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First ride of the year


The December 31 I left my little apartment at sunset with a bottle of wine made in the land of the fog in my backpack. I walked much of the long street of Sant Antoni Maria Claret, which I know by heart because the elegant woman always invites me to his house with a yard when they are parties to not be alone. I went free. Might entail a streptease physical or spiritual, but preferred to get to cut onions, diced avocado to do, to grind nuts in the kitchen where you chases every thirty seconds.

At ten o'clock at night we had a wonderful salad of canon, avocado and salmon with walnut vinaigrette, and a fantastic peppers stuffed with vegetables on the table with candles. And a big ashtray full of butts in the yard, because they both smoke and road. We went

turn the last cigarette, while waiting for the rest of their guests visited many of the long street of Sant Antoni Maria Claret, who know by heart because women always invites elegant home with patio when parties not to be alone. Rang the bell one after another (all women) and arrived with their pets: a dog, a cat and mouse (which had to be distributed through the house not to be fought). And then they talked among themselves and parrots, without stopping, while I tried to stop Lia declaring his undying love, his mouth stained with oil on my pants, then that would have given a bit of stuffing pepper. It made me remember those New Year's Eve with Mr. Gray, three years ago and long before. So I did play, throwing rubber caps crumbling under the table while I watched the elegant woman wanting to give me a broom and a shovel, after the party.

waiting in the fridge four plates with twelve grapes, and a vessel with twelve olives, because one of us was rare. In the fridge waiting for a bottle of champagne to wish us good wishes after the toast. In the TV out a clock he walked fast to the number twelve. Then came the year 2011 in our lives. What we began together. The grape

number twelve I got a phone call from Bauru, Brazil, which made me choke. Thais still lacked hours to celebrate, but wanted to start the year with me. She is a treasure.

walking back to my little flat much of the long street of Sant Antoni Maria Claret, which I know by heart because the elegant woman invites me to his house with a yard when they are parties to not be alone. She is my best friend, and I know I'll do this trip many more times in my life to rozarnos every thirty seconds in that kitchen. To give us jokes. To look at us knowingly. I like this woman because life is simple with it. When we have something to say, we say. When we have something to keep silent, so silent. And there are never fights, except when the elegant woman ever comes late to these appointments to walk. Some people have promised me the moon in this life, and then I saw the first train to leave in the morning. She is always smoking with you.

It was four o'clock when I arrived in Gràcia. But I kept walking. I went to the Parc Turo, to continue my annual routine. I walked around the room, brushing each sheet plant that overlooked the sidewalk, while requiring a good year for each of the creatures that have dealt with me lately. A leaf, a soul. A soul, a leaf. It is a tradition almost as dumb as all I do. But what if I give them luck?

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Dimarts de sang


Shortly before Christmas I received an email asking Pere Xurri and a small contribution to your blog Dimarts de sang. I long ago that game where they give clues about a crime novel. It takes work because they must read the book, write the text and ensure that their tracks are easily searchable on Google (there are a few hours). Readers we just guess the title of the book, the author's name and characters protagonists (there are a few minutes). Soil is fun and participate. The award is one of those puppies pilots earned in the bazaars of the fairs. We will promptly send them by mail, with a certificate that certifies you as the winner of that week. I have a shelf with all I've accomplished so far. Seven. Remain aligned there, keep me company, and give them good night before bed and good morning when I wake up.

Xurri answered the email and Pere politely apologizing for not writing for them Dimarts de sang. The truth is that I was too lazy to read me a crime novel, writing a text and to ensure that the tracks were going to leave easily searchable on Google. With how easy it is to stick to compete. I put as an excuse approaching Christmas. I sent the message and I slept the calm sea.

After a week I had a new email and Pere Xurri in the inbox. I had forgotten about them, but they had not forgotten me *. I cited in a bar in the street and I Brosoli advised to attend that evening at eight o'clock. I went down Argenteria, unconcerned with his hands in his pockets, trying a smile to regret my inability unknown to those working with them. The place had two floors. It was cozy, with wooden tables and candles to attract customers. It seemed empty, except the bartender behind the bar when he saw me enter, he left his shelter for the blind of the establishment down my back. It seemed odd and I turned with the intention to demand an explanation. But, without saying anything, I pointed a finger upstairs. Restless climbed the stairs creaking under my steps, watching the performers of jazz portraits decorating the walls.

On the top floor, sitting behind a table at the back of the room, rose four-eyed behind his glasses to scrutinize. Were a man and a woman thin and serious. Very thin and very serious. Slavic Beauty With this offer angular faces. Seemed to nuclear scientists from the former Soviet Union. The gray-haired man stood up to ask me a hand signal to sit down. I thought for a moment to tell her she needed to go to the bathroom, hoping that I had a window through which to jump onto a patio and running. But it reaffirmed that I sat down and did not seem to be those people who ask you this for the third time. So I sat. She handed me the cold hand over the cold marble table and said his name stretching r point. "Xurrri." He handed me the cold hand over the cold marble table and said his name stretching the letter r . "Dog." Luckily "The Wanderer" does not contain that letter. So I showed up without looking like Russian. I asked again that unselfish collaboration, and I put that smile he had rehearsed Argenteria down the street saying he was sorry, that perhaps after Christmas ...

Then she took from his bag a laptop. Launched it without a word. Find a document quickly displacing their nimble fingers on the keyboard. I came to the view screen. It was a video clip. Pressed the play. Images appeared sharp enough on the facade of a two-star hotel in the street Regàs. I know him perfectly. He attended the clandestine couples to commit infidelities. They rent rooms by the hour, with absolute discretion. On the tape I saw a guy out of the establishment. He wore a suede jacket beige sheepskin collar and a beret puff. He looked at both sides of the street so as not to recognize him and ran away from the scene. I recognized myself in it. Then they spent twenty seconds of still frames the entrance to the two-star hotel but nothing happened. Until he saw leaving the scene of a guy with long coat with the collar pulled up to the chin, and Borsalino hat. He looked at both sides of the street so as not to recognize him and ran away from the scene. Well recognized in him the Vei de Dalt. Xurri

said it would be very sad that these images began circulating online crazy, that someone was so ruthless than posting on his blog. Pere was reaffirmed with a shake of his head. I looked down into my shoes. Two days were my selfless cooperation for Dimarts de sang in your inbox.

PD: Doggy per pilot to the first person to endevini the black novel.la m'he llegit. Goes, it's easy.

* Aquesta sentence is a Homage / plagiarism admirat meu Milan Kundera.

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lie on my table four objects of this past December I have not had time to put in the box of memories: a ticket to a concert, a plane ticket to America, the backbone of an Ethiopian runner Christmas race and a ticket to access an empty football field.

Today I want to tell the story of a ticket to access an empty football field.

Day of the Holy Innocents, my father was waiting in front of the Boulevard Rosa, with the sun on your face, a newcomer to the city in the care of early in the morning. He came sporting grounds. I saw on the other side, before crossing the Paseo de Gracia, and greeted him with my newspaper on the zebra crossing. I smiled as always, in its eternal bald with big eyes and gray. With this field being quiet, I've lost to become a being anxious. I told him we had no space for protocols, the clock was running fast. So I quickly went in search of a bus that took us to the Foundation Claror, where little Hayden was going to play his first official game of basketball, with eight years old, and needed fans. We arrived just in time.

Sardenya walked down the street at a brisk pace, looking for that place that my sister was drawn on a map the day before. Locate the sign announced the sports facilities, and access them by a narrow passageway, before seeing the child behind bars, who trained with a ball as big as a watermelon under one of the baskets. I greeted him with my newspaper, and he smiled as always with those big gray eyes. The little king was sitting on another Nil orange watermelon and opened with my father and me the fan club (specifically consisting of three persons) of the little Hayden. Seemed not just the cheerleaders Barca, but that he did not care.

The public was divided among relatives of the yellow team (ours) and the green team (the enemy) and we looked at the corner of my eye looking loggerheads when the referee favored or harmed one or other, while the ten midgets and dwarfs were just those little arms to lift very heavy melons the rings too high. Nil Little Pharaoh did not seem very interested in that game so strange. He is a lover of football, "Shakira told us that their goddess in the world of music-Pique-girlfriend was his idol in the world of sport for some days. I looked surprised (he has four years). "How do you know." "Dude, everybody knows it. Are you stupid?". I returned my gaze to the floor, thinking that is needed patience today to be the uncle of a brat.

The meeting lasted half an hour. To be the first official game after just one quarter of training, there were plays interesting: Kickback, caps, passes into space ... The referee, a type of two meters high and one hundred fifty pounds of weight-to-child soul, was about to whistle the final. We lost 20 to 18. A blonde girl with a ponytail pulled the background. We passed the ball to the little Hayden dodged three opponents, like a snake river, bouncing the ball on the ground (as my father encouraged him to cry) to stand under the basket rival, to leap and score his third basketball am. Won the tie and looked at us with a smile from ear to ear, to the applause of the public. I was happy.

walking down the street returned Sardenya four: the basketball player and his club's fans (specifically formed by three people). Seemed not just the cheerleaders Barca, but that he did not care. We left the children in the home Hayden, and tennis and I quickly went looking for a bus to take us to the stadium of Barcelona in one day without a party. Last summer, The Constant Gardener had been kind enough to give me two tickets to the Nou Camp Experience (although he is the biggest football fan I know) and expired on December 31. The facilities were packed with tourists taking the winter sun on the terraces of fast food establishments (even in this time of year, the Central Europeans get the color of shrimp). My father was happy because the stadium had ever seen in daylight.

We entered the museum and toured the display cases filled with old metal cups. I see that patiently read the texts explaining the different historical moments of the club, while he did indeed. With this field being quiet, I've lost to become a being anxious. The player told me (for the umpteenth time) that the player César had been a friend of his father after the war, and had spent a weekend at his home in the land of the fog to break the monotony of that miserable childhood with extraordinary stories filled with travel, goals and victories. Since then, and never became a fan.

Caesar had ever played at the magnificent stadium that is now trod. He was a player from another era, a time when the marketing not matter. We follow the path of the Nou Camp Experience . We went down the elevator to the mixed zone, the costumes, the small TV studio, to the chapel. We jumped into the field down that aisle that we always TV3 broadcasts, and feel a bit like Puyol and Messi, jumping and cheering at each other. Then we rose to another elevator to the press boxes at the highest part of the stands. And we feel a bit like Joan Maria Pou and Joaquim Maria Puyal, those voices that remind us that ultimately the headphones only know winning. There my father could no longer hide his mind. He called on the phone to my mother, who had been guarding the farm of horses, to tell everything just to live. Surely he would have liked to be with her there, at that time.

was an unforgettable experience. We went out looking happy public transportation in the Diagonal Avenue. While we waited, the tennis player asked me to thank him for that Constant Gardener unknown. I said to heart. It was sunny. Strolling tourists. The traffic was flowing. Trams went silent. My father smiled as always, in its eternal bald with big eyes and gray. He could not cheer for Caesar rather than memory. Now we had to animate the little Hayden. Be their fans, but we seem not just the cheerleaders Barca sitting under the canopy, the day of the Holy Innocents, waiting for the bus 33. In the Diagonal. Alone, him and me.

PD: Aquest post és per a tu, Miquel. Gràcies handsome.

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The first champion of the family


lie on my table four objects of this past December I have not had time to put in the box of memories: a ticket to a concert, a trip to North America, the back of a runner in a race Ethiopian Christmas and a ticket to access an empty football field.

Today I want to tell the story of Ethiopian runner back. Traditionally the big men of my family to participate on the day after Christmas in the "Race of the turkey" (the "Class of gall Dindi") in the land of fog. It is a matter of pride that win the most traditional names of the people, in their balconies look for weeks the laurel wreath of victory.

Manel's my great-grandfather ran in the edition of 1890, with seventeen years, his baggy trousers and slicked his mustache, running in the penultimate position.

Manel The grandfather ran in the edition of 1920, eighteen years his pants and his balding despite his young age, leaving at the end of qualifying. The

my father did in the 1950 edition, with seventeen years, his shorts, which seemed classics underwear and side parted, leaving more beyond the number thirty on the goal line. The

I did in the 1978 edition, with fourteen years, the first year it was called "Memorial Culleré Josep Ignasi. I remember wearing a blue team. And that, in the line of the square, where was the bulk of the spectators, I went a little child would be six or seven years. Of course they were one-tenth of the course, and I ran tired after ten miles. But it still startled me awake some nights with that laughter of the rostrum to the unexpected passing. Then we ran together all categories, not like now.

This year my brother made. It was the great white hope to win one of our family after more than one hundred years of competition without results. The prize was a laurel wreath and a live turkey that Mrs. Sophie, my mother, watched with reluctance, because the animal with feathers and feet of height would not come into his garden to eat your geraniums. So all fingers crossed for him to win except her. Sergeant Hayden had trained for six months, running every morning in Barcelona's Sagrada Familia Palau Reial. Ten-kilometer round trip to six in the morning. Now with powerful warm tight black pants and dark shirt marking his pecs. Started the race. In the first steps in goal was among the highlights. We encourage you calling her name. Then as it cost us to see appear in the curve after the first twenty classified. He finished last, and was a disappointment for everyone, as I had been in 1978.

Hayden then participated in the small junior class. Have long made sport: basketball, swimming, circus, hockey ... It is stringy and looks of an athlete. If you win, your prize was a laurel wreath and a partridge alive, instead of a turkey. But my mother, Mrs. Sophia, was wrinkling his nose at the possibility that the live animal into the house. After the failure of Sergeant Hayden, we high hopes for the little Hayden. He did what he could, but just the last, after blue-eyed friend Joana. Only

was the little Pharaoh Nil to participate in this race we have lost great-grandparents, grandparents, parents, uncles and children. It was in the category of less than five years. They ran a line a hundred yards. The little king, unlike his father who jogs six miles every morning and his brother who's always doing physical activities, just move the couch watching cartoons. So we stayed to see his career out of commitment, thinking to prepare for the next year, with no hope in this black chubby smile white. That morning we pushed to the starting line to run, and we were there. He looked lethargic, and we were betting no one euro cent for it.

gave the starting signal and began to stride, dressed in street, thinking more in return to see SpongeBob on TV that run. But the race left him naturally, as if it were part of his nature Ethiopia. Banc de Sabadell Waterfront was the last. Faced with the optical shop and had won seats. And at the Cafe Brazil gave a sprint, overtaking all and raised his arms in victory.

had won a race for our family for the first time in more than one hundred years, even in P-5, but had not been prepared, although genetically not of ours. Mrs. Sofia breath for small quiet because there was a live animal as a prize, looking at his grandson Africa.

returned home down the street bookshops. Sergeant Hayden Nil pharaoh wore the little horse on his shoulders. I tore the back of his back, which would have invariably ended up in the trash. I kept it for their future. We were one degree Celsius in temperature. We expect the warmth of home and a plate of cannelloni in the oven with which to celebrate that we were champions. I left the balcony and hung proudly in his laurel crown. After more than a hundred years.

was the happiest moment of my Christmas.

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Nantucket


lie on my table four objects of this past December I have not had time to put in the box of memories: a ticket to a concert, a trip to North America, the back of a runner in a race Ethiopian Christmas and a ticket to access a football field empty.

now talk about my trip to America. Dickinson asked for help urgent email the day eight. She does not live here. Is an outsider. And it's not easy to get to Nantucket in December (much less you're flying low cost ). I spent a night delving for websites, to come up with an offer that was not perfect, but I used to get by.

On December 12th I flew from Barcelona to Boston (with a two-hour layover in Dublin) via Aer Lingus, which offered me the best price. Paid her, and did not have money, as I do not spare me. Were eleven hours of travel, waiting, loneliness, not to smoke.

me at Logan Airport waiting for Dickinson, with his collar up, a scarf, gloves and a wool cap. I recognized her, because for me it was impossible to guess in those eyes that showed through his layers of clothing. I was more visible (Latinos are optimistic and believe that with a cazadorita reach the North Pole). I followed, trembling, while leaving my footprints in the snow on the way to the station. We move in a company bus Peter Pan to the town of Hyannis, a hundred miles from Boston. There we took a ferry to Nantucket. We arrived after just over two hours of sailing and rough seas. By then, Dickinson and had lent me his scarf, and one of his gloves. The other hand is hiding in his pocket.

Nantucket is a small island next to the Martha's Vineyard, inhabited only in winter for fifteen thousand people (in summer the population is multiplied by five.) So we did not keep long lines to enter the Whale Museum or the Brant Point Lighthouse, major tourist attractions in the area if you do not play golf. And we walked in almost solitude long beaches and cliffs of this place that was the world center of the whaling industry for a hundred and fifty years. Then, since there was more to see.

Dickinson has a nice wooden house Pocoma near road, in Shawkemo. The fire was ever lit, and there was no other noise than the birds in winter, jumping from branch to branch in the garden behind the window. I sat there to correct his novel in the afternoons, while she made the best baked hake of the island for dinner. Before the morning, we went out to ride their bikes to high-seat black lagoon Sasachacha, and we approached the Siasconset Golf Course, or watched the walls of the mansions on Hulbert Avenue with eyes crying in the cold.

were wonderful days in that America had always said that there would step in my life, but I've learned to love through a small island called Nantucket. Then he finished typing on your computer. It ended its baked hake. No more bike rides.

I knew by heart the way back home: Nantucket-Hyannis-Boston-Dublin-Barcelona. So I fired Dickinson in the harbor, while she got into the ferry, with his collar up, a scarf, gloves and a wool cap. Now I could recognize, with the manuscript of her first novel under his arm.

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Eminem: 'Recovery'

After his serious

drug problems, began to doubt his ability to react. However, by 2010 he could not have gone better white rapper. With the publication of 'Recovery', Eminem again seduce the press thus regaining a throne that was about to leave. The public also could not resist its seventh studio album, there are statistics to prove it: more than 5 million albums sold worldwide.

Also, remember that Marshall Bruce Mathers III Rihanna also recorded with the smash hit 'Love The Way You Lie', undoubtedly one of the songs of the year.

Vampire Weekend: 'Contra'

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be disclosed to the public with a wonderful debut full of colors and catchy tunes such as 'Mansard Roof' or 'Oxford Comma', had can not wait to hear 'Against' an album that would confirm (or not) the greatness of the American quartet. And everything went as expected: an album, though different in form, just as fun and upbeat than its predecessor.

Today, thanks to the harmony sound and some electric concerts, Vampire Weekend has earned the right be able to play in the same courtyard that large formations of the current pop scene.

Arcade Fire: 'The Suburbs'

were born to be indie, but for some reason yet to be elucidated, Arcade Fire also stole his heart to the public showing of step in rare cases, success can be linked to overcrowded musical quality. Although it will hard to beat 'Funeral', his debut album, the septet did not disappoint with 'Neon Bible' or the recent 'The Suburbs', a melancholy disc travel leads a musical environments undeniable beauty.

are, along with Radiohead, the great saviors of rock.

MIA: 'Maya'

The young native of Sri Lanka could have been easy to bet on a new album to follow the patterns used in their previous two publications. But MIA is a fighter, a rebel with causes (political) and a visionary who could not simply handed over body and soul to the predictable.

As much as critics talk of 'Maya' as its weakest work to date would be unfair not to note the courage it has shown the author of 'Paper Planes' shape when an experimental work, electronics and, above all, very personal, also has two hits: 'XXXO' and 'Born Free' .

MGMT: 'Congratulations'

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Many still thinking of Oracular Spectacular, an outstanding debut but whose potential singles are doing shadow and more harm than good to a second album infinitely more suggestive and Heaven. Lacking obsessive riffs and choruses insistent as 'Time To Pretend' and 'Kids' Congratulations holds a magic sound epic high expectations makes it undoubtedly one of the best albums of 2010.

However, less accessible, more experimental with melodies worthy of the avant-garde tunes cartoon, this latest work MGMT tiptoes through a given industry mainly light harmonies.

Shakira: 'Sale El Sol'

The Colombian diva could make an album than an hour of silence and sell million copies. However, conscious of its media power, Shakira does not conform, and each disc is one step closer to the Olympus of the Gods. With high doses of fun, frenetic rhythms and a hint of melancholy, 'Sale El Sol' has become one of the best albums of the season.

addition, their single 'Crazy' is without doubt one of the songs that will dance throughout the summer.

Kings Of Leon: 'Around Sundown'

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few years being about to go to first division a championship playing bands like Coldplay and The Killers. However, always to put the glory, Kings Of Leon have invested heavily with 'Sundown Come Around', their fifth studio album. However, although perhaps not sufficient to achieve the fame of the aforementioned beast, the formation originally from Tennessee is now one of the great alt-rock references.

With the recent singles 'Radioactive' will soon be rewarded as they deserve?

Katy Perry: 'Teenage Dream'

Besar a girl brought him luck, good luck. So that now, with Lady Gaga, Rihanna or Beyonce, monopolizing the covers of magazines in vogue at the time. His songs really are not important. She is the image, it's entertainment and although his latest album, 'Teenage Dream' has been torn apart by critics, Katy Perry deserves a place in this classification. Why? For everything that moves, for all eyes to rest on his attractive figure and the happiness that transmit their ditties.

is not no genius, but if Katy Perry sells millions of copies, for nothing.

Gorillaz: 'Plastic Beach '

An album with the collaboration of names like Lou Reed, MosDef, SnoopDogg or De La Soul has great potential to become one of the biggest releases of the season. And indeed it was. The training led by Damon Albarn (Blur frontman) did not disappoint and again exhibit unusual creativity with an album of eclectic and acclaimed both by critics as a mass audience came to see her last summer FIB.

For 2011 will be released 'LP4'. What we have booked?

Justin Bieber: 'My World 2.0'

fashion is the child, the teenager on that land all the flashes, all eyes. At the foot of this new international hero girls kneel, cry their name, I laugh all the graces and mourn him excited. Justin Bieber is ultimately the great phenomenon fan of the season and, although the quality of their songs can be discussed, his name had to be present in this classification that highlights the best of the year.

With just a dozen songs in their possession, the rookie seems to take years wandering the world stage. Coming Soon to Spain. To shake the foundation!

Crystal Castles, 'Crystal Castles II'

will spend a hundred years and, if memory serves, if the filter does its job, Crystal Castles will be glorified forever as one the original concepts of the early twenty-first century.

Because this mix of electronic, punk, hysteria, cocaine, religion, divine apparitions, undead, old synths, alcohol, Atari and enclosing EVP also this second album is irrefutable proof that there are still unexplored wilderness without, for this, having to fall into the pretentious abstraction.

Kanye West: 'My Beautiful Twisted Dark Fantasy'

's fifth studio album by American rapper is, without doubt, one of the big winners of 2010. Voted best album of the year by the prestigious magazine "Rolling Stone", "My Beautiful Twisted Dark Fantasy 'sports a modern and exotic rap breaks somewhat popular schemes that genre.

Very melodic, sensitive and rich sound production, the work which includes gems like 'DarkFantasy' wins with all the honors the many compliments you been receiving since last November ... and what's left.

Juanes 'Parc'

Although the fifth album by Colombian singer has just hit the market, a few days in the stores were sufficient to verify the pull media from an artist not only respected for his musical compositions but also by the commitment of their texts focused on love and social health of a corrupt world.

While some struggle with weapons of mass destruction, Juanes uses his talent as a composer and vocalist, through songs like 'herbalist' or 'and not return' color the dark alleys of the political and stories most melancholy of our wounded hearts.

Deftones: 'Diamond Eyes'

The accident suffered by bassist Chi Cheng has spent two years surviving in a state of semi-consciousness not only forced them to stop recording 'Eros' but it took them to live together in a creative dimension completely opposite to that were previously submerged.

The discomfort, the sorrow and the general wreck within the Deftones, became divine inspiration to every artist desperately rummaging in the recesses. With Chi Cheng omnipresent in the minds of each component was creating a climate of empathy and tribute to a musician who, unwillingly, has been the architect of one of the most amazing albums of the year: 'Diamond Eyes'.

Taylor Swift, 'Speak Now'

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Wear minority gender as the field of country music mainstream has much merit. And when the "guilty" of this cultural miracle is only 21 years, then this is a phenomenon that deserves, at least, enter the list of the best albums of the year.

This album also shows that the young Taylor Swift is not a prefabricated product or interpreter of a single radio hit. In his voice and his guitar live media future of traditional American music.

The National: 'High Violet'

may not be the media group at the time, nor the formation of XXI century fashion. However, it is difficult, very difficult encounter today with a draft of the features of The National. Deep voice, mesmerizing and a half times celestial elegance make 'HighViolet' one of the best albums of the season.

Also, if you do not know what to give for Christmas to your brothers and sisters, your bf / gf or your friend, this album features gems from the likes of 'Anyones'sGhost', 'Terrible Love' or 'Bloodbuzz Ohio' is bet safe and original.

Nena Daconte: 'A Fly In The Glass'

When last August we announced the departure of guitarist Kim Fanlo, doubts began to plan on Mai's head Meneses. Would you be able to drive herself to this project? With the brand new 'A Fly In The Glass' former Idol contestant and author of all the melodies and texts, has self-test. Slam uncertainties, slammed to the prejudices!

With little songs like 'No I will invite you to sleep', the sweet artist Nena Daconte Madrid shows that still has much to say, either alone or in company.

Miley Cyrus: 'Can not Be Tamed'

With just turned 18 years old, Miley Cyrus is now in its third studio album. Tired of his image Puritan who was assigned in the hit series Hannah Montana, the singer has chosen to display their most savage, sexy and electronic 'Can not Be Tamed. " And what if it's done!

tight shorts, latex and provocative movements are already part of their new reality, a reality that she and Justin Bieber live, the more profitable post-teens and wanted to present music.

Band Of Horses: 'Infinite Arms'

'Infinite Arms' is all a lecture on Prices are 45 minutes full of beauty, beauty of sound. It is difficult to define what these guys broadcast originating in Seattle with songs by the likes of 'Factory'. "Pop / Rock superlative? "Mosaic of high expectations? Run out of adjectives to talk about one of the formations, possibly exploiting throughout the whole of next season.

For now, already have confirmed dates in Spain. And all tickets are sold. Is it the beginning of a new group of fashion?

The Black Keys: 'Brothers'

Assuming that the likes of Robert Plant (Led Zeppelin), Billy Gibbons (ZZ Top), Kirk Hammlet (Metallica ), Matt Helders (Arctic Monkeys), Thom Yorke and Jonny Greenwood (Radiohead) are all fans of The Black Keys, it is clear that this is not any second-rate training. In fact, despite having a past already glorious in itself, the prodigious American duo has been overcome with 'Brothers', an album produced by Danger Mouse and others have convinced the critics.

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lie on my table four objects of this past December I have not had time keep in the box of memories: a ticket to a concert, a plane ticket to America, the backbone of an Ethiopian runner in a race for Christmas and a ticket to access an empty football field.

start with the concert ticket. It was earlier this month, in the middle of a long bridge, with half-empty city. Plucking action at nine-thirty in the evening. I descended slowly Roger de Flor, seeking Almogàvers street, wanting to be late. In a certain sense of ridiculous because I went to a concert just noise without compassion, just fit for ears that were not young. Had the opportunity to keep my ticket in your pocket and go home, read the next day chronicled in the paper, memorize it and release it to the person who had given me the entrance, Sgt Hayden, when I ask for mine but this is not done.

Almogàvers On the street, even though we were in the middle of a long bridge, with half-empty city, although the landscape of industrial buildings illuminated by four lamps just not invited to hang out, had a long tail of public access to Razzmatazz. Predominated rimmed glasses, colored stockings and leggings , platform shoes, dresses lady at the knee and long sleeves, the denim shirts worn ... It was lucky to leave the beret at home, despite the cold.

I asked a member of the organization if they had to wait turn a ticket purchased days earlier in the ServiCaixa. I was passed a second tail, which was uncrowded, to access the innards of the premises. For some time he was not on that site. Had not changed much since then. I do.

I was moving around the room trying to locate people of my generation. I also do not cost much. The public was not as young as I had imagined. I stood next to a couple of a similar age to mine. I took with Christian resignation. At half past nine, the scene is cast in black and a woman appeared, just intuited by her ponytail under a minimal overhead light blue, to spin plates and perform "The Message" in your mixer. That was slow. I thought I had the wrong room (that evening were two concerts in Razzamatazz), and I'm clueless nature.

But after ten minutes a curtain plunged from the roof to conceal the stage. When the rose again, there was Maya Arulpragasam (MIA) jumping on the tables with its noise and fury, with its original rhythm based on the electronic grime, rap, hip-hop and metal riff repeated until exhaustion. The girl remained mixer instead. Was added to the scene a drummer and two dancers dressed in military machine gun that kept the public. On the wall began to appear hypnotic images of war.

time ago that I like MIA, but his music has nothing to do with me, because I used antidepressant. I like to be the daughter of a Tamil revolutionary, called Arular, as their first album. I like to live on a farm without water or electricity in Sri Lanka. And then in a tree house in India. I like to learn English on the radio in the yards of their neighbors in Mitcham (Great Britain), after listening walls. I like that, now, has not forgotten those roots.

That night at Razzmatazz presented his latest album: Maya. Performed "Born Free" and agreed to play hits from their previous jobs as "XXXO" "Bucky Done Gun" and "Boyz" (when he invited thirty people to dance with her on the stage). Then came "Lovalot", "Story To Be Told" or "Teqkilla." People urged me to go to the bar or sink. I ended up dragged beside a tall, big nose and straight hair. Raised his fist in the air as if he'd score a goal, while continuing with its trunk the repetitive rhythm of the music. Flipped it, shaking his head like those dogs that were formerly put on the back window of cars. She had the St. Vitus dance, and I passed it. I had not take years off me. That night I remembered that I can do other things with my body than walking.

Razzamatazz I left before midnight. His legs were so tired of trying to move something like that thing called dancing . However, walk back into my neighborhood. Unintentionally, I followed this girl a good time straight hair and big nose, to the intersection of Marina Casp. Probably had a certain sense of ridicule because he had gone alone to a concert of noise without compassion, just fit for ears that were not young. Probably, now he was happy because it had taken years off. We walked in single file (keeping the regulatory safety distance to avoid collisions), saying he nodded, outlining the waist, bringing his fist from time to time, as if we had scored a goal. Singing softly: "I fight the ones That fight me / I really love a lot / I really love a lot."

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exactly five years ago today I created this blog. It was a New Year's Eve 2006. Mr. Gray was sleeping on the floor with her necklace of Hawaiian, as I wrote four words clumsy hand on paper, after removing the plate of the twelve grapes. At the time out to smoke a cigarette on the balcony in the middle of a text and, hopefully, was the nameless cat prowling vagabond for refuse containers. Now I will smoke outside and you are you on the floor face down with Audrey Hepburn, and you on the third floor with the face of George Peppard. Me company. That

Tingueu a molt Bon Any Nou.

PS: To celebrate the fifth anniversary, threatened to publish a daily post for the next five days. :-) You are advised