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Disco: Unplugged (2008)

Soloist: Julieta Venegas (Mexico)

My closest friends ask me what you see? And I answer: his melancholy eyes, his body as delicate as a feather in the wind. And they insist: but do not find very thin, very flat? And I add: no. For me, close to perfection. It is as drawn by my emotional needs. It is the closest to my ideal. And they continue: but perhaps you know her? Suddenly a girl is undesirable. A vulgar that is more annoying than stone in the shoe. And I would argue: No. That never. His songs are so tender that I am sure, start with an interior of the same nature. I have no doubt that she is light and, through his music, sheds light. And they finally agree: you're in love to the core. And I notice, and will remain until the end of time.

Who talked? Of course, my darling Julieta Venegas, who only weeks ago, has presented its latest production, MTV Unplugged, which has started the most divided opinions and, in my trench rock critic, I am obliged to defend it ... sorry , a comment from the more neutral perspective. Let's start

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The disk in question starts with lemon and salt, a piece that gave him title to his previous work. The sound that takes this song on the unplugged gives an idea of \u200b\u200bwhat will be the rest of the work. A neat work strings, winds measured, a sharp and precise xylophone, and drums so stylized that only provides vibrating cymbals and snare of soft rumble. Some details that make electric versions of salon music. A real joy for the ears. But as usual, unplugged over there highs and lows. In my opinion, among the highlights is Andar Conmigo, Julieta Venegas summarizes very clearly and briefly. Says, before starting to sing: "This song is a song that continues to direct and sincere love for those who feel and know when they can not change. " No need to give further explanation. Another outstanding track is one day. With a sound very playful curtain, where the focus is on flute, which seems huge jump between flowers, loose voice: "Someday maybe / I can tell you something / it is important / something done with wisdom ... meanwhile we are all in the same train / mistakes / and stepping wrong. " "Recognition of his youth and, therefore, his inexperience? Of course. Despite being a rock star with a reputation that is projected throughout the English-speaking world, knows he still has not accumulated a deep knowledge of things. In this self-analysis is not easily reached, as the ego of an artist, as usual oversized, prevents and nullifies. And who has done it, you have concluded that they will not have sharp ideas to offer, is a sign of intelligence. And finally, a piece specially sensitized me, and that, therefore, from my point of view escapes the common denominator is this: Illusion. Duetting with Marisa Montes, and ethereal string accompaniment, Juliet sings: "For it / did not know what to do / why I left / I do not know / I just know that I was / I did everything I wanted / why not let me try / to make her happy. " Who has ever sung a letter like that? Like most people, me too I was somebody. Why? Taking the words of Juliet, the only thing I can say is: I only know that I was. And point out

lows Venegas disk? No, no way. I leave that to its detractors. To my eyes and ears, she always has been, is and will be a chimerical beauty, an object of my giddy love. For someone who makes his poetic tenderness not only deserves admiration, but also love. And that's what does Julieta Venegas: your audience's unconditional love.

July Meza

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part: Draft Four (2008)

Soloist: Murakami (Peru)

few days ago, a person X, specialist commentary on rock and a critical view that respect, I gave a couple of ideas that left me bewildered.

"You know, in July, I think you should take care of your writing. Sometimes you fall into trouble repetitive and unnecessary.

"How?" He said. "Does that mean that my language is confusing? Did not let me understand? ". Well, I think that is not true, because I've always written with a clarity that even the obvious sins, not mean this to disparage my readers, as they know very well that I have never concocted a phrase simplistic purposes. In my opinion, the prose that employment is somewhere between the simple and cryptic. And, if I have understood, then I shall speak with transparency in the following words: lkajdad kljadhla uihvxkc lmanrwe ja ja ja!. Easy, right? I think anyone can decipher what I wrote.

"And besides, Julio, you do rock groups in commercial English.

"And is it true?" He asked and then a few seconds of meditation, concluded: "I've always thought I look and dug up under the rocks of what is made in Latin America and Spain to make my criticisms, I must sadly accept that this statement is true. " For bands and solo artists that come on my blog have some fame. However, not so I gave flowers to each of my objects of criticism. As far as possible I tried to go by certain parameters to release the corresponding adjectives. And sometimes, they have been unwelcome and even mocking, when the musical product so worthwhile.

But now, going against the tide of this last comment of the person X, not a composer speak underground, but an under-underground (if that be the end, of course).

was 2004, and I, between pulled, heartache and feverish night readings, was the law faculty of Catholic University. At that time, I think I played General Contracts, with a teacher who prefer to appoint so loving, so Reverend bastard. Without any doubt, that class I suffered at sea. First, because it was dictated after lunch, and in that time frame, I only sleep in the comfortable furniture in my room. And second, because the contracts attached to the idiot dogma of economic analysis of law turn out to be something scary: they reduce the universe to the law of the most profitable and less profitable. So Reverend motherfucker, do when you give a touch to your child or you sleep with your wife think in the most profitable? Finally, the fact is that in the midst of this chaos academic, I met a wig named Caesar. He was what I always envied, a man relaxed and without remorse. And that pleased me so much I decided to follow in his footsteps, I also began to miss school, and I was surprised when I disapproved with an embarrassing zero five.

"At least you put five points," he said Caesar, when we compared our notes. I got two.
"Well, what the fuck. Change the subject.
"Okay.
"You know, recently I saw a book of poetry. Do you happen to write?
-No. I compose and sing. I have my reggae band called The Mole.
"Oh gosh. Good. And tell me, how do you reconcile the law with the music?
"It's easy: do not study.

then I applied a technique academic suicide. However, despite expectations-that is, that will pull a course three times and kicked out of a Catholic-kick, she graduated on time, and managed to become a graduate student in my school. Regarding the musical aspect, Caesar has left the reggae, and, hidden in his own music studio, under the pseudonym Murakami, composes pop songs that owe much to the present aspect of English groups (Family, El Niño Gusano The Good Life and a sharp etc.). His pieces have air between melancholy and harsh. They surround layers of electronic sound and produced a strange feeling: the listener is left with the desire to enjoy more of this style addictive. I recommend you, dear reader / listener, that give you a tour of his My Space (www.myspace.com / peterquistgardyelsindicatodepiratas ), and enjoy the great songs of my friend Neil.

And well, you comment or not comment nonprofit groups? Apparently, this time, I made an exception and I have given a boy showcase that while classrooms shared with me, also dominates the musical aesthetic and deserves a chance in the world of rock. And on the other hand, dear reader / listener, have you easily read this comment? Or have you noticed some bumps on my garbled syntax make my paragraphs? If so, and think like the person X should better my book-format, then I suggest you give a look at my following explanation, clear as spring water: lsjkfhgsldkjf lsfjkslkgjs peowit'ñaslfkg kajdal, cha cha cha!

July

Meza