Friday, January 14, 2011

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Rubens Central Park Ducks

A finales del curso pasado, y en parte porque releí con mis alumnos de 4º la novela de Salinger, escribí y grabé una canción que tenía dos títulos posibles ("Los patos de Central Park" y "Holden Kafka") y un subtítulo, "Canción de ducha", alusivo a las circunstancias -literales- en que la imaginé.



Hoy, al fin, he retocado un verso que nunca me gustó, y además (gracias a mis nuevos juguetes) he grabado una pista completa de batería, estrenando así one of my biggest egocentric delusions, provisionally known as "autarky" (I have already made their way into the attic), and that is to record songs in principle Marienbad outside and that's just me, or even the computer ( went so far as the percussion), play. To my knowledge, this ring (several times) an electric guitar, an acoustic and English, a bass, a full battery, a cajón, a shaker ... and three minutes of uninterrupted shower, yes.

I do not, I confess, if they do (play) well or just regular. The fact is that, as we said yesterday , I had a great time. And tomorrow it is Saturday ...

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