Undedo Dixit

2008-10-29T00:55:00.000-06:00

In Hitler Moves East, former SS officer Paul Carell records a bizarre scene from the bitterly cold winter of 1941 on the eastern front. At Ozarovo a rearguard of the German 3rd Rifle Regiment came across a group of Russian troops standing motionless in waist-deep snow. On investigating, they found that the Soviets, horses and men, had frozen to death where they stood:

Over on one side was a soldier, leaning against the flank of his horse. Next to him a wounded man in the saddle, one leg in a splint, his eyes wide open under iced-up eyebrows, his right hand still gripping the dishevelled mane of his mount. The second lieutenant and the sergeant slumped forward in their saddles, their clenched fists still gripping their reins. Wedged in between two horses were three soldiers: evidently they had tried to keep warm against the animals' bodies. The horses themselves were like the horses on the plinths of equestrian statues — heads held high, eyes closed, their skin covered with ice, their tails whipped by the wind, but frozen into immobility.

Lance Corporal Tietz couldn't take photos because "the view-finder froze over with his tears" and the shutter refused to work. "The god of war was holding his hand over the infernal picture," Carell writes. "It was not to become a memento for others."

Por lo visto no naci en un buen dia.

2008-10-28T23:16:00.000-06:00

1268 - Conradin, the last legitimate male heir of the Hohenstaufen dynasty of Kings of Germany and Holy Roman Emperors, is executed along with his companion Frederick I, Margrave of Baden by Charles I of Sicily, a political rival and ally to the hostile Roman Catholic church.

1390 - First trial for witchcraft in Paris.

1618 - English adventurer, writer, and courtier Sir Walter Raleigh is beheaded for allegedly conspiring against James I of England.

1665 - Battle of Ambuila, where Portuguese forces defeated the forces of the Kingdom of Kongo and decapitated king Antonio I of Kongo, also called Nvita a Nkanga..

1859 - Spain declares war on Morocco.

1901 - In Amherst, Massachusetts nurse Jane Toppan is arrested for murdering the Davis family of Boston with an overdose of morphine.

1901 - Capital punishment: Leon Czolgosz, the assassin of US President William McKinley, is executed by electrocution.

1913 - Floods in El Salvador kill thousands.

1929 - The New York Stock Exchange crashes in what will be called the Crash of '29 or "Black Tuesday," ending the Great Bull Market of the 1920s and beginning the Great Depression.

1941 - Holocaust: In the Kaunas Ghetto over 10,000 Jews are shot by German occupiers at the Ninth Fort, a massacre known as the "Great Action".

1948 - Safsaf massacre

1956 - Suez Crisis begins: Israel forces invade the Sinai Peninsula and push Egyptian forces back toward the Suez Canal.

1998 - Hurricane Mitch, the second deadliest Atlantic hurricane in history, made landfall in Honduras.

1998 - The Gothenburg nightclub fire in Sweden claims 63 lives and injures 200.

1999 - A large cyclone devastates Orissa, India.

2002 - Ho Chi Minh City ITC Inferno, a fire destroys a luxurious department store with 1500 people shopping. Over 60 people died and over 100 are missing. It is the deadliest disaster in Vietnam during peacetime.

2005 - 28 October 2005 Delhi bombings kill more than 60.

Today.. bis

2008-10-28T23:07:00.001-06:00

Al menos no esta tan mal mi vida.

Today in 1942, a 2-man german patrol is walking through a farm near Novgorod after it was shelled, looking for russian resistance fighters. The pair has been on constant recon duty for the last 30 hours, and are becoming extremely on-edge from the lack of sleep and the constant threat of russian suprise attacks in this frozen wasteland. they happen across a small shack with 2 dead horses, 1 dead cow, and 1 unidentifiable mass that looks like it took a near-direct hit from an 88MM shell lying amongst the craters. thinking the tiny cottage a likely place for a resistance cell, they investigate. there on the dirt floor they find a man and his wife huddled together. Emaciated and hypothermic, with naught but a large canvas sack keeping them from the russian winter, they are nearing death. the patrolmen remain on edge with guns drawn, expecting an ambush. slowly the russian man notices the intruders and, recognizing their uniforms, leaps to his feet and begins to assualt one of the soldiers. he works his frail arms with the last of his strength as his shrunken fists glance off the soldier's frame, as he shouts all the while in russian that the twisted blob outside is their 7-year old son, who was reduced to red mist and fragmented chunks before their eyes as they all dove for cover in the shelling. the soldier is filled with a mixture of pity and revulsion at these pathetic untermenschen, until the russian man knees him in the crotch. at that point the soldier and his friend lose all ties to sanity and the madness that had been brewing in them for the last day and a half takes hold. the soldier who had been struck threw the man to the ground, shattering his wasted-away hip in the process, and instructed his compatriot to keep the pair on the ground at gunpoint while was gone. stepping out of the shack, the soldier strides over to the uprooted fence and cuts 4 lengths of barbed wire out. returning, he places the pair on their stomachs, looking at each other, and binds their hands and feet with the stuff, making sure to pierce their paper-thin flesh at every opportunity. The soldiers begin with the man, beating every inch of him they can find, and cutting off just enough fingers to ensure he stays awake and in pain. they shatter his bones. they take an eyeball. It would have been both, but for the soldier's partner suggesting they leave one in so the man could see what happened next. Next, of course, referred to the woman. to call her rape brutal is to call a solar flare a power surge. no orifice was spared, and the soldiers took a mad glee in their work, sodomizing and penetrating her withered body until they were satisfied. As they prepared to leave, the assaulted soldier took one had one more cruel surprise in store. Whispering curses into the man's ear for his brash mouth against the Wermacht's finest, he promised him he would never be afforded that opportunity again, and slashed his throat with the edge of his spade. The soldiers gone, the man lay looking into the eyes of his sobbing bride, struggling and gasping, trying to get one last "I love you" out before the blood loss got to him. With a final, desperate gurgle his body went slack, and the life continued to pour from his throat. the woman lay sobbing uncontrollably for hours, wishing for an end to her existence. little did she know, that end was coming sooner than she thought. Night was coming, and the local wolves hadn't eaten in weeks.

Today...

2008-10-28T23:00:00.002-06:00

Hoy fue mi cumpleaños, consumí heroína en la mañana, ya llevaba tiempo sin hacerlo, pero que mas da, la aspire temprano porque tenia que ir a ver a mi madre para comer, ocultando mis ojos tras lentes oscuros, en vez de felicitaciones recibí regaños por no seguir las instrucciones del psiquiatra, me fui sin acabar mi comida, nadie mas me felicito el día de hoy.

Intente salir con una chica y me rechazaron con un típico "al rato te hablo" así que me quede con dos botellas de vino tinto para mi, ahorita solo queda media.

La vida es tan mierda... al menos solo quedan 9 cumpleaños mas.

Defined by Age

2007-10-25T21:24:00.000-05:00

Sabado 27 de Octubre Bar Grotesk http://www.myspace.com/bar_groteskbr
Dj Set
Jhony Witch
Lord Escoria (choquis!!)
Mierda de perro
Juan Zorrita (por la incognita)
Va a haber pastel gorrones!

Here Today, Gone Tomorrow

2007-03-20T20:26:00.000-06:00

Bueno pues regreso a internet despues de un tiempo de ausencia,me canso todo, la gente, las platicas nada nuevo bajo el sol y pues que es un blog mas que un lugar para quejas inutiles.

Hablando de quejas, ya no se que hacer no me dan ganas de salir por las noches de sábado, todo es igual el lugar que frecuento esta lleno de merodeadores, me siento como un mico tras mis barrotes plateados esperando un cacahuate de ellos. No quiero ser una jodida decoracion,la culpa es de la dulcificacion de los playlist supongo yo, no hay mas que new wave del mas cutre y digerible, música pseudo oscura y electro disfrazado de industrial y pues obviamente esos sonidos atraen a idiotas que se quieren sentir parte de algo y por consecuencia me siento alienado, ya se soy un chiquillo al pensar así, pero esa sensacion de que te quitan algo tuyo es fea. C'est la vie =(

Our time has been......and will be again

2006-10-09T00:03:00.000-05:00

Hoy fue domingo de lagunilla, mucho sol, mucha gente,pocas cosas interesantes... solo sali con un 10" de Death in June. Es una lastima que ya no queden mas discos interesantes... ojala encuentre algo el proximo domingo.

How We Burn
Why Keep Scum From Knowing?
32 Creases
Shot in The Dark
A Flame Across The Sea
We're Going Down in History

One is the number....Anonymous in glory...

2006-10-01T17:12:00.000-05:00

Hoy fue un buen dia, dia de ir a la lagunilla a buscar cosas que comprar para llenar el vacio espiritual... y tuve suerte, consegui el LP The World that Summer de Death June, una edicion con dos 12" y flores bordadas en la portada por solo 250 pesos.

Your breakfast's going cold and your routine's getting old

2006-09-27T05:26:00.000-05:00

Estoy sentado, sigo sin descansar, la cerveza y las almendras que como saben a cantina barata, joder no se puede ganar una cosa sin perder otra, la vida es una curiosa mezcla entre la nostalgia y la (des)esperanza.....

Soft Cell me habla como si fuera un viejo amigo... parece que me conocen mas que cualquier persona.

I think it's time to cook a meal
To fill the emptiness I feel
Spent my money going out
I've nothing I'm left without
Clean my teeth and comb my hair
Look for something new to wear
Start the nightlife over again
Kid myself I'm having fun

Nos volveremos a ver en las paginas, en las que aun me faltan.

Frustrante

2006-09-27T05:16:00.000-05:00

I have life
Ordinary life
I have car
A favourite bar
I have job
A moderate wage
I get the pains
That come with age

I am so ordinary

I have child
She goes wild
I have home
A mortgage of my own
I have hobby
But it's nothing very special
I do the garden
I watch girls

I am so ordinary

I have life
I have cage
I'm going bald
I want to tell the world
I've done nothing
I've achieved nothing
I work for a firm
But I want to burn it down
I am so ordinary

Frustration

I was born
One day I'll die
There was something in between
I don't know what
Or why
I'm a man
I want to break a rule
I am a nobody
Everybody's fool

No one Stands Me

2006-09-22T01:47:00.000-05:00

Esto se lo robe al yecal....

Una rola que me alegra el dia:

The Weirdos--I'm Not Like You

Una rola que te da el bajón:

The Mob--No Doves Fly Here

Una rola con la que se te antoje hacer desmadre:

D.I.--Pervert Nurse
Zodiac Killers---Throw Your Stereo
Half-Japanese--Fun Again

Una de ardidos:

Rudimentary Peni---Rotten to the Core
Agent Orange---No Such Thing

Una para ir caminando:

New Order---Blue Monday 88
Adolescents--Kids of the Black Hole

Una para ir en el coche:

Cualquiera de punk ramonero en espa?ol.

Una de amigos:

Black Flag--T.V Party

La cancion perfecta para coger:
The Gun Club--Sexbeat

Una que odies:
Todo lo electroso onda hocico,punkie de caricatura a la Casualties,todo lo que se autodenomine deathrock y se sientan zombies,el horror punk con cantantes gordos,nerds y virgenes. Y muchas mas cosas que no se nombres... a si el "indie" como death cab for cutie y demas mamadas "geek power".

Una que te averguence tener en CD:

Tengo un cd de coal chamber, de esos de intercambio escolar, no me averguenza porque no lo compre pero....

Una que te gustaria que te cantaran:

Ninguna

La que debieron escribir pensando en ti:

Angry Samoans---I'm a Pig
Dead Boys---(I Don't Wanna Be No) Catholic Boy

Con la que te sientes bien rebelde:

Social Distortion---Telling Them
The Dwarves--Fuck You Up and Get High
The Germs--What we do is Secret

La de ley para chupar:

Cualquiera

La cumbia inevitable:
Ni idea

La sobrevalorada:
Todo lo autodenominado Indie.

El exito pop que tarareas cuando nadie te escucha:

Igual que el yecal, la de kudai que no me se el nombre

La de la ducha:

F.A.N.T.A--Quiero ser tu Johnny Ramone

La que te recuerde a la secun:

Bauhaus--She's in parties
Christian Death el disco de Only Theatre of Pain

La que te dijeron que estaba rebuena y resulto ser una mamada:

Eat Your Make up, el disco que salio hace poco.

La que te hace subir el volumen un 40% para interrumpir la platica cuando cantas los coros moviendo la cabeza y haciendo como que tocas la bateria ante los ojos de reproche de los demas:

The Germs--Richie Dagger's Crime
D.I.--Richard Hung Himself
Death in June--Death of the West
Adolescents--No Way
AnticonceptivaSS---Punk no es Amor
Iggy Pop--Cry for Love
JFA--Out of School
Cualquiera de Manic Hispanic.

La canción con la que hartas a la gente:

Adolescents--No Way

La que te hace suspirar:

The Prids--Glide,Scream
Joy Division--Isolation

La que te recuerda a -esa- persona especial:
Ninguna

Para viajar:

Cualquiera de Gun Club

Escoge la ultima:

Geschlecht Akt--Libido Twist

Extras:

La que te recuerda tu verdadera virtud:

Subhumans--Parasites

Para antes de dormir:

Twisted Nerve--Medusa

Para la lluvia:
UK Decay--Unexpected Guest
Killing Joke---Madness
Death in June--All alone in her Nirvana

Unexpected Guest

2006-09-08T04:39:00.000-05:00

We realized what we'd got...there was a movement -there. We d also done an interview with Steve Keaton in Belgium when "Unexpected Guest" came out and he d foreseen this - it s gonna be a movement and we re going "nah, we'll be gone in six months". He said you've got to get a name for it, it s not punk, it s not dance, or alternative or New Pop or mod...and I remember saying we re into The whole Gothic Thing ...and we sat there laughing about how we should have gargoyle shaped records and only play churches. Course he put it all in the interview, comic strip writer that he was. For six months everything went quiet, then when the album came out everyone was asking, what s this Gothic thing you re into? And it s a total joke! I've still got the interview this girl from Harrow gave me and just seeing this little word mentioned once in a whole interview...

That s why to me bands like Sisters Of Mercy are a total joke...having seen Blood & Roses ten years ago I don t see them as anything of substance, it s just a big facade hidden behind black clothes and scowling. Listening to the records, fine, but all this about getting off being part of a scene and a following,..shit...especially as at that time we were at the hub of it and never contrived anything.

All the bands at the end - like Southern Death Cult, got offered a big deal and Ian came round and said We've been offered a 100,000 deal, I don't want it, he was very shrewd because in a very short space of time he'd realized that as soon as he stepped into that big label monster his future was gone, basically. They might sell a lot of records but what they'd have to do for it wouldn't have been very enjoyable. I was actually rehearsing with Billy Duffy and had written four or five songs and we couldn't get on, that's how him and Ian got together to form Death Cult, who I thought were really exciting and would go on to big things. If they'd told me they would go on to be a straightforward rock/heavy metal band Id have been amazed!

-Abbo-

Hoy me toca pinchar en el under, noche vampirica, joder. Pondran "gotico" se sentiran parte de algo que en realidad era broma,chiste local. Se emocionaran con Sisters of Mercy sin preocuparse que habia antes, a que sonaba lo de antes. La vida es bella =(

And all I gotta say is the kids don't care.

2006-09-06T03:53:00.000-05:00

Otra vez sin poder dormir, oyendo musica, pensando. 95% de la gente es mierda* -don't you say- ya se que es algo arbitrario de mi parte inventar estadisticas, pero es mi blog y estoy de humor para generalizar.

A ese 95% solo le interesas cuando necesita algo de uno, ya sea dinero,compa?ia,platica,favores etc y cuando uno deja de ser util es desechado, ser desechable es una sensacion interesante; ser el sabor del mes llena tu medidor de attention whore pero cuando acaba es dificil de asimilar. Supongo que este post es para decirles que les den por culo, de manera cobarde e impersonal (como yo) cobarde e impersonal como la forma en la que se deshacen de ti, una coreografia de hipocresia y mentiras, de lastima y preocupacion, uno necesita expiar sus culpas y el otro llenar un vacio. Simbiotico y enfermizo. La autodestruccion deja un sabor agridulce, como personaje de novela francesa de esas que no me gusta leer, carajo serian mas sutiles si te regalaran un espejo con esos libros.

As minutes tick away.... and days become years
I know this old feeling, it's a substance in my tears

*cliche

Fading

2006-09-05T22:20:00.000-05:00

I Wanna Rock

2006-08-15T00:41:00.000-05:00

Si, haciendo sudar a las nenas como costumbre.

DEATH OF A MAN.

2006-08-14T22:52:00.000-05:00

A falta de fotolog para satisfacer mi necesidad de atencion.

We Need More Power

2006-08-02T02:53:00.000-05:00

Soy un ateo de las letras y de mi mismo.

Pity you!

2006-07-24T01:02:00.000-05:00

Asi ha sido mi vida esta ultima semana.

Tried to find my sock
No good it's lost
Something's gone wrong again
Need a shave
Cut myself need a new blade
Something's gone wrong again
And again and again and again again and
Something's gone wrong again
Something's gone wrong again

Tried to fry an egg
Broke the yolk no joke
Something's gone wrong again
Look at my watch just to tell the time
But the hand's come off mine
Something's gone wrong again
Something's gone wrong again
And again and again and again again and
Something's gone wrong again
Something's gone wrong again

Nothing ever happens to people like us
'Cept we miss the bus
Something goes wrong again
Need a smoke use my last 50p
But the machine is broke
Something's gone wrong again
Something goes wrong again
And again and again and again again and
Something goes wrong again
Something goes wrong again

Something goes wrong again
And again and again and again again and
Something goes wrong again
Something goes wrong again

Nothing ever happens to people like us
'Cept we miss the bus
Something goes wrong again
Need a smoke use my last 50p
But the machine is broke
Something goes wrong again
Something goes wrong again
And again and again and again again and
Something goes wrong again
Something goes wrong again

Turn up early in time for our date
But then you turn up late
Something goes wrong again
Need a drink go to the pub
But the bugger's shut
Something goes wrong again
Something goes wrong again
And again and again and again again and
Something goes wrong again
Ah something goes wrong again
Something goes wrong again
Something goes wrong again

Sit on my Face Stevie Nicks

2006-07-19T02:46:00.000-05:00

Pues si, fui a Puebla. Me toco pinchar en un bar petite, aca todo jipi y tratando de ser kitsch, ya saben jim morrison,zapata y rigo tovar is love; pura mierda.

La gente es agradable, me sorprendio que la ciudad solo es bonita cinco cuadras a la redonda del zocalo, lo demas es como que olvidado por dios, casi casi como indonesia o flipinas o como se llame ese lugar de los tsunamis. Recorri la ciudad, parece pelicula mejicana, la gente va a misa y luego a la plaza con la familia y todos traen su helado, me dio risa y miedo, la gente me veia raro ahi, pero no raro onda DF, si no con mala leche, que se jodan pueblerinos,como puse en mi post anterior yo soy un prejuicioso de mierda,un occidental obtuso, pero esa gente me gana, creen que pueden hacer un juicio de valores sobre ti solo porque van a misa NO ME JODAS.

La comida muuy barata, comida para dos personas con cervezas 204 pesos, DOSCIENTOSCUATRO joder me senti como britanico que vacaciona en guatemala. El viaje en autocar fue una mierda, bebes llorando,peliculas infantiles y asientos incomodos.

Eunuch Boy, Eunuch Boy.

2006-07-18T01:06:00.000-05:00

Que me robo una imagen de la pagina del under, bueno no es robo en si, pues salgo yo en la foto, pero como no tengo camara digital y las que me toman luego ni me las pasan pues pondre esta, ahi estaba haciendo gritar a las nenas.

La reina del rocanrrol

2006-07-18T00:39:00.000-05:00

Egolatra,histrionico,folclorico,negro y religioso. Ah si, ademas su papa era destilador de guisqui ilegal.

You Goddam Kids!

2006-07-12T00:27:00.000-05:00

Si caminas por aqui veras a mi amigo Sharpilin
Es un panky muy bajito y que tiene voz de pito
Cuando camina por la acera como si fuese una pantera
Te mira de medio lado siempre poniendo cara de malo

Sharpilin no come anfetas nunca consigue una receta
Solo come aspirinas que le roba a su prima
Se mete por las iglesias para ligarse a las viejas
Y te atiza en los morros si te ve fumando un porro

Sharpilin es un poco anormal
Siempre anda a hostias con el personal
Se mosquea con la gente porque le llaman deficiente

Sharpilin alucina muy mal Sharpilines un poco anormal.

Kill the Hippies!!!!

2006-07-11T22:43:00.000-05:00

Syd Barret murio hoy, ojala su agonia hubiera durado mas, pero murio solo y por la diabetes asi que sufrio y eso me satisface. Aun quedan 3 o 4 mas lelos de pink floyd, ojala sufran antes de morir.

These are not my tears

2006-07-11T03:31:00.000-05:00

And M.E. I eat dust
We're all so run down
I'd call it my death
But I'll only fade away
And I hate to fade alone
Now there's only M.E.

We were so sure
We were so wrong
Now it's over
But there's no one left to see
And there's no one left to die
There's only M.E.

Why should I care
Why should I try
Oh no, oh no

I turned off the pain
Like I turned off you all
Now there's only M.E.

I'm going to walk just where I choose

2006-07-10T04:25:00.000-05:00

Sigo sin poder dormir y para aprovechar el tiempo como galletas de avena y pienso en que ya me harte de la rutina, ayer sabado me toco pinchar musica; las mismas platicas de siempre, los mismos ruidos cada jodido sabado es un deja vu,necesito cambiar de aires ojala el viaje a puebla del proximo sabado -aunque sea de trabajo- sirva de algo aunque no creo.

Estoy tratando de no ser tan empatico, eso de sufrir como San Francisco de Asis al ver que la gente se autodestruye me va a causar una ulcera, si no es que ya tengo una, el sabado me hablo mi madre para nuestra reunion semanal, tuvo la descortesia de hablarme a las 8 am, -carajo a esa hora ni los campesinos estan despiertos- y ahi senti las primeras pataditas de mi ulcera, dios mio voy en via rapida al cementerio.

Volviendo a lo de puebla, sera la primera vez que paso una noche ahi, me imagino que como cualquier lugar de provincia sera aburrido y lleno de gente poco interesante que me vera feo y me dara de que hablar al regresar con mis amigos igual de obtusos e igual de citadinos que yo. Amo ser prejuicioso, me da tema de conversacion.

La vida de un occidental dogmatico es triste, pero al menos sonreire camino al cadalso; sere como Lacenaire meets Dorian Gray. Aunque eso de que hablen mal de ti en el Gentlemen's Club no me agradaria, al final del dia si me angustia lo que la gente piense de mi, yo creo que por eso hice este post, para sonar interesante aunque en realidad no diga nada.

Scream aloud
Words without meaning
You lack the gift of speech
But you suck like a leech
Scream aloud

High Fidelity

2006-07-06T04:26:00.000-05:00

Top 5 para madrugadas de insomnio

Echo & the Bunnymen - Bring on the Dancing Horses

The Au Pairs - It's Obvious

The Dispossessed - Fall Back in Time

Edith Piaff - Milord

The Urinals - Black Hole

I got no tears for you

2006-07-05T22:09:00.000-05:00

True sounds of liberty, una de las primeras bandas de Los angeles en mezclar punk, goth y rock de monstruos. Primero sacaron el wheatered statues un sencillo que nunca he podido conseguir, despues el Dance With Me su album mas famoso y mi favorito, en el 82 salieron en la peli esa de Suburbia. Cuando oi su segundo disco el Beneath the Shadows no supe que pensar porque en esa epoca no me gustaba la musica que tuviera sintetizadores y ese disco sonaba a synth punk, ya despues con el paso de los a?os le agarre el gusto aunque nunca supero al Dance With Me en mi lista de favoritos y ya no volvi a comprar discos de ellos, sus otras dos mierdas, Hit and Run y Revenge suenan a Guns N Roses y gracias a dios mi gusto musical no es tan malo, en esa epoca no habia ningun miembro del TSOL original, ahora Jack, el cantante regreso con TSOL, aunque no me he atrevido a comprar ni oir su nuevo disco.

Me quedo con TSOL de 1980

It's 1980 and things arn't so steady,
Now you've got four years to live.
Are you going to be the next one standing in the traffic line?
Well you better say your prayers son,
Because it's now or never.
You don't have to be their puppet boy,
You don't have to die.

Sooner or later you'll give it a try.
It's now or never to think of something to do with your life.
Sooner or later you'll give it a try.
It's now or never to think of something to do with your life.

It's 1980 and things arn't so steady,
Now you've got four years to live.
Are you going to be the next one standing in the traffic line?
Well you better say your prayers son,
Because it's now or never.
You don't have to be their puppet boy,
You don't have to die!

The eye receives the messages and sends them to the brain

2006-07-04T01:03:00.000-05:00

Gaye Advert ha sido mi amor platonico desde que vi una foto de ella en el flipside,ese maquillaje,esa mirada. Ella fue la primera mujer que intervino activamente en la escena punkie de londres,bajista de los Adverts, su sonido crudo hizo que le abrieran a The Damned apenas a 3 meses de haberse formado la banda, la cual no duro mas que 3 anyos pero al menos siempre tendre esas fotos de ella.

La anecdota de su nombre era interesante, pero mi mala memoria me traiciona y solo recuerdo que ese nombre se lo pusieron The Stranglers en la lista de invitados para que entrara a un concierto, era mas graciosa como la contaba Jean Jaques Burnel pero no tengo el fanzine a la mano y en google no viene.

Esto lo oi cuando fui a votar por MI, PERRAS!

2006-07-03T01:14:00.000-05:00

Standing in the line we're abberations
Defects in a defects' mirror
And we've been here all the time real fixations
Hidden deep in the furor
What we do is secret- secret!

We're influential guys for the D.C.C.
We can lie so perfect
And we've got a party line to every call
It's a very short circuit
What we do is secret- secret!

Licenced to drill with the torch in our lives
Walking on shallow water
Progressed to the point of no distinction
Dementia of a higher order
What we do is secret- secret!

No Virgins in Hollywood

2006-07-03T00:27:00.000-05:00

Estaba oyendo este disco y recorde la anecdota de como Eddie pago por el disco azul de The Adolescents, y en agradecimiento ellos hiceron la cancion Do the Eddie.

1-2 do the Eddie
Do the Eddie, do the Eddie
Do the Eddie,do the Eddie
Do the Eddie,do the Eddie
Hunch your shoulders,bulge your eyes
Jump Around don't ask why
Do the Eddie, do the Eddie
Do the Eddie,do the Eddie

Do the Eddie, do the Eddie
Do the Eddie,do the Eddie
Smoke a joint,play one note
Mike,Matt and the stupidiest song ever wrote
Do the Eddie, do the Eddie
Do the Eddie,do the Eddie

The best unrecorded band in the history of rock'n'roll

2006-07-02T21:05:00.000-05:00

Los Screamers junto con los Germs,Weirdos y los Dils formaron la primera ola del punk de L.A, lo que hacia unicos a los Screamers era que en vez de usar el combo guitarra,bajo ellos usaban un piano electrico Fender Rhodes todo fuzzeado apoyado por un sintetizador Arp Odessey,esa combinacion les daba un sonido increiblemente poderoso y mas oscuro comparado al de todas las leyendas del punk de su epoca.Ellos fueron el genesis del synthpunk, sonido que actualmente retoma Phantom Limbs y Lost Sounds.

Es una suerte que MVD vaya a sacar a la venta el dvd Live In San Francisco Sept. 2nd 1978, es un suenyo hecho realidad, ver y oir a los Screamers por primera vez con un sonido e imagen de gran calidad, ver a Tomata DuPlenty con su hipnotica presencia que definitivamente convierte a los Screamers en una banda de esas que cambian tu vida.

Everywhere I look I get pressure from my peers
Some of them are straight, some of them are queer
Some of them are black, some of them are white
Some of them are wrong and some of them are right

Boy was he sass

2006-07-01T15:44:00.000-05:00

Los germenes son una de mis bandas favoritas, puro punk lo-fi. Con sugar sugar le quitaron la dulzura a la cancion de los Archies,el crimen de Ritchie Dagger romantizo la vida criminal y con el LP de What We Do Is Secret me enamoraron de por vida. He pensado seriamente en hacerme mi Germs burn, ademas el azul cielo se me ve bien.

Darby Crash murio un dia antes que John Lennon. Una pena. Lo de Darby, digo.

Kids of the black hole

2006-06-29T23:29:00.000-05:00

Hoy estaba oyendo musica y empeze a recordar las bandas que cambiaron mi perspectiva musical e hicieron mi gusto musical aun mas malo, tambien ayudaron a que mi semi retrasado cerebro sucumbiera ante la basura musical y me convirtiera en el oligofrenico feliz que soy ahora, esas bandas que me ense?aron que el punk no era lo que yo creia, que el punk no era anarco costras con cerebro de grenetina y chamarras con mas estoperoles que piel, esas bandas me sacaron del mal camino del punkie de caricatura anti corridas de toros,anti sexismo, y fachas aunque se digan antifascistas, porque no toleran que seas diferente a ellos. Lo dividire como miniserie del hallmark, hoy sera del punk y mi tierna edad 13-14 anyos.

Ellos hicieron la mejor version de Louie Louie que jamas haya oido, su rola de American Society la oi en un cassette de recopilacion de Rocanrrol viejito. Eddie tenia una voz Bowiesca lo que los hacia mas melodicos que las bandas que oia en esa epoca, bandas como exploited y casualties;dios que verguenza. Eddie me ensenyo a ver mas alla de la "rudeza" en la musica. Buscando esta imagen descubri que murio hace varios anyos.

Agente Naranja, carajo que buen nombre, los oi por primera vez antes de cumplir 14 a?os creo, venian en el mismo cassette donde estaba American Society, los ame desde los primeros acordes, sonaban a california, a peliculas de adolescentes, a los Beach Boys en anfetas. Aun no los habia visto en fotos, cuando los vi por primera vez descubri que la imagen no era importante, eran mas lelos que rafa gorgori y rockeaban mas que cualquier banda punk de caricatura.

Exene Cervenka fue mi amor de pubertad, cantando sobre como odiaba a los gays, mexicanos y negros, canciones punk con ritmos de blues y country. Con X deje los prejuicios que tenia sobre esa musica y empeze a abrirme mas a nuevos sonidos.

Aroma a pavimento caliente y aceite para ruedas de patineta. Mis oidos jovenes amaron su sonido oscuro a los cuaes no staba acostumbrado. Cuando descubri que Uncontrollable Urge eraun cover de una banda llamada Devo busque cosas de ellos y me volvi fan.

Crime limpio de jipis a San Francisco y me abrio los oidos al artpunk de bandas como Chrome y Tuxedomoon.

Hace rato hablaba de como X me dio a conocer el blues, pues Gun Club amarro el trato y me hizo enamorarme de sonidos cincuenteros y canciones sobre sexo interracial,voodoo y violencia. She's like Heroin to Me es una cancion que tengo que oir diario.

Para finalizar esta Killing Joke, que para mi siempre seran punks y mas chulos que el ocho, recuerdo el primer cassette que compre de ellos sonaba la aguja de la tornamesa y solo se oia una cancion, pero esa sola cancion basto para hacerme fan, esa cancion era Madness...

When did living start being a sin?
If this is today - well what the fuck's tomorrow?
Whose fashion is your fashion?
What passion can you buy?
When you know god is dead
And you are god?
This is madness madness
Madness madness
Fucking madness

Nam '67

2006-06-27T23:23:00.000-05:00

Hey little girl in U.S. dress
Come and give daddy kiss
To Dead Billy, U.S. soldier in green
Little lady, napalm butt
Come and give head to, to
Dead Billy make you boom boom boom
Dead Billy
Dead Billy make you happy
Dead Billy make you crawl
Dead Billy put your hand in his hole
Dead Billy show you what it's like to die
This is not a love song
And this is not a kiss
For Dead Billy
Dead Billy make you happy
Dead Billy make you crawl
Dead Billy put your hand in his hole
Dead Billy show you what it's like to die
This is not a love song
And this is not a kiss
For Dead Billy
No Viet??

No hay marcha en Nueva York

2006-06-27T22:17:00.000-05:00

Y no me arrepiento, estuve en el aereopuerto JFK pero creo que eso no cuenta.

Si yo fuera Rey

2006-06-27T04:48:00.000-05:00

Jodidos Jipis.

2006-06-26T02:02:00.000-05:00

Como una persona puede arruinar una foto tan linda. =(

C12 H22 O11

2006-06-25T14:18:00.000-05:00

8 spoonfulls in coffee, please Candy and chocolate from slavery Ice cream in every variety Sweet crystalline substance C12 H22 O11 White poison 1 2 Fuck U C12 H22 O elevenaaaaa

Dead Radio

2006-05-24T01:07:00.000-05:00

Rowland S Howard.

You're bad for me
Like Cigarettes.
But I haven't sucked
Enough of you yet.
Nothing is sacred,
And nothing is true,
I'm no-one that's nowhere,
When I'm here with you.

I've lost the power I had to distinguish
Between what to ignite and what to extinguish.

I blew in last night,
I'm the ghost from the coast.
When the lighting is bad,
I'm the man with the most.
You left me to choke,
On a heart up in smoke,
Smiling through your tears,
And your tetracycline overdose.

You're good for me
Like coca-cola.
I don't get any younger,
You don't get any older.
Everything's sacred,
And everything's true,
All this is possible,
When I'm here with you.

I've got a lot to say,
But I won't speak with my mouthful.
I'd like to spit it out,
But I keep my own counsel.

Jules et Jim

2006-05-16T00:58:00.000-05:00

Eighties - i'm living in the eighties

2006-04-27T22:09:00.000-05:00

I Want Sex

2006-04-27T03:14:00.000-05:00

2006-04-23T16:07:00.000-05:00

Hated Youth

2006-04-20T00:05:00.000-05:00

"In 1980 we hated the jocks and the jocks hated us. Everybody hated us, and they especially hated Eric for his big head, and I carried a golf club with me everywhere I went, for the jocks. That was after a jeep load of jocks attacked me while I waited for a bus. I got the best punches in though, on that one jock, bloodied up his face good. Back then, the only thing a jock was good for was killing, and we had a song about killing them along with all of their hippie counterparts. We had a song about killing allof the kids in Gainesville, the ones who came to see us when we played there along with Terminal Fun and Roach Motel and The Flower Children; that song was called SOCIAL OBLITERATION. My teachers thought I was retarded.

And we played songs about killing our parents, and raping Ted Bundy's wife. We didn't give a fuck about Ronald Reagan or world politics, though on occasion we pretended to in our songs. Blame that on Eric who wrote BAN THE BIBLE and, after getting labeled a homophobe, wrote I DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE GAY. I preferred songs about stealing babies from shopping carts and fighting with my mother. Gary thought the hamburgers from Wendy's smelled like pussy. We ate a lot of those hamburgers, and it was thanks to those pussy-smelling hamburgers that we met what was to become the baddest and the fastest drummer in the south, David Magoo who, when we were going through the drive-thru asked us if we needed a drummer.

It was David who came up with the line, "I wanna join the KKK, kill off the minority." That was from our big hit HARDCORE RULES. One day after practice, driving through the neighborhood, some girl in a Bug shot us a bird and David drove after her, swinging a chain outside of the window and screaming crazy shit. Our parents were bigots. Nazi skins were bullshit, mythical in our town at the time, but could only be, when their time would come, jocks that had crossed over from jockdom into the punky land of stupid kids with nothing to do.

Cops whistled at me, told me I was cute. We were the only ones around with weird haircuts, triple mohawks and mange cuts. Naturally, we made fun of everybody, ourselves included. KILL A PUNK ROCKER! Why not? It wasn't that it was a bad worldâ€“everything about it could only be perfectâ€“just that we needed a place of sanity to pocket all of our good energy."-John Hodges, guitarist of Hated Youth

I wanna be a Dead Boy

2006-04-16T23:24:00.000-05:00

La disciplina Catolica en L.A.

2006-04-05T22:38:00.000-05:00

I'm coming over

2006-04-05T22:33:00.000-05:00

Tweaker

2006-04-03T13:28:00.000-05:00

1979. Frank was an awful guy but a great roommate. He was never around. It wasn't safe for him to enter Travis County, and so he'd slip in once a month in the middle of the night around the 3rd and leave his share of the money in cash on the TV set. The building manager was this Mrs. Roper type who wore big billowing florid Muumuus and never had a kind word for anybody; she wasn't as crazy about my having Frank as a roommate because the cops were starting to show up looking for him with alarming regularity and she didn't feel this reflected well on the building. Frank was the guy who introduced me to shooting speed.

Back when he could still safely enter Travis County we'd all shoot up in the bathroom of this chick's place and play new-wave 8-track tapes and shoot up some more; the rush was like being fucked by God, this giant body fucking meth and adrenaline blast that would leave me spent and quivering and dying for more. I'd wind up shooting so much speed during a two day period just to keep experiencing that God fuck rush over and over that I would be far too loaded to even move. We'd all sit around the chick's dining room table and someone would be talking and talking and talking and talking and everyone else would be clutching at the sides of the table like we were in the starting blocks waiting for the gun each of us hoping that the talker would take a deep breath and that we would be the first one outta the blocks, so that we could talk and talk and talk and talk and talk while everyone else clutched at the sides of the table waiting for that deep breath. Did anyone ever say anything? Who knows? No one was listening to the words, just for the pause. The starter's gun.

We all hated each other. And the same 8-track would play over and over and over, an endless loop of cheesy new-wave, running non-stop for a day and half, we were out of speed and all so loaded that we all feared a sudden move would cause us to explode splattering speed soaked blood guts and viscera all over the chick's walls. And so we sat there clutching the table waiting for the pause. Tweaker projects? We were way too loaded for any fuckin' tweaker projects. We were paralyzed. I never wanted to get high. I wanted to get low. I never understood why people took "mind expanding" drugs. Expanding my mind was the last thing I wanted to do. I wanted to contract it, shut it off, turn down the deafening white noise of my thoughts, and if I couldn't find anything that would do that then maxing out the volume on everything outside was the next best thing. A three day speed shooting binge gave me a sense of equilibrium.

Frank started fucking this very sad woman who worked at Le Femme massage. She had two kids. She wanted to open a clothing store. She was making decent money as a whore, and giving him whatever she had for free, so he started coming back into Austin. He got busted in a huge raid just on the other side of I-35 in East Austin; the cops blocked off the entire street and went in there with guns. I never knew what he was wanted for. I didn't keep in touch after he got busted. He was an asshole and completely useless to me when he was in prison. After he got out, he hooked back up with the massage chick. I saw in the papers he got busted for burning the kids with cigarettes.

He was a piece of shit, but he always had good speed.

Vignettes

2006-03-26T23:55:00.000-06:00

Urban trailer-park fetish: Midnight Cowboy on Santa Monica Blvd circa 1981. Studded punk rockers shirtless sullen male hustlers parachute pants Oki Dog stand 1:00 AM. New Wave/Hair metal summer-time smut: trashy, tragic, big-hair, Lee Press-on nails, stone-washed denim, camel-toe, visible panty lines, guys with mullets in too short cut-offs and Scorpions t-shirts trying to get some action on Hollywood Blvd at dusk on a humid summer week-night. Pat Benatar 8-track tape blaring in the Pontiac Firebird. Underage aspiring high-school Dominatrixes from the Inland Empire dressed like Alien Sex Fiend glassy-eyed on illicit beer at the Scream downtown 3:00 AM looking to take charge of their statutory rape.

These were much more innocent times, or maybe less innocent times, if only because we hadnâ€™t yet realized the consequences of our actions. AIDS wasnâ€™t in our landscape, and the only straight person who seemed worried about it was that Linda chick from Dynasty who was freaking out because Rock Hudson had kissed her on the show. Condoms were novelty devices called "French Ticklers" which came in lurid colors and had these scary looking knobs on the head. Looked more like they belonged in a cartoon than on a cock. The only thing that belonged on a cock was warm wet fleshâ€” hers or his, depending upon your preference. Rockâ€™nâ€™roll trash were brazenly straight and secretly bi. Heroin was only just becoming fashionable. Every night seemed hot and humid and smelled like sweaty flesh, stale beer and cigarettes. We were young and indestructible. We were also cynically, merrily convinced that the world was shit and none of us would live to see 30. Punk was nihilistic Dada, post-punk was waiting for the apocalypse and trying to squeeze out every bit of life before it hit; no vestigial â€�70â€™s peace/love/free-sex hippie bullshit, just speed, dope, Southern Comfort, Schaeffer beer, careless fucking, the funk of sweat, cum, bodily fluids. We were cheap.

Wake up around noon drenched in sweat lying in bed with someone I donâ€™t remember meeting, head throbbing, hoping Iâ€™m still in the same city, not exactly sure whatâ€™s the last thing I remember but pretty sure it isnâ€™t her, get up, take a piss, quietly rummage through her purse for some ID â€�cause I was raised polite, and good manners demand I should at least know her name, hoping Iâ€™d somehow managed to drive there otherwise Iâ€™d need to try and retrace my steps so I could find my car, not always easy, not sure what day it was or how long this run had lasted. Whatâ€™s the point of having a good time if you canâ€™t remember any of it?.

Scream downtown 3:30 AM little goth girl in black fishnet everything, huge eyes, a can of Aquanet in her jet black hair has me walk her to her car, gives me a chaste peck on the cheek while she squeezes my crotch. We go to Canterâ€™s and then to my place. Sheâ€™s from Ontario, or Pomona, or someplace out there, sheâ€™s still in high school, she says she always has to be on top, says she likes oral, says she wants to tie someone up but the high school boys are too afraid to let her, afraid she might just leave them there, says they might be right. Rubs her foot on my crotch, she still has her shoes on, says not to try and seduce her, sheâ€™ll seduce me instead, slowly, at which point she already has, says she likes the power. Sheâ€™s still wearing a fucking retainer.

Significant romantic memory #1: Weimer Republic gothic gamine Audrey Hepburn. Weâ€™ve known each other from around. Iâ€™ve had a crush on her for years. Weâ€™ve never exchanged ten meaningful sentences. Tentative and late night, we're finally sitting on the edge of her bed, chain smoking, talking, listening to Kurt Weill on a cheap boom box, thinking â€śso are we gonna fuck or commit suicide?â€ť Itâ€™s dismal and tender, depressing and romantic, and most of all itâ€™s pure. Sheâ€™s thin and sheâ€™s sharp and her hip bones hurt me. She remains the most beautiful girl Iâ€™ve ever seen. We never see each other again.

Significant romantic memory #2: Iâ€™m at Rajiâ€™s propped against the wall watching a band, lighting a Camel, and she takes it from my mouth, stamps it out, reaches into a silver case, pulls out two fancy European colored cigarettes, lights them both in her mouth, puts one between my lips and says â€śHere, try these. My husband buys them for me.â€ť She looks just like Lauren Bacall. Halloween night 1986 in an old office on Hollywood Blvd, the only light coming from the street neon filtered through the Venetian blinds, slow drizzle outside and she still looks just like Lauren Bacall. Sheâ€™s brought a bottle of champagne and an original pressing Dinah Washington album. We listen to the record, we drink champagne, we stand at opposite ends of the window saying nothing, looking out at the rain through the blinds because we donâ€™t dare look at each other, until eventually we do. Soon enough weâ€™re up on Mulholland, rolling around in the rain and the mud, 2:00 AM, Los Angeles sprawled out below us. Bar crawling handcuffed to each other long before there was any fetish scene, we thought we were so fucking discreet. She tasted like sweat and cigarettes.

The beginning of the end. Late September 1987, I think, and I was kind of contemplating maybe I should try another six months clean up. Gorgeous Ladies Of Wrestling had just debuted. A friend called said they were filming a video for his song â€śNew Tattooâ€ť so I went down to the Whiskey and saw just about every tattooed rocker chick I knew back then--there werenâ€™t so many as there are now-- none of us looked as good as we had maybe four years earlier. I recognized enough girls I had dim and not so dim â€śintimateâ€ť memories of, and the first two sentences of every conversation I overheard were â€śSoâ€” you auditioned for G.L.O.W. yet? Soâ€” you had your AIDS test yet?â€ť

I was just a few years shy of thirty. I wasnâ€™t dead yet, and I saw that I wasnâ€™ t likely to go out with a glorious bang but rather a slow painful fade if I kept it up much longer. Self preservation instincts kicked in and slowly forced me out of blissfully debauched ignorance and into uncomfortable denial. I got my first of many tests the next week. A year later, the one of those girls I knew best was dead.
It was pretty pathetic in the end. Summer 1996. I went out with a stripper from Jumboâ€™s Clown Room, except that we never actually went out because I refused to leave the house. She would show up at 3:00 AM and wake me up. We would attempt sex because this is what we thought couples should do. We never succeeded, but that didnâ€™t really matterâ€” it was all for appearance sake, and once we got finished with the couple stuff we got down to the business at hand, which was getting loaded.

People were following her. Her neighbors had drilled a hole in the wall so that they could watch her dance naked to her Berlioz CD (which I still haveâ€” one day she just never came back). People were trying to rob her, steal her money, steal her drugs, steal her soul, and all those same people were accusing her of robbing them, so she never lived in the same place for long. She had bruises and sores and her makeup was always smeared from crying and she didnâ€™t look so great in the sunlight but she looked beautiful in the spotlight. She wanted to tie men up, not to hurt them, but so that she could tease them and mostly so that they would leave her alone and maybe there wouldnâ€™t be so many bruises. But I wasnâ€™t going to let myself be tied up by someone who had all that anger and might make me a tweaker project despite her insistence to the contrary. I already knew she regularly went days without sleep. Anyhow, it wouldâ€™ve never happened even if weâ€™d wanted it because neither of us had enough ambition. She didnâ€™t taste like salt or smell like sex. She tasted bitter, and smelled like ammonia. Her skin burned my tongue and left a bad, chemical aftertaste.

July 2001: I met a self-proclaimed psychic vampire who I very willingly allowed to seduce me. She did it exceptionally well. She stared long and hard into my eyes to allow her to drink from whatever it is she drinks from, perhaps unaware that it allowed me to do the same. She liked to dominate. She liked to be raped. She claimed no respect for limits, her's or anyone elseâ€™s. She took me back to the old days, before I knew any better, but with one important difference: neither of us were drunk, neither of us were high. She tasted sweet, she smelled clean.

November 2001: Used to be I liked sharp angles, hipbones I could shave off of, bodies that were razor sharp, even if it hurt to press against them. Especially if it hurt to press against them. I thought pain was sexiest if it came as a matter of course, and not a matter of act. I wanted a womanâ€™s body to represent my philosophy on life. I thought gaunt was sexy; I liked the look of deprivationâ€” it seemed spiritual. There was a danger in that apparent frailtyâ€” the danger of a woman whose body was built like a knife, and I always thought a knife was far sexier than a gun. A gun is loud and distant and vulgar. It has no subtlety. It has no cruelty. A knife is intimate. I couldnâ€™t be stabbed from a distance. I had to be right there.
My life is no longer about sharp edges and hard angles. More than anything I appreciate grace, and Iâ€™m not talking about elegance and fluidity, but rather the gift. Acquired grace is no more true grace than silicon is a real breast. No amount of finishing school will teach it, no amount of tattered clothes and punk rock aggression will hide it. And grace doesnâ€™t cut like a knife.

Top of the Pops

2006-02-09T00:03:00.000-06:00

Pues andaba bobeando por internet y vi esta pag http://www.everyhit.com/dates/ aca pones tu fecha de nacimiento y voila te dice que sencillo y que album era el mas vendido en el UK por aquellos ayeres.

La mia fue, no se... Âżapropiada?

The Number 1 single was:Culture Club - "Karma Chameleon"

The Number 1 album was:Culture Club - "Colour By Numbers"

Kuble goes wild.

2006-01-04T12:08:00.000-06:00

=D

2006-01-02T21:44:00.000-06:00

=D

2006-01-02T06:48:00.000-06:00

Ya era hora.

2005-12-27T00:13:00.000-06:00

Una buena medicina para los dias malos

2005-12-11T23:44:00.000-06:00

F.A.N.T.A.

2005-11-25T10:40:00.000-06:00

Quiero ser como Bruce Lee en un bazar oriental, aunque tambiĂ©n soy un idiota porque yo quiero ser un zombi en Halloween y nadie sabe mi secreto, ni mis terrores favoritos en otro mundo, donde estoy enfermo y Laura es invisible, pero yo soy el elegido en un frasco de formol, con tan mala suerte, que el plan fracasĂł y desembocĂł en una masacre en el estadio, a la que no sobreviviĂł ni PJ Soles, que me dijo que nada volverĂˇ a ser como antes desde que te vomitĂ©.

2005-11-24T15:50:00.000-06:00

Oh La La!

2005-11-22T02:41:00.000-06:00

Encontre esta estaciĂłn de radio especializada en musica francesa de los aĂ±os 50,60 y 70 ondas tipo Serge Gainsbourg o Jeanne Moreau, esta dos dos divertido. Jodido insomnio.

http://www.oh-la-la.nl/

2005-11-21T02:57:00.000-06:00

Mal GuSSto

2005-11-10T00:46:00.001-06:00

Hoy grabe dos rolas,es divertido eso de ir a estudios de grabaciĂłn tengo una voz simpatica cuando canto, como la de Blag the Ripper de los Dwarves pero menos rasposa. MaĂ±ana subire links para los emepetres.

Halloween

2005-10-29T14:13:00.000-05:00

Bonfires burning bright
Pumpkin faces in the night
I remember Halloween
Dead cats hanging from poles
Little dead are out in droves
I remember Halloween!

Brown leaved vertigo
Where skeletal life is known
I remember Halloween
This day anything goes!
Burning bodies hanging from poles
I remember Halloween!

Go!

Halloween!

Candy apples and razor blades
Little dead are soon in graves
I remember halloween
This day anything goes
Burning bodies hanging from poles
I remember Halloween

Halloween!

Subterraneans

2005-10-08T04:29:00.000-05:00

Subterraneans wear the cruelest camouflage
Love just passing through me
Everything happens after dark
Hey where you going now
Subterranean
Wish the moon right out of the sky
Your eyes are diamonds
Your eyes are diamonds that make me blind
Wish the moon right out of the sky
Oh where you going now
Everything happens after dark
Ohh the new arrivals new arrivals

Paralisis Permanente

2005-10-02T21:47:00.000-05:00

Esto si es un tributo, bandas tocando covers no pincha discos poniendo dos rolas de Paralisis Permanente y 4 de Corpus Delicti.

mAĂ‘ANA EN EL 8 Y mEDIO hOmenajE a pararalisis perManenTe.
tocaran algunos grupos mĂticos y otras nuevas promesas, fans todos ellos (por raro q parezca en algun caso) de la banda de 3 cipreses.
dos temas por grupo. solo versiones de los madrileĂ±os.

WEBELOS, reunidos para la ocasiĂłn. No podĂamos faltar. Siempre se nos hizo el culo pesicola con eduardo y ana. Si no mirad la portada de nuestro 7 fetichisme reproducida en este mismo cartel.

ANNIE BABY. Una lĂˇstima que Baby Horror no puedan tocar al completo. Echaremos de menos a Jesus, snif snif... Pero sin duda alguna su presencia era vital de un modo u otro. Junto a los webelos, el capitan entresijos y las pussycats eran de los pocos que en los 90 rendĂan pleitesia a los grupos de punk ibĂ©rico de los 80 . Mientras, por aquel entonces, todo la escena tenĂa puesto el culo mirando hacia los USA y sus tendencias de moda (lookout, crypt, estrus...)

PARALITICOS. La mĂtica banda maquetera de finales de los 80 que se convirtiĂ±Ăł en un grupo de culto en la escena gĂłtica, y que, como su propio nombre indica, son fans de primera de los Benavente and CIA.

NAUGHTY ZOMBIES. No podĂan faltar esta nueva banda que aĂşn se acuerda de los 80. Van cosechando decenas de fans nuevos encada concierto. The next big thing en el circuito siniestroide after/punk. Cuando sean mĂˇs famosos recordad que en Hillside Strangler fuimos los primeros en sacarles una canciĂłn en vinilo!!!

LKAN. Ya sĂ© que parece que no pintan nada en un homenaje a parĂˇlisis. Pero quĂĂ©n decide eso? Los fans? Ellos son fans. Creo que este homenaje esta abierto a todo tipo de bandas fans de PP, y en la variedad esta la diversiĂłn. Lo cierto es que me muero de curiosidad por saber cĂłmo hacen una versiĂłn de la banda los creadores de Arriba la pestaĂ±a... pensamos super en serio que estos son los mejores pelos...

P.A.J.E.R.O. Otros de los que la gente dirĂˇ que quĂ© hacen aquĂ... Pues no sĂłlo de grupos ochenteros se iba a nutrir este homenaje. Creo que hay cabida para mĂˇs cosas. A ver que tal se portan estos ex- focomelos. Seguro que conseguen que mĂˇs de no se trague sus crĂticas.

Pues eso, para echar la lagrimita, para bailar pogo, para cotillear, para hacer nuevos amigos o encontrar a los viejos, para cagarse en todos los grupos... HOMENAJE A PARALISIS PERMANENTE. viernes 30. 8 y medio. A partir de las 12.

Somos Gabinete Caligari y somos Nazis...

2005-09-28T02:28:00.000-05:00

Emboscando a los civiles
En la sierra de Granada
Consegimos sus fusiles
Pero no sirvio de nada
Peleando cuerpo a cuerpo
Han caido los camaradas

Alucinaciones Olfativas

2005-09-22T10:33:00.000-05:00

Todo el mundo me huele a cadaver.

Necesito juntarme con gente que si se baĂ±e.

O volver a tomar las medicinas.

Watch the sky for me

2005-09-20T22:25:00.000-05:00

Me da miedo el desapego a la realidad

Ahoy Matey

2005-09-19T22:43:00.000-05:00

Carteles.

2005-09-17T17:56:00.000-05:00

Que bonita epoca cuando podias ser politicamente incorrecto y nadie se ponia punk. Les decias retrasados a los retrasados,negros a los negros y pendejos a los pendejos. Chale y ahora tiene que ser "niĂ±os con capacidades especiales" -osea que tienen de especial, no pueden volar ni tienen branquias- AFroamericanos, por dios no todos son de Africa, y ahora los pendejos tienen su nombre politicamente correcto Kuble. La ventaja de este es que aplica para Darks,gordos,nerdos,Poseurs, wannabes y demas.

Nadie nace sabiendo joven.

2005-09-12T23:38:00.000-05:00

Esa frase me la dijo hoy un taxista, odio que me hablen los taxistas es como un Deja Vu, siempre
es la misma platica, lo peor es cuando dicen "Yo cuando era joven, era como usted, claro no me pintaba el pelo pero estaba en onda, ya sabe como usted que es rocker.
Usaba mis pantalones entubados, tenis converse pintados de colores,un calcetin rojo y uno morado hasta las rodillas y camisas de esas de franela"

Lamente haber dejado mi Discman en casa. Fueron los 15 minutos mas largos de mi vida.

2005-09-05T00:09:00.000-05:00

Bloodstains

2005-08-26T21:48:00.000-05:00

bloodstains - speed kills
fast cars - cheap thrills
rich girls - fine wine
i've lost my sense - i've lost control - i've lost my mind

Code Blue

2005-08-16T21:11:00.000-05:00

Lift up the casket and fiddle with the dead
Their cold blue flesh makes me turn red
'Cause I can do what I want and they won't complain
I wanna fuck I wanna fuck the dead
And I don't even care how she died...
But I like it better if she smells of formaldehyde!
Never on the rag or say leave me alone
They don't scream and they don't moan
Don't even cry if I shoot in their hair
Lying on the table she smiles and she stares

Telling Them

2005-08-14T23:50:00.000-05:00

Well I love the sound when I smash the glass,
If I get caught they're gonna kick my ass.
My mommy's worried about the way I drink,
My daddy can't figure out the way I think.
They wake me up, tell me, "to get to work,"
I slam the door, say, "shut up you jerk."
I can't wait 'til the show tonight,
When I'm with my friends every things alright...

Partytime

2005-08-11T03:08:00.000-05:00

She wasn't loved
For a dime
Where ever she is
It's partytime
Do you wanna party/It's partytime
We gotta party/It's partytime
Do you wanna party/It's partytime
We gotta party/It's partytime

Me! I Disconnect From You

2005-08-02T02:02:00.000-05:00

Please don't turn me off
I don't know what I'm doing outside
Me and the telephone that never rings
If you were me, what would you do?
Me, I disconnect from you

Just Looking for a Kiss....

2005-07-30T01:19:00.000-05:00

Marcado

2005-07-27T01:08:00.000-05:00

2005-07-21T22:35:00.000-05:00

Plan 9 Fom Outer Space

2005-07-21T22:07:00.000-05:00

http://www.archive.org/details/Plan9FromOuterSpace

Bajenla!!

Al Servicio de la Juventud desde 1983

2005-07-19T00:59:00.000-05:00

Robotitos

2005-07-15T23:44:00.000-05:00

La neta estoy re aburrido asi que me pondre a hacer robots en papel, dios bendiga a los japoneses por inventar tanta pendejada. Asi que si quieren bajar sus robots en .pdf y ser chicos de onda como yo nomas denle click http://mizio-s.hp.infoseek.co.jp/r-lookall-26.html#tw

Y pa que vean que soy acĂˇ compartido unos links de emepetres puro anti copyright. El primero es de garach y el otro de sorf.

http://www.garagerockradio.com/mp3s.htm
http://www.surfesel.de/engmusik.html

2005-07-14T02:51:00.000-05:00

Kuro

2005-07-13T23:28:00.000-05:00

De las pocas bandas japonesas que rulean.

No sequence to follow No fear of tomorrow

2005-07-13T23:10:00.000-05:00

2005-07-10T20:09:00.000-05:00

Recuerdos

2005-07-06T00:47:00.000-05:00

Touching from a distance

2005-07-03T08:56:00.000-05:00

ÂżDr. Livingstone, supongo?

2005-06-29T05:48:00.000-05:00

Joder, como me gustaria haber sido un explorador del siglo xix, con todo el romanticismo del imperialista europeo de esa epoca, tomar un trago de whiskey en un bar en ZanzĂ¬bar mientras conversamos sobre como salvar a Africa de los africanos, y preparamos nuestra proxima expediciĂłn al continente negro. Hubiera sido genial convivir con traficantes Ăˇrabes,comerciantes indios,esclavos negros de las plantaciones y exploradores. Presumir que hablo 29 idiomas y estar quejandome con ironicamente del clima y de los pobladores "incivilizados".

Pero no, estoy atrapado en este siglo,mierda.

Ya nye govoryu po russki.

2005-06-28T03:04:00.000-05:00

Aburrido

2005-06-27T00:46:00.000-05:00

Cerebro Parlante

2005-06-27T00:43:00.000-05:00

Free Tomato

2005-06-24T01:51:00.000-05:00

No More Gigs

2005-06-23T01:14:00.000-05:00

2005-06-22T22:31:00.000-05:00

Ciao numero tres

2005-06-22T03:37:00.000-05:00

Joder.

Pelis chidas.

2005-06-21T20:42:00.000-05:00

NiĂ±os

2005-06-21T19:28:00.000-05:00

Este Dibujo representa el idroabiĂłn de rosas que acompaĂ±a aun barco mercante y hay unos hombres al Cap Cerbere que lo miran y el abiador hace salud con un panuelo que es la bandera faborito. Jose Ruiz Treves de 11 aĂ±os

Esta escena representa un bombardeo en mi pueblo, Port-Bou. MÂŞ Dolores Sanz, 13 aĂ±os

Esto representa mi pueblo, cuando los aviones bombardeavan la paza de arriba, y yo cuando corria para el refugio. Mauricio Collados Garcia, de 11 aĂ±os

Este dibujo representa un ataque en el frente en la que se ve varios soldados leales que disparan contra los fascistas. Mauricio Collados Garcia de 11 aĂ±os

Esplicacion. Este dibujo representa en el Frente donde nuestros hermanos estan combatiendo contra los canallas Facistas para hacer una Republica nueva y para ser libres de todo tambien se ven dos aviones uno cae por que un caza del govierno lo a ametrallado. Bienvenido Hortal Martinez de 12 aĂ±os

Este dibujo representa, mi mamĂˇ y mi hermana y yo que nos bamos a Francia con un auto. Conchita MuĂ±oz Jimenez, 12 aĂ±os.

Angry Samoans

2005-06-21T19:01:00.000-05:00

2005-06-21T18:52:00.000-05:00

Los 80's

2005-06-21T18:44:00.000-05:00