue el creador, productor y presentador del programa Soul Train que estuvo por mas de 20 años en antena en la televisión americana y que, de alguna manera, era para el público de color el equivalente al American Bandstand de Dick Clark.

Cornelius, un tio alto, elegante y con una tremenda voz grave y suave presentaba semana a semana a las mayores estrellas de la música y daba también la oportunidad de lucirse a gente que aspiraba a convertirse en bailarines (o simplemente tener su momento de gloria) en la "Soul train line dance", donde se veían auténticos talentos haciendo pasos geniales.

Descanse en paz Mr. Cornelius, le deseo "love, peace and soul".
Y para esta semana y como homenaje todo un himno como el "Love Train" de The O'Jays.
Feliz escucha, feliz semana.


People all over the world (everybody)
Join hands (join)
Start a love train, love train
People all over the world (all the world, now)
Join hands (love ride)
Start a love train (love ride), love train

The next stop that we make will be soon
Tell all the folks in Russia, and China, too
Don't you know that it's time to get on board
And let this train keep on riding, riding on through
Well, well

People all over the world (you don't need no money)
Join hands (come on)
Start a love train, love train (don't need no ticket, come on)
People all over the world (Join in, ride this train)
Join in (Ride this train, y'all)
Start a love train (Come on, train), love train

All of you brothers over in Africa
Tell all the folks in Egypt, and Israel, too
Please don't miss this train at the station
'Cause if you miss it, I feel sorry, sorry for you
Well

People all over the world (Sisters and brothers)
Join hands (join, come on)
Start a love train (ride this train, y'all), love train (Come on)
People all over the world (Don't need no tickets)
Join hands (come on, ride)
Start a love train, love train

Ride, let it ride
Let it ride
Let it ride
People, ain't no war
People all over the world (on this train)
Join in (ride the train)
Start a love train, love train (ride the train, y'all)
People all over the world (come on)
Join hands (you can ride or stand, yeah)
Start a love train, love train (makin' love)
People all over the world ('round the world, y'all)
Join hands (come on)
Start a love train, love train

miércoles, 1 de febrero de 2012

La Canción De La Semana "THE MAN YOU'RE GONNA FALL IN LOVE WITH" Curtis Stigers

Con cerca ya de 200 canciones en esta sección es complicado saber lo que ya se ha puesto o no. Tras hacer un barrido rápido me he sorprendido de que no hubiera puesto ningún tema de Curtis Stigers. Su primer álbum que data de 1991 es un disco sensacional, sin duda uno de mis favoritos. Es complicado encontrar discos en los que no sobra nada y el ser un disco de debut eso añade todavía mas valor.

Y esta canción es genial, me encanta la voz de Curtis, un tanto a lo Ray Charles en algunas entonaciones, llena de soul al igual que la música. El mejor momento es el solo de saxo (del propio Curtis) y la vuelta a la canción cuando canta, desgarrado, ese "the man you're gonna fall in... love with" acompañado de ese coro gospel. Puro platino.

Feliz escucha, feliz semana.

CURTIS STIGERS
"The Man You're Gonna Fall In Love With"

I'll bet I can describe
The man you're gonna fall in love with
He's all the things I'll never be
To you

I know he's all in my mind
The man you're gonna fall in love with
But he's real enough to steal your heart
No matter what I do

The man you're gonna fall in love with
After you leave me

He'll love you strong
He'll love you sweet
The man you're gonna fall in love with
He'll have the money in the bank
And wash the dishes, too

I keep comparing myself
To the man you're gonna fall in love with
But I know I'll never measure up
To half the man he'll be for you

I know it's premature
But I hate that bastard
Whoever he is
And I'll hate him more
When you're his