Showing posts with label citas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label citas. Show all posts

Friday, February 18, 2011

NY Knicks evicted

Me ha hecho gracia. En pitchfork decían hace un par de días:


April, it turns out, is the month that New York bands from the start of the last decade take over Madison Square Garden. On April 2, LCD Soundsystem will play their last-ever show at the world's most famous arena. And on April 1, the night before, returning rock royalty the Strokes will play the very same venue, according to frontman Julian Casablancas' Twitter. Someone should tell the Knicks to clear the schedule in case Interpol, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, or, I don't know, Radio 4 suddenly decide that they want to play the Garden.



Friday, October 8, 2010

No, I wasn't angry with Paul

Así le lucía el pelo en el 71


Hoy he terminado de leer la entrevista a John Lennon a cargo de Jann S. Wenner (Rolling Stone, 1971), coincidiendo con su virtual 70 aniversario según Google (aunque realmente es mañana), que ha puesto una animación pastelosa en su honor adaptada/sustituyendo al logo, como vienen haciendo hace tiempo con cada ocasión especial que se les presenta, y bien me parece excepto en contadas ocasiones como hoy. Buena ilustración mal montaje, por no decir una canción hecha añicos de gastada.
A lo que iba, os dejo el resumen de la entrevista:

Do you think you're a genius?
Yes, if there is such a thing as one, I am one.

Ahora un par de citas que me han parecido cachondas:

And when we got here [to the US], you [the Americans] were all walking around in fuckin' Bermuda shorts, with Boston crew cuts and stuff on your teeth. Now they're telling us, they're all saying, "Beatles are passé, and this is like that, man." The chicks looked like fuckin' 1940 horses. There was no conception of dress or any of that jazz. We just thought, "What an ugly race"; it looked just disgusting. We thought how hip we [the british people] were, but, of course, we weren't. It was just the five of us, us and the Stones were really the hip ones; the rest of England were just the same as they ever were.


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We [the people in Liverpool] were the ones that were looked down upon as animals by the Southerners, the Londoners. The Northerners in the States think that people are pigs down South, and the people in New York think West Coast is hick. So we were hicksville. 
We were a great amount of Irish descent and blacks and Chinamen, all sorts there. It was like San Francisco, you know. That San Francisco is something else! Why do you think Haight-Ashbury and all that happened there? It didn't happen in Los Angeles, it happened in San Francisco, where people are going - L.A. you pass through and get a hamburger.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Chad


- You should put up a note in the ladies locker room. 
Put up a note? "Highly classified shit found: Raw intelligence shit, CIA shit?" "Hello, anybody lose their secret CIA shit?" I don't think so!

           Burn After Reading - Coen Bros.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Pacman


Tengo fotos de Chicago para dar y benedito. Os vais a hartar. 


Las secuelas del sábado duran demasiado: me han salido tres moretones en la espinilla izquierda, y sigo sin móvil. Parece que esta tarde lo recupero por fin.
Por suerte la pintura del mural era al agua, sino aún estaría sumergido en aguarrás, tenía pinceladas hasta detrás de las orejas.

A ver si Franc (o quien tenga) pasa las fotos, Pacman quedó mutilado y sólo me quedará el recuerdo pictórico para compartir.

"Después compre solfeos y un frac, y por favor no cante por la nariz y deje en paz a Schumann"
   Julio Cortázar - Instrucciones para cantar