Funky Weekend...

La verdad, tenia rato sin ponerme asi de party...Lugo que el Pax sake las fotos, las pongo por aqui...Infected estuvo grocero, rasposo y alucinante...Toto y Pax, Mis hermanos de otra madre, rifaron, tambien el alecks y el tony...Huevo mato el party bien rico, y Sankha me exploto...Satoshi Tomiie es un duro, yo quisiera haber disfrutado mas de su set, pero circumstancias me lo evitaron, pero todo en todo, estuvo muy rifador el fin, vi a gente que tenia un buen sin ver, hize nuevos compas y los compas compas, se hicieron mas compas...que buena vibra!!!

p.s. Adrian, ojala y hayas hecho lo que te dije...;)

esas caras!!!
Party crew!!!whooo, good times for all...

The Panopticon Attacks!!!

Isis in La Nov 5th ($13 bucks, cheap!) at the Troubadour... I need a ride...

Es de Miercoles...

De hoy, en aver cuando, la lista va a ser cada miercoles...pero no hago promesas...

1) Molestar a la chica que me presento el Pako...(leve, aver si es cierto...)
2) Pensar en la chica que me presento el Pako...(Inspirante...)
3) Escribir (finalmente 'El barrendero' tiene direccion...)
4) 'Gene Krupa & Buddy Rich - 1955 - Krupa & Rich' (Classy!)
5) No comer carne ('Meat is Murder')
6) Pink Floyd (me esta invadiendo sutilmente de nuevo, puede ser por los video que pasaron en el cecut...)
7) Space Tribe - Thru The Looking Glass 2005 (el Andi sigue rifando, ahora musicalmente...)
8) 'Seleccion de Poesias' de 'edgar allan poe'
9) dejar de decir 'leve', 'por ahi', 'un poco', y 'ahi, por ahi' (de las frases que tengo que eliminar, por ahi...)
10) Hablar con la chica que me presento el pako (niceness!!!)

and then one day, hurray!!!

Este fin de semana, rifo... el que entra va a rifar mas... Playamarte el viernes...Infected el sabadito y Satoshi Tomiieeee!! el dominguito de halloween...

Playamarte Representa!!!

Huevo y Sankhita...Mucho Luv...

Tony...Rifaste, me denigraste, poco, pero rifaste...

Ya hace 10 años...

ya hace 10 años hoy, que se murio Shannon Hoon... Que loco...

She's a tower...

just waiting here, for a pleasant goodbye
introduced and induced once over
with a plan in hand and a beautiful picture

exotic is so played out
but if it was then it is
you are perfect in ways I don't know yet

it was worth the inevitable
bruise the personal, discard the obvious
base yourself on innocent facts
without permission attack

color it all without blindsided hits and stares
behind a nervous hand and a pose, delete the obvious

remind the innocence, the primal, the change of times
and the passing of goodbyes
innocent letters of stories behind masks and ammunition
corruption, inevitable sease and desist

behold a mighty scuplture, she's a tower
she's a tower...

Scab dates...

que rico esta lo nuevo de The Mars Volta, eh. Puedes escuchar 2 rolas aqui...

take the veil cerpin taxt
b) and ghosted pouts

100 Bullets

El ya tradicional conteo de lo que me entretiene:

1) Molestar al pax, que me presente a la morra esta, que no sabe como se llama.
2) Las historias del Andi... (Andi! Andi!) (regresan con fuerza).
3) Pictures, Pictres, Pictures.
4) Tener convesaciones culinareas con la chica Gabyta. (manteniendolo limpio).
5) El pax y sus pendejadas. ( Te la rifas you fooking mook!!!).
6) Extrañar la guitarra del stivi. (I miss you brown eyes).
7) Escribir de nuevo.
8) 'Omerta'
9) 100 Bullets
10) 'Pink Floyd Live at Pompeii' (Alucinante!!!)

Ballad for the uninterested

Take it off, this failure magnet,
only wide enough to see the sky,
but not enough to see your eyes,
sunken, black rimmed, hopeless

And we all sink, it has settled in
you won't extend your hand when the time comes
you will just sink and let me drown.

It's so hard to see, beyond this wall
you put up for me, because it's all around you,
impenetrable.

Actions speak louder than words, and we deteriorate the recoil
because the line has been cut & why are we so sure of falling?
why can't we see beyond our eyes to the inevitable come down?
that's where the healing begins
but there is no doctor only medicine

Hurry Up, Before She leaves..

Time, lost in thoughtless consumption
and I, differ from the plan
this time it's only fair we exchange our
hidden feelings, it's only fair.

Wake up, to this smell of dying roses
we not only do the mourning
it's become a bleak obsession
when feelings become possessions

Hurry up and end it now, before we grow up and apart
and realize, that we don't need each other to love,
to hate, to despise and fell desired
dissipated feelings overwhelm but are admired

Because we need a need
we lose things things just to get others
we take what we don't need, just to feed the
feeling greed, we steal looks & we rob images
bring your own proteccion, I can't offer any...

Otro post auto-erotico...

Lo que me entretiene por ahora...

1) La guitarra del stivi (still #1)
2) El Pakostach (compa de neta...)
3) Compartir cochinadas con la chica Gabyta (deja a tu hermano en paz...)
4) Decir Ay!! Ay!! (terapeutico...)
5) Trabajar, (fijense como bajo de posicion)
6) 'Iron Monkey' (que bonita historia...!)
7) Molestar a la Sylvia, para que su amiga salga conmigo. ;)
8) 'Everything you ever wanted to know about sex' (sigo con trip Woody Allen, leve).
9) 'Steve Von Till - If I Should Fall To The Field' (majestuoso y hermoso...).
10) 'Los grandes Iniciados' de Eduardo Schure.

News To Murder by...

Murder By Death is recording their new record 'In Bocca Di Lupo' with producer J Robbins (The Promise Ring, Dismemberment Plan, Jets To Brazil), you can hear the first track here, called “Dynamite Mine”

Also, they are contributing a unreleased track to the sountrack for 'The masters of horror'...