The last time I visited Alcatraz, I say to my friend: "Would not it be cool if Bob Dylan was to play here instead of in quell'osceno Forum di Assago where he goes now the time?". Be ', listen carefully, do not make me angry, not too giratemi around. It 's a bit of time to weather guesses, I have visions, I know the future. and things come true. In the meantime, the next Bob Dylan will play June 22 at Alcatraz in Milan. The best place to see today where the concerts in Italy. In here I saw Patti Smith, Lou Reed, Oasis, Nick Cave twice, John Fogerty, the National and thousands of others. Everywhere one sees good and feels good. The beer can be reached without the need to lose three songs. The girls are cool. It is especially ten minutes from my house.
And tickets go on sale tomorrow ticketone and 16 in pre-sales. Good hunting. See you there. Well, almost.
Meanwhile, in anticipation of the June 22 live and enjoy this fine will be released April 12, BOB DYLAN IN CONCERT - Brandeis University in 1963. A total unknown, a few pieces, but as I write I'm listening to one of the greatest Masters of War, which yields habba ever heard. "Honey, Just Me Allow Me On More Chance" (incomplete), "Talkin 'John Birch Paranoid Blues," "Ballad Of Hollis Brown", "Masters of War," Talkin' 'World War III Blues, "" Bob Dylan's Dream "and" Talkin 'Bear Mountain Picnic Massacre Blues ".
Mike Leigh's new film proves once again, as if there were any doubts, as the British director is a very good writer, film director and actors. His narrative ability is all the dialogues and situations in life that can incorporate images, creating a sort of common thread in almost all its work, in which the lives of its protagonists are crossed by a melancholy and bitterness background that almost never ends in themselves, but above are a faithful representation of the very existence and everyday life, allowing an identification and sharing rare in cinema.
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Leigh waiver describe bizarre characters and misfits that seem to be an essential archetype of his films, which once again and in this particular case becomes even more intimate and reflective of time passing, as the title clearly evokes, building an ensemble film in which the main contact person is a happy couple, which revolve around a series of emblematic figures are representative of the human comedy of the English.
The very choice of music, the dialogue never artifacts and figures that make up the framework, are fundamental and essential elements of his films, which can also annoy and distancing the viewer, but undeniable is his ability to describe never unambiguously , though alluding but intelligently and in a manner intelligible to human tragedies and underlying conditions in the relations that link the various protagonists.
Leigh loves actors also recovered his previous works to insinuate in his story, as Imelda Stauton, which appears in a cameo, that intrigues and creates the conditions for a story of suffering and hardship, typical of his movies, but deliberately avoids to deepen, perhaps because his character contains in itself a tragedy that can not find an outlet for discharge, but neither is the protagonist behind, but not that much of the story told here seems to find an answer to your concern, but certainly not taking refuge or looking for an outlet visits Leigh to his friends and this helps us to understand with the passage of the seasons and the evolution of the story, once again giving us food for thought, smiles, even bitter, but with the knowledge that you have once again experienced a moment of real life and plausible.
aspects that perhaps will ask you questions on the need for such vision and fruition, but the face of this writing is spontaneous approach, at least for a moment and reflect on who knows maybe even some ideas trarvi positive that despite bitter aftertaste His cinema is still capable of giving us, but without wishing to sound smug and complacent.
What a laugh 90 years. I was watching one of those programs on VH1, or maybe it was MTV, the robe of the charts of one hundred discs of pea rocker with longer or the 50 sexiest songs of all time . Well, sometimes they make well-chosen, for example, that watched tonight. The one hit wonders, the crazy stuff, groups preposterous erased from the history of rock decency. He was absolutely right when he said that even Lou Reed in the 60 - I I add the 70 - there was a lot of fucking music, not just today. However, among the many to come out here then you'll love a character, the beautiful Meredith Brooks. That I'ma Bitch. And then I opened a well of memories, such as light and frivolous songs of the 90s. But looking back now they were fun years.
Meredith Brooks: I have broken the balls to even the press officers in New York for me to interview, but I think that in Italy there is not even ever come. Obviously I wanted to interview only because he was a pussy crazy, or was that kind of girl who always liked me. Nothing to do, but I'm a Bitch I still like it a lot. The 90's were years of reconstruction, it was then. After the horror of the 80 vacuis the rock was once more rock. There were Nirvana, Pearl Jam ... never liked 'sti grunge rocker, if not to look so hippiesco, but I always found their songs so boring, hard rock by so much per pound, not to mention Soundgarden, with all this sadness and cosmic ... ok, we all know what he did Kurt Cobain . But we were all pretending to be excited by this new wave of rock the way God intended. Then came the new hippie, Phish, the Dave Matthews Band, and a million other groups doing the freedom to jam in a free state but I did it in slices with 'instrumental sti that had little or nothing to do with The Grateful Dead, but rather with the English progressive hated the 70s. Then 'sti spoiled children of new hippies who were the sons of former hippie who had made money quanto se la tiravano. I figli dei figli dei fiori.. bah.
A me degli anni 90 piacevano le ragazze. Come in ogni decade da quando sono vivo peraltro. Mi piaceva il girl power, quello incazzoso delle Sleater-Kinney – che poi erano riot grrrl – e quello patinato di Alanis Morissette . Che queste tipe erano credibili. Recuperavano una estetica anni 60 e 70, ma ci mettevano dentro tutta l'ansia e la rabbia della loro generazione. Che gli anni 90, poi, sono stati davvero quelli della generazione X, e questo vale anche per le donne. Mi piacevano da impazzire le Blake Babies e soprattutto Juliana Hatfield . Tutte ‘ste ragazze erano eccitanti davvero, e adoravo quel loro modo to send us to hell boys. It 's the kind of woman that I've always liked the other. But do you remember Liz Phair? Ha! Other than Alanis: "Fuck me from behind while so I can watch TV." Genius. Many of these girls have disappeared into thin air.
I think Sophie B. Hawkins, who took the insults of Dylan fans why she was sent on stage at the Garden at Bob Fest because it was published only for the Sony. But it was kind of a nice girl from the slums of artists in NYC: I remember a telephone call to my house one midnight in the 90s for a fun interview that took me from West 4th Street and Washington Square. Then there was la deliziosa Sarah McLachlan , per alcuni la nuova Joni Mitchell, ma chissà che fine ha fatto. C’era quella nevrotica simpatica di Fiona Apple che vidi in uno showcase solo voce e pianoforte appena era uscito il suo primo disco qui a Milano e tutti i journos strafatti di buffet offerto da mamma Sony che commentavano: Burp… è meglio che cresca e torni fra qualche anno. A me era piaciuta, aveva uno sguardo allucinato da impazzire. Ma ne fa ancora di dischi? Vabbè di Sheryl Crow inutile che ne parlo. Invece ricordo come sbavavano tutti per Jewel : venne a presentare il suo primo disco dove facevano il primo Zelig, quel localino in viale Monza: a me fece cagare sin da subito, ma tutti a lodarla. We saw what happened. Joan Osborne : that means that I liked, so fucking bluesy and great interview with her. I do not think ever came to play in Italy and has not made a record as good as his first. These were more rock, like the most hippie.
Instead there were the neurotic college, that figures. I remember when Lisa Loeb entered the room where I waited to interview her, I seemed to be catapulted into a set of that show Americans back then, with those glasses, the little face on the doll but a mouth and two eyes that ... wow ... that interview. It was crafted with the son of Frank Zappa, then I came to know. Oh there were so many ... all missing, maybe they are still out there making records. Tonight I think I do a revival of the 90s, my 90s, with my girls. A decade that ended in glory, by interviewing the mother of their suits, the divine and Chrissie Hynde. Belli 90 years.
fix my room and putting order into the new cabinet, including all my creative little things I was back in our hands the packet with pats of soft polymer clay that I had bought some time ago ... not remember what was the idea of \u200b\u200bthe moment to be honest, maybe I had bought just because I liked, or as often happens, thinking that sooner or later it would be useful. And so it was ... I got the idea to make some pins. I had many colors, I would say very few so I simply do noses of bears and hearts. I think it'll do it again ... in fact I have already thought about the new colors to take but I want to finish the job I'm doing for the my blog or rather one of you ...
Thanks to those who follows and also to those who pass by here by chance and saw that there are ...
I'm back to collect a prize I was given by Clara (if you do not already know to go see her blog ... really cute and full of very beautiful work ... those of sewing creative).
Those who know me a little knows that I tend to stop this kind of chains, but already the last time I thought it was a way to give visibility to those who have less followers and in this little world.
For all the people that I wanted to give this award is obviously the question then they are free to: take it ... take it and turn it over, or "leave it here."
Now I, even I have to tell 10 things about me ...
-My son is the most important thing mia vita; -Adoro gli animali (e penso lo abbiate capito); -Sono estremamente sensibile; -Il mio mito è Audrey Hepburn, -Per molti versi sono un "orso"; -Ho un orgoglio che supera la ragione; -Amo guardare film in costume e romantici (Orgoglio e pregiudizio, Shakespeare in love ecc) e cartoni animati (quelli datati: i Flinstones, Gli astronauti, Tom e Jerry); -Adoro l'autunno e l'inverno; -Mi piacciono le persone decise e umili; -Sono alla ricerca della serenità.
Ringrazio nuovamente Clara per avermi donato questo premio e auguro a tutte voi una serena serata.
"The man who has no music in himself, that the harmony of sounds that touched knows betrayal and treacherous fraud. His emotions are a dark night, his thoughts a black Erebus. The music believe, not to him " (W. Shakespeare, Self-timer from in 4 / 4)
The ways of rock'n'roll are endless. More than two decades ago, these streets I portavano sulle rive di un lago a cercare una rock'n'roll band sconosciuta che aveva la sfrontataggine di fare in Italia quello che si fa in America. Il motore dei Rocking Chairs era questo stantuffo umano, gigantico e gigantesco, che suonava poderose note di basso. Per anni, poi, l'ho visto dagli schermi di Mtv e di cento altre televisioni a dare quintalate di carisma alla band del rocker di Correggio, e ogni volta che le telecamera lo inquadravano, la sua faccia scolpita nel rock'n'roll rubava la scena al leader della band. Il rock'n'roll è fatto anche di attitudine. C'è chi ce l'ha e chi non ce l'ha, l'attitudine.
Le vie del rock'n'roll mi hanno portato a rincontrarlo una freddda sera di inverno fuori di a little place by the parties at my house. And it was as if twenty years and more had never passed. With some people do not need to hang out, because the spirit travels parallel even hundreds of miles and lifetimes away from each other. Every time is like today and yesterday is just around the corner. Tomorrow, however, is too long to come. now flip through her book, Self-timer in 4 / 4 and think, damn all of these words would have been able to write myself. No, that Antonio "Rigo" Righetti is a musician and I did not. But the substance is. We find in all my favorite words, such as Mystery, and written with a capital. We find in all of my beloved heroes, Jack Kerouac, Elvis, Bob Dylan (called the "voice of one crying in the wilderness": well fuckin 'genius, Mr. Rigo!), Hell even now that I do not like Bruce Springsteen, but the most I loved a lot. And Joe Strummer. Fuckin Joe Strummer. Then he also quotes Shakespeare and then Rigo is my man. We find in a lot of great pictures, my favorites are those of an unmade bed, which could be the bed of a motel on the morning after a couple of hours of sleep between a concert and the other, or to his house. That the beds are all the same and always shows the unmade bed of another bloody night in one way or another, in one place or another, we were able to defeat.
He made the book I always wanted to write, Rigo, and that we had not even spoken. It is no coincidence. There is no plot, but flashbacks. Old but new pages of On the Road, tales of rock heroes, the ones mentioned and others, told in a convincing way, as they should always be told that these characters as heroes in a novel. Fuck those fucking biographies from Saputelli heartless. And then he talks about himself, music, trying to fathom the unfathomable mystery of music. Even in the technical talk, and guys who want to make music instead of watching X Factor would be better to read this book. Pardon, Mystery is always written with a capital. And there
also a CD with this book and for how long this CD is like entering a night at the Fillmore West in its glory days and no more out. It 's a long jam, led by excellent musicians and a local Italian, but this is America. His songs here and there shooting classics, such as Papa Was a Rolling Stone, Folsom Prison Blues, Heartbreak Hotel, all without pause, like being in trance, including two guitars (Andrea Garbo, northeast of talent that I would see well in the Black Crowes for one thing) that communicate with each dose of wah wah and misrepresented bleeding, and that bass that throbs unstoppable. And everything. Mystery. Damn, Rigo, I've written my book.
Good evening to you all, no work to post, not because I do not have facts, but only because I like to first arrive at their destination so it would take away the surprise to people who will these little things. The days are getting longer, not that I'm particularly happy since they are practically fall / winter, but sorry I do not see nature awakening with its buds and its colors. Inez and Dolores also woke up and after-bath takes away land have been brought into the house because the cold has come back out and so only during the hottest hours and under the direct rays of the sun but still weak ... is not missing the appetite ...
Given the "sweet" Cher's age and its weariness to do the Guard takes care of Minou says that as my friend Monica every now living with two dogs has some identity crisis often feel a baumicia and his favorite game is to get things and then pull them back.
never misses his carer Tabata that it is timely to lick and cuddle him to make sure she's all right ... and he is happy about that ...
... and finally all evening at home on the couch in the Chero-deserved rest ... having its 60 kg and there is not even seen his physical condition would know otherwise they climb certain that there would be beside himself ... but for convenience prefer the carpet next to the radiator.
I take this opportunity to warn all those like me who are following and creating something for Anna and her friends to let you know that cats thanks to Heidi I heard a moment ago that, unfortunately, Anna has problems with his pc ... here is the reason for the lack of updates to its blog ...
But if you continue to create, even if you do not upgrade is continuing its mission of pro-cats with determination and perseverance.
For those who were not yet aware of what makes Anna just click in the kitty at the top right in my blog or directly above the name of Anna.
One last thing ... before the usual thanks to all of you who left comments and then I apologize to those who do not receive my comments, I do not like to find excuses but as any of you know the time is still not the best so a thousand thoughts travel to the head. Often within in your blog look and admire what you do or posted, but then maybe I forget to leave comments or call me and I do not have time to leave ...
I have no preference, and if I leave someone more than a few blog to another I do it only for the inevitable ... because I think each of us can give something different.
Sorry for the long post, I will return soon with a gift for you and some other chore.
The reality is that dying not bad, but it lasts forever. And forever is outside the time
There are these two young fish swimming along , and at some point encounter an older fish swimming in the opposite direction, which makes a nod and says, "'Day, guys, how's the water?". The two young fish continue to swim for a while ', and finally one of them turns to another and does, "What the hell is water?"
If you fear that I will submit to you as the fish old man who explains what the water, do not worry. Are not the wise old fish. The key point of the story of the fish is that fact more obvious, ubiquitous and important ones are often harder to see and where it is more difficult to speak. Put in these terms, of course, is not that a cliche, but the fact is that, in the trenches everyday adult existence, clichés can be a matter of life or death. It may sound like hyperbole, or nonsensical abstraction. Come down to basics, then ...
Why is there something else true, and it is this: in the daily trenches of adult life, atheism does not exist. It is impossible not to worship something. All worship. The only choice we can do is what worship. And a good reason to choose to worship some kind of deity or spiritual being-Jesus Christ or Allah, Yahweh or the Wiccan mother-goddess, the Four Noble Truths or some unbreakable set of ethical principles-is that virtually any other Revered what you end up eaten alive. If worshiped money and items-if you place them in the true meaning of Life, you never enough. You'll never hear they've had enough. This is the truth. Revered your own body, your beauty and your charm, and you will always feel ugly, and when time and age will begin to be noticed, die a million times before they really leave you.
In a way, all the stuff we already know this-was codified in the form of myths, proverbs, clichés, tranquilizers, epigrams, parables: the skeleton of every great story. The trick is to keep firmly in front of you the truth in everyday consciousness. Revered power-you will feel weak and afraid, and you will need ever greater power over others to keep away the fear. Revered your intelligence, your brilliance, you'll end up feeling stupid, impostors, always about to be unmasked.
Truth with a capital concerns life before death. Regards the possibility of being able to get to thirty, or fifty, without any desire to be a shot in the head. It concerns the simple awareness-awareness of what is so real and essential, so hidden in plain sight all around us, we must continue to repeat constantly:
"This is water, this is the water behind these Eskimos there is much more than meets the eye. " Do it, live in a conscious, adult, day after day, is an unimaginable difficulties. This demonstrates the truth of another cliché: your culture is really the work of a lifetime and begins ... now. Augurarvi buona fortuna sarebbe troppo poco.
Inarritu post Arriaga, so you could frame it by the Mexican director without his writer's confidence, which is also the past director, which puts in place a film trying to build less structured and more of his previous works, the looking for a linearity that does not mind, however, its geometry, as simple as that is the circle, with strengths and weaknesses notwithstanding that it contains the idea of \u200b\u200bperfection inherent in this form.
The director delves into the pain of his hero and a city view from its margins, its suburbs, risky film that goes into these depths, which could come across in the picture postcard from hell and possibly so it might seem in some ways, even if effective Bardem is an actor, who can face take on himself the signs of pain and suffering, sorrowful figure apparently destined to roam aimlessly in Barcelona almost unrecognizable.
seems to give up certain games as they were called to assembly as in his other previous works, but still retains its style careful in describing parallel stories destined to cross, which now show here their addiction and their specific binding, with no games or twist of fate, trying to represent life in its fluidity and its intersections and human connections, even if a certain symbolism, a propensity to look towards death is inevitable and ubiquitous in his films.
Film disturbing and hurtful, which tends to the accumulation of elements, factors, histories and pain, this time seem to be a catalyst in the single player Bardem, a ghost living conscious of their fate and unable to accept sense of paternal love that binds him to his loved ones.
Inarritu not hesitate to represent us and tell us all this, not hide, even though certain formalities more or less noticeable, but perhaps denoting a satisfaction that there has always been in his films, then more than now, but still present and that should be sanded or dried up as the story itself, which tends to exceed and perhaps spill over into a functional length author to express the pain of its protagonists and force the viewer to confront it, but how consciously?
The authorial quirks that seem to sense traps are difficult to remove and which may be a limit of his films, though apparently set aside his former screenwriter Arriaga, but who are still peeping in his directing style and narration, and then need to understand if after this Inarritu will tell us more more vividness, even without overflowing actor, but in a positive way for the actor himself, as Bardem.
