tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920563823683893252024-03-13T14:39:17.856-07:0020 cancionesun mixtape de bonomi y cisneroUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792056382368389325.post-66148141460435288522010-12-06T12:20:00.000-08:002010-12-06T12:28:38.513-08:00ya estamos volviendo<object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_k8NR-JMajQ?fs=1&hl=en_US&hd=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_k8NR-JMajQ?fs=1&hl=en_US&hd=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792056382368389325.post-87879785570508384132010-07-29T18:01:00.000-07:002010-08-01T13:13:41.249-07:00postal (en construcción)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtF4p91hrnM/TFIko7hE7zI/AAAAAAAAAFk/LqsGoCKXxy4/s1600/francisco+de+goya+-+a+woman+reading+a+letter.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtF4p91hrnM/TFIko7hE7zI/AAAAAAAAAFk/LqsGoCKXxy4/s320/francisco+de+goya+-+a+woman+reading+a+letter.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499498380562591538" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Jóvenes leyendo una carta, Francisco de Goya. </span></i></div><div><br /><br /></div><div>1. Letter to Memphis. The Pixies.</div><div>2. Letter to Bowie Knife. Calexico.</div><div>3. Another Day Another Letter. Boz Scaggs.</div><div>4. Carte Postal. George Pringle.</div><div>5. Letter Never Sent. REM</div><div>6. Letter from an Occupant. The New Pornographers.</div><div>7. Dr. Buck's Letter. The Fall</div><div>8. Chain Letter. Todd Rundgren.</div><div>9. Letter from Belgium. The Mountain Goats.</div><div>10. A Letter to Lulu Mae. Jay Jay Johansson.</div><div>11. Give me a Letter. Ocean Colour Scene.</div><div>12. Letter from Huntsville. Micah P. Hinson.</div><div>13. Letter Bomb. Circle Jerks.</div><div>14. The Letter. The Mekons.</div><div>15. Christmas Card from a Hooker in Minneapolis. Tom Waits.</div><div>16. Fan Mail. Blondie.</div><div>17. Letter from Tina. Ike & Tina Turner.</div><div>18. Another the Letter. Wire.</div><div>19. A Letter To Elise. The Cure.</div><div>20. Letter from Spain. Electric Light Orchestra.<br /><div><br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792056382368389325.post-25852231815508620682010-06-23T12:17:00.000-07:002010-07-10T08:36:36.258-07:00room service<div align="justify"><strong></strong><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtF4p91hrnM/TCoJLS1dYfI/AAAAAAAAAFU/TYp7CSoctw0/s1600/IMAG2716.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488209185543643634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtF4p91hrnM/TCoJLS1dYfI/AAAAAAAAAFU/TYp7CSoctw0/s320/IMAG2716.JPG" border="0" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span><span style="color:#000000;"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">1</span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">. Hotel Yorba. White Stripes<br />2. Looking Over My Hotel Window. Yoko Ono<br />3. Broadway Hotel. Al Stewart<br />4. Glass Hotel. Robyn Hitchcock<br />5. She Was A Hotel Detective. They Might Be Giants<br />6. NY Hotel. The Knife<br />7. L’Hotel Particulier. Serge Gainsbourg<br />8. Hotel Daniels. Lalo Schifrin<br />9. Hotel Arizona. Wilco<br />10. Hotel illness. Black Crowes<br />11. Hotel expressionism. The streets<br />12. Hotel Tell. The Sea and The Cake.<br />13. Lonely Hotel Room. Dragstrip 77<br />14. Clifton Grange Hotel. Thin Lizzy<br />15. Hotel Hell. Eric Burdon and the Animals<br />16. Heartbreak Hotel. Buddy Love<br />17. Hotel Chambermaid. Graham Parker<br />18. Hotel Room. Richard Hawley<br />19. Sri Lanka Sex Hotel. Dead Milkmen<br />20. Paper Thin Hotel. Leonard Cohen </span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#000000;"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">1. </span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Hotel Yorba.</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> White Stripes. </span></strong><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">El Hotel Yorba existe. Por si alguien pasa está el sureste de Detroit, la ciudad de los White Stripes, como quien va a Canadá por la I-75. Ahora es un complejo de viviendas del gobierno. La banda dice haber grabado la canción en la habitación 206.</span></em></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Well its 1 2 3 4/take the elevator/ at the Hotel Yorba/ I'll be glad to see you later/ all they got inside is vacancy.<br /><br /></span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">2.</span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> Looking over my Hotel Window.</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> Yoko Ono.</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">La mejor Beatle enfrentaba, en 1973, la crisis de los 40 ante una encrucijada: saltar desde la ventana de su hotel o echarse una siestita con John Lennon. Eligió la menos peligrosa. O quizás no.</span></em></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Age 39, looking over from my hotel window,</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Blue dots and red dots skating away in the park.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I used to be there twenty years ago,</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Huffing over a mug hot chocolate drink.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Age 39, looking over from my hotel window,<br />Wondering if one should jump off or go to sleep.<br />People tell you up is better than down,<br />But they never tell you which is up and which is down.<br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Age 39, looking over from my hotel window,</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">95 pound bundle but it's trouble when there's nowhere to leave.</span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">People say stardust and golddust are it,</span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">But they never tell you it chokes you just as sawdust do.</span></span></div><div align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Age 39, feeling pretty suicidal,</span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">The weight gets heavier when you've bled thirty years.</span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Show me your blood, john, and I'll show you mine,</span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">They say it's running even when you're asleep.</span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">No trace of resentment, no trace of regrets,</span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">One blood's thinner but both look red and fresh.</span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">If I ever die, please go to my daughter</span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">And tell her that she used to haunt me in my dreams.</span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">(that's saying a lot for a neurotic like me.)</span></span></div><div align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Age 39, looking over from my hotel window,</span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Trying to tackle away with heart of clay.</span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">The weight gets lighter when there's nowhere to turn,</span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">God's little dandruff floating in the air.</span></span></div><div align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Age 39, looking over the world,</span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Age 39, floating over the world,</span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Age 39,...mm-mm...floating along.</span></span></div><div align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br />3. </span><strong><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Broadway Hotel. </span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Al Stewart.</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> Un botones solícito, filósofo y melancólico cumple con el servicio de habitación y da algún consejo sobre el amor. Y así se convierte en el único amigo capaz de entendernos y atendernos como lo merecemos. </span></span></div><div align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br />4. </span><strong><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Glass Hotel. </span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Robyn Hitchcock. </span></strong><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Quizás sea una metáfora de la vida misma de lo expuestos que estamos, o quizás sea una historia de fantasmas en los pasillos de un viejo hotel, o apenas una canción sobre un lugar en el que salen geranios de los teléfonos. Es Robyn Hitchcock</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">.</span></span></div><div align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">seems like you were in a glass hotel/seems like, it seems like/seems like there was someone else as well/ it seems like, it seems<br /></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">5. </span><strong><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">She Was a Hotel Detective. </span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">They Might Be Giants.</span></strong></span></span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br />6. </span><strong><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">NY Hotel.</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> The Knife. </span></strong><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Suecos expatriados con el corazón roto en la ciudad que nunca duerme pero está llena de hoteles. </span></em></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><strong></strong></span><div align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">This is our last goodbye</span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Now you should be holding me</span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Punkrock t-shirt, black cap and tatoo</span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">The first things I noticed about you</span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Now you should be holding me</span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Now you should be holding me </span></span></div><div align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br />7. </span><strong><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">L'Hotel Particulier.</span></em></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Serge Gainsbourg. </span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Una visita al "Corrientes 3-4-8" del erotómano francés. Un poco recargado de bronces barrocos y estatuas de afroditas y Salomé, para ahí se lleva a Melody, su novia con una edad que está al borde del delito. Es la habitación 44 y siempre conviene golpear antes de entrar.</span></span></div><div align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488207614097399154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtF4p91hrnM/TCoHv0venXI/AAAAAAAAAFM/uRQSMw2ZwzI/s320/serge_gainsbourg_histoire_de_melody_nelson.jpg" border="0" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> Au cinquante-six, sept, huit, peu importe</span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">De la rue X, si vous frappez à la porte</span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">D'abord un coup, puis trois autres, on vous laisse entrer</span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Seul et parfois même accompagné.</span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Une servante, sans vous dire un mot, vous précède</span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Des escaliers, dess couloirs sans fin se succèdent</span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Décorés de bronzes baroques, d'anges dorés,</span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">D'aphrodites et de Salomés.</span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">S'il est libre, dites que vous voulez le quarante-quatre</span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">C'est la chambre qu'ils appellent ici de Cléopâtre</span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Dont les colonnes du lit de style rococo</span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Sont des nègres portant des flambeaux.</span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Entre ces esclaves nus taillés dans l'ébène</span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Qui seront les témoins muets de cette scène</span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Tandis que là-haut un miroir nous réfléchit,</span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Lentement j'enlace Melody.</span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">8</span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">. Hotel Daniels. Lalo Schifrin.</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Bullit, OST. Un argentino, un amigo.</span></em><object height="364" width="445"><object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FXQ7wqd93aA&hl=es_ES&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FXQ7wqd93aA&hl=es_ES&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object>9. <strong><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Hotel Arizona. </span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Wilco.</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> Otra estrella de rock que llega a otro hotel en otra escala de su gira. El sacrificio de dar entrevistas y la necesidad de acostumbrarse a esa nueva vida.</span></object></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Hotel in Arizona made us all wanna feel like stars/ Rental cars and tinted windows, leave another number for me/ Even if I make it through/ That's just something that I have to get used to<br /></span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br />10. </span><strong><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Hotel Illness. </span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">The Black Crowes.</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> La difícil tarea de vivir la decadencia del mito rockero con cierta elegancia y sin que los demás lo noten.</span></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br />11. </span><strong><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Hotel Expressionism. </span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">The Streets.</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> La expresión a la que recurre Mike Skinner es a esa forma de arte que consiste en dejar la habitación del hotel hecha un verdadero desastre y tener el temple como para justificarlo como una necesidad artística.</span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">The fine art of hotel expressionism/ And the sentiment with the kettle and condiments/ Compose your mood using the soap and a shoe / The minibar can be part of the art</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">12. </span><strong><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Hotel Tell.</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> The Sea And The Cake. </span></strong></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br />13. </span><strong><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Lonely hotel room.</span></em></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Dragstrip 77.</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> Nada peor que un rockero con el corazón roto. Rejunta tres o cuatro tópicos como el tequila, la habitación de hotel y el recuerdo de esa mala mujer, lo adorna con una slide y allá va, derechito al olvido. </span></span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br />14. </span><strong><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Clifton Grange Hotel.</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> Thin Lizzy</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">. </span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Con ustedes, los mejores bigotes del rock: ¡Mr. Phil Lynott! Un par de mostachos de esos como para evitar en una pensión de mala muerte. Y más cuando manda una invitación del tipo</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> "come with me/ where they'll treat you well".</span></span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br />15. </span><strong><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Hotel Hell.</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> Eric Burdon and the Animals. </span></strong><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">El petiso de Newcastle llega a San Francisco con sus animales a cuestas, se emborracha, abraza el misticismo hippie, escucha a Love y cuando es despertado por un auténtico rayo de sol californiano extraña su frío y lejano hogar.</span></em></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">16. </span><strong><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Heartbreak Hotel. </span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Buddy Love.</span></strong></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br />17.</span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Hotel</span></strong></em><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> Chambermaid. Graham Parker.</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">El venerado Graham y su medicina para los momentos de ánimo escaso: una escapadita furtiva a ver la chica que, sumisa y cariñosa, no hace preguntas y al amanecer le lleva el café a la cama con esa sonrisa cómplice. ¡Y pobre del botones si habla!</span></em></span></span></div><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488231486137282114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtF4p91hrnM/TCoddXBTrkI/AAAAAAAAAFc/-ZkYKNymOOw/s320/bob%2Bgraham.gif" border="0" /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Bob y Graham, songwriter's style en 1978. </em></span></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><em></em><div align="left"><em><br /></em><span style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">18. </span></span></span><span style="color:#000000;"><strong><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Hotel Room.</span></span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> Richard Hawley<br /><br /></span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">19. </span></span><strong><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Sri Lanka sex hotel.</span></span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> Dead Milkmen.</span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Toda la promiscuidad asiática que una agencia de viajes puede conseguir.</span></span></em></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><em></em></span></span><div align="left"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></em><span style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Let´s have sex with strangers in the men´s room<br />We could do it and not get caught<br />Burn down the house where the metal kids live<br />All the Hendrix posters going up in flames<br />Let´s have sex without birth control<br />Sell our offspring to some dirty old men<br />Let´s play Big Black at 3 AM<br />And tell the neighbors they can all get fucked</span><br /></span></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br />20. </span></span><em><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Paper Thin Hotel.</span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span></em><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Leonard Cohen.</span></span></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="Bookman Old Style"; font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">The walls of this hotel are paper-thin</span></span></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="Bookman Old Style"; font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="Bookman Old Style"; font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span> <span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Last night I heard you making love to him</span></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span> <span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">The struggle mouth to mouth and limb to limb</span></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span> <span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">The grunt of unity when he came in</span></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span> <span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I stood there with my ear against the wall</span></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span> <span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I was not seized by jealousy at all</span></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span> <span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">In fact a burden lifted from my soul</span></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span> <span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I heard that love was out of my control</span></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span> <span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">A heavy burden lifted from my soul</span></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span> <span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I heard that love was out of my control</span></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /><br /></span></span> <span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I listened to your kisses at the door</span></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span> <span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I never heard the world so clear before</span></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span> <span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">You ran your bath and you began to sing</span></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span> <span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I felt so good I couldn't feel a thing</span></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /><br /></span></span> <span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I stood there with my ear against the wall ...</span></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /><br /></span></span> <span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">And I can't wait to tell you to your face</span></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span> <span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">And I can't wait for you to take my place</span></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span> <span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">You are The Naked Angel In My Heart</span></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span> <span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">You are The Woman With Her Legs Apart</span></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span> <span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">It's written on the walls of this hotel</span></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span> <span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">You go to heaven once you've been to hell</span></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /><br /></span></span> <span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">A heavy burden lifted from my soul</span></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span> <span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I heard that love was out of my control</span></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span></span><br /><br /></span><span style="Bookman Old Style"font-family:";"></span><o:p></o:p></p></span></span></strong></span></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#000000;"></span></strong></div></span></span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792056382368389325.post-76856351406704715642010-05-18T17:19:00.000-07:002010-05-29T15:03:29.333-07:00AM/FM<div align="center"><b></b></div><b><ol><li><div align="justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;font-family:Georgia;font-size:medium;color:#000000;">H.A.P.P.Y. Radio (fragmento) Edwin Starr</span></div></li><li><div align="justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;font-family:Georgia;font-size:medium;color:#000000;">Why Modern Radio is AOK with Me. Roman Candle</span></div></li><li><div align="justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;font-family:Georgia;font-size:medium;color:#000000;">Radio Song. Felice Brothers</span></div></li><li><div align="justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;font-family:Georgia;font-size:medium;color:#000000;">Left of the Dial. Replacements.</span></div></li><li><div align="justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;font-family:Georgia;font-size:medium;color:#000000;">Radio Radio. Elvis Costello</span></div></li><li><div align="justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;font-family:Georgia;font-size:medium;color:#000000;">Radio Clash. The Clash</span></div></li><li><div align="justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;font-family:Georgia;font-size:medium;color:#000000;">Dance to the Radio. Jimmy Webb</span></div></li><li><div align="justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;font-family:Georgia;font-size:medium;color:#000000;">Video Killed the Radio Star. The Presidents of the United States of America</span></div></li><li><div align="justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;font-family:Georgia;font-size:medium;color:#000000;">Heartbeat Radio. Sondre Lerche</span></div></li><li><div align="justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;font-family:Georgia;font-size:medium;color:#000000;">Radio Silents. Young Marble Giants. </span></div></li><li><div align="justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;font-family:Georgia;font-size:medium;color:#000000;">Radio Song. REM</span></div></li><li><div align="justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;font-family:Georgia;font-size:medium;color:#000000;">How to Kill A Radio Consultant. Public Enemy.</span></div></li><li><div align="justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;font-family:Georgia;font-size:medium;color:#000000;">Satellite Radio. Steve Earle.</span></div></li><li><div align="justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;font-family:Georgia;"><span style="font-size:medium;color:#000000;">Mexican Radio. Wall of Voodoo</span></span></div></li><li><div align="justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;font-family:Georgia;"><span style="font-size:medium;color:#000000;">Border Radio. Dave Alvin</span></span></div></li><li><div align="justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;font-family:Georgia;"><span style="font-size:medium;color:#000000;">Radio Retaliation. Thievery corporation</span></span></div></li><li><div align="justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;font-family:Georgia;"><span style="font-size:medium;color:#000000;">Golden Age of Radio. Josh Ritter (incompleta)</span></span></div></li><li><div align="justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;font-family:Georgia;"><span style="font-size:medium;color:#000000;">On your radio. Joe Jackson </span></span></div></li><li><div align="justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;font-family:Georgia;"><span style="font-size:medium;color:#000000;">Radio Sweetheart. Elvis Costello</span></span></div></li><li><div align="justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;font-family:Georgia;font-size:medium;color:#000000;">Roadrunner. Jonathan Richman</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></div></li></ol><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div></b><div align="justify"><b><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;color:#000000;">1. <i>H.A.P.P.Y. Radio.</i> Edwin Starr (fragmento)</span></b><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;color:#000000;"> </span></div><p><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:medium;"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><b>2. <i>Why Modern Radio is A-OK</i>. Roman Candle</b><br /></span></span>I<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:webdings;"> </span></span></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">was down at my favorite watering hole<br />with a buddy of mine that was out on parole<br />and we were flipping through the jukebox,<br />talking how we’d been and how we are.<br /><br />He’d got a library card and he’d pierced his tongue<br />and a buddy in prison had turned him onto Neil Young<br />and he thought that it’d be best to play some for the entire bar.<br /><br />Now he didn’t know, but while he was in jail,<br />I’d had my heart broken by a woman to wondrous to tell<br />and we‘d fallen in love to half the songs that jukebox played.<br /><br />So when he flattened his dollar on the side of the machine<br />and I saw “Comes a Time” come on the karaoke screen<br />I knew there was a couple things I had forgot to say:<br /><br />Don’t play Neil Young<br />Don’t play Van Morrison<br />Just let some high school emo band start versing and chorusing<br />Because there’s no way it will break my heart as far as I can see<br />and that’s why modern radio is A OK with me.<br /><br />He said a pop song used to be a powerful thing,<br />you could turn on the a.m. and John Lennon would sing<br />or Frank Sinatra would be talking to all of the girls.<br /><br />And you could think like a hawk or think like a dove<br />or think of a winter afternoon when you fell in love<br />and ten songs on a record sounded like a string of pearls.<br /><br />Now my buddy rattled on till an hour'd gone by<br />and I thought to spit a mouthful of beam in his eye,<br />maybe leave him for dead, but a friend is a friend to stay.<br /><br />So I listened to him talk about Johnny and June<br />And how "I don't know where I stand" is a true love tune<br />I bought another round just in time to hear him say:<br /><br />They don’t play Sam Cooke<br />They don’t play Merle Watson<br />They just trade some Cadillac Fleetwood Brougham for a broke-down Datsun.<br />And there’s no way it'll break my heart as far as I can see –<br />And that’s why modern radio is a sack of monkeys to me.<br /><br />He said it makes me so mad I want to get up and shout it<br />and I smiled and said I hadn’t thought that much about it<br />We walked out the street and parted ways.<br /><br />I might‘ve gone to a movie, but my money was spent<br />so I went straight home, and Lord knows where he went<br />but I wrote myself a letter to all modern dj’s:<br /><br />Don’t play Bob Dylan<br />Don’t play "Loose Ends"<br />Don’t play anybody that’s ever read Sir Patrick Spens<br />Because there’s no way it'll break my heart as far as I can see –<br />And that’s why modern radio is a-ok with me.</span><br /></span></span></p><div align="justify"><b><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;color:#000000;">3. <em>Radio Song.</em> Felice Brothers.</span></b></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:medium;"></span></strong> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:medium;"></span></strong></div><b><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:medium;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-STYLE: normal"><b></b></span></i></b></span></div><b><i><b></b></i></b><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><b><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-STYLE: normal"><b><br /></b></span></i></b></span></b></span></span></span></b></i></b></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><b><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-STYLE: normal"><b>4. </b></span></i></b></span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><em><span style="font-size:medium;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><i><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Georgia;">L</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">eft of the Dial.</span></span></i></b></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><b><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">The</span> </span></span></b></span><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">Replacements.</span></span></span></b></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span></span><em><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">A la izquierda del dial, lo más alejado del centro, ahí se escondía la música college, lo que luego se conocería como alternativo para morir en la orilla, hoy convertido en indie.</span></span></em></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></em></span></span></span></span></b></span></b></span></b></span></span></span></b></i></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><em><br /></em></span></span></span></span></b></span></b></span></div><b><b><em><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div></em></b></b></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><em><div align="center"><span style="font-size:medium;color:#000000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473118712825795458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtF4p91hrnM/S_RseLOGU4I/AAAAAAAAADU/4M1lR_F7nh8/s320/The%2BReplacements%2Btommy%2Bair.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-size:78%;">(En la foto The Replacements circa 1980. Paul Westerberger canta, Tommy Stintson, aún lejos de Guns N' Roses y del Estadio Centenario, salta con su guitarra)</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:medium;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:medium;"></span></div></em></span></span></span></span></b></span></b></span></b><div align="justify"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:medium;"><em>5.</em> <b>Radio Radio. <em>Elvis Costello.</em></b></span></span></span><em><span style="font-size:medium;color:#000000;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Cuando decía cosas como "I wanna bite the hand that feeds me" ("quiero morder la mano que me da de comer"), Elvis Costello estaba lejos de ser el músico respetable que no se queda en ningún género: era el rebelde muchacho gafoso que aprendimos a querer.</span></span><br /></span></em></span></span></b></span><b></b></b></span><b></b></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Radio is a sound salvation<br />Radio is cleaning up the nation<br />They say you better listen to the voice of reason<br />But they don't give you any choice 'cause they think that it's treason<br />So you had better do as you are told<br />You better listen to the radio.</span></span></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:medium;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:medium;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:medium;">6.<em><b><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">This is Radio Clash.</span></span></b></em><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><strong><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">The Clash</span></span></strong></span></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:medium;"><b><br /><br /></b>7.<span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><em><b><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Dance to the Radio.</span></span></b></em><span class="apple-converted-space"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></b></span><strong><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Jimmy Webb</span></span></strong><em><b><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">.</span></span></b></em><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><em><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Casi nada: Jimmy Webb es el tipo que escribió By the Time I Get To Phoenix, aquella que hizo </span><st1:place st="on"><st1:placename st="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Nick</span></st1:placename><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span><st1:placename st="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Cave</span></st1:placename></st1:place><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> en Kicking Against the Pricks</span></span></em></span></span></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:medium;"><em><span style="font-family:Georgia;">. Webb es uno de los grandes compositores estadounidenses. Esta canción está incluida en su disco El Mirage de 1977</span></em><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">.</span></span></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:medium;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:medium;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:medium;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:medium;"></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:medium;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Georgia;">8.<span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><em><strong><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Video Killed The Radio Star</span></span></strong>.</em><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><strong><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">The Presidents of the </span><st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">United States of America</span></st1:place></st1:country-region><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">.</span></span></strong><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span></span><em><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">La canción original (de los Buggles) habrá sido muy visionaria pero se puso vieja y fea. Incluso esta versión, incluida en la película The Wedding Singer y de una banda con bastante poca gracia, la mejora bastante.</span></span></em></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:medium;"><em><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></em></span></span></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="font-size:medium;"></span></em> </div><div align="justify"><em><span style="font-size:medium;"></span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="font-size:medium;"></span></em></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:medium;"><em></em><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:medium;">9.<span class="apple-converted-space"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></b></span><strong><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><em>Heartbeat Radio.</em> Sondre Lerche</span></span></strong>.<span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><em><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Lerche es noruego, así que si el se queja de que "</span><st1:personname st="on" productid="la FM"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">la FM</span></st1:personname><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> se volvió automática" que deja para la monónota sucesión de las mismas voces, las mismas canciones, la misma nostalgia de la frecuencia modulada nacional. También se pregunta si el "disc-jockey se ahogó en un mar de reverb y compresión", lo que es una buena pregunta. El tema, igual, refiere a asuntos más cercanos a una historia de amor.</span></span></em><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;color:#000000;">We laugh and cry but don't ask why</span></span></span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:medium;"><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">My poor heart still beats for you</span></span></span></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:medium;"><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Oh my heartbeat radio</span></span></span></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:medium;"><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">My darling waves can be replaced</span></span></span></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:medium;"><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">But I will remember youI'd sell my soul</span></span></span></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:medium;"><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">And you'll adore</span></span></span></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:medium;"><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Still I'm not receiving you</span></span></span></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:medium;"><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">On my heartbeat radio</span></span></span></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><p align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:medium;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Georgia;">10.<span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><strong><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><em>Radio Silents.</em> Young Marble Giants.</span></span></strong><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span></span><em><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Hermetismo y minimalismo, las razones por las que YMG fueron todo lo grandes que pudieron llegar a ser.</span></span></em></span></span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-size:medium;">B<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span style="color:#000000;">e polite/Tonight/Just for one time/Be polite/Tonight/You know a smile when you see one/Just for once/Tonight/You say it's better if we don't write/Radio silents/Tonight/Be polite.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="color:#000000;">11.<span class="apple-converted-space"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></i></b></span><b><span style="font-size:medium;"><i>Radio Song</i>. REM</span></b></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="color:#000000;"><b><span style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></b></span></span></div><div align="justify"><strong></strong> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:medium;"><strong></strong><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div align="justify"><o:p><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;"></span></span></o:p></div><div align="justify"><o:p><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;"></span></span></o:p></div><div align="justify"><o:p><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:medium;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">12. <b><i>How to Kill A Radio Consultant.</i> Public Enemy. </b></span><i><span style="font-family:georgia;">Esto estaba en Apocalypse 91...The Enemy Strikes Back.</span> "</i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:medium;"><i>The afternoon is FM in the PM", dicen y se permiten hacerle sugerencias para la playlist del disc-jockey (al que acaban de espetarle<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> "</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Only one black radio station in the city/Programmed by a sucker in a suit)</span></i></span></span></span></span></o:p></div><div align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:medium;"><span class="nltext">Can I kick it</span><br /><span class="nltext">Who the hell is on the radio</span><br /><span class="nltext">Or who's behind</span><br /><span class="nltext">Do you really think they'll mind</span><br /><span class="nltext">To play the funky jams</span><br /><span class="nltext">That everybody wit'</span><br /><span class="nltext">Some Def Jef or Ice T</span><br /><span class="nltext">Show they rollin' wit' the syndicate</span><br /><span class="nltext">Or can dey get funky</span><br /><span class="nltext">Wit' the underground</span><br /><span class="nltext">Master ace get a taste</span><br /><span class="nltext">Bomb squad gettin' hard</span><br /><span class="nltext">Marley marl makin' hipper</span><br /><span class="nltext">Trax for Jack The Ripper</span><br /><span class="nltext">Pumpin' Eric B or Papa San</span><br /><span class="nltext">Still rollin' wit' run</span><br /><span class="nltext">Did you think that ever</span><br /><span class="nltext">In fact you thought that never</span><br /><span class="nltext">Control of your soul</span><br /><span class="nltext">Is by a suit and tie</span><br /><span class="nltext">Then U wonder why why U never hear a rhyme</span><br /><span class="nltext"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">I say we do 'im</span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span><span class="nltext"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Till it's</span></span></span><span class="nltext"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> done</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"><span class="nltext"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span">1</span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">3. <b><i>Satellite radio</i>. Steve Earle.<i> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal">Debe saber de qué está hablando porque Earle, el más bolche de los country men, trabaja en Sirius Satellite Radio, la misma que aloja al programa de rock de garage de Little Steven. El nombre del show de Earle, lo define bien: Hardcore Troubadour.</span></i></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"><span class="nltext"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal">14.</span><i> Mexican Radio.</i> Wall of Voodoo. <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal">Stan Ridgway y Marc Moreland escribieron y Richard Mazda produjo esta canción sobre las AM de la frontera. Tienen el extraño honor de que el video apareciera en un capítulo de Beavis and Butthead. Es la razón por la que la gente anda diciendo que WOV es un one hit wonder. ¿Cómo alguien puede llegar a pensar eso?</span></i></span></span></b></span></span></p><div align="justify"><span class="nltext"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underlinefont-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:medium;color:#000000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474309395229037666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtF4p91hrnM/S_inZA011GI/AAAAAAAAADk/02R0FZ7BRsM/s320/SRG0377.jpg" border="0" /></span></span></i></b></span></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><em><p style="DISPLAY: inline! important"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;">(En la foto, Wall of Voodo en Los Angeles en 1979. De izq. a der. Chas T. Gray, Marc Moreland, Joe Nanini, Bruce Moreland y en trance frontman, Stan Ridgway)</span></p></em></span></span></b></span></b></span></b></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"><br /><span style="font-size:medium;"></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:medium;color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:medium;color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:medium;">15. <span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong><em>Border Radio.</em> Dave Alvin. </strong><em>Originalmente incluida en el primer disco de The Blasters, su banda, Dave Alvin la recicló seis años después, en 1987 para su primer trabajo en solitario, Every Night About This Time. Habla de una mujer que llama a una especie de Aquí está su disco fronterizo para pedir una canción que la acompañe en sus noches de mujer abandonada</em>.</span></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:medium;color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;color:#000000;">She calls toll-free and requests an old song<br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;color:#000000;">Something they used to know </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;color:#000000;">She prays to herself that wherever he is, </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;color:#000000;">He's listening to the Border Radio </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;color:#000000;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:medium;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:medium;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:medium;color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;color:#000000;">16. <strong><em>Radio Retaliation. </em>Thievery Corporation.</strong> </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:medium;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:medium;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:medium;"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:medium;">17. <strong><em>Golden Age of Radio.</em> Josh Ritter.</strong> <em>¿Para qué sirve una radio si no es para convocar al fantasma de Patsy Cline?</em></span></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;color:#000000;">Oh when I've got a worried mind I know</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;color:#000000;">I hear the ghost of Patsy Cline</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;color:#000000;">On the Grand Old Opry Show<br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><span style="font-size:medium;color:#000000;"></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:medium;">18. <strong><em>On your radio.</em> Joe Jackson. </strong><em>Una oda al rencor y la revancha personal. Jackson convoca a todos (ex amigos, ex amantes, enemigos, jefes injustos, maestros y a los compañeros que lo prepoteaban en el patio escolar) a que escuchen su canción en la radio. La venganza es un plato que se come frío.</em></span></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:georgia;font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;">Don’t you know you can’t get near me/You can only hope to hear me on your radio.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:medium;">19. <strong><em>Radio Sweetheart. </em>Elvis Costello.</strong></span></span></span></div><p><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:medium;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475627642849714898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtF4p91hrnM/S_1WVH5d4tI/AAAAAAAAAEE/qWQTRuYzjtA/s320/136477.jpg" border="0" /><em></em></span></span></span></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:78%;">(Elvis y sus atracciones en 1977)</span><br /></span></em></p><em></em><p><em><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:medium;"><strong>20. Roadrunner. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">Jonathan Richman.</span> </strong>¿Cómo no quererlo cuando dice cosas así?</span></span></span></em></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;color:#000000;">Well now/Roadrunner, roadrunner/Going faster miles an hour/Gonna drive to the Stop 'n' Shop/With the radio on at night/And me in love with modern moonlight/Me in love with modern rock & roll/Modern girls and modern rock & roll/Don't feel so alone, got the radio on/Like the roadrunner/O.K., now you sing Modern Lovers.</span></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792056382368389325.post-81557176326548536782010-05-18T09:56:00.000-07:002010-05-18T09:59:01.068-07:00Si andan cerca<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtF4p91hrnM/S_LHHNuCDPI/AAAAAAAAADM/EivC7vrVtTg/s1600/rokyposterFONDA.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472655423964318962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtF4p91hrnM/S_LHHNuCDPI/AAAAAAAAADM/EivC7vrVtTg/s320/rokyposterFONDA.jpg" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2