Sunday, June 8, 2008

Leesa y Tamajon Concert 16th May 2008

Here are some photos and a little video snippet of our concert in La Sebastiana this year. Thanks again to all those who came, thanks to those in La Sebastiana, thanks to JB for writing a nice little review and thanks to N for the photos and video. Aquí hay unas fotos y un video corto del concierto que hicimos en La Sebastiana el 16 de mayo. Quiero agradecir a los que vinieron, a los de La Sebastiana, a JB por habernos escrito una crítica favorable ;) y a N por haber sacado las fotos y haber grabado el video.

This Week I've Been Mostly Listening To...Iron and Wine

In my experience, my MP3 player has been one of the best things that ever happened to me. I can go wherever I like with all my music. No more tears shed over the agonizing decision of which CDs to pack in my meagre 20kg luggage allowance. No more Discmans and having to foretell what you'll want to listen to hours in advance of leaving the house and then realising that you really aren't in the mood to listen to any of the CDs you brought along.

Having said that, shortly after purchasing my MP3 player I noticed the development of a worrying phenomenon. I quickly ripped my music collection and those of all my friends. All of a sudden, I was faced with more new music than I could possibly process and I have got many albums that I have never got around to listen to. This problem always comes to the fore whenever I accidentally stumble upon a great song or album that had been tucked away in some cobwebby cranny in my player for months or even years.

This is precisely what happened with Iron and Wine. I was vaguely aware of having an album of his but as I was walking to work the other day, listening to my MP3 player on random, Boy With a Coin came on and I've been listening to The Shepard's Dog ever since. It's such a beautiful album and I'm in awe of Sam Beam's finger picking and plaintive voice. Here I've posted two of my favourite songs from the album.

The first is Boy With a Coin itself. I also really like the video. I dance sevillanas just like this (well, no, not really. I've about as much grace and arte when I dance flamenco as an elephant with club feet.)



The other is Carousel. One thing that struck me about Iron and Wine is his sparse use of choruses and the ability of his songs to immediately worm their way into your subconscious even without them. He's also got the richest and most haunting voice I've heard in a long time. No matter how often I listen to this song it still gives me shivers. He's also got a legend of a beard!



En mi experiencia, la compra de mi MP3 fue una de las mejores cosas que he hecho hasta ahora. Puedo ir donde sea y llevar mi música conmigo. Ya no lloro a la hora de decidir qué discos quiero llevar cuando me dejan solo 20 kilos de equipage. Ya no hay Discmans y la necesidad de predecir qué discos quiero poner horas antes de salir de casa y luego la sensación de frustración cuando me doy cuenta de que el único disco que quiero escuchar es precisamente el único que no tengo.

Aúnque haya dicho esto, noto un problemilla desde que lo compré. Puse toda mi música y la de mis amigos también en el reproductor. De repente, tuve más música de lo que podía escuchar lo que significa que todavía tengo muchos discos y canciones por escuchar. Me llama la atención este problema siempre que encuentro una canción maravillosa que puede haber pasado meses o incluso años escondida en un rincón oscuro de mi reproductor.

Fue precisamente así como descubrí Iron and Wine. Estaba algo conciente de tener el disco pero, cuando estaba en el camino hacia el curro, escuchando canciones al azar, tropozé con la canción Boy With a Coin
y desde entonces no paro de escuchar el disco The Shepard's Dog. Es un disco precioso y el punteo y la voz de Sam Beam me dejan sin palabras. Arriba se puede ver mis caniciones favoritas del disco.

La primera es Boy With a Coin. Es más, me encanta el video. Bailo sevillanas así yo (es broma. Tengo el arte de un elefante que padece de pie equinovaro.)

Un muchacho con una moneda

Un muchacho con una moneda que econtró en las malas hierbas
Tanto como balas y revistas de la bolsa
Estaba al lado de un coche que se quedó boca abajo
Cuando Dios abandonó el suelo para circunnavegar el mundo

Una muchacha con un pájaro que econtró en la nieve
Y que luego entró en su falda volando y fue así como supo
Que Dios le había hecho los ojos para llorar al nacimiento
Entonces abandonó el suelo para circunnavegar el mundo

Un muchacho con una moneda que embutió en el bolsillo de los vaqueros
Y entonces pedió un deseo y la lanzó al mar
Caminó hacia un pueblo al que todos nosotros prenden fuego
Cuando Dios abandonó el suelo para circunnavegar el mundo

La otra canción es Carousel. Lo que me impacta de Iron and Wine es la falta de estrofas en sus canciones y que, aún así, te pegan en el subconsciente de una forma inmediata. Además, llevo mucho tiempo sin escuchar una voz tan sonora. Y su barba me mola.

Tiovivo

Casi estaba en casa
Cuando tropozé con la última escalera
Te estabas trenzado el pelo canoso
Que te dejó crecer tanto
Desde que me había ido.

Y las muchachas perfectas
A lado de la piscina, solían protestar
Con collares de cruces colgados de sus cuellos
Pero nuestros hijos están en el extranjero
Y todos nosotros sabemos de la colmena y las abejitas

Casi estaba en casa
Llevaba una rama de olivo y una paloma
Estabas sacudiendo la alfombra persiana
Y tenías la Biblia y tu alianza escondidas
En el mueble TV

Y soplaba un viento helado
Y cada padre de la ciudad se cayeron
del tiovivo provincial
Mientras los perros comían la nieve
Todos nuestros hijos se habían hundido en un baúl de ropa de Noé

Casi estaba en casa
Nos perdimos en nuestra calle nueva
Mientras vuestras hijas que estaban haciendo el duelo murieron mientras dormían
Y por eso nadie les daba de comer a los perros
Un gran sueño de huesos en un montón encima de la cama

Y a las polís les daba igual
Cuando el yonki construyó el barco
Y dijo - Por favor, antes de que me vaya,
Que sea el hueso único y honrado el parentesco
De los críos y la brigada antidisturbios






DELTA Done and Dusted!

A big hip hip hurray to F on completing the nine months of hell that is a Distance DELTA. We celebrated in style - champagne, lethal cocktails, copas and nibbles - in a variety of places (from well-heeled wineries to communist cultural associations that are fined for having too many tables on their terraza - Damn the Man!). It was a night of stiff entries, nuns carrying roses, imperfect small men, highbrow conversations on the cultural importance of Jet from Gladiators and moving renditions of Abba's I Have a Dream by J. But enough of the mungo jumbo and congratulations once again to mi niña de ay.

Sunday, June 1, 2008

Feria 2008 - How was it for you?

Top 5 Super Things about Feria
(in no particular order)
1. The Portada - Gaudy and unnecessarily huge as it may be, there is something magical about the portada, especially when lit up at night.
2. Rebujito - Sherry and lemonade mix that's a May staple here in Cordoba. It goes down very easily, is lovely and cool and makes you extremely giggly and mellow. Thus far, I haven't experienced a rebujito induced hangover, although I'm sure it exists.
3. Trajes de gitana - Looking at the ladies and little girls all dressed up in their flamenco dresses is one of the simple pleasures of feria. Spotting the most hideous can be fun but even better yet is looking out for the pretty ones and making mental notes of patterns and colours for when I can eventually fork out the 600 euro or so it will cost me to get my own.
4. Coming together - No matter what your walk of life, be you pijo, friki, moderno or whatever else, for ten days differences are put aside to congregate on the same piece of wasteland and do irreversible damage to your liver. You may go to different casetas but there's a common purpose and, for a brief time, peace and love among Cordobesans.
5. Work? But it's Feria! - The entire duration of Feria is accompanied by a festive feeling, whether you're actually at the site or not. So even if you are working, you're doing feck all. And then there's the work night out on Wednesday...


Top 5 Shite Things about Feria
(once again in no particular order - although the first thing I mention is quite a stand out)
1. Toilets - Anyone familiar with going to the loo in Cordoba knows that it's not a pleasant experience and is best done with armed with your own supply of tissues and the will to repeat "esta ocupado" constantly due to bar owners' belief that locks on bathroom doors are a expendable luxury. Well, feria makes you nostalgic for all of this as you are faced with holes in the ground, portaloos that don't flush and, as the queues get longer into the night, trips to the Guadalquivir riverbank. You now things are bad when you come out excitedly exclaiming that there's a sink in the toilet. Worst culprit so far is the Federacion de Penas Cordobesas toilet...
2. The Sand - A stroke of planning genius. Cover the ground with sand with the same dying power as turmeric. Just add water and all sorts of Glastonburyesque scenes follow. If it's hot and dry half the crowd have to wear World War style gas masks to counteract their allergies and, like, breathe. No matter what the weather's like it's a mess. Surely there's an alternative...
3. Being sober at Feria - If you're under the age of 13 being sober at Feria is great. You have loads of rides, candyfloss and balloons to distract you. Anyone above that needs to become inebriated just to handle the sordidness of the whole thing, especially at night. Without a few copas you notice the messy puddles of, what you hope is, drink, the smell of a lot of people crowded into tents and the shite music. I have decided that sober Feria nights won't be repeated next year.
4. Let's go to Feria. Well, what else can we do? - Being Cordoba's most important fiesta everything closes down for the second half of Feria. This is great in one way(a few days off work) but bollocks in many others. The city centre is deserted and if you don't fancy Feria all your favourite haunts are invariably closed. The only solution - get out of Cordoba.

My Essential Music: The National - Alligator

Alligator was an album I stumbled upon by accident and all because of it's cover. A simple black and white, out-of-focus photo that transmits a sense of melancholy which permeates the entire album. I knew nothing about The National, but the album cover spoke to me so forcefully that it immediately went on my Christmas wish list.

I wasn't disappointed. It's hard to classify The National. A mixture of alt-country, rock, pop and topped off with Matt Berninger's lyrics. Self-deprecating, self-loathing, caustic and beautiful all at once, he's a rare lyricist who can have you grinning and crying from one line to the next.

This album reminds me of a very particular time in my life and the song Baby, We'll Be Fine became a nightly ritual, the opening lines pinpointing exactly what I was going through.



I have yet to see The National live. Ironically, the friend who gave me the album for Christmas, and in so doing discovering The National himself, has seen them twice (P - I'm very jealous). The following video for the song About Today isn't from the album, but just goes to show why I'm dying to see this group live. Fingers crossed that they'll visit Spain soon, and when they do, they'll head south.



Descubrí Alligator por casualidad, y a través de la portada del disco, una foto sencilla de blanco y negro, desenfocada que transmite una meloncolía que caractariza el disco. Me impactó tanto la portada que, sin saber más del grupo, le pedí el disco a un amigo como un regalo de navidad.

Y no me decepcionó. Es dificíl identificar que tipo de música hace The National. Hay algo de country, de rock y lo que más destaca, las letras de Matt Berninger. Se ríe de sí mismo y habla con amagura y rencor pero a la vez con ternura y belleza. No se puede comparar con ningún letrista actual. Son pocos los que te hacen reír y llorar en la misma canción.

Este disco me trae recuerdos de una época dura de mi vida. Sobre todo, la canción Baby, We'll Be Fine me ayudó superarlo, las primeras lineas en particular me hablaban.

Nena, Todo Saldrá Bien

Toda la noche tumbada en mi almohada rezo
que mi jefe me pare en el pasillo
que ponga mi cabeza en su hombre y que me diga
Hijo, de tí escucho buenas cosas

Me despierto sin aviso y voy corriendo por la casa
Flipando, con una rabia causado por el sauvignon,
Me ducho por cuarenta y cinco minutos y beso el espejo
Y digo, mírame
Nena, todo saldrá bien
Sólo tenemos que ser valientes y amables

Me pongo un jersey y una sonrisa
No sé como se hace esto
Siento muchísimo todo
Siento muchísimo todo
Siento muchísimo todo

Nena, ven a mi casa, necesito que me entretengas
He tenido un día forzado y artificial
Recuestame y díme algo bonito
Recuestame de nuevo donde quiero quedarme
Sólo díme algo perfecto, algo que pueda robar
Di mírame
Nena, todo saldrá bien
Sólo tenemos que ser valientes y amables

Te quito los vaqueros, y derramas el Jack Daniels y coca cola encima de mi cuello
Me derrito como una bruja y grito
Siento muchísimo todo
Siento muchísimo todo
Siento muchísimo todo


No he visto nunca a The National en directo. Se puede ver en el video de About Today, que por cierto no aparece en Alligator, como tocan y me dan muchísimas ganas de verles en concierto. Espero que vengan a España pronto, y cuando vengan que vengan al sur.






Summer Holidays



Finally, a few days off work and an opportunity for me to escape Cordoba! A mixture of a holiday and farewell trip, we packed up after a heavy night of Feria (for some)and headed for Ronda.

First impressions as we arrived at the station weren't good as an overwhelming smell of pee hit us upon descending the train. Things got significantly better though. As soon as we freed ourselves of our luggage in our lovely little hotel, we headed to the old town to check out the sites for which Ronda's famous: the bull ring, the bridge and the views of the gorge.

Everything in Ronda's pretty spectacular. Wandering around the town you frequently stumble upon pretty viewing points, white buildings and little cobblestone alleyways. It's not so good for those afraid of heights and there's a frequent sense of dizziness as you realise just how far up you are. It's also very touristy and it was very entertaining to be treated as a tourist once again. This also lead to foot in mouth moments as we remembered that our catty English comments about sunburned guiris could be understood (and also a bit of karma as we ourselves caught a little sun).

The entertainment for the holiday included a trip to the Museo del Bandalero (Bandit Museum), where I got to appreciate an interesting array of sideburns and we learnt that many bandits came from Cordoba (it all makes sense now!). G and F got more than they bargained for when they went to play pool and realised that in fact it was a French billiards table. We visited an organic winery, drank some very nice red wine and were told all about the workings of the winery by the very pleasant staff. And we bowled while drinking copas.

We arrived back in Cordoba exhausted, but what a way to begin the send off to the most magnificent threesome of niñas guiris Cordoba has ever seen.