I've always liked doing versions of songs that move me. I yield to the urgency of appropriating them. Justify this act with false humility, arguing that learning something, but it's a lie: the truth is that I need to steal the music and make it a skin in which I will introduce my own gut, my juices, guts and moods. If the music that exudes these songs have some value I have to say no.
why now Ghosts?
does it make sense to tell?
do not know. Just know that when you return to Mexico City I met another Once that was not work and had to disassemble it, throw it unusable and reinvent reinvented it, and having the guts displayed by the self-inflicted in such tremendous goring bulls, went to greet my ghosts. Each and every one. Some are hugged
, other diernon me want to skin them. I was often embarrassed.
I guess the self-help books suggest to make peace with them.
Screw them. Anyway
some back and at least remember their faces because they use my same glasses.
The confusion made me fantasize about reviving a dead band and kill a project that will live as long as I live, but what is dead is of worms and what is alive he has no choice but to live even as a ghost.
For formal note here that the original version is from Japan and is in the disk Tin Drum.
Ghosts - Exocet
