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Disco: A Morning (2008)

Soloist: Luis Alberto Spinetta (Argentina)

Who am I to criticize the sound of one last piece of the geniuses of contemporary music? From a more optimistic outlook, against Luis Alberto Spinetta, myself is nothing but an ant counterfeit. Or perhaps worse yet: a protozoan moribund mire. And I can think of more drastic examples, but I think what I'm trying to say is well understood: I am nobody to Spinetta. However, I have to declare a bold impudent, as employ my humble pen to comment on a morning, interesting production shows that, to rock the good, sometimes it requires an advanced age and unquenchable fighting spirit.

a very general way, I can say that a week is confined within the jazzy features that Spinetta has been dyeing his last works. However, there are moments that are beyond the rule, for and achieve lofty peaks, which recognizes an unprecedented genius. Undoubtedly, this work is a further demonstration that this monster is still Spinetta super evolved that reigns in this world is amazing that the Argentine rock.

Bring on the details.

The album begins as a knock on the door: a battery strikes demanding close attention. It is the beggar, who does not show anything new in the recent universe Spinetta, but nor detracts from their accomplishments. While the background is a harmonious conflict between the piano and drums, the voice sings, in an intricate verbal development: "... your love was not predictable at last / when he left / and hid from your eyes / your eyes star / in the storm .... " Spinetta's lyrics leave no doubt: it is one of the most elaborate of the rock in English. Later, in a style that scatters elegance is not to say. With a steely guitar riffs excruciating, Spinetta release: "Although the sun will not mean that harbors have no more cold / And if the moon is covered does not mean you do not have their light / every day is the morning naked and your heart in a hurry .... " Spinetta The trend is to use features jazz to accompany his lyrics that are manufacturing high precision and resonance. Then the sun Hydra is in a close to what the Argentine musician employed in the 70's: with an acoustic guitar, voice trembling and debated among log variations, ranging from fine breaks, until just slightly hoarse. The lyrics sung: "Oh, my love / tell me when the sun burns / with my hands I'll breeze for no / oh, tell me whether I play or without the dreams of harmony does not occur ...." With traces of mounting tension, Man of Light is perhaps the most unique piece. It consists of a sound atmosphere that tries to recreate the vacuum of outer space. The voice sings, cold tone, "Man of light fly into space / show me the path to the sun / I want to be there / fly ..." Cool, huh? To close, the brushwork Spinetta jazz again, and drop a transparent letters, which falls into the realm of the erotic: "Your eyes wander sad / getting in the shadows / as the night shelter, love / I will go to your room / y in your sky I will meet / I'll miss your lips / to dream. " Is heard, then a Spinetta to celebrate with joy the pleasures of the flesh. And so lewd, puts an end to a week, his latest album.

Well, I can only ask you, dear reader / listener, if I was at the height of Spinetta. Of course I have no illusions. I'm happy to say that I embraced her ankle and, from my deep smallness, I noticed the gleam in the eyes of the giant, old, great Argentine musician who is set to the live shows that despite and precisely because of their nearly sixty years, the spirit of an older man can still flourish. And what a way!

July

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Hurt Neck Sore Joints

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