Like the good old days! Hosting January 1st by launching a bucket of water out the window along with the Cuban friends: it it was time that had not happened, and finally I missed it. It was a lovely party, a vortex, until dawn, despite the warm 10 ° outside, plus the unexpected gift to find there Patxi , dancing like a kid despite his knee foam resulted there by a friend in straw hat. Competitions
añejos cubazuéliens rums, dance and decadence, Queridos amigos here and elsewhere, the year 2010 started well, really.
And then five days later, the disappearance of Lhasa leaves me shaky, empty, sad. Want to hear new songs from her to see her sing on stage (it is said so tiny and so intense), continue to discover over time. I would imagine not.
Ten years her voice with me, rooted in my life, La Llorona passing loop in the summer of 1999 on the deck of the family living room, with neighbors and friends in Chile recently met The Living road taken in Berlin at reunion with the Eagle, and this last album I did not know and I discover only now .
And then five days later, the disappearance of Lhasa leaves me shaky, empty, sad. Want to hear new songs from her to see her sing on stage (it is said so tiny and so intense), continue to discover over time. I would imagine not.
Ten years her voice with me, rooted in my life, La Llorona passing loop in the summer of 1999 on the deck of the family living room, with neighbors and friends in Chile recently met The Living road taken in Berlin at reunion with the Eagle, and this last album I did not know and I discover only now .
I listen, warm voice that envelops and warms me, calms me, so familiar. Lu
a Blog Quebecois testimony that his disappearance makes me even more vivid:
" She was 23. Me too. In his small apartment ill-lit street Clark, we talked about music. Of his, that of Tom Waits, gypsies and Violeta Parra. We had discovered a common interest in the poetry of Vladimir Vysotsky. She smiled constantly
a melancholy smile. Tight-lipped, secretive. His laugh was deep and loud as his voice rich, ethereal glow. His silences were frequent. Wise, thoughtful. An old soul in terms of mischievous girl forever. As his mysterious past. Diaphanous. Wild. I fell in love. I'm still stuck. "
For those who do not know yet, some links to listen to Violeta, shattering ( Run run and Volver a los 17 ), and the flayed Vissotsky ( Nothing will , French and Russian , or it the street from his childhood. And all others too).
And besides, thinking of Lhasa, this song Vissotsky, The end of the ball :
a Blog Quebecois testimony that his disappearance makes me even more vivid:
" She was 23. Me too. In his small apartment ill-lit street Clark, we talked about music. Of his, that of Tom Waits, gypsies and Violeta Parra. We had discovered a common interest in the poetry of Vladimir Vysotsky. She smiled constantly
a melancholy smile. Tight-lipped, secretive. His laugh was deep and loud as his voice rich, ethereal glow. His silences were frequent. Wise, thoughtful. An old soul in terms of mischievous girl forever. As his mysterious past. Diaphanous. Wild. I fell in love. I'm still stuck. "
For those who do not know yet, some links to listen to Violeta, shattering ( Run run and Volver a los 17 ), and the flayed Vissotsky ( Nothing will , French and Russian , or it the street from his childhood. And all others too).
And besides, thinking of Lhasa, this song Vissotsky, The end of the ball :
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