June 2007

Sunday, June 24, 2007

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Someday, brother grows up and does not offend anyone's sensibilities, or flat and I do not care, I'll tell the intricacies of human relationships of the groups I have played.

stage holidays are over this weekend Going to be over! The

Nomhadas are back with all splendor, everything is more acute and intense. The concerts we gave in a couple of festivals this Friday and Saturday may not have been very technical, but they were energetic and not lack of magic. What surprises me is that with the amount of energy is going into a lot of strange things, yet we can go to play more than the happy birthday.

I always thought that the groups end up being a human relations workshop in which the music is incidental, an excuse to exercise our most arrogant posturing and our most generous flash, and considering that the musicians we tend to be a social lost, everything is rare and peripheral dynamics in which we try to adapt the recipes of social behavior "normal" to our inappropriate behavior.

We want to find alternative ways of living, perceiving, behaving and end at the mercy of the power relations of life, with the addition that we are totally unable to drive as political entities within our small communities. (Understood as "political" that which relates to common issues and making decisions in the public interest)

the end, as elsewhere, the power problems are being claimed but not assumed, which is exercised but not acknowledged. He who ignores. Which is transferred surreptitiously. Imposing silence.
The punitive, the coercive. The solidarity. The remuneration.

faces is not a monster, but a form of energy that is not created or destroyed, transformed, disguised. Drained off, creeps. Flooded, soaked. Drains, eroded.
upsets, upsets.

I become exhausted physically, mentally and morally, and I wonder the same old thing: how much more will I endure this life transhumance?

No cetacean doses of adrenaline which seeks the office could live?

Monday, June 4, 2007

Quaker Oat Soak Apple Juice

... and hear a chorus of angry voices "I tell you!", "thou shall be!" and so on going down the street from vallejo.

Yes, myself included. That does not say that I have no trade union consciousness, which in this environment of conscience "gramial" is enough. Time

that basis:

because we do not say the sector "artistic" least read, that is less politicized, less goes to the cinema less interested in art in general, and that generates more divas .
That makes us uneducated and egotistical, but assholes, assholes what is said is something else.

For decades, record labels, distributors and ad-hoc ilk have made our work in exchange for crumbs (6% 90% 50% of the selling price of a CD, disk, cassette or whatever) simply because we assume that instead of providing the service THEY connect with the public posting our music on a stand and selling, we will provide the service of our poor fill them with their beautiful boxes with minutiae and paraphernalia pics, thank you Mr. AR do you want to put more violins? Need more hits? Would not you like my song? Oh sorry! who tells me to be creative.

not that they are bastards is that we are idiots.

Now, the CD market is dead, dead, most recently in Barcelona have put together the new sharks (those in the emerging digital market) and the old music industry chimuelo that do nothing but mourn because they failed to foresee the debacle of piracy. (Eye, they began to lower them autopiratearse "costs"-read: not paying royalties-bastard yes they are, but that does not take away the fool)

The only thing I did when starting the "great crisis" was to ask Maná to tell us "to piracy kill your artist (imagine the little voice of the singer of the middle h) .
Or Metallica's come to tell you mother if she went away pirates.
Now that I will not do, do not worry.

assholes.

When noveinaymucho percent relinquish their rights to BMGEMISONYUNIVERSALWARNERBLABLABLA no problem, but I'll break your nose if you download them from internet, "you take away the bread from the mouths of your children! " (again Weeping timbre of the lost hache).

I said, idiots.

Please! senior executives of the multis are downloaded Internet music, even they pay all the music they consume.
In the mentioned congress which met the cream music industry (from the top leaders of traditional multinationals to new billionaires digital nerds) to cut up the belly and make the death certificate of the disc, there were only a couple of musicians, one was my friend Salva that slipped by back door.
seems that the thing is difficult: only pays off download sales on iTunes, and that the rise of the iPod, the other online shops are lean.
all assume now that the music for the end consumer will be free, so it must find a way for someone to pay the bill, it still costs money to make music a lot.
do you ask those sharks how to make the distribution of bread in a more Christian? Rethink how the issue of copyright for musicians we could regain some of our work?

I can only answer with a sad ha! Meanwhile

all the musicians we burn the lashes with a lot of MyTube in YourSpace. Systems that feed the musicians' work and worth eurodólars millonesymillones of Rupert Murdoch, of which the musicians do not see or see anything. But here we are.
- "be my friend, be my friend!" like zombies.

forgiveness, as idiots.

Hey! Guess!
Nobody is going to do the job.

The record industry as we know it is dead and buried, but the new factory is fumes. Still do not know how we are going to draw blood, but they are going crazy for new ideas and eventually succeed.

Especially if we choose to remain a ...

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