JOHN BARRY

* Hoy despedimos a John Barry, compositor de bandas sonoras tan espectaculares como la de "Memorias de África" o "Cowboy de medianoche", entre otras muchas.

** OTROS POST SOBRE "MEMORIAS DE ÁFRICA":

MEMORIAS DE ÁFRICA
ISAK DINESEN
ISAK DINESEN & MARILYN MONROE
DENNIS FINCH-HATTON
SIDNEY POLLACK

HAVING A PARTY

We're having a party,
dancing to the music
played by the D.J.
on the radio
The Cokes are in the icebox,
popcorn's on the table
Me and my baby, yeah,
we're out here on the floor, oh yeah

So, Mister, Mr. D.J.
keep those records playing
coz I'm having
such a good time,
dancing with my baby

Everybody's swinging,
Sally's doing that twist now
If you playrequests now,
I've got a few for you
Play that one called "Soul Twist".
Play that one called "I Know"
Don't forget them "Mashed Potatoe"
no other songs will do

So, Mister, Mr. D.J.
keep those records playing
coz I'm having
such a good time,
dancing with my baby

Having a party

So, Mister, Mr. D.J.
keep those records playing
coz I'm having
such a good time,
dancing with my baby

Having a party
Everybody's swinging
dancing to the music
on the radio
Yeah
We're having a party
Everybody's swinging
dancing to the music
yeah
on the radio

bring it way down now
We're having a party
Everybody's swinging
dancing to the music
on the radio
We're having a party
Everybody's swinging
dancing to the music
where is it
on the radio
just two more times
We're having a party
Everybody's swinging
dancing to the music
on the radio
We're having a party
Everybody's swinging
dancing to the music
on the radio
Yeah, yeah, oh oh

SAM COOKE

* Esta noche doy una fiesta con mis amigos, así que os deseo que os lo paséis este fin de semana tan bien como yo :)

PLAYAS DEL ALBA

Tus gritos y mis gritos en el alba.
Nuestros blancos caballos corriendo
con un polvo de luz sobre la playa.

Tus labios y mis labios de salitre.
Nuestras rubias cabezas desmayadas.

Tus ojos y mis ojos,
tus manos y mis manos.

Nuestros cuerpos
escurridizos de algas.

¡Oh amor, amor!
Playas del alba.

GABRIEL CELAYA

33

"Cuando se festejaba mi cumpleaños en medio de las mismas caras, en los mismos lugares, con la misma canción repetida en coro, me asaltaba invariablemente la idea de que esto sólo difería del cumpleaños anterior en la aparición de una vela más sobre un pastel cuyo sabor era idéntico al de la vez pasada."

ALEJO CARPENTIER

* Hoy 24 de Enero, celebro mi 33 cumpleaños, así que aprovecho para dedicar esta bonita canción a todos los están hoy de celebración también(en especial a atikus).

I told everybody I was late
But I was hiding in the back
Hiding in the back, my hands, they shake
Happy Birthday, I'm your birthday cake

And I'm lit and I'm late
[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]
I was wrong, you were right
I was wrong, you were right

Happy Birthday

I told everybody I was clean
But I had clouds in my bath
Listenin' to music, reading poetry
Nodding off and nearly drownin' myself

But it's clear, you're clearly upset
Wanna smoke, my smokes are all wet
I've got two and both of them lit

Happy Birthday
Happy Birthday
Happy Birthday
Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday
I'm your birthday cake and I'm lit

RYAN ADAMS

MEET ME IN THE GARDEN

Every Tuesday and every
other Friday or so,
She says meet me
in the garden boy (yes maam)
Miss Caroline

The softest boy in Mississippi
would like to know,
why you so pretty?
wow oh oh

Out by the pond a beautiful
blonde waits for me

Just say the word and
I'll be there (be there)
I'll fly like a bird
We can travel through the
air

Every Tuesday and every
other Friday or so,
She says meet me
in the garden boy (yes maam)
I only hurt you cause I love you

Now All the birds and flowers will
go in time
Tonight that I was with
Miss Caroline

Under the oak,
she's having a smoke
just for me

Just say the word and
I'll be there (be there)
I'll fly like a bird
We can travel through the
air

Awa
Meet me alone in the garden
Excuse me I beg your pardon,
I'm young but I can do things
I'll fly away with my wings

Well Out by the pond
a beautiful blonde waits for me

Just say the word and
I'll be there (be there)
I'll fly like a bird
We can travel through the
air

DENT MAY & HIS MAGNIFICENT UKELELE

* Pongo fin a estas dos semanas de silencio involuntario (provocadas por la sobrecarga de trabajo, que va siendo una lamentable tónica habitual), con esta preciosa canción de Dent May. Feliz fin de semana a todos. Abrígense mucho :).

ZIGGY STARDUST

Ziggy played guitar, jamming good with Weird and Gilly,
and the spiders from Mars. He played it left hand
But made it too far
Became the special man, then we were Ziggy's band

now Ziggy really sang, screwed up eyes and screwed down hairdo
Like some cat from Japan,aww he could lick 'em by smiling
He could leave 'em to hang
'came on so loaded man, well hung and snow white tan.

So where were the spiders, while the fly tried to break our balls
With just the beer light to guide us,
So we bitched about his fans and should we crush his sweet hands?

Oh
Ooh oh

Ziggy played for time, jiving us that we were voodoo
The kid was just crass, he was the nazz
With God given ass
aww He took it all too far but boy could he play guitar

Making love with his ego Ziggy sucked up into his mind
Like a leper messiah
When the kids had killed the man I had to break up the band.

Oh yeah
Ooooooo
Ziggy playyyyed guitaarrrrrr

DAVID BOWIE

* Tengo curiosidad por ver esta noche en el Festival Dock of the Bay el documental "Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders of Mars" (1.973) de D.A. Pennebaker

EDITH WHARTON

"Años atrás me dije a mi misma: «La vejez no existe; sólo existe la pena.» Con el paso del tiempo he aprendido que esto, aunque cierto, no es toda la verdad. Otro generador de vejez es el hábito: el mortífero proceso de hacer lo mismo de la misma manera a la misma hora día tras día, primero por negligencia, luego por inclinación, y al final por inercia o cobardía. Afortunadamente, la vida inconsecuente no es la única alternativa, pues tan ruinoso como la rutina es el capricho.

El hábito es necesario; es el hábito de tener hábitos, de convertir una vereda en camino trillado, lo que una debe combatir incesantemente si quiere continuar viva. Pese a la enfermedad, a despecho incluso del enemigo principal que es la pena, una puede continuar viva mucho más allá de la fecha usual de desintegración si no le teme al cambio, si su curiosidad intelectual es insaciable, si se interesa por las grandes cosas y es feliz con las pequeñas.

Mientras ordenaba y escribía mis recuerdos, he aprendido que estas ventajas no dependen generalmente de los méritos propios y que es probable que yo deba mi vejez dichosa al antepasado que accidentalmente me dotó de tales cualidades.

Otra ventaja (igualmente accidental) es que yo no recuerdo por mucho tiempo mis enfados. Raramente olvido una ofensa a mi espíritu, ¿quién la olvida?. Pero la vida la recubre con un rápido bálsamo, y queda registrada en un libro que raras veces abro. "

EDITH WHARTON "Una mirada atrás".

* He empezado el año disfrutando de la autobiografía de la escritora estadounidense, Edith Wharton, autora entre otras de "La edad de la inocencia" y "Ethan Frome". Este fragmento pertenece a su prefacio, toda una declaración de intenciones.

* OTROS POST SOBRE LA OBRA DE EDITH WHARTON:

ETHAN FROME
JUNTO AL FARO DE LIME ROCK
GUANTE
NEWLAND ARCHER