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Vox Hunt: Play It Again!

Video: Show us a music video you'd gladly watch over and over again.

relax, take it easy - mika

when i needed some peace of mind, this song came to me and changed my perspective completely. the remix by tony moran is bloody fantastic! the concept art (designed by the composer and the brit design studio airside) used in the video is an extension of the little universe mika showed to us in the album cover and thought the lyrics don't need that much of a graphical support to portray that feeling that everything will turn out alright before long, i simply can't stop watching and listening!

oh, pues...

ahora ya entiendo a mamá cuando nos mudábamos y a mi se me ocurría invitar amigos a la casa: entre cajas que parecían no acabarse, vivíamos. ya en mi depa y con más de un mes ahí, no termino de acomodar tanta trinche revista que he juntado y mis cajas ay' siguen y ¡hoy tengo visitas! (O_O) *cara de horror* qué pena que me da... madre *rostro serio*, disculpa por aquellas veces, de veras... (._.)

mañas

me lavo los dientes en la regadera y mi cepillo siempre acaba al lado de la computadora; there's fucking nothing like a boing de tamarindo when you're in the need of something tangy (siendo yo, éso pasa tojours); uso doble ropa interior cuando siento frío; me purga cuando me hablan y ven que tengo audífonos; envidio a los que hablan japonés o griego ¬_¬; los pasamanos del metro y metrobús son mi escenario...

am i famous? haha!

oreos+avocado=happytummy

i never really though that the lame "oreos+avocado" video would ever reach yonder than my hi5 profile and my puny youtube account. but alas... victim of an unphatomable boredom when i was supposed to be asleep, i googled my pseudonim and found out that this effing video of me & Dan is actually posted on turkish and spaniard sites! omg, wtf! guess they can tell what's rubbish when they see it. and here it is. i should know better and don't google myself in a loooong time. *snort*

bidding

i don't really know where to start saying goodbye. i feel as if i'm reading a book from its end, not even looking at the prologue. is to enunciate a farewell with neither substance nor memories to follow it. my gerunds are more than before and they always come back to me as if they orbited me in function of my own capricious schemes. along with you, i refrained from finding new sensations, only to see how words could turn into a lethargy, where my feelings were simply found drowning, eventually. i never could find the context on every chance we had together; my intentions crashed like rain in an invisible wall. how to dedicate forsaken lyrics to you when my own didn't make any difference? it is so hard to end something that never started in the first place...

en el *muca-roma*...

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billy's balloon

se está exhibiendo el arca de neón: la obra plástica colectiva de varios artistas locales, que se enfocan en el arte urbano con grandes influencias de cultura pop inglesa y arte gráfico contemporáneo japonés. pondré el listado de los expositores que más me gustaron pronto; de mientras, anexo unos videitos (middle dog gets angry) que me llamaron la atención sobremanera. el muca se presta para este tipo de exposiciones y ya era hora de ensalzar lo que este tipo de arte es en una ciudad como la nuestra. los muros de toda la galería están en blanco y pese a que las obras saltan a la vista y tienen buena iluminación, me quedé con ganas de ver más al igual que mario y dorian. en cuanto tenga los datos, edito todos los enlaces para que puedan verlos bien. entre tanto, unas fotos también.

what's on my head

i've got to admit it: my phone with the music thingy function feels old. blimey, feels like rubbish, actually. though the sound's really neat, i have to update it continuously according to my wavy musical tastes and i lost the effing usb cord to do so... *sigh*

thankfully, this hasn't stopped me from putting onto it some new files; the computers at work (macs with bluetooth) have helped loads on this matter. but it isn't as many times as i'd want to. i want an iPod, and i want it now. ¬_¬ but hey, the ruddy phone still works fantastically and i love the stereo widening function it has. between commuting, lunch breaks, flash animations, seemingly endless changes from clients, a whole lot of emails and web programming at home, my music library has increased greatly this past month; here are my personal reviews of what i've been listening as of late.

mika - life in cartoon motion

first of all, the one who's taught me new songs that have become classics for me. the pop world might be all gleeful, cooing 'n' cross-eyed over this flamboyant skinny bloke with extended tail-feathers, as if it were shaken suddenly from a slumber, but the arrival of such a character was in fact always inevitable. he's an unlikely but traceable amalgamation of random pop culture explosions from the past few years--two parts Paulo Nutini, one part Kemal from Big Brother, a dash of Daphne & Celeste, a barrel measure of Scissor Sisters, and another pinch of post-ironic dancing to Elton John at the Students' Union gone midnight. 'tis no secret that the uk has a weakness for pretty-boy singer songwriters either--he fits in there too, in that he's about to stick its index finger in the socket and pour it a drink. give it twelve months and you might be taking out a restraining order--Mika will split opinion--but his quasi-soul falsetto is unbelievable, that much is immediately obvious. there are moments nearing syrupy Feeling-esque normalcy (take My Interpretation), but those aside it's high camp insatiability all the way. there so happens to be a hint of Freddie Mercury’s theatricality in the voice, and in Big Girl he's even written a modern day Fat Bottomed Girls. Lollipop is Jake Shears leading the Jackson 5, Love Today is the missing link between the Bee Gees and Village People and Relax, Take It Easy is a chilled Pet Shop Boys in a tangy soft drink. Too cheesy to be an instant classic on the mainstream, perhaps, but this is just the brand of subversive eccentricity Robbie has failed miserably to achieve over his past few albums. the freshness of the album is strikingly welcome while the soundscape is almost palpable. i've got almost all the record on the mobile to take it along. so, come on now and tell me that this isn't appealing at all would doubtlessly question your musical openness.

marie antoinette - original soundtrack

second, comes the soundtrack of a movie i've heard about loads of times but hadn't had the chance to see. that the attention to detail is astounding and that Dunst is on her best role yet... and that the film didn't survive to the hype around it. Coppola's latest happens to be a visual exercise of pristine conditions, beautiful scenery and near perfect cinematography, but these elements do not quite make up for the utterly failed narrative. shame, as her previous works have a story that reaches conspicuously beyond the screen. and yes, the music will be out of place for the purists, in a film of colourful renaissance of the French royal epithome and scandalous decadence. but it works. it actually does summon that air of divinity we attribute to our rockstars. Marie Antoinette was the first one, technically. imagine a Britney Spears in the xxvii century with all the wigs and overdressed rendez-vous and--wait... well, yeah; Britney Spears as queen of the French Empire: from the people's unconditional acclaim to the guillotine.  ranging from The Cure to Air, the kudos go to the team behind picking up each piece to blend into the film. just imagine such a job: selecting music from a myriad of composers to score a movie. blimey... absolutely, this is a must-have/listen/download.

28dayslater

28

creepily atmospheric with gothic-electronic soundscapes in a seemingly never ending crecendo, John Murphy's compositions for the pseudo-indie films begun by Danny Boyle, 28 Days and Weeks Later portray an obscure alternative to a post 9|11 western world afflicted by an infectious disease that devastates England, powerful enough to generate a pandemic of catastrophic consequences. Murphy's ability to conjure the psychological tension of the plot, adds boldness to the graphical cruelty and he delivers fantastically. and it's his work that makes the films go round, as some scenes are rather slow. pieces by Brian Eno and Grandaddy are also extremely commendable.

Rihanna

Confessions

next two are very commercial and so unlike most of my tastes... Rihanna's catchy and unusual voice is mixed with a great production team behind and the album cover's really sexy, ought to admit; Please Don't Stop the Music employs samples of Michael Jackson's former work in Bad; while Umbrella's got simple and appealing lyrics with a rather unique synth programming for an r&b song; the whole record comes full circle, but my personal favourites are these two. and forth comes the queen, no question about it. despite all the controversy (which my morbid mind finds quite attractive) and hype round her, i've got to reckon her albums are really worth listening. and for a recorded live show, the performance on The Confessions Tour is unparalleled to what i've heard of her in the past, even when i had the privilege of attending her Reinvention concert in the Air Canada Centre back in 2004 (oh, those were the days!). my picks from this remarkable event are Like A Virgin (the new arrangements are brilliant and impeccable) and the best song of all is Confessions, when she comes into scene in a  giant multi-mirrored cross...

goddammit, i want an iPod! dunno how long would i have to endure updating my music player, when i could all my music in one place. the dominican guy has got to pay me already!

ya en la oficina...

con sendos ojos masacrados por la nefasta costumbre de dormirse a deshoras, Ricardo arriba a la casona que llama "oficina"... disfruta el escuchar cómo el piso de madera rechina a cada paso que da. la jefa llega tarde y él ya no se siente culpable por haber llegado a las ocho y cuarto, y hace nota mental de acordarse de lo poco puntal que ella puede ser "para cuando lo le sirva", mientras espera a que la máquina deje su escándalo para que él, ansioso, pueda empinarse esa tasa de amarguras con mascabado disuelto que le sienta tan bien. y es sentado frente a su máquina, en el otrora vacío sótano e inmerso en pop británico, que se pone a escribir cierto mensaje mañanero, con la ayuda del poco aire citadino que se cuela por la ventana abierta de incógnito. sus ojos le pesan...

blimey

Keane

The Sun Ain't Gonna Shine (Anymore)

i was thinking of posting this short and rather little story about *censor blip* and a *yet another one* when in between office emails, a big chocolate donut (courtesy of the fancy café just en face de my office) with my steaming morning (and mourning) coffee and not that much work to do today, found a great record. whole. online and available to download. just when i was wondering whenever Keane's releasing a new album, and here it is! directly from England. will buy it when in comes here, though, even if its an import. the arrangements are not as elaborated as in utis, but that doesn't matter much, for the lyrics and great interpretations make up for it. wholly commendable! now, if i could only wipe out this huge chocolate stain from the keyboard... *ricardo pics up a piece of cloth and scrubs madly*

alegría

sus ojos se abren a la quietud que le permite ver el mundo de madrugada. no se escucha movimiento por la ventana y pareciera que al sol le cuesta mostrarse. suspira. la ausencia de ese trinar de aves que recuerda de sus años de primaria se vuelve evidente. y lo lamenta. un ténue hilo de luz ámbar por debajo de la puerta entre los grises azulados de su habitación le devuelven la pesadez de levantarse a semejante hora. sentándose un momento, piensa en aquellos quienes le importan. los verdaderamente especiales. sólo le toma diez, doce segundos recordarles; los tiene bien contados y con el empuje que ellos le dan sin estar ahí, se levanta. el baño, el vestirse, el aseo se dan por mera inercia. le gustaría tener música de fondo mientras se prepara, pero sabe que no hay tiempo; le ha costado un poco elegir qué ponerse pues le molesta sobremanera sentirse retrato: "mañas maternas seguro", piensa. lo que necesita es sentir ese viento nuevo y ponerse a caminar. nada le sienta mejor. el estómago le hace obvia su inconformidad y pareciera no importarle. camina y canta. el binomio es un tanto natural, pues lleva tiempo haciéndolo; poco a poco se fue despojando de esa vergüenza que le hacía bajar la voz cada que veía a alguien dentro del rango que alcanzan sus entonados trotes. el ritmo a otros inaudible es el que lleva sus pies. dos tres, dos tres... puede hasta saltar y no perder la sincronía ni el suelo y mucho menos el orgullo. el que tenga que aguardar a que la luz pase a verde no significa que no se mueva. el guardia de la estación no puede evitar sentirse frustrado al verle disfrutar algo tan sencillo como esperar a que el camión llegue. sin libros de por medio ni nadie a "quiénecharleojo". no comprende qué le mueve a estar así. "seguramente a nadie le debe, no le preocupan las cosas y hasta duerme en paz", se dijo mientras su berrinche se reducía a un rechinido de dientes. no importa qué tan largo sea el trayecto, pero hoy para su pena, no tiene que recorrer mucho porque siempre aprovecha el par de cuadras que ha de cruzar para aprenderse esa nueva canción que le encanta. mide sus distancias por canciones escuchadas. ya cerca de dónde tiene que llegar, es como si los árboles despertaran estirándose y meciendo sus ramas, saludándole. "hola", le dicen. la fuente aún está apagada y mientras sigue sin detenerse, se da cuenta de todo lo que pasa, incluso del perro que se le acerca por la izquierda. y sonríe. no porque acaba de recitar la nueva estrofa completa y de memoria o porque el aire huele a que lloverá en la tarde: es de ésas sonrisas que vienen de recuerdos aprimaverados, los libros que repite o por sus ansias otoñales. la que esboza es tan incomprendida como falta de toda consumeración. es su forma de dar gracias. de que dentro de su ingénua y envidiada psique, la vida es buena por donde se le vea. que pese a que el conformismo no se le da, se sabe feliz porque tiene lo que necesita; todo lo que sus ojos encuentran le produce gusto y no tiene porqué pedir más. respira hondo y sin miedo a tropezar, cierra los ojos.
hoy, un "buenos días" no le resulta suficiente...