Friday, April 29, 2011

How To Grow A Beard Without Red Bumps



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youth is fashion. Any kid of fifteen years and wants to be the most queer of df or a new striker in the world. And it is true that youth is a precious thing, yet it has a "counter" abysmal . Sadness. Be guy is sad.

I do not understand is how we engage those who have lost youth to be sad, to prolong a feeling so unproductive to its ultimate consequences. In this I include myself. No day passes without re jure jure and that happiness is unattainable stage. In that I repeat over and over again that the glory is for others. Regarding

Radiohead and The King of Limbs:

Tom Yorke and sang: "I'm weird, what the hell am I doing here?" Then said the technology was wrong and we were all going to die rather ugly and between trumpets . Then he gave for criticizing the rule promising that "our little crush almas”, cosas así en cada entrega.

Vaya, no quiero parecer traductor de Universal Stereo. La cosa es que cuando sale el “En Arcoírises” fue una cosa muy extraña toparse con que Radiohead gestó un disco básicamente feliz. Quizá salvo la última canción, se trata de un disco feliz. O por lo menos no es un disco que pueda musicalizar un abismal fin del mundo, una profunda crítica a la sinrazón humana o que sirva de canción de cuna para los primeros bebés clonados.

Sale “King of Limbs” y lo primero que me encuentro es que Yorke se ha transformado en un alegre bailarín. Yo dije: “qué traición a lo que Radiohead es”… So I said but the truth is I'm not even sure what it is Radiohead. Only clear to me that their musical and emotional search of a complex nature and introverted. Uncommon. Even evolutionary.

thing is that I am half menso. Ie get a new cd and I hope those weies be something already made in advance. But: no mothers! The new album is something boring, flat and fails to explode (except perhaps when Yorke's voice Feral crashes into a glass and instead of spray it blends into it) but is an exceedingly beautiful album.

I used to be crude, once every three months, watching the raindrops an area and say "no mames how beautiful life is, it sucked ..."

do not know what things you will work to create this effect but I beg you to meet the new Radiohead album when in this status.

resulted: "The King of Limbs" is a beautiful album.

I think Radiohead's music is sometimes so full of fixes and groans and sounds that if one is listening on the street and passed an ambulance, the siren sound blends seamlessly into any grounder. The same with the walkie talkie the driver of the micro or the child crying. It is music so full that everything fits favoring. That is a virtue. On the new album that does not happen. The songs are made of one piece, blocks and textures are already finished, polished and precise. That too is a virtue.

conclude: The members of Radiohead are no longer a child. Leaving sadness is perhaps the true form of maturity. I had never been so grateful to follow a band that runs parallel to my life. I lost youth (as many of you). Obvious. But as far as possible try to be happy the day that I remain in this life so theatrical and anchors. At the same time try to understand the beauty and decipher it somehow. That's what Radiohead is trying these days.

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