Hello my brothers, here i come again. Yes, Wirtis is back. Like a nightmare fucking yours dreams ¿Right? Well today I come with a classical for those that love cavemen melodies. Yes brothers you`re agree when I show you this album: Their Hispanic Majesties Request. A great Ep with four of the greatest Latin-Americans garage bands now a days: Los Peyotes, Luis and The Wildfires, Davila 666 & Los Vigilantes ¡clap your hands, amigos! So you miss garage rhythms??? Here you have: intoxicate your soul. But take easy, cause there, where we have meted a couple of years ago; I’ll let you a beautiful album call “Dirty punkers from sixties” Featuring twenty gems from Latin-American sixties. Well, if you want you can pass by for blogspot.
Here is another point. Here we are for speak about this album: Their Hispanic Majestic Request. Like I was telling you here you are going to find four versions. The Ep open with one of the best version in disc: Let`s spend the night together by Los Peyotes. They make a dirty and insolent version. For me the best track here. However, the other tracks are very god to. Te second is She is a rainbow for Davila 666. A pretty one too. In the b side you`ll find Get out from my cloud inspired, directly, from the excellent version from Sonia that (What a casualty!!!) I put for you in Dirty Punkers from Sixties in blogspot. Well, a great version. If haven`t listen any of this two version I recommend you listen first the Sonia`s one and, later this. The last track in the Ep is a very good version of Paint in black, called: One tone more dark. A very effective one cause is playing by Los Vigilantes (You know that wonderful band ¿No?)
Well my brothers I let you a great disc from the weekend. Here and there, so you can`t complain about Wirti`s work. Enjoy. Here you have Their Hispanic Majestic Request!!
Ah!! Before i go: take a look here, The Knacks have made their own page here.
Ni siquiera podía sospecharlo. Era domingo. Jorge había pasado el día ahí, en casa. Con los viejos. A la tardecita, cuando el sol campeaba, cargó la pava y se sentó a esperar el agua calentar. Sacó la guitarra y la templó un rato. Húmeda y continua la luz fue menguando mientras tocaba. No era fácil componer, por eso se rompía la cabeza todos los días pensando cosas nuevas para la banda. Mucha voluntad. Y trabajo. Siempre le había gustado escribir. Tenía un estilo melancólico y burlón. Desde pibe había delirado con Julián Centeya, Onetti, Arlt y la guardia vieja del tango. También blues, rock y ácido. Un menjunje embadurnado en viajes de mochila y dedo. Eso era Jorge. Y sus letras. Escribía en lunfardo versos nuevos y cotidianos. Que hablaban de la modernidad, de la soledad y la globalización.
El agua, a fuego lento, aun no hervía. El mate era un rito que Jorge ejercía con parsimonia y placer. Sin apuros. Dejó la guitarra sobre la mesa y volvió con un papel y una birome. No se sentía especialmente inspirado pero si algo había aprendido en el arte es que no existe el soplo divino de las musas. Todas mentiras: para escribir había que poner huevo. Y nada más. Si la inspiración venía tenía que encontrarte laburando. Claro que, si hay algún mango por lo que uno hace, la voluntad viene mejor. Bien lo sabía desde que la banda había logrado repercusión. Y prestigio porque venían trabajando desde la sombra, lejos del circuito convencional.
El agua empezó a bullir inquieta en la pava. Estaba lista para el mate. Jorge se levantó, llenó el termo y volvió a la mesa. No sin antes ponerle un toque de agua fría al mate para que no se quemara la yerba al servirlo. Se sentó. Cebó el primero y tomó la guitarra. Largó un Mí y recordó cuando empezó: tenía un cuaderno lleno de notas y poesía – para lo único que había servido laburar en el taxi – y se le ocurrió volcarlas en la música. Nueve años atrás. Se había comprado una guitarra y, con los pesos que le sobraron; se había pagado unas clases. Aprendió los ritmos que más le gustaban - tango, vals y candombe – y se largó a componer. Pronto había inventado un logo, un concepto y un nombre: La Guardia Hereje. Pero claro, la banda era él – un no muy iluminado guitarrero – y con eso no daba. Entonces, consciente de lo efímero, publicó un anuncio: La Guardia Hereje busca músicos.
No pasó mucho y aparecieron. Un percusionista y dos violeros. La Guardia Hereje tornó realidad. Tango orillero de guitarras y sangre les salió. Así vistas las cosas, casi era inverosímil pensar que acababan de tocar en el Podestá. Sin embargo llevaban años recorriendo el circuito de la Plata. Circuito que, por cierto, habían ayudado a difundir con la creación del Tango criollo club: un ciclo que reunía a las bandas jóvenes del tango. Están pasando cosas. Hoy. Otra vez. Hay quienes en medio de ese caos, con un sonido acústico, moderno y joven…resucitados por una crisis que nos reinventó a todos, empiezan a asomar la cabeza, sonriendo. Se oyen vientos de cambio. Están solos, pero con un poco de silencio, podemos empezar a escucharlos; dijo Jorge cuando le preguntaron por qué el ciclo.
Mientras cebaba otro mate escuchó entrar a su viejita, venía de hacer algunas compras. Presto se levantó y le cambió las bolsas por el mate. Ella le sonrió, lo miró y le acarició la mejilla. El disco de La Guardia Hereje que estaba por salir tenía una canción que le había dedicado. Se sentaron a la mesa y apuraron unos mates. La vieja se levantó a calentar los restos del mediodía para la cena. Jorge templó la guitarra un rato más y se fue a bañar. El agua tibia, cayendo en su cabeza, se le antojó serenidad y descanso. Se dejó caer en la bañera y recordó cuando anduvo de buscavidas allá, al otro lado del charco. Se había ido con unas pistas grabadas. Tal vez le hubiese ido bien en Europa pero, la familia, los amigos y el barrio tiraron más. Despacio y casi desapercibido, comenzó a sentir un hormigueo en el brazo izquierdo ¿se le habría adormecido? Muñequeó una y otra vez. Y nada, che. Salió de la bañera, se afeitó y se vistió. Cómodo, de entrecasa para la cena y al sobre. Fue hasta la cocina. La vieja tenía servida la comida. Se sentó y, cuando fue a dar el primer bocado, un dolor fuerte, como un desgarro; le quebró el pecho: Cayó infartado sobre la mesa. El resto es mito, leyenda y arrabal: La Guardia Hereje.
Hello my beloved friends. Here i come again. Now more than ever because Mediafire lock on my account. There were thousands of mp3. I lost all. We lost all. I don`t care. Fuck you Mediafire and all the servers. I`ll continue up loading music. Until FBI came for me. And i`ll be waiting. Smoking and sharing.
Más allá de la censura y persecución a los bloggers, nosotros seguimos acá. Tengo la sensación, no voy a mentir, que cada vez somos menos. Blogs se cierran o caen a diario. El hecho de que Mediafire haya bloqueado mi cuenta es uno mas entre los varios que pueden matar el laburo hecho acá. Piensen que, además de los putos de Mediafire, están los de google, los de yahoo, los de blogger, los de wordpress; todos dispuestos a cerrar sitios en nombre de la propiedad privada y el arancel avariento para proteger empresas imperialistas. Nosotros, desde Garagelatino, reaccionamos contra el colonialismo autoritario e impune de estos poderosos, les escupimos la cara. Nos les paramos de brazos ¡Putos!
No nos van a callar.
Hoy les traigo el segundo disco de La Guardia Hereje. Una banda profunda, poética (¡Cuánta poesía gordo!) y hermosa. Esos adjetivos me vienen inmediatos. Hacía mucho tiempo que en Argentina se hablaba sobre la necesaria renovación que el tango debía tener. Y así fue. Altertango, Daniel Melingo, La Orquesta Típica Fernandez Fierro y 34 Puñaladas, según yo; han sabido darle bríos con dignidad al tango. No obstante ninguna me ha calado tan hondo como La Guardia Hereje.
En primer lugar la lírica que maneja esta banda es absolutamente excepcional. Comparable solo con La Pequeña Orquesta Reincidentes o algún poema mío.
yo soy latino y sensiblero/ yo soy la escoria, el mestizaje/margarita en el chiquero/soy el dorado guaraní/y soy el gaucho montonero.
Soy el esclavo y el mensú/soy el quebracho y el hachero. /Soy masa morra con champagne/soy inmigrante analfabeto/soy mescolanza dolorosa/soy pasión y maravilla.
Soy semipiso de Belgrano.
Lo que le leyeron es parte de la letra que canta el gordo Alorsa en La cría del Plata. Y podría citar cualquiera de las letras y verían en todas la misma constante: imágenes con pasión y arrabal. Ahora bien, la poesía de Alorsa redunda en los lugares comunes del tango. Es decir: la soledad, la tristeza y el dolor de ser. Pero, y he ahí la genialidad; reinventándolos mediante asociaciones inteligentes y bellas. Alorsa logró lo que, para mí pocos pueden: reinventar la lírica del tango introduciendo elementos propios de la actualidad pero partiendo de sus raíces mas genuinas. Por otro lado, es absolutamente deslumbrante la calidad de los músicos. Apenas si son dos guitarras y un percusionista - estilo orillero y marginal de los años treinta – pero transmiten una furia rockera y melancólica que solo veo en quienes, de verdad, hacen arte.
El agua sucia del cordón que va ensuciando las esquinas. La madera del tablón que grita el gol del domingo. Una canción que le envidia a Sabina las minas y el sol. Y a Arjona lo grasa que sos.
Entonces, hermanos, ante el golpe artero del eunuco sajón le digo: Andate a la puta que te parió, voy a seguir escribiendo. Y les cuelgo La Guardia
Hello my wirtianos brothers. Here i come again. This time with Samael. I don`t know if you have listened this guys. They are a real god band of black metal. Maybe you aren`t acquainted with the genre. In any case this is an excellent album to meet black metal. Al list it was for me. I heard Samael long time ago, in 1996. At the time I was rocking with Todos Tus Muertos , Babasónicos And Los Brujos. Absolutelu far from Samael ¿No? Yes, very far. But, and that time I was starting to smoke pops and, because of this, I was starting to join again with who now a days is a very close friend. I remember we use to smoke and put music very high. You know my friend: i`m an open mind man. So, one day, when my friend told me: Hey Miguel take a listen to this! And play Samael at the top of volume. Wau said to myself, what a good band. So I borrowed the disc to my friend and wen home.
There I found a real good band. At the beginning it was difficult for me understand the music because I wasn`t use to voice so deep and torn. But, during the disc my ears became accustomed and said hey bro, this band rock on!!
So for a time I was listen band of black metal and, of course, they face most sad and depressing: doom. Now a days I don`t use to listen this kind of music. However, there are a punch of band and disc that stills remains in my mp3. Hypocrysy, Tiamat, Lacrimosa and Samael. Especially for this album: an excellent mix between black metal and tecno. I think Passage is hinge in rock and roll music. So: give it a chance, don`t be a socket head.
Hello you fucking wirtianos boys! How is life with you? Good? I hope so, cause today I bring you something dirty, dark & sad. Yes, Brothers!!! Because life sucks and every day it is another step to dead. So, knowing that I live every day like it was the last: crying and cursing god. Why you want to take Wirtis out of this world, lord? Why such a rage against human been? Is because we crucificated you? Is because we didn´t believe your word? Maybe you are right: is payback time. But, we are a lot here, in earth, so you are going to have a lot of guts to get us out from this world. You think: Why in hells find this ugly human been all their courage, all their balls? And I answer you: from musicians like The Tiger Lillies. Yes!! They look in to your eyes and spit in it.
The Tiger Lillies. What a great band. Dark cabaret, sad life, in those names – maybe- we can call this band style. They are only three guys: one drumming a plate with a drum, another playing bass – jazz bass!! – and the other, the last one, playing accordion and singing. But is not a regular singing or a gay one, no brother, this guy sing like a girl, like he was Billy Holiday or Katherine Whalen, but with rage and sadness, infinite sadness. He always dress like a clown, a pervert one. Red smile with white face in black eyes, that’s the Tiger Lillie´s lead singer. The circus’s esthetic joint with dark lyric that speak about pimps, sluts, sex & murders. So they mixture in a real ingenious way their music creating a whole world deep in darkness, long time ago, in the fifties – maybe – where three losers sing about life. Believe.
The Tiger Lillies are a real great and original band. They are artists in all the term. This record, this dirty music is dedicated to my brothers in life: Perro Verde, Oració, Pepé, Kiko and Raúl. Cause they know about loneliness.
Good afternoon my friends. Here i come again. This time – exactly like the older post – I bring you a mendocinian (I don`t think that “mendocinian” concept exist for the fucking yankis, but I really don`t mind cause I only reason I write this blog in English is I want you understand me, sucker) band born a long time ago, when we were dreaming that we belonged to Europe. Fortunately that time pass by, and only was a sigh. Well i`m here to present you this magnificent band from my country, so, that`s I`ll do: Ultramandaco. A legendary band from Mendoza, desert republic, unimagined home. That`s why is so important the fact that bands like this rise in Mendoza, between mountains and loneliness. Yes amigos. We have to spread the music, support new art, new blood. Is the only way that we`ll keep our faith alive. That`s why, since a few post, I began to share local bands. Groups outsiders, only because here, in Argentina, the only way to climb at the top is having Buenos Aire`s bless. A real shit, I know. But artists, here in Mendoza, are a little bit rebels. It`s logical: we have been brought in the middle of the nowhere. We born lost in the mountains and grow up alone, without love.
That`s great because we create our self. Well, Ultramandaco have that characteristic give us our identity. They sound is quiet noise, with a real hard rock some time and, when the climate is lysergic and flying; they become an acid trip. Yes brothers. Believe me. Believe in Wirtis.
Here I let you this wonderful disc. If you like R`n`R you must to listen this one. Here you have Ultramandaco, and, of course, some videos. See you, if the SOPA law don`t wind in yanki`s congress because, if they win, you can say good bye to Internet knowledge. Bye friend. Fight against imperialism.
Hello my wirtianos brothers! Here I come again. Yes, once more time. Cause, for me, make this blogs without any reward, with no support it`s difficult, tell you brother. Life stinks, every day you will find motherfuckers bulling you for nothing. Out there, in the streets, when you are a worker (no a miracle worker, of course) you`ll have to support your boss, breaking your balls because he fell like shit (he don`t love, don`t fuck and don`t live) and want to spit his shit in you. Oh, what great fell of hate wake up in you ¿don`t you thing, boy? Life has another way to bulling us: giving you a heavy noisy wife, that yell every day and night. Yes, there are a thousand of ways to ruin your life.
For example, imagine that you have a great band, a rock and roll band. And you sound like hell, I mind, you play like god. And have a real talent with music. Make your own music, create your own image and record your own long play. And all the things you have made with the band are real good, real valuable. But (cause, you already have to know: always are one but) you and your mates were born in a small and antisocial village like Mendoza, my town; and nobody care about you, your band and your music. And, because if you have been given birth right here in Mendoza you must to learned; the only chance you have for be happy living of what you like to do for live, is trying again, and again, and again. Because is not going to be any door open for you. So, today I bring you a band that suffered the ugly lucky to born here, in Mendoza city. Yes, because today I present you my paisanos: Orbis Tertius. A wonderful band that plays a heavy post grunge, alternative rock and roll and trip hop sound. Yes!! I`m love spread bands from my country. In a few days since now i`ll bring you Ultramandaco and Houdini and Los Amigos de Kirchner. Today are speaking about Orbis Tertius. One of the finest band that rise here in Mendoza. Maybe, if they were live in another state, they could be famous. But, what can I say, life is this: a bottle of shit where you have a position and, if you are down, things get difficulty. Ok, here I let you this beautiful Ep, embrace it cause is a son of the desert. Take it: Orbis Tertius. I let you too one video from Orbis Tertiu`s lead singer that is the soundtrack from the motion picture Road July. An excellent pictures filmed, acted and wrote here, in fucking Mendoza. Yes sir!!!!! Once, Mendoza was the argentinan Hollywood. Maybe you don`t believe me, but you just have to search and information is there. Right, I have to go now. Maybe I’ll back with a magnificent various from Salta country. Here you have the music, the words and the videos. Bye.
Good afternoon my galvanes. Here it is Wirtis, one more time. Yes. Today I bring you a little of Tango, yes. I have been feeling so down these last days. The end of the year is already here and, like every fucking year, I ask myself: “what have you learn these twelve months, Wirtis? And the answer, always, is the same: nothing” But, doesn`t matter, really, because I thing we are here, in life, for learn nothing at all. Just spend our time drinking with friends and fucking with girls (if you have the lucky to catch one). Of course, not everybody thinks like i`am. One of that war Alorsa, writer, vocalist and front man from this excellent band that I bring you today: La Guardia Hereje. One dark and suburban band from my country: Argentina. And they are mainly from here, I not saying these because, suddenly get me a nationalist – minded; no friends, don`t misunderstand me, but this band make (or made, I don`t known) tango and candombe. Styles of my country and La Republica Oriental del Uruguay. Yessss suckers, something with balls, with poetry, with blood, red blood falling from our veins.
Latinoamerica, always, have been a big separated continent. Even when we share language and culture. But, since a few years, when people get the power, things started to change. At list, that’s the way I see. Tell you why: now we are aware about things that happens in our neighbors first than things that happen there, in the king`s valley (may I have to say the old king EEUU, but I can`t, I can`t because our leaders are being polluted by them with cancer – fuck you Obama puto – and they are gone be death soon). And that fact is very good, because is a sign that, now a days we are together, far away from grudges ¿no?
Unit is good. But, even when we are one continent under the same pain, fighting with freedom and justice (Yes brothers, we are going to use the same speech then they) against them; we have our differences. And that is great. Because we have to keep our idiosyncrasy: that`s what makes us different from each other’s ¿right? Following in this order of speech, is that I say that the different are kept, like a tradition; in cultural expressions like La Guardia Hereje.
This band, really is very good. They made their music in the old style: only with guitars and percussion. Above that Alorsa`s poetry. For explain this last affirmation, let me tell you that La Guardia Hereje Had between their crew one of the most talents men for poetry writing in music: Alorsa. A great poet only comparable with Juan Pablo Fernandez (Pequeña Orquesta Reincidentes, Acorazado Potemkim). He died a few months ago, at the age of thirty eight. A real lost. But, thanks god, they recorded some stuff: this record, the first one and thirteen songs for devil, the second one. I let you here one poem of Alorsa and some videos:
Tristeza fiera, tristeza de domingo de salas de hospitales con camas en silencio De cementerios con el pasto crecido, con flores olvidadas ya secas en el piso
Y con la noche que llega desde el río se moja el alma con una lluvia vieja Tristeza dulce de estadios ya vacíos, de platos en la bacha, tristeza de domingo. Tristeza amarga de mates que se lavan, de minas que no llaman, de tierra en los bolsillos De manos sucias mangueando una moneda, de sonrisas gastadas, de patios a la siesta
Y con la noche que llega desde el río se moja el alma con una lluvia vieja Tristeza ciega de muñeca sin ojos, de sueños derrotados, tristeza de domingo.
Ok, brothers I nave to leave now, but I let you this videos, and, of course, the link for download the record, enjoy and happy New Year: La Guardia Hereje.
Hello my friends, today i come with something new, fresh but savage, raw and dirty too… yessss! Today I present you this wonderfull band and this excellent guitarist: Didi Wray Y Los Tango Boys! Wau, what a magnificent surprise is find stuff like this, and, better than that is when the band or musicians send you their art because they think you make a good work and they want to publish their material in your place.. and that`s what Didi made, she send me her wanderfull Ep and told me: Miguel.. you can do it, so, do it!! Yes, she is right, so I`m doing it.
Ok, first, i`m going to tell you about this beautiful girl called Didi Wray: she was born one dark night, long time ago. Nobody can tell, for sure, what is real or what is a myth in Didi`s Wray story. But, doesn`t matter that fact, cause, in the end, the only thing that is real is that we are walking to dead and time goes by so quickly, so fast, that, if you spend your life angry, worried or just, watching fucking Tv, one day you`re realize that dead is knocking at your door and you didn`t do anything valuable with your time.
Well I went to fucking shit, excuse me friends, but, I tell you something: generally give me a lot of laziness put me to make this reviews, but, when I began to write I can`t stop. And tell a lot of stupidities that no one wants to know. Well, let’s talk about Didi. I was telling you that she have a dark origins. The only facts that we know is that she is fruit of a torrid love. Just one night of love were enough to bring this great and dam child to earth. Yes friends, because, when you hear Didi playing the guitar you are going to understand me and you are going to say: Wau!!! Where in the hell was born this dam child, Miguel!? I’m not going to lose my time speaking about a subject that you will forget in the first tones. And, that fact is logical cause make a perfect combination between tango and surf, but, don’t misunderstand me, she don`t fall in the stupid common place that consist in interpret music in the same time, with the same spirit only changing (or worst: only putting) the distortion. No brothers, Didi Wray and The Tango Boys are transiting another path. Yes, you fucker. Cause they make a mix between surf and tango but they use the main melody (I mean: you (if you are from here, from Argentine, country of inequalities and injustices) you`ll recognized Caminito, for example) but the bass, the drum and the keyboard are playing at the speed own surf and Didi made her guitar speak tangos at the rage of the surf. Real great stuff this girl and her musicians, I tell you brothers, it`s an excellent band and an excellent musician Didi Wray y Los Tango Boys.
Well, I noting that I didn`t speak about Didi`s last name: Wray, but, I thought it was stupid explain something so clear like that: she play the guitar like the great dark god of fuzz and rage: Link Wray. So, she makes more than honor using that name. Believe in Wirti`s words.
Here you have, you fucking losers, this wanderfull stuff. Enjoy and, if you have the luck to live in the main city, go to see this great band and their great guitarist. Ok, here you have the record: Didi Wray y Los Tango Boys!!!!!
Hello my fucking friends, today i come with something great, in the old style like you prefer, yes, cause, today; I bring some chicha. YYYYYYYYESSSSSSS!!!! Brother ¡¡Cumbia sicodélica!! ¡¡psychedelic cumbia!! Why am I such excitement, maybe you are asking, and tell you why: because I found, few day ago this extraordinary band: Sonido Gallo Negro.
They are from Méjico, great country, cradle of big bands, in any genre. Sonido Gallo Negro, for example is a mix between cumbia psychedelic,boogalloo, cumbia amazónica and chichi. They have a real psychedelic sound achieved through an organ that clear, present and constant melodies mark like clockwork, hypnotic, sickly and neurotic. Ouh, what a magnificent trip is to listen this band, man, I tell you, and you are not going to feel disappointed with this stuff.
This days I’m been feeling very angry about my life. Let me pull out with you partners, cause, if I don`t spit what I have deep inside my hearth I’m going to die, cause I’m poising my self. The things is this, I don`t know if I have tell you before, but Wirtis is in a band, The Wincas, well, we are not exactly a band because we are, before everything “friends”. We know each other since long years ago. For example, I meet the drummer, El Flaquen since we where child (1985 more or less). The guitar hero, the lead singer, the “chief” from band, my great friend Porteño; was meet for me when we were playing with el Flaquen here in my house. Was long time ago. Well. We used to play together with two friends more: Jorge, the chocolate guy and Adrián mama`s boy Guzmán. The first one is a great guy who went to Spain for work. Six years ago. We still miss him, cause he used to play the guitar with such feeling, such a hard that make myself feel alive: They was extremely good musician but, (and I’m using this connector “but” because his big heart make quick his place in the band) he was too much good guy, so, one day, when Adrián mama`s boy appeared he, used to made everything accord to his vagaries, said “I’m the guitarist, the lead one, so Jorge, teach me” And my friend taught him. Mama`s boy is a little donkey for learn stuff, for make things and, of course, for think. So he learns some tricks in the guitar but nothing important. Anyway, the thing is that Mama`s boys began, with time, to steal Jorge`s solos, Jorge`s riffs and everything. For example, when we were playing, and lead part came, Adrián mama`s boys was ahead to Jorge and made the guitar`s solo. Ugly, empty and loveless, of course. But he wants to be the guitar hero from the band, so he envied Jorge. In time, Jorge began to feel tired of Adrian mama`s boy cheats, and, eventually he left the band. Jorge prioritized “Friendship” over music. Even when Jorge Love with all his hearth music. But, he left the band and, imagine what Adrian mama`s boy done.. Made a song about our friend Jorge talking of him, like he was a sucker. So we were with mama`s boys in lead guitar. He all the time started to bulling me – cause, I tell you the true: I’m a very bad bass player – because my way to play. He always was annoying with everything: you play awful, or he used to let out that nasty laugh and said me ¡¡no, no, that’s wrong, you are playing bad!! I use to feel awfull. Well, time pass by and, when Adrian mama`s boys was let it by his girlfriend made everything for destroy the band. And he made it. The motherfucker separated the band. That was in 2005. Time pass by and we arrive to 2011 (¡¡six years have been pass!!) and we decided return on with the band. You know, when R`n`R is in your veins, you can`t just ignore it. So we return, again.
This time, where four, Flaquen, Porteño, Adrian mama`s boy and me. But, in the first practice we Adrian mama`s boy came without his guitar, he only bring his guitar belt and laughing like a moron, he said “¡¡¡oh… i bring only this cause, for sure, this is going a be a fake!!!” But, things, where different, because we three where, already playing when he arrive and the only thing that we don`t have was, ironically, one guitar belt!!! Yes, you motherfucker Adrian, you bring a solution, at list. Of course, that wasn`t your intention, we know, sucker. Well, after that, Adrian mama`s boys began to leave the practice. We three are good boys, i tell you, and especially Flaquen and el Porteño, so they heard that Adrian mama`s boys was sad, depressant, so, el Porteño invited him to play. And he came thinking that we were running looking for him cause we couldn`t play alone. So he appeared saying things like “ey, Wirtis, practice with el Porteño this part… Came on” and bullshits like that. I say this because that “part” that Adrian mama`s boys want me practice was from an old song that we three were boring to play. So, Adrian mama`s boys tried to impose his shits, but, obviously, we three are so happy playing together that we didn`t give importance. So, Adrian mama`s boys runaway (like always) but, two weeks later appeared again saying “I want to play in the band cause I’m trying to let cocaine and I have a new song and i want to make it, cause if don`t I’ll going a be very angry!!!!” So, he came with his fucking song, a piece of shit, fucking stolen from every fucking commercial band that sound here, in Argentina. We couldn`t hide our boredom. He fled. Now a days, he appear again – cause we are going to record some songs – and, of course, we have to redo all songs because he need space for make “magic” with his guitar. Well friend, Adrian mama`s boys is a fucking pain in the ass, always capricious, selfish and useless. I can tell you how we have to provide instrument too, but I’m so tired of this guy, so boring of his stupidity that I can only spit all this because, if i don`t i`ll be going nut.
Well friends, this incredible band that is Sonido Gallo Negro deserves a better comment than mine, but ¿What can i do? I`m fucking angry and i need to speak. Well, i see you soon brothers.
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