write this as the brain of Ruben, born in 1992, dying. Do not know how but somehow it came under the freeway in the neighborhood where I grew up. The cameras now point to the Centro Gallego and the father says his son is clinically dead. Doctors say they can not anticipate the evolution or involution. In that sense they are akin to rock critics who did not know, does not know now or will know tomorrow or at any time if the rock in Argentina evolves or devolves. Giving bones about that question, I find the sense of walking over and over again the same way. Why? Something that is dead or not going back and forth.
few years ago I grove as conflict and unravel the germ personal love of music. As Rubin told me "Music is harmony" and that's what I find in his private practice. Every kind of music for me is my place. If the country is the place where we live, or the place where we want to live, my country are those little tests: music, learning, searching, the message.
The world of journalism wants the best for Charly Garcia. They say they want to see it, recovered, quiet and stable. That the priority is that this whole and healthy. Charly goes on the cover of the magazine Caras and 23 write an entire page with details of his magical treatment. Grateful to all who helped in this process. At the top of the magazine is perhaps the most unfortunate day in history, criticizes more, get 3 champions charly: Hilda Lizarazu, The Black Zorrito Garcia Lopez and, more than ever, Von Quintiero. They talk about Charlie. Ortega sisters went to Logan for his return, broadcast live on TN. Rocha, now out of the popular indie band Entre Rios, out with former finance minister Losteau. They love. It's 2 pm and I'm writing in my mother's house, while watching the news. I am not more than ten blocks from the Velez stadium. I was born in this neighborhood, I see the trees that give the same shade that was given when the figure cut Cobain. The dog of my mother, and blind, remains the applicant dog he always was. My mother asked me if ever Piti was not arrested. Among the things my mother and between the traces of my father, do not ask why, I always find more clarity to write that in my own home. I wonder the reasons I would answer myself it is simply because I get distracted at home easier and here without internet, without a guitar in hand, without the Boedo street to walk, find the concentration. But it is New Year and I do not care. The reality is that I find in this house is not the quiet, but my personal history so often linked to pain, so often linked to satiety and all that works and enhances the performance of these lines are merely reflections senseless state of affairs of things that I find inexplicable. Because pain can be avoided, that, as such, something would be, I find the hearing away from happiness, to write about what some young thinkers call post-violence. Dunno what to say. In the news they are already talking about another death.
Changing the channel and now it is. The body of Ruben, I repeat: founded in 1992, painted body blue and rubber bullets in his legs. The version of the witnesses contradicted the police version said sneak attempt and fell. Dunno what to say. Do you have something to say?
This blog misreads Weber.
I think of my love, lie: in Muriendez. Today I wanted to call but do not want me when I'm well. But if I start to shout, to shake my head against the wall, locked in the bathroom with shower and cold water giving me in the back, if you finally do all those things and I cry, cry, tear and give me all I have, my body, Muriendez is coming and we're going to love. As ever.
Saturday was at a party and I went two days huiído after a concert before the start of the first topic. I have nothing to do in any public place. On Friday I could hardly resist the flood of bicycles hippie. In a moment of the night put a subject of Prodigy. It is as if nothing had happened. I'm going to Dentener a moment to think, ja, but I know for you what is otherwise importate but never say that, but I say that if you go to a party and put Prodigy is serious. Beyond that is one of the worst bands in history, unpleasant as few, bluff, violence light for MTV, a guy shouting unattractive bitch, etc. Is serious. If two days after going to a party and to go off is to put the hit clashero average family "Should I or Should I go star" is serious. You know, is serious. If thousands of people are going to see Manowar is not serious. No. What is it? I can not find the word. Now they are making the balance of the night of the museums and it strikes me that there is not much difference with the public Manowar. TN except that a lot of foreigners come to feel it pro Uribe. It's great to be here. It's beautiful. Which are not real differences, say, background, beyond the aesthetic. Let's see. Kodama good out there and we can talk about the economic divide. Ok. In Britain there is a sexual depreador more than a hundred victims. Do you see that the first world is shit? Apart on the cover of NME out Tokio Hotel.
A member of Manowar screams "if this is not the rock, the rock where it is." The public, they say, against Cerati singing and did not catch any flare. Now look at the photo of piti, I remember a couple I saw on some blogs about cheta prenseras playing in the neighborhood, the occasional twitter unfortunate haranguing the passion back. But again, I deternem in the photos of piti. Does this jacket is not it very Cerati? Does this bag double row of buttons that are present resurrected, healthy, unpolluted and the sun in Puerto Madero, is one of the pieces of the new library Cerati? Are those Antej'm not very Gustavo? Do zip jacket not very "Ahi Vamos"? And the boots? Piti Gustavo has some, not talent but dignity, but there is something there for Gustav. There has not, the raw candor that knew generate hatred Cerati corralling all those who have to redeem to discuss directly with your work, good or bad does not matter. There definitely has Cerati cruel cynicism to get on the axiom of Andy Warhol "the business of art, should be a good business." Does not definitva piti will. And oh, I held my hand and winked at, but no, no, oh no, I will not put "political."
I was weaving a plan. I'll send all my contacts the video útlimo Berchetche Siro "Who does not want to be black" and the matter is: watch it! is buenisimo. To which I answer, if you're right, this is great, thanks! that good, the stop stop, do not answer the telephone and in important moments in the public situation will ignore the music. Tell you in a laconic tone that I'm trying, I do not know who he is. To those who ask me, what's wrong with you fool, you become crazy, it's this shit you sent me, I ruined the day these will calm down the terror by night, will protect the aberrations of the holiday this year and together trazaermos the new political line of the decade that lies ahead. For those who dare to love, which is the same as daring to say what we think, be the glory.
Muriendez I called an hour ago. Actually I'm writing all this in order to appease the anger of waiting. The strange thing much, I want this here so I can treat as it deserves. For the hell.
Have you died the kid with the broken skull? Oh no? I was told that social students are eager to mount the body of his new Bulacio. This may not want to be late. They do not want to be late as a Cro Magnon, as at 19 and 20. They also want to speak of their dead in a hut when the new white hope, Bolivia, while they set up a faso, begin to tell a gringa lost geographically and mentally, because you know that day was terrible, we ran a lot, I was afraid, I do not know, I was in love at that moment, I felt much terror to understand, here (takes her hand and takes her to his chest ) feel? How my heart is beating? I thought, I would not go over Juan B Justo, hence the left, which did not come home to see my old, was a flash, or was a flash, now I am another person, I understand the deep meaning of life, the race, I did nothing (looks at her with intensity) did not give me any career, what I got? "Historical materialism? (Lowers his head and denies) that do not avail, nothing good is when you run for your life and you realize you did nothing, nothing you did, you did not see the world, then, why I'm here with you now, you're a gift (he touches his face) You're so nice, tell me how can you be so cute?. Repeat the same formula with the roling unaware of cbc.
rings my home phone. It Muriendez, which is very healthy. Yes, I said, poor kid. Silence. Well, I say. Muriendez, red-ta is time to rock, it is time, now's the time. You think, he says. If Muriendez, bureaucracy or death. Muriendez stops, lights a cigarette, listen to "Marky Moon" background. Decímelo Muriendez, I say. I close my eyes because I know what is to come is so good that I do not see anything in the real world. I prefer death, he says.
And now? Who is going to kill you? Do you?
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