This is a pump ... Ich bin ein Berliner ... who sang about a human being summers ago, creating an incomprehensible need to move the (usually runaway) buttocks lots and lots of people. King Africa , I think was called undesirable.
Finally, there is no question of speaking of such item and even less of his musical output (do not know whether perpetrated something else besides the aforementioned ditty). No. Today it's talk of accelerating VLADIVOSTOK Race Modes to success, fame, fortune and blablabla.
we closed the previous post referring to the March 20 concert at the Sala mode, and anticipated, as the April 17 would return to play in the Chamber Zeta. And it was. This concert was made in the II Contest Zeta Chamber groups, where we passed the sabers a little less than twenty-preset-bands, from which four finalists: Modes, hours lost and The Impeccable Freak for choice. So, and playing in pairs (the Hours lost to us, The Impeccable with Freak for choice) we reached the final, held in two parts, 15 and 22 May.
must say that in that contest prizes were not bad, and, above all, no such constraints 'edge-of-age-half-of-group' (moment of great shame when Hans realized that Modes NO might occur in a particular event of this sort. Recon).
Well, that, that the jury was meeting yesterday, discussed, and we awarded the Second Prize . The first was to FfCh, a band a few type Sober or so, maybe more sugar cane. It is the second time that we come to a competition and final results. Last time I went along with Heroes del Silencio, and a band Ferroban Teruel Acolla from which one can only say that they were all very ugly (and his music is absolutely uninteresting.) It was the regional final competition of Radio Cadena (which had been Radio Popular) and if I remember correctly, at the national level, won the band then Coque Malla. I remember we got a cup I believe, is Michel at home. This time the thing was over, how to say?, Int € r € $ € ant. We are closer to the recording of new studio material Modes, gentlemen.
But those performances have been just two of the four Modes have been made since the March 20 date. Another took place in The Prohibition, last thursday May 13. It was a nice concert in a very desirable, with an owner, Patxi, more Basque than the host and as such noble, clear and nice. Rang, as I have said, well, before an audience a bit low (as of Thursday night I just do not see it). We sounded good and were comfortable. And as we were caught in flour, we got to the neck: next Thursday (twenty) play in the English .
I find it hard to explain what is that place for which there are Zaragotham . Simply, this is a pretty big room (and some pretty good soundtrack and a good technician) Dark wood lined with velvet sofases (spent) separaditas areas with small carved wooden fences ... and that smell. Come on, what comes to be a quasi-brothel. At one time, twenty years ago, was the site cool. Today is terrifying. Simply.
Nights at the local run, basically, to the rhythm of cumbia, merengue and similar materials, marinating with such rhythmic sounds and the attempts by others to cuddle up strongly, among which are drunk as many balls as possible. Thus ... What the hell does a Power Pop band in such a place? Moreover, why did we start playing at 01.30 in the morning?. I feared for my life when I was up on stage to cut the rate guitarrazos distorted approximations of meat, really. There everything was about to catch Zeus horn (or, rather, cut low), so what could we give?
I think the most surreal gig I've done in my life deserves a brief story:
a) We went to ride at 23.30. Local, at 00.00: empty. Neither God. Five waitresses, a Latina, three blondes boat, a Slav. All boredom faced, except one, the blonde from the bar on the right, which was nice. Six waiters in ties and vest. Intense look brothel.
b) First Occurrence: they, not below fifty. They and some, mostly fat.
c) Background music: all sorts of diverse Latino and sort.
d) We, 'C hen started? " The room: "I hope people get '. At 01.25 they let us go.
e) In the meantime, the place is filled with types impossible. Among others, a chubby type Osuna total reaping sticks to us and very bad jokes. Also a group with a double Evo Morales, dressed in shorts and white sleeveless shirt and then danced about asking some El Ultimo de La Fila . But ESPECIALLY in the front row, hitting a long boat, a couple. He, no less than 70, she, no less than 65 misled, fat and leopardizada, very intoxicated by alcohol, leaving your Cubata next to my pedal board, with a remarkable risk of electrocution (mine) until one saves me a Camata almost certain death.
f) Sensational shelling the sensation of issues to the absolute apathy of the crowd, except a call girl to be too young, mostly Latino, nice smile (no kidding) and partial problems with the scale, which follows the chorus and dance something. In the room, three friends. The rest, faces a sea of \u200b\u200bindecipherable but not much interested
g) We made a show of 20 songs for stopped playing I do not know what to do , the last, because at the end of Midnight , penultimate, cried mightily 'Hasta Siempre, Hispano' , and take a sack .
h) The only reflection: Beatles is foguearon Kaiserkeller in Hamburg, which was exactly the same only 50 years ago and in German ...
not get pictures because the implement blogger will not let me today, and happened to keep postponing the publication. Well, so we having fun between general and particular debacle. Be good.
