(¿Cómo se dice en inglés "Al final resulta que Vetusta Morla molan y todo"?)
First of all. An album that starts like this cannot be bad at all:
Now, imagine my typical blablabla about discovering a new band. Another typical blablabla about some months ago many people and magazines telling me a lot of things about them. Then another blablabla about me saying: I'm too cool to listen to this band because they are becoming popular very fast and because I read somewhere that they pretend to sound like Radiohead. And now obviously there is gonna be another blablabla about me finally listening to them and saying: shit, they kick ass.
So, it went like this.
Jorge's house.
They day we watched Into the wild.
I get to his place, we had the pop-corn incident, and then I say: what are we listening? And he says: Vetusta Morla. And I say: mmh. Sounds good.
So, he goes downstairs to get some glasses and I stay in his room, admiring its pureness and its out-of-dust-ness. (Ojo, su pureza y su ausencia de polvo). And then...
You guys remember that movie... mmh... In Spanish it was called "El color del dinero". You know: Paul Newman and Tom Cruise playing pool.
Ok, I love the scene where... mmmh...
(You should listen to this song now)
(-------1---------2----------3---------------)
Ok, the scene where they meet for first time.
Paul Newman is talking with a girl and Tom Cruise is down there playing pool.
So, Tom Cruise hit the balls with the...
(¿Cómo se dice taco?) (...) (ostia, se dice "cue")
So, Tom Cruise hit the balls with the cue and Paul Newman suddenly stop talking and look to Tom Cruise saying: wow! What the fuck!? But just goes back to the girl.
Then Tom Cruise hit another ball and Paul Newman stop talking again and says: holy shit, that kid's shots sounds like fucking hell!
(De hecho en español dice: "el saque de ese chico suena como un auténtico demonio" o algo así... ya sabéis... expresiones de los setenta...)
So, I'm there in the room. Just admiring the dustlessness and suddenly I look back at the computer and I say: wow! What the fuck!? Track eight, uh? But I just go back to admire the tidyness of the room. But then again, track eight. Around minute 3. I go back to the computer and look: holy shit!
So Jorge comes back. I say: that was Vetusta Morla? He says: yes. I say: cool.
C'est fini.
Escrito por The Thief a las 20.06.2008 20:25