1- Last Saturday before I got seperated from Anton we danced around the boardwalk with droves of people who were all following these African guys down the beach chanting and banging the shit out of a few gigantic drums. It's was pretty awesome.
2- The castle on top of the hills I live across from is a castillo, which looks and sounds a whole lot like a castle. But apparently doesn't really translate that well into English. The name of the area this "castillo" sits on is Tibidabo. And the name Tibidabo is apparently a reference to the Devil tempting Jesus in the desert. Something along the lines of "All you see and more if you bow down and worship me". Fucking rad.
3- There's this guy dressed in a sweat-suit and giant white roller skates that shows up every night at the square beneath my flat. He is fucking hardcore. He'll put every other skater in the square to shame by barreling head first at top speed into these scary-looking, extremely marble benches. And he'll grind the shit out of them and almost crack his head open in the process every time. This, however, doesn't stop him from looking extremely gay. I'm sorry, it's true what they say. He's quickly become Anton and my evening entertainment. The other night he took a pretty nasty spill and rolled around on the ground looking like he was going to spew up his kidneys for about 15 minutes before slinking away half-bent over. We were obviously concerned as for the next two nights roller skate guy didn't show up at the square. I think everyone noticed. The concern was palpable. All the other skaters seemed a little less enthusiastic about their kick flips. As if their minds were somewhere else. Anton and I ate in relative silence those nights on the terrace.
But last night the most miraculous thing occurred. In a move rivaling Christ's resurrection roller skate guy appeared out of nowhere and was street ballet-ing his ass off. You could tell he was a little shaken up. His headlong skate into the benches wasn't as care-free as before. But he was there and he danced to Anton and I's exclamations of "Viva la roller skate guy!!".
3- There are a number of albums I've neglected to post for awhile. Here are a few of them:
Life On Earth!-Look! There's Life On Earth
This is the debut from a side project of the bassist from Dungen. It's also one of my favorite albums of the year. Inobtrusive optimism and wonderfully arranged European (I was trying to avoid using this phrase as it's not the best descriptor and it's slowly becoming a dirty word in the pop music lexicon, but) psych-folk. Emphasis on the psych. Like a lost Joyce or Som Imaginarios record. Actually, this record owes as much to South American psychedelic rock as it does Sgt. Pepper. However, this is not to say Look! There's Life on Earth! is derivative. There is a distinct and confidently creative presence all over this music. Clever and progressive without being "Progressive". It's also probably one of the records I think will appeal to pretty much all the people I know of who visit this blog.
It's very good. Listen to it.
Yeah Yeah Yeahs-Is Is EP
Based off of their respective recorded output this past year, I'd be willing to bet the Yeah Yeah Yeahs and Liars have been hanging out again.
RAWK. I'm not so about the drums on this ep. But Nick Zinner is back to shredding and Karen O is still a fucking psycho.
Ther most concise way to describe the is is ep is it's a nice middle ground between the pop embellishments of Show Your Bones and the total destruction on Fever to Tell.
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Thank you for the Dungen bassist's album!
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