NECESITO ENCONTRAR GENTE DE CORDOBA CAPITAL q comprata mi gusto por radiohead, ya q los radiocabezas estan extintos o nunca existieron por aqui...si los encuentroles propondria salir a escuchar la mejor musica...o juntarnos a escuchar y a hablar de la mejor musica...o en su defecto... chatear y comentar sobre la mejor musica...les dejo msn: mariaevachauerba@hotmail.comsee uCON CARACTER DE URGENCIAJAJAJAJAJAJAJ
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The USGS recently developed a new method to assess the nation's potential for storing carbon dioxide into rocks below the earth's surface. This storage process, known as geologic carbon sequestration, could help lessen the impacts of climate change. The new methodology identifies a way to assess the volume of pore space in subsurface rocks that can store carbon dioxide for tens of thousand of years. The true global storage capacity of carbon dioxide in geologic formations is unknown at this point, and this method will help us find the best places in the country for this type of carbon sequestration. The USGS report can be found at the USGS Engery Resources Program Web site, and listen to a podcast interview with USGS scientist Robert Burruss on this new methodology. For more information, contact Leslie Ruppert at lruppert@usgs.gov (703) 648-6431.
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Today I was struck by an absurd but valid feeling. I realized, through an inner flash of light, that I am no one. Absolutely no one. In that flash of light, what I thought was a city proved to be a barren west Texas plain revealing no sky. I’m no one. No one at all. I’m the suburbs of a non-existent town.I don’t know how to feel, how to think, how to want.I am a stranger in the world and to the world, and am indifferent to all the lies about a meaningful world. I’m the plot of an unwritten film, wafting in the air, detached without ever having existed.The whirling of an infinite ocean around a hole in nothing. In this vast vertigo floats everything I’ve ever seen or heard in empty decent. Houses, Faces, kisses, pinches of music and inflections of voices all circling a bottomless void. Spinning corpses of physical space. The end of all worlds churning blackly in the waves. I’m that void at the center of which everything spins, falling from a trap door through infinite space. Existing only so this black whirl can spin, being a center simply because every circle fucking has one.But let’s just sit down here for a moment. From here we can see more of the sky. The vast expanse of these starry heights is soothing. Life hurts less as we gaze at them; a hint of fresh air from an unseen fan refreshes our weary faces. YOU are in this moment the whole universe for me. You’re the full content of my conscious sensation. All I want from life is to feel it being lost in these unexpected evenings we share. On this height by the oldest sky where the stars will always return. We must always live in the present. We and the universe and the mystery of both…eternally standing by the window.We don’t know anything about the future and no longer hold the past.Our arrogance is reduced to cinders in the face of the vast and chaotic absurdity of the universe. There is no clear meaning to life or death and the future is always uncertain.If I could only think. If I could only feel.You died too soon for me to ever know you…
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a friendly schoolmate let me borrow his comic book collection. everything was fine until under extreme mental distress, i began noticing reflections of my life in the comics. it was amusing until my death was foreshadowed and then came true according to book nine, i realized that in fact it was my life that was based on the comics. shortly after my death i was driven to suicide again, anguished by the lack of control i held over my fate. a few days later a girl from school dragged me down to her height by my tie and asked me to kiss her. i realized that this, too, was from the comic and, seeing an opportunity to break away from the book, i refused. when i had escaped to my home, i recieved a text message from her declaring she was making me lunch. i accepted hungrily but then broke into tears remembering book three, when the girl from school made lunch for the boy she likes. after finishing some math problems i began hasty construction of a hangman's noose in the flickering light of a fire on my bed fueled by the comics i had collected. during my work i was tormented by a feeling of forgetting something important. at seven i recieved another text message asking if i preferred rice or pasta. 'rice' i responded, measuring the strength of the noose against my foot. halfway through hanging myself i suddenly remembered that the boy died of choking on rice the day after failing to kill himself for the second time. dissapointed, i cut myself down and went to bed.
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Perhaps Shakespeare was a prophet after all. Maybe he saw our day and that vision lead him to proclaim:"O wonder!How many goodly creatures are there here!How beauteous mankind is!O brave new world!That has such people in't!" -- The Tempest, Act V, Scene I.If so, he was of course being ironic, and if he wasn't, there is no doubt that Aldous Huxley was when using this passage in his prophetic book "Brave New World". What is our problem people? What made this nation the greatest nation to ever grace this planet is the fact that here, in America you were free to succeed and free to fail. You knew if you took a risk it could pay out or it could cost you dearly. With those 2 elements in play you were able to weigh every risk, evaluate every decision and act according to your own ability and will.But not any more. Now, everyone is a winner. Everyone gets a trophy at the end of the soccer season. Everyone wins and there are no losers (well except for those super-rich people, but they can afford it anyway). I've talked about this before, but what has really set me off today was this picture I found:
This is Mary Ann Herrera standing out in front of "her home" in San Antonio. I put "her home" in quotes because it's not her home. It's the bank's home, not hers. It's not hers because she couldn't afford it. Now I don't know what the particular issue is. Maybe she just lost her job on the same day that her husband died or something, but I'm going to use her to represent the millions of people of who bought a home they could not afford and are now belly-aching that it's being taken away from them.Knowing the bank was about to kick her out she had her brother paint the words "Help!!" and "Foreclosure!!" on her home in the hope of getting assistance. This is absolutely ridiculous to me. Who are you asking help from? Who should pay for your problems? Who are you to get help? What makes you so d*mn special?I'm sure I don't know.A recent poll said that over 60% of Americans believe it is the responsibility of the government to provide food and shelter and healthcare for it's citizens. This is crazy. It doesn't say that anywhere in the constitution and more importantly people use to not want help. Where is our pride? What has become of us?Perhaps Rudyard Kipling said it best in his poem The Gods of the Copybook Headings when he said, "And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins /When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins ..."Just to show how screwed up things are, right now I am not eligible for any assistance, even under the new "stimulus plan". But if I were to not pay my house payment for the next 3 months (giving me an extra $3300 to spend on whatever) and got a notice that they were going to foreclose, and if during that 3 month period I racked up $80,000 in credit card debt thus making my debt-to-income ratio just such, then the government would swoop in and save the day, lowering my principle owed on my house, dropping my interest rate, and my monthly payments would be about where they are today, but with $83,000 worth of free stuff. WTF?This is just madness and I'm sick of it. People - stand up and take personal responsibility for your own actions and decisions. , but things have changed and it's now or never. We're losing the "Shining City on the hill", we're losing our freedom, and nobody is taking it from us. We're begging, in big letters painted on the side of our homes, to have them taken away from us. And my greatest fear of all is that if it continues, I'll get caught up in the tidal wave; I'll get eaten up by the beast and will find myself one day begging just like this lady in San Antonio. I really want to be a better person than that. I truly do.
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Posted by SubSickAlien on February 25, 2009 at 2:45am
Corey duBrowa once wrote a 1,700-word review of Hail To The Thief for the Seattle Weekly, ushering in a wave of fan mail that read like sour times at the Target returns counter. Which evidently hasn’t disqualified him from issuing the following list of the five most overrated and underrated songs in Radiohead’s lengthy, critically drooled-upon catalog.:: The Five Most Overrated Radiohead Songs1. “Creep” (1993)The one Radiohead song everybody knows and a staple of MTV’s early-’90s rotation (so ubiquitous that it prompted Beavis and Butt-head to offer up their own special brand of couchside analysis: “He’d better start rocking soon, or I’ll give him something to cry about!”). Pablo Honey’s wanna-be masterpiece of self-loathing is totally of and for the era from which it came: the same school of angst music that Clueless heroine Cher Horowitz once dismissively labeled “complaint rock.” That said, His Royal Badness, Prince, delivered a killer cover of the song to cap off last year’s Coachella festival, which makes me believe that Radiohead’s version suffers more from affected, sneering put-ons and weak performance than from substandard songwriting.2. “Electioneering” (1997)I’ll be the first to go along with the prevailing critical meme that OK Computer is one of the finest albums in modern rock and easily one of the top 25 ever released. (Rolling Stone’s “500 Greatest Albums of All Time” list has it sitting at 162, but what the hell do those fuddy-duds know about music, anyway? Pitchfork rated it the top release of the ‘90s, which is decidedly more like it.) But for as much as I’ve professed undying fealty to this record, I’ve never understood the discordant, descending-chord pigpile that is “Electioneering,” its place in the album’s running order or its inclusion on the record at all considering some of the terrific outtakes that emerged from those sessions. Hitting “skip” to “Climbing Up The Walls” always makes me inexplicably happy, which is weird, considering how creeped-out that song is.3. The entirety of Hail To The Thief, except “I Will,” which is borderline genius-lessons stuff (2003)My favorite bit from the Seattle Weekly review-cum-novella mentioned above is this summary of the album’s various flaws, which apply to pretty much every other song in its 14-track, pretentious alternatively titled running order: “This is a band caught dawdling in the fierce tailwinds of a continental drift. How else to explain a song as lovely as ‘Sail To The Moon,’ a piano ballad that would easily qualify as one of the most stunning things the group has ever recorded, if it hadn’t already done the same damn thing two years ago with Amnesiac’s ‘Pyramid Song’? Even if you tried to build a case that [Thom Yorke’s] stringing along a narrative intended to thread multiple works together—and frankly, you can’t—it just sounds lyrically lazy (if nevertheless beautiful to behold, at first listen).” So it is overstating things, huh? OK. Then let’s instead just pick on Yorke’s solotronic joint The Eraser.4. “Life In A Glasshouse” (2001)Just going on a hunch here, but I’m guessing that Amnesiac producer Nigel Godrich indulged in a bit of Method Acting stage-direction meant to inspire Radiohead during a particularly “down” moment in the studio: “Fellows, listen. On this take, I want you to play ‘Glasshouse’ as if Woody Allen got drunk, fell down a flight of stairs, plucked the clarinet out of his arse, then staggered over to the bandstand and attempted to play a new Radiohead song.” Uh, OK. Maybe the take after that can sound like “Mia Farrow chasing Woody down the street with a chainsaw, seeking revenge.” Or are they saving that one for the “guitar rock” album?5. “High And Dry” (1995)This track from The Bends had a lot to recommend it at first listen: classic chord structures, Yorke’s plaintive high-register vocals, a love-entangled lyric wrapped around the axle of a counting-it-down-to-zero love affair, a spy-themed video with a surprise car-bomb ending. Enigmatic, catchy and, ultimately (after a couple hundred times’ worth of hearing it), kinda slight. Radiohead would go on to do far better work (even on the same album; “Fake Plastic Trees” certainly fits this same mold, yet it clears a much higher quality bar), but for early fans, this song’s lovelorn mystique came to characterize Radiohead’s thinking-man’s-rock reputation. But hearing it today, you realize there isn’t as much to it as you originally thought. And they nicked the song’s title from Def Leppard (which had written about being both high and dry on a Saturday night in Sheffield more than a decade previously) or the Stones (who had done exactly the same thing, via a London filter, back in the mid-’60s).:: The Five Most Underrated Radiohead Songs1. “Punchdrunk Lovesick Singalong” (1995)You’d be hard-pressed to think of a band that has as much high-quality outtake/b-side material at its disposal as Radiohead. (Case in point: 2001’s Amnesiac is an entire official release of songs recorded during the Kid A sessions that were eventually deemed “good” enough for mass consumption.) This song comes from a 1994 EP (My Iron Lung) that may as well be a “lost” Radiohead album, given that it contains eight tracks (seven of which are unavailable anywhere else) of such consistently high quality that they certainly give those included on The Bends a run for their money. “Punchdrunk Lovesick Singalong” is anything but: a morose, layered ballad feting Yorke’s existential sadness for what seems like the umpteenth time. “A beautiful girl can turn your world into dust,” he sings, “I stood in front of her face when the first bullet was shot.” It’s perhaps the single finest thing Radiohead has recorded that didn’t merit an “official” release.2. “Blow Out” (1993)From its krautrockin’ beat to its squalling guitars (check Jonny Greenwood’s ectoplasmic six-string feedback tantrum at about the three-minute mark) to its subterranean-homesick paranoid-android lyrical bent (“Everything I touch/All wrapped up in cotton wool/All wrapped up in sugar-coated pills/Turns to stone”), Pablo Honey’s “Blow Out” neatly prefigures the latter-day alienation and experimentation of OK Computer and beyond.3. The entirety of Kid A, except “The National Anthem,” which is basically a big, lame blurt (2000)For anyone who lived through the trauma and aftermath of September 11 at close range, this is the record that most closely approximates the free-falling terror, fear and isolation of that event in musical terms. “Everything In Its Right Place,” “How To Disappear Completely” and “Optimistic” (along with its ice-cold instrumental prelude, “Treefingers”) are psychologically imbalanced mini-symphonies that may spell out Yorke’s very particular form of antisocial adaptive behavior but ultimately form the backbone of the soundtrack for the new apocalypse. (P.S.: Kid A also makes perfectly appropriate background music for watching CNBC chart the downdraft of the post-modern economy. I’m just sayin’.)4. “Lozenge Of Love” (1995)Another one from the jaw-dropping My Iron Lung EP. (Normally, I would say stop what you’re doing right now and go to eBay or Amazon or wherever and just buy the damn thing, as it’s as essential a part of this band’s catalog as anything you already have on a closet shelf or hard drive. But the EP will be included on the expanded reissue of The Bends next month, so I guess you can pick it up that way.) The fingerpicked, acoustic “Lozenge Of Love” is like finding a long-lost Nick Drake track. Make that a really good long-lost Nick Drake track.5. “Meeting In The Aisle” (1997)This glistening, shining instrumental comes from the Airbag/How Am I Driving? EP (a six-track grabbag of OK Computer outtakes) and serves as one of the band’s earliest attempts at Eno-like ambient-noise sculpture, only with real melodies, beats and identifiable song structures. There are other tracks on this EP that make it well worth the price of admission—spaced-out travelogue “A Reminder” and epic “Polyethylene (Parts 1 & 2)” both come to mind—but “Meeting In The Aisle” is the one that sold me then, and keeps me hanging on now.Written by Corey duBrowaFebruary 24, 2009Magnetmagazine.comSource Link: click hereRead more…
time flew by, peru didn't get a stop in the south american tour, just like colombia, venezuela and costa rica, despite having thousands of fans asking for it (almost 12,000 took part of the "radiohead en lima" group in facebook, but it was too late!). so we found no other option than traveling the continent to see our favorite band in concert...I'm personally doing brazil (rio and sao paulo), argentina and chile, totaling 5 shows. yikes! at least this is somehow weighing against my US visa rejection from last year (I posted a blog about it). I'm at the office again, but another one... better job, better salary, better workmates (I actually have them, as opposed to only having my boss and an assitant and that was it). anyway... I'm exactly three weeks away from embarking on the largest trip I've done on my own. exciting, scary... bound to be awesome!just read an interview with ed for a brazilian paper and he said the band will mix up the setlist a bit, which is nice... though I really hope it's not packed of "greatest hits" so they can treat us to some non-single material and even some b-sides, seeing how they've never been to this part of the world before.I'll keep posting as soon as the day comes... we have some exciting stuff prepared to make the band notice the presence of their peruvian fans (we're nearly 30 going to argentina and 40 going to chile... yikes!) and I really hope things are, above all, heaps of fun.just need to get my yellow fever vaccine within the next couple of days so I can enter brazil... :)I still don't know what I'll wear to the shows... and there's also some ultra-secret undercover mission I can't say a thing about, but I'll post about it if it becomes successful. nothing to be scared of, obviously.
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This amazing movie is from the Japanese space agency's SELENE mission (Selenological and Engineering Explorer, or Kaguya). It shows the Earth blocking out the Sun during a lunar eclipse - this is the first time such an image has been seen from the Moon.Let's all gawp together.
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Fireballs of realization burn through to the soulSinged memories of liesSmoke filled sighs of reliefThe embers remain...smoldering deep withinBurning cheeks with the ensuing tearsTrust, so fragile is now crackedMolten bile churns to the surfaceShould it eat its way through or be suppressed?Can it be repaired or must it be rebuilt?Is it even worth the trouble?Don't speak the wordsLies speed destructionWhich will win in the fight to remain?The lies of the past and the truth of the present,Or the truth of the past and the lies of the present.All truth or all lies is just too easyPerhaps it is time that this is someone else's fight
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The days continue as if nothing ever happenedNothing has changed and no one has noticedA question of reality and a loose grip on sanityMomentary sadness and lethargic tendenciesOthers see what they want and believe the same wayLack of understanding or inadequate explanationsThey yield the same resultsNo help for the helplessBroken angels cannot fly, yet they are angels just the samePerfection is not sought for us by othersIt is not expected nor can it beChange will find a home everywhereThough it is not always what is wantedGrowth is painful more often than notPerhaps it is that very pain that feeds the growth itselfWhatever the experience, whatever the causeOnce loved truly, loved foreverTrust in those who remain
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You know almost everyone out there is reporting only the negative things about "Sh*tstorm '09", but I guess there are a few silver linings like this from CNN.com. One of their headlines this week read Illegal Immigrant: "I can't make it here in U.S.". I had no choice but to read it. I was quickly disappointed when I read the first line:"LOS ANGELES, California (CNN) -- Pedro Pablo slowly folds up his American flag blanket and stuffs it in his duffel bag. With it goes his American dream."Yep, CNN like the rest of the bleeding heart liberals think this is a sad thing. Boo f*cking Hoo, Pedro can't find work in America so now he has to go back home. He shouldn't have f*cking been here in the first place.Let me back track. I am not against immigrants coming to America. I really am not. Let them come, but let them come legally. There is a pathway, and if it weren't for all the illegals coming in, the legal pathway wouldn't take nearly as long as it does now. Come in with legal documents, find work, pay taxes, contribute to our society and the building up of America. Raise your family by the fruits of your own labors. That is the American dream. The American dream is not sneaking into the country, buying illegal documents, working for slave wages, avoiding INS agents, and sending every frick'n dime of your money to some other country. That is not the dream. That is not the answer. That doesn't help anyone. It doesn't help the immigrant. It doesn't help his family and it sure as sh*t doesn't help America.The gist of the story is there isn't even day-labor jobs for illegals anymore. That is how bad "Sh*tstorm '09" has gotten. I'm really surprised there wasn't something in the new stimulus package to address this concern that would help these continue to rape our country.Pedro Pablo, an illegal immigrant from Guatemala, headed home recently due to the bad U.S. economy. "I left my family and lost four years with them. I will ask them to forgive me," he said.
Pablo is an illegal immigrant from Guatemala who came to the United States to support his wife and five sons back home. When he arrived, construction jobs were plentiful. Over the last year, he says, he's worked three days.He recently boarded a bus with a one-way ticket home, paid for by the Guatemalan consulate in Los Angeles. "I thought I could get ahead here. I regret coming."Well Pedro I regret that you came also, and I really hope your family doesn't forgive you. You sir our a frick'n loser. You are the very epitome of a sorry sack of sh*t."America's economic boom during the 1990s and 2000s created a high demand of day workers needed for anything from building homes to picking fruit and from working at slaughterhouses to working as nannies. Many of those jobs have since evaporated, resulting in more and more people -- immigrants and native-born Americans -- flooding day labor job sites and standing on street corners in search of any type of work they can get."So like ants or cochroaches or flies, they come here, pick us over and when there's no more left, the flee back to their holes. Nice."Steven Camarota with the Center for Immigration Studies, a Washington-based think tank that seeks a "pro-immigrant, low-immigration vision," said Census data indicate that more than 1 million illegal immigrants left last year, a departure that began even before the nation's economy took a turn for the worse toward the end of the year.He said better border enforcement and workplace raids on illegal immigrants "let people know that the immigration law was back in business."With illegal immigrants returning home, he said, "It's certainly good for two groups: taxpayers and less educated natives."Erik Camayd-Freixas, a professor at Florida International University who has served as an immigration court interpreter for two decades, said, "The truth of the matter is, despite our 7.6 percent unemployment, most Americans are not going to do those jobs that migrant workers do. They're certainly not going to pick tomatoes, grapefruits and oranges."BULLSH*T. This line of reasoning is the dumbest horsecrap ever. Who came up with this? Who actually believes this? Americans will do those jobs except they don't even pay minimum wage and they're not available. That's because of all the illegal scum bags that are willling to do it for less than minimum wage and farmers and companies are willing to hire them in order to save money.So yes, there's a lot of blame to place on those companies and private parties that hire illegals. They don't get a free pass from me. But as far as what American's are and are not willing to do - well I got 3 teenagers that will do just about anything to earn money for college. And for each of ours teenagers, they have 4 or 5 friends that are also willing to do any of those jobs, and they all know people who are willing to do those jobs. There isn't a job that needs to be done, that we are unwilling to do, so stop feeding me that bullsh*t about illegals doing jobs that American's are unwilling to do. That's crap. Erik, you're a sorry sack of sh*t too."Camarota disagrees with Freixas. He said Americans most likely to compete for day labor jobs -- those with a high school degree or less (the teenagers I was just talking about) -- are currently unemployed at an astounding rate of about 15 percent. "It's very hard to argue that we're desperately short of unskilled workers," he said."That's why my cousins can't even get a job at McDonalds right now. My younger cousin recently worked for the uncle of one of his friends. This guy owns a restaurant and was moving into a smaller location to save money on rent. At the end of the day, my cousin asked him if he could hire him as a server. The man said, "A year ago, I would have hired you on the spot. You're one of the hardest working kids I've ever seen. But I've got a stack of applications an inch thick to fill one server job. Most of those applicants are college educated adults with families they're trying to support. Two of them have Masters degrees. I'm afraid I have to chose someone with kids over you."So I say to all you illegal immigrants. Stop stealing jobs from our kids. Go home. Stop stealing our children's opportunities. Go home. Stop stealing the American Dream from our kids. Go home. Stop f*cking with our kid's plans for college. GO THE F*CK HOME.The final word from Pedro was: "I can't make it here. If I have to suffer, it's better to suffer in Guatemala with my family." I agree. Go suffer with your family. Pedro I hereby crown you "Sorry Sack of Sh*t" and I hope you get home to find out that your wife has been f*cking the landlord in exchange for rent, and that your daughter is prostituting herself for food, and it's because you are a miserable failure.OK, maybe I don't really mean that, but I am glad he's leaving
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LOUP TRADUCIENDO RADIOHEAD/STONEHENGE BOOKS/ MEXICO/LADYNEWELL&FRIENDS
Queridos friends:
Finalmente, estamos publicando LOUP TRADUCIENDO RADIOHEAD en STONEHENGE BOOKS – edición mexicana.
Y como estoy tan pero tan contenta ¡! happy girl ¡! quiero compartir con uds “my amazing experience” de ver por primera vez en mi vida a RADIOHEAD.
A continuación posteo mi testimonio: RADIOHEAD/OJO DE AGUA/MEXICO 1994
Están cerrando el Museo de Antropología pero me demoro unos minutos en la sala Oaxaca, observando extasiada la copa del colibrí, una delicada vasija de cerámica en donde antiguamente bebía el pueblo de las nubes. Cuando salgo al parque ya se ha hecho de noche. El cielo parece de cemento y una llovizna pastosa acentúa aún más el verde ceniciento de la arboleda. Camino rápido rumbo a la estación Chapultepec. Temo darme nuevamente una perdida en ciudad de México. Ingreso al metro, estoy cansada, el ambiente está denso, hay mucha gente, cuerpo contra cuerpo, nadie se mira. Todos tienen miedo.
Más tarde me reúno con mis amigos porque planeamos lanzarnos al amanecer por la carretera México Pachuca rumbo a las grutas. Me prometen que la experiencia con los hongos es fabulosa, el camino desértico y que desde las montañas brotan fuentes de aguas purificadoras.
Viajamos muchas horas hasta llegar a una zona de bosques, acampamos cerca de un arroyo. Mientras el frasco de jalea con los extraños hongos pasa de mano en mano, un amigo ensaya en la guitarra un tema de Nirvana. Más tarde, nos bañamos en una cascada fosforescente pero yo estoy asustada.
Retomamos el camino y al atardecer entramos a un pueblo. Nos esperaban en una cabaña y allí me entero que no soy la única extranjera recién llegada a Ojo de Agua. Me cuentan que hace unas horas también llegó una banda británica y me preguntan si los conozco. Pero la verdad es que en 1994 no escuchaba a Radiohead, podría decirse que casi ni los conocía.
La noche nos encuentra entre cantinas y bares. A tiros de tequila y botellas de cerveza matábamos el tiempo antes del show. Tengo la impresión que todos me miran e intento en vano tranquilizarme pensando que no soy la única inglesa en el lugar. Quiero volver a la cabaña pero no me animo a caminar sola. Decido seguir junto a mis amigos, no importa adonde vayan.
Cuando llegamos, el show ya había empezado. El lugar era sórdido, íntimo y asfixiante. La gente se apretujaba junto al escenario y no daba la impresión de que conociesen demasiado a la banda. Yo observaba, intuyendo la extrañeza de la escena. A medida que el show avanzaba, la música iba cobrando intensidad. Y si en los primeros temas todavía me permitía unos instantes de distracción, luego ya no me fue posible mantener el control. En algún momento quedé totalmente capturada: Radiohead sonaba crudo.
Me acerqué y vi de frente la colosal presencia de Ed O´Brien dominándolo todo. Un poco más atrás, entre los bafles, Colin Greenwood parecía disfrutar tocando el bajo. A Phil Selway no lograba verlo bien pero su dramática batería marcaba el ritmo con perturbadora discreción. En el rincón derecho, Jonny Greenwood aferrado a la guitarra experimentaba con teclados y escondía la cara bajo su negra melena. Y en medio, dando vueltas psicóticas por el escenario, Thom Yorke cantaba Creep haciendo aullar al público.
En aquella legendaria performance de Creep, Thom todavía conservaba la furia adolescente. En aquella legendaria performance de Creep, Thom reclamaba con la urgencia del amante. En aquella legendaria performance de Creep, Thom parecía un Romeo despechado.
La canción terminó pero el griterío no cesaba. El público enardecido pedía que la volvieran a tocar. Finalmente y después de una larga espera Thom salió a escena. Parecía harto de todo, decidido a desquiciar el morbo de sus fans. Si el patetismo confesional de la primera versión nos había conmocionado, ahora el bis sería tan bizarro como un karaoke.
De pronto, miró rabioso al público, se adelantó hasta el borde del escenario y una sucia luz mostaza le cayó sobre el cuerpo transpirado. Ocultaba una mano entre sus piernas y con la otra se levantaba la camiseta de un modo tan obsceno como maníaco. Permanecía quieto, con la espalda doblada, gozando el rechazo sexual en medio de súplicas e insultos. Estaba asustado y jadeaba como un animal en celo.
Mientras tanto, la esquelética silueta de Jonny Greenwood se movía frenéticamente y tocando la guitarra con un brazo lesionado desgarraba la canción a golpes de acordes muertos.
Entonces, la sala explotó y Thom por fin se sintió integrado.
Aquella primera vez que vi a Radiohead en México fue decisiva. Todavía hoy, tantos años después, no logro comprender del todo qué fue lo que pasó. Lo único que puedo afirmar es aquella legendaria performance me provocó una potente interpelación psíquica como si la mente perturbada de Thom Yorke me contagiara su espantosa lucidez, su siniestra belleza, su honestidad emocional.
No deja tampoco de inquietarme que una vez más el sincrodestino trace el recorrido y que nuestra publicación mexicana de LOUP TRADUCIENDO RADIOHEAD en Stonehenge Books, coincida con el retorno de Radiohead a México. Es como si el tiempo no hubiese pasado, como si yo todavía estuviese allí, junto al escenario, viendo la performance en Ojo de Agua.
La misteriosa conexión se instaló y ya nunca más pude parar. Una nueva adicción se agregó a mi larga lista de excesos. Radiohead colonizó mi psiquis y empezó a provocar una compulsión por la escritura. En parte así surgió LOUP TRADUCIENDO RADIOHEAD.
Ahora lo estamos publicando en México, gracias a la valentía de Hamlet, el espectral editor de Stonehenge Books. Totalmente convencido de que el espíritu de Edgar Alan Poe lo guía, Hamlet se entrega al vicio supremo de la literatura y cobra coraje vaciando copas de ajenjo para animarse a encarar la delirante empresa de publicar este libro.
Como siempre hemos contado con el estilo inigualable de Roger Dean Disciple, quien diseñó un arte de tapa tan vintage que el libro parece sacado de la sección de cuentos de hadas victorianos de la British Library. Además, esta vez, el don de las Hadas de Avalon ha dejado su sutil encantamiento en algunas de las páginas.
Realmente yo estoy super contenta porque el librito quedó precioso ¡!!
En fin, mis queridos friends, LOUP TRADUCIENDO RADIOHEAD está a la venta en las librerías mexicanas y la verdad es que me encantaría que lo lean. Para más información sobre el libro:
http://www.samsaraeditorial.com/
http://www.ladynewellandfriends.com
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