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Raimundos – Cantigas de garagem (2014)

Posted in 2014, Brasil, En vivo, Funk, Hardcore, Hip Hop, Post Punk, Punk, Raimundos, Rock, Rock & Roll with tags , , , , , , on 5 septiembre 2017 by wirtis

Raimundos Cantigas de garagemHello brothers. Here i am, once more because I always do. Strangers paths have walking lately, brothers. Darkness becomes more and more real. I am afraid about my world. People, outside, is fucking mad, they see red death in front their eyes, they see it killing their world but they just don`t care. It`s creepy to see how break are people`s minds. Multinational rules the world, it so clear and so unhappy to understand it bro. But if you face it, you will – at list in that way was for me –  and you will embrace the art, because, the art is the only thing to keep me alive. And wirte this words, like Bukowski said, it`s keep me away from madness. So here I am once more, today I bring you a great, a beautiful brazilian band: Raimundos. This album has the property of benn recorded alive in a studio. The recording it`s on the red. So here I let you this, my brothers. Enjoy it because I don`t know when I will back. Raimundos.

Sumo – Raw & Live (2014)

Posted in 2014, Argentina, En vivo, Garage, Punk, Raw, Rock, Sumo with tags , , , , , , , , on 7 julio 2014 by wirtis

Front-1 copyHello my beloved friends. Here i come again. And I come with the very first anthology specially made for this blog. Because always I have done for another one, the famous and well know Garagelatino.blogspot.com.

However this time I decided publish something here. Not for give notoriously to this blog, no friends. The reason is that I need to speak and Sumo shows it like a way to make contact. So I took my old Sumo compilation – the one I made with the song rawest from the band – do it a front cover and bring here. Only for speak friends.

Because, from time to time, I think about you. I know life goes on, we both are in different places, in different moments. I accept reality. You know that.

But I can get out of my mind the “How it would have been” between you and me. Last day I saw you out there. You were laughing so happy that I feel eager to run to hug you. And realized I don`t dare to do it. Still dream with your voice but I know we are losing our “world” (for say it somehow) because we don’t share nothing. It`s sad.

Every time I see you I feel nervously because still i`m looking for your eyes, I still searching you. How I wish could hug you in my arms, how I wish could be me with you.

But it can`t be.

We are so far, so separated that we don`t know each other.

So, fuck off.

Life sucks everyday but not for that I will kill myself. Life took you far away from me and that’s it`s inevitable. Like the fact that someday, some morning or night perhaps we will find and we won`t recognize our self. So old or so different that our days seen a fiction.

Here let you this beautiful anthology. I know you like this band. And I know you never stop by that`s why I spoke freely. Here you have: SUMORaw & Live.

 

Houdini en Panacea (13 – 12 – 2013) – De como la vivió Wirtis

Posted in Rock with tags , , , , , , on 19 diciembre 2013 by wirtis

El  viernes trece de Diciembre, como teníamos previsto desde semanas atrás Emma y yo emprendimos la ruta hacia San Luis. El evento que nos convocaba era el regreso a los escenarios de Houdini, la legendaria banda puntana. Para tal menester y con el Imageobvio afán de compartir gastos se nos unió mi primo el más chico.

Salimos temprano, a las 16. Bajón porque soportamos el sol cerrando en los ojos. Pero bueno, por suerte Wirtis se acordó de llevar algo de porro. Fumamos algo y charlamos más durante el camino. Fuimos repasando el primer disco de Houdini, mientras tanto. Hacía tiempo que lo teníamos dejado, siendo como es que “Inmanente” es el disco que consagró la reputación musical del grupo. No obstante, pensábamos con Emma y mi primo el menor ¿Es acaso un fenómeno aislado una obra  – por decirlo de algún modo – estéticamente acabada en el ciclo creativo de un artista? No, por supuesto que no, concordamos los tres. Siempre hay una genuinidad palpable a lo largo de las obras de un artista.

De ahí que volvimos a repasar la violencia de Ruinas, la historia de perdedores patéticos que es Pepo`s Fly, el triste blue de Nadie, la potencia rockera y el pulso surfer de Baja Presión y, por supuesto, mi preferida: Bukowski (después de todo el viejo de mierda este me abrió la puerta a mi ficción: fue el primer escritor que leí de motu propia, sin el consejo de mamá. Seguro los más rústicos me están tildando de maricón o cagón porque mi mamá me daba qué leer. Pero no me importa. No me importa porque bajo su ala leí, por ejemplo, El salvaje anda suelto. Oscuro y depravado texto.) Pero bueno, hablaba del viejo y buen Bukowski amigos porque esta crónica va a ser un tributo. Sí, un tributo mío, el Wirto; al borracho maraca de Bukowski. Por eso trataré de escribir desde el realismo sucio que puedo imaginar.  

Vuelvo.

Hablaba del repaso que hicimos en el viaje y lo beneficioso que fue para la reflexión.

ImageSupongo que fue el hecho de que íbamos a escuchar a una banda que realmente disfrutamos la alegría que nos embargó todo el trayecto tanto que, casi sin cerrar ningún tema, con medio porro en mano y el termo seco de mate; llegamos a San Luis. Mi primo el más chico hizo un llamado y al toque estábamos en Panacea – reducto del evento, ya les cuento – a la vera de una mesa, con una cerveza fría [(eso sí cófrades: en San Luis (y es una sospecha extensiva al resto del territorio cuyano) no tienen cerveza andes, shit!!)]; charlando y fumando más porro. No sé si alguna vez les conté la mancha sanguinolenta en que mutan los celestes ojos de Emma al fumar, pero realmente es muy gracioso y chistoso de ver. Algún día subiré una foto. Bueno amigos no escapemos por la tangente, no estamos tratando de proponer prosa beat o alguna locura de esas, para nada: Wirtis gusta de ir al hueso, al meollo de la cuestión como quien dice. Lo que pasa es que es mucho lo que les quiero contar.

Al poco estábamos charlando con los Houdini, compartiendo algo de porro y rockeándola. Me parece apropiado rescatar la inmensa onda de Juan, el capo bajista que, viéndonos así, tan secos de humos y ansiosos de viaje; nos convidó flores de su propia plantación: gracias bró, ¡te queremos aún más!  

Tenemos que prepararnos porque la queremos romper; dijeron.

Pero si ustedes ya la rompen chabones… propusimos nosotros.

ImageBueno, gracias chicos pero este evento es trascendente para la continuidad del grupo. A partir de lo que suceda esta noche, decidimos el futuro de Houdini.  Uff, exclamamos nosotros nublados.

Para pasar el tiempo fuimos a seguir fumando y, dado que la intensidad lunar era la necesaria, empezamos a tomar. Plasticola le decimos a esta Wirtis, me dijo el diller. No pude más que esbozar un rictus dubitativo… Sí, fíjate que tiene un gusto final a la plasticola. Después de la tercera o cuarta esnifada concluimos que sí, que sabía a goma. A acetato de polivinilo, precisó mi primo el más chico que es ingeniero y muy inteligente. Emma y yo asentimos autómatas.

A las dos y media de la mañana estábamos re locos y duros como pija de preso. Los tres farfullando sin parar y ansiosos a más no poder. Los Houdini nos invitaron tras bambalinas. Emma le sacó un par de fotos al grupo muy buenas. Es que mi nena tiene talento para lo visual. De hecho, los chicos nos las pidieron para colgar en su face. Claro que se las dimos, mayor honor. Bueno a las tres de la mañana, por fin, Houdini salió a escena.

Y era verdad: habían preparado un show de la recalcadaconchadesumadre. Bien al frente y polenta como en las mejores época. Si hasta parecía que la merca no había hecho tanto mal. A mi criterio el repertorio fue muy bueno, se largaron con una onda más bien darki, que remitió a lo más turbio de los años oscuros. Después de cuarenta minutos los pibes hicieron un break. Claro que aproveché y caminé hasta el baño. Esnife unos tiros más y volví por una cerveza. A esa altura ni sabíamos qué tomábamos. Tampoco importa.

Revisando, veo que dejé de lado la descripción del lugar. Y me parece necesario representarlo porque contribuyó.

ImagePanacea es una cava en el subsuelo de la Av. España de San Luis. Una puerta doble, alta y antigua se abre en dos hojas a una escalera descendente – porque siempre estamos descendiendo cuando visitamos Panacea amigos – a cuya izquierda está la barra y, al frente en el final, el escenario. El lugar es húmedo y cerrado. El espeso humo de tabaco se mezcla con la marihuana y la merca de algunos nevados. Por eso, cada media hora, es recomendable ir a esnifar al baño, sino te podés desmayar y perder el show. Además, como los baños están cerca de la puerta de entrada podés aprovechar y tomar aire.    

A los veinte minutos los Houdini volvieron. Ahí explotaron en pura furia de rock and roll. Ruinas abrió esta segunda etapa. De este modo los Houdini pusieron en claro qué la mano venía por el rock. Así se sucedieron temas increíbles como Te odio, Baja presión, Carne y Cosecharás. Para los bises dejaron ese mega hit del underground que es Espejo de Hotel. Todo un palo el recital de la banda. Todo un viaje amanecerla tomando con los Houdini, charlando de rock.

Ahora bien, de seguro ustedes me preguntarán: ¿Y cómo se soluciona el dilema aquel de qué pasaría después del show con la banda, Miguel? Y yo les cuento.

La idea era que, dependiendo de la respuesta del público la banda seguía adelante o se separaba definitivamente y permanecían en el lugar de “culto” donde están posicionados. La respuesta del público fue genial. Colmaron el lugar. Hubo gente sentada frente al bar y por los alrededores escuchando el recital. Los Houdinis realmente quedaron muy contentos y optaron por lo correcto: permanecer separados, como banda de culto. WTF??? Preguntarán los ambiciosos, y también les respondo: porque importa un pito lucrar, pibe, lo que interesa es concretar obras estéticas, hacer arte.

Saludos amigos del rock, les dejo un abrazo, les dejo un firulete también. Pronto vuelvo, muy pronto con algo sesentero tal vez.

Les dejo unos videos 

Reincidentes – Nuestros años felices (1996)

Posted in 1996, Argentina, En vivo, Pequeña Orquesta Reincidentes, Punk, R&B, Raw, Reincidentes, Rioplatenses, Rock with tags , , , , , , on 20 noviembre 2013 by wirtis

Reincidentes ()

Dice Wirtis que está triste. Melancólico

con el alma cautiva.

Que añora un mirar,

que fue por penar que dejó esas manos.

Dice Wirtis que los brazos siguen así,

combados y tensos porque la abrazó.

Dice también que la piensa

la sueña

y la siente celeste para irse más allá,

tras el rastro a caminar.

Dice Wirtis que se confunde porque añora un pedazo de cielo.

Que cómo se le ocurrió elevar los ojos del piso

lejos del barro donde deben estar.

Dice Wirtis que se siente vencido,

que las manos le duelen de apretar los puños,

de sostener la calma

y sangrar preguntando:

¿Qué hago yo con toda esta tristeza?

Dice Wirtis que la elocuencia es poca

que el arte no alcanza

cuando el alma añora y no hay mañana.

Dice Wirtis que deja el segundo de los Reincidentes.

Que hoy prefiere escucharlos solo, en su habitación.

Los Violadores – En vivo y ruidoso (1990)

Posted in 1990, Argentina, En vivo, Los Violadores, Punk with tags , , , , , , , on 6 mayo 2013 by wirtis

Tapa8Hello you suckers, here i am, once more. Like always in extremely intoxicated mood comes Wirtis with more rock and roll. Today something from my country: Los Violadores. They were one hell of a band that, in this days, are a fucking looser that live from their past. And that`s great brothers: here we fucking love looser, we are the fucking same thing. So brother here o bring you a great moment from the band, when the success smile them and future was a promise land. The album is “Live and loud full or Vivo y ruidoso” Here we are going to find the band, the classical formation in their best form, playing hard and heavily in a live recording. Like you know this is the best way of make a great success it, so Los Violadores make it real good. After this album the band make another disc, the last with their classical formation and, for me; their best record: “Another party of exaggeration”. So this two albums are excellent for me strongly recommend the first one too. So before I go I just want to say that this record open de ninety decade in Argentina, is one of the record and band that open de decade for new blood. After them Illia Kuriaky, Los Babasónicos. Los Visitantes, Fun People and a punch of band be able to came. But, first than all that bands, where Los Violadores, Sumo and V8. So here I let you this absolutely classic album from argentinian rock and roll and punk rock, here it brother at hight volume like I have told you thousands of time. Los Violadores – En vivo y Ruidoso.

Screaming Jay Hawkind with The Fuzztones – Live

Posted in Blues, EEUU, En vivo, Garage, Punk, R&B, Rock with tags , , , , , , , on 29 agosto 2012 by wirtis

Hello friends, today i bring you a great and excellent disc that i stole from the web: Screaming Jay Hawkins and The Fuzztones ¡Live! Yes, a fucking jewel I bring for you, friend. I found this beautiful record in this blog:  I saw it, I down loaded, I hear it (while my mind was blowing up with such a show of raw and fury) and said: ¡I have to share this! ¡It`s too dean good! And here I am, once more, sharing with you music and a way to see life. Like you, I see from the view of rock and roll and underground side of life. Yes brothers.

Here you are going to find four tracks. Only four, Wirtis? Maybe you are asking. And I answer you: yes, but ¡what tracks, brother! Beginning with the savage Alligator wine, continuing with the great, unique piece of raw fury that it is I put a spell on you (in, for me, best version, full of fuzz and strong), later It`s that time again and, in the end, when you feel your head is going to blow a gem: Constipation blues… Yes, you sucker!!! You are going to have a lot of rock and roll with this great music. So, here you have, I hope you can enjoy this because is a great record: Screaming Jay Hawkind with The Fuzztones.

 

 

Amigos de Kirchner – Ao vivo “Violento pero divertido” (2011)

Posted in 2011, Argentina, En vivo with tags , , , , , , , on 18 julio 2012 by wirtis

Hello my brother ¿What in hell are doing Wirtis here, so soon? Maybe you are asking in front of your computer. And I tell you: nothing. But I want to pass by and let this beautiful album that I was listening a few days ago. I upload this one because, far away from what I was supposed to find in this band; I discovered a very good band of rock and roll, punk, new wave and many other thing. Friend`s of Kirchnner are a very good band. And they are very under too. Not many people know about them here in Argentina and, I supposed, lees out there in another country. Doesn`t matter, anyway, cause they are a good musicians and, that quality, is the only thing that real matter when we speak about music.
Well, I don`t know many of Amigos de Kirchner, even about Kirchner. I can tell you that they are from main city, they coming, since a few years ago, making their music far away from mainstream. This band is proposing an intelligent and fresh mix of new wave, punk, post punk, techno and pop.
Well friends, I don`t have many words in this night. Internal affairs are over me, they want me death. Because i`m an ultradetective here, in the old Detroit. Well I let you this very good band: Amigos de Kirchner and this excellent alive album. Enjoy suckers. In a few days I`ll be back with Alejandro Medina, Bicicletas or another surprise, so be ready to rock. And wait Wirti`s news, cause they worth it.

Malevaje – Envido

Posted in En vivo, España with tags , , , on 5 julio 2012 by wirtis

 Hello my wirtianos brothers here i came for bring you a little of tango, a piece of my heart. Here, in Argentina tango is a way of feel, a view of life. It`s, for us, a genre that represent our roots. At the very begin of twenty century, in suburbs people began to play, mixing spanish guitars with percussions and, in the thirties, with bandoneon; reciting verses in time to music. Also took milongas from the deep of our culture. When things have been changing because city was growing up, this music born, like everything, in a moment that city, suddenly, began to be full. A lot of people came to Argentina, thinking here they could find an opportunity. But here they only found at the inequality, hunger and poorness. Here were elite in government. That’s way, when workers – almost all of them immigrants –    began to fight their rights, government kick their asses. They began to write poetry, sad poetry.

For a long time tango was the predominant genre of music. With Gardel reached an international respect. With the arrive of rock and roll, tango pass to be a under movement. Only listen for elite. Suddenly, the main style became in paria. And the new one, a rebel one, passes, by castling; at main place. I thing our point of view it`s depending on what we see about world around us. People who only see what main power wants he see, is lost, brother, I tell you. Because they can`t have an open judge about nothing. They can`t understand things out of their paradigms. All this bullshit to explain that tango became an underground movement. Only drunks, addicts and losers play it. So be tanguero here, now a days, is nonsense ¡Is punk! Yes fucker. Yes. That`s why groups like La Guardia Hereje, 34 Puñaladas and El Cuarteto Guardia Vieja are more punk than others bands.   Why? You ask, brother, because play tango in these days is to be doomed to underground. Forever.

So, you can see what are the future is you want to have a tango band here in Argentina. But play tango in another country, out of Argentina, is, directly, a suicide. Because, who the fuck is going to ear you? Anyway there are some artist that send to hell every commercial possibility and make what they want to make, forgetting everything that isn`t make art.  And that`s the case of this band: Malevaje. Yes sir. They are from Spain. What the fuck? I here you scream, and you are right: is very strange a band out of Argentina making tango but this is the case. Because Malevaje play tango with the strong of a rock and roll band, the vocalist sing like he was a dirty rocker from a punk band. And, if you thing well, they are a punk band. Because they play what they want to play: Gardel`s covers. With a lot of feeling and raw attitude. So take your time and listen this great band because they worth it. Here you have, brother, an excellent band. Listen and find a real punk band. Here you have Malevaje!!!

Here some videos:

Los Peyotes – En Vivo En ATMC Fest 3

Posted in 2009, Argentina, Beat, En vivo, Rock with tags , , , , , , , , , on 13 julio 2011 by wirtis

Hello my friends, glad to see you again, more when I’m back with new, precious and desired stuff like this. Because, my friend Pablo, who selflessly, send me this record; told me: Miguel, I haven`t seen this album in any other blog, bró, so here you have. Share with all the boys. Of course, before I gave him our love and said how much we love him (cause, I’m sure that you, like me, are very happy to have a collaborator like Pablo, he gave us Los Peyotes, Los Telépatas and who knows what a lot of material he will give us in the future) and send him a big hug in our name.  Well. So, today I present to you Los Peyotes and their extremely raw, savage and will first live recording. I think so, but I`m not sure. Anyway, don`t matter.

This album was recording last year, in the third ATMC fest. The sound is pretty good, and the song`s selection is great. They make at this point what we consider it`s classical. Songs like No friend of mine (for Wirtis, one of the best version ever), Serial Killer, Bdaa!!, Vampire and The scar. But they don`t stop here, no my friends, don`t forget that we are talking about one of the betters – if they aren`t the best – band of garage in this day: Los Peyotes. So, like I was speaking, they make a lot of great covers to, I think that garage´s radicals gone make this day when they ear Demolition by Los Peyotes. But, for me, are better Make up your mind and Mocker (both with Jorge Mocker!! Yes sir!!) . Well, as you can see, today you`re going to pass a beautiful day with Wirti`s music ¿Right?

Like you have known – more if you always stop by and check Wirti`s entrances-   I use my blog for speak about me, my problems and my life. Obviously, this is cheaper than a psychologist, so, today I’m going to speak about my young days, yes. Wirtis doesn`t like to speak about that, cause I was a very ugly child – things aren`t change many since that’s days, but, today, I`ve been decent with my ugliness – I have very bad breath, a dog one; and – like sure you have note – I’m a small brown boy. If I have to tell the truths, I don`t think that a person with that’s qualities is ugly. But, obviously, in this society we judge people in order to some stereotypes that the big master in the north show us. I known, you are thinking:  “if you believe that, ¿why you write in the master`s language, Miguel?” And I answer you: “Because I want my message arrive them” Well, I gone far, far away from my point. The   thing is that I’m an ugly boy, and, when I was a little child, everybody laughs of my, they used to say me: “Miguel ¿why you are such a horrific boy?” Even my mother said that. So, in order to run away from teasing I began to hide myself   in my bedroom. I didn`t want out, or see another people. But, one day, when I was – like always in those days –   locked in my room listening dirty, raw and savage pop; the bell rang. Like no one was at home, I down stairs and open the gate. And, maybe you`re not going to believe what happens to me, but it`s true: in front of my door was a beautiful sexy little girl, who said “¿Are you Wirtis, Miguel Wirtis?” Yes, I said, feeling a bit of shame and fear, ¿Why you ask? Because I was send to looking for you, Miguel, maybe you won`t believe this, but I’m an angel – sure, I thought while I was looking her sweets blue eyes – and you have been chosen for be the garage`s diffuser. So, you have to open one blog, no – said immediately; two blogs and, in there, you have to write and show the world what Latin-American garage`s music is. Write about that and people will love you Miguel, said, after that she disappear, like an angel or a demon, I really don`t know. So, since that day, I began to use my time for write, think and listened garage music.  And life change. Now a day I can identify a good band among a bad one. And Los Peyotes are in the first group, and much more far than that. Well brothers, I have to go, because my angel is calling me to dinner and I’m starving. Here you have: Los Peyotes and, don`t worry, is later than you think.

Demolition, featurin Nekro from Boom Boom   Kid:

No friend of mine:

And this song, aren`t in the record, but is a great cover and a better video:

Bye, my galvanes.

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