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
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
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