Sip, volvimos. En general esta temporada de vacaciones estuvo muuuuy bacana y muuuuy movida. Y vamos a arrancar con algo que de verdad me volo la mente. Una cinta que en este momento ha reemplazado a "Love Actually" como mi comedia romantica favorita. La cinta se llama nada mas y nada menos que "High Fidelity".
A ver, no solo me gusto por la premisa. O porque ademas aparece Bruce Springsteen. O porque mencionan a The Jesus And Mary Chain ("They always seemed really great is what they always seemed") y a Kraftwerk (Claro que el comentario sobre Kraftwerk es mas bien jocoso...) e incluso porque hay musica de los Chemical Brothers (Con nada mas y nada menos que "Leave Home" que sono en "Gone In 60 Seconds"...). Es por lo que le pasa al man hasta lo que el man piensa hasta las conversaciones que tiene con los amigos... Lo que opina de las ex... Muchas muchas cosas!!! Y pues porque de verdad me han pasado varios cacharros de los que mencionan en la cinta.
Gocen la parte de la ida a recoger las cosas. De como se maneja lo de el aun y lo de las posibilidades... Sobre todo cuando hablamos del sexo entre la ex y el nuevo novio porque a la larga...
Rob: You are as abandoned and noisy as any character in a porn film, Laura. You are Ian’s plaything, responding to his touch with shrieks of orgasmic delight. No woman in the history of the world is having better sex than the sex you are having with Ian... in my head.
Hay secuencias tales como el darse cuenta que una ex no es la gran cosa. Asi sea "out of my class. She’s too pretty, too smart, too witty, too much. I mean, what am I? I'm a middleweight. Hey, I'm not the smartest guy in the world, but I'm certainly not the dumbest. I mean, I’ve read books like "The Unbearable Lightness of Being" and "Love in the Time of Cholera" and I think I’ve understood them. I mean, they’re about girls, right?".
Pero las cosas se acaban y resulta que...
Rob: What was the truth? She doesn’t listen to anyone. She says terrible, stupid things...
Charlie: No. Well, I have--
Rob: And she apparently has no sense of humour at all...
Charlie: You’re right. I have to talk--
Rob: And talks shit all night long.
Ese momento en el cual uno piensa "Yo que putas le vi a esta hembra?". Que en el caso de la cinta es expresado con esa maravillosa frase: "How did I manage to edit all this out? How had I made this girl the answer to all the world's problems?".
Tambien se maneja la parte de los gustos. Es algo que quizas me puso a pensar bastante...
Rob: A while back, Dick, Barry and I agreed that what really matters is what you like... not what you are like. Books, records, films... These things matter. Call me shallow. It’s the fuckin’ truth. And by this measure, I was having one of the best dates of my life.
Claro, claro que existen frases por parte de la ex. Me encanta una en la cual se va mas alla de la plata o de las apariencias "I was here because I wanted to be with you. It had nothing to do with this place".
Tambien esta la secuencia de las cosas que se extrañan de alguien....
Rob: Top five things I miss about Laura. One: sense of humour. Very dry, but it can also be warm and forgiving. And she’s got one of the best all-time laughs in the history of all-time laughs. She laughs with her entire body. Two: She’s got character. Or at least she had character before the Ian nightmare. She’s loyal and honest and... She doesn’t even take it out on people when she’s having a bad day. That’s character. Three: I miss her smell... and the way she tastes. It’s a mystery of human chemistry, and I don’t understand it. Some people, as far as your senses are concerned, just feel like home. I really dig how she walks around. It’s like she doesn’t care how she looks or what she projects. And it’s not that she doesn’t care, it’s just-- She’s not affected, I guess. And that gives her grace. And five: She does this thing in bed when she can’t get to sleep. She kind of half-moans and then rubs her feet together an equal number of times. It just kills me. Believe me, I mean, I could do a top-five-things about her that drive me crazy...But it’s just your garden variety women, you know, schizo stuff...and that’s the kind of thinking that got me here.
Hmmm, yo estoy de acuerdo en por lo menos 3 de ellas. Si, el olor y el sabor de una persona es el tipo de cosa que se extraña...
Yo nunca he sido amigo de las mixtapes. Quizas porque no pienso en canciones sino en albumes. Y por ende para mi es muy facil recopilar cosas y rotarlas. O lo que hacemos aca en La Burroteca que es rotarles musica en vivo (Porque si a uno le gusta una banda obviamente uno se enloquece por escucharla en vivo). A veces uno si prepara cosas. Pero es mas una respuesta al "Ve, quiero musica nueva"...
En fin, siguiendo la maravillosa recomendacion sobre como hacer una mixtape ("Now, the making of a good compilation tape is a very subtle art. Many do's and don'ts. First of all, you're using someone else's poetry to express how you feel. This is a delicate thing"), les tengo hoy (De bienvenida!!) nada mas y nada menos que a Depeche Mode! Es que a la larga "I’ve started to make a tape... In my head for Laura. Full of stuff she’d like. Full of stuff that’d make her happy".
Asi que hay Depeche Mode en forma aqui, Aca hay un concierto del 2005 en Toronto! Aca hay varios en Alemania! Uno en Milan en el '84 o en el '93! Aca hay otro en Birmingham en el 2006.
Aca hay demasiados conciertos.
Y para alguien muy muy especial, algo muy especial: DM acustico...
En fin, los dejo con un tema que es apenas como pa' esta cinta...
Precious and fragile things
Need special handling
My God what have we done to you
We always tried to share
The tenderest of care
Now look what we have put you through
Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we'd manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give
Angels with silver wings
Shouldn't know suffering
I wish I could take the pain for you
If God has a master plan
That only He understands
I hope it's your eyes He's seeing through
Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we'd manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give
I pray you learn to trust
Have faith in both of us
And keep room in your hearts for two
Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we'd manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give
Gracias a todos y a todas por regresar a La Burroteca despues de este corto break. Me hacia falta compartir con ustedes!
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