The Verve podrían volver a separarse

Parece ser que Ashcroft no se comunica con sus compañeros, y McCabe y Jones han comenzado un proyecto de lisergia con tintes post rock porque intuyen reactivación de la carrera de solista del lider y finiquito del grupo...

I wander lonely streets
I wander lonely streets
Behind where the old thames does flow
Behind where the old thames does flow
And in every face I meet
And in every face I meet
Reminds me of what I have run from
Reminds me of what I have run from

In every man, in every hand
In every man, in every hand
In every kiss, you understand
In every kiss, you understand
That living is for other men
That living is for other men
I hope you two will understand
I hope you two will understand

Ive got to tell you my tale

Of how I loved and how I failed
Ive got to tell you my tale
I hope you understand
Of how I loved and how I failed

I hope you understand
Ive got to tell you my tale

Of how I loved and how I failed

I hope you understand
Ive got to tell you my tale
These feelings should not be in the man
Of how I loved and how I failed

I hope you understand
In every child, in every eye
These feelings should not be in the man
In every sky, above my head

I hope that I know

So come with me in bed
In every child, in every eye
Because its you and me, were history
In every sky, above my head
There aint nothing left to say
I hope that I know
When I will get you alone
So come with me in bed

Because its you and me, were history
Maybe we could find a room
There aint nothing left to say
Where we could see what we should do
When I will get you alone
Maybe you know its true

Living with me is like keeping a fool

Maybe we could find a room
In every man, in every hand
Where we could see what we should do
In every kiss, you understand
Maybe you know its true
That living is for other men
Living with me is like keeping a fool
I hope you know that I am me so come on

Im thinking about history

And Im living for history
In every man, in every hand
And I think you know about me
In every kiss, you understand
Cause I am
That living is for other men

I hope you know that I am me so come on
And one and one is two
Im thinking about history
But three is company
And Im living for history
When youre thinking about the things you do
And I think you know about me
And youre thinking about the things you do
Cause I am
I want to tell you my tale

How I fell in love and jumped out on my bail

I hope you understand theres more in a smile than in a hand
And one and one is two
In every sky, in every kiss
But three is company
Theres something that I might have missed
When youre thinking about the things you do

And youre thinking about the things you do
Why am I going to
I want to tell you my tale
A place that now belongs to you
How I fell in love and jumped out on my bail
But you were weak and so was i
I hope you understand theres more in a smile than in a hand
Lets pick it up, lets even try
In every sky, in every kiss
To live today, so why not smile
Theres something that I might have missed
Dont dream away your life cause it is mine

Is that a crime (repeat) this life is mine

The bed aint made but its filled full of hope
Why am I going to
Ive got a skin full of dope
A place that now belongs to you
But you were weak and so was i
Lets pick it up, lets even try
To live today, so why not smile
Dont dream away your life cause it is mine
Is that a crime (repeat) this life is mine
The bed aint made but its filled full of hope
Ive got a skin full of dope

Jackson no ha muerto

Me consterna más la muerte de Farrah. Michael ya estaba muerto en vida, prisionero de su propia imagen deformada, convertido en una hipérbole de si mismo, y caricaturizado por sus neurosis agudas hasta dejar de ser persona, y empezar a ser personaje.

Era un cómic, era también, quizás, un personaje que podía haber creado un Palahniuk.

En cierto sentido no ha muerto, sino que ahora, convertido en leyenda urbana, en camiseta, en mentiras mil veces repetidas hasta ser una verdad, es cuando su imagen mediática cobra aún más vida.

¿Jackson la persona? Nunca la conocimos, no supimos de su existencia, tal vez él mismo, expuesto al foco desde siempre, no supo encontrarla y definirla. Jackson no ha muerto, tal y como lo concebimos, jackson nunca ha existido más allá del concepto, de la imagen, de la demencia, de la ruina humana que todos alimentamos y fomentamos. Otro howard hughes, otro ser desplazado y quebrado, que perdió incluso su capacidad para crear.

Lo único que lo había impulsado en su existencia miserable, solitaria, y oscura en busca de algo que fuera real, mientras perdía todo contacto con la noción de realidad.

Pobre cobaya nacida en un laboratorio (musical y familiar) y soltada en un bosque para morir de inanición, o de tristeza. Es lo mismo.

What Pete did?

"It's that mysterious thing called hype. I've looked under every rock, and I couldn't find out what it means. Certain people hear a certain melody, and they're attracted to it. I'm in love with that feeling. We're looking for fun and adventure and a bit of redemption and somewhere to live. Everything else is a blind venture into the unknown." - Former Libertine Pete Doherty on his own success.

"I think I only needed something to hold on to. It has never been about depravity. It's always been about melody. But melody and I met in many depraved situations. Meeting melody is the victory of the empty spiralling nightmare." - Doherty offering one excuse for his own appalling behaviour.

Ojalá dejará de estar tan empeñado en comportarse como un cliché inmaduro y autodestructivo. Eso no es verdaderamente subversivo.
Su último disco es maravilloso. Es la música, y tal vez el reto desafiante. No las drogas. No sea Vicious, sea Rotten. No sea Thunders, sea Strummer.

F de Frusciante

Ha vuelto el héroe de las cuerdas, amagando con un disco progresivo (The Empyrean), jugando con volutas de melancolía. Pertenece a sus discos más investifgadores que entretenidos, pero aún así, frusciante siempre muestra detalles de genio.

Ya viene...

Recopilata

Adrian Smith

Smith no tiene el pedigrí de un Angus Young, o el carisma de otros. Pero Smith toca y cómo, en una de las mejores formaciones de la historia guitarristica del rock y del heavy.
Su combinación con Dave Murray es una aleación perfecta, una simbiosis. Son un único guitarrista en dos cuerpos.
Cuando tras tiempos gloriosos, dejó Iron Maiden, lo hizo con elegancia. Y cuando volvió, con aún más tacto: hizo prometer a Steve Harris que con su vuelta no le quitaría el sitio a Janick Gers (que había entrado para sustituirlo).
Disfruten de este animal: No todos los guitarristas tienen nombre en letras de oro, no todos son superestrella, pero hay algunos que no lo necesitan.