As some found out, this year I closed with a presentation of Rogues in a bar in Bellavista. There was kindled passion for music, it closed a cycle of work and have lived one of the most complete feeling of success in recent times ... a completely different feeling ... that has nothing to do with the triumph of work, study or money ..... truth a very particular feeling that remains in reververancia inside my head ...
We played Dec. 20 at pub full .. the incredible atmosphere .... Friends and bystanders were hesitant pace of our letters enjoying every little musical wave that emanated from a long work that has been brewing since the last months of 2005. Date from which, in a religious way, every Wednesday this week we got together and surrounded by several chelas pack we set up "our fucking minute."
I always wanted to hasten the pace, but the wisdom and "mashing" the band was undoubtedly the total ingredient for an unforgettable night! I invited several bloggers but it was not one ..... the hard ... zero roll .... it was my band, my black, my friends and a pile of diners willing to stop the ear and make us shit with the criticism.
The result was good ... lucas together and we will make a professional demo ... The idea is to launch a radio issue completely out of any personal ambition but whose idea tempts me more than the crest. With this event, I thought it had closed a 2006 beyond belief. However, the end of the year I had a surprise in store filled with feelings of high caliber.
Inspired by the eternal echo of the ideas from my wife, parades through the postal headquarters in Chile. The idea was to collect a child's letter addressed to Santa Claus. I sat one morning for about 1 hour to read over and over ... some unbelievable story, some sad .. the feeling was strange, first because I was playing the role of a "judge" with an "eye of god" should be given a sentence of joy to a child ... In short, while there, one of the things that struck me was seeing the number of poor people by selecting letters and see very few people "resources" trying to contribute a small grain of sand .... Raya for the sum, with the black select a letter that was a whole family .. a mother and 4 children, 11, 8, 7 and 4 of age ... his letters full of hope and a simplicity that grabbed me and said "black ... allow yourself to Guevara ... this is the letter "... we look with the black and we said ... are 4 goats fuck how we do it ... The cristi said "well ... this went up to the whole family, my parents, brothers, your family and friends who want to "..
began the pilgrimage, imagination and massive enrollment, Meiggs went through the neighborhood, the mall and coordinate among several. Moreover, to Ruth (my nana) got the ball cooperating with a pair of slippers and a dress for most. We managed to put together a complete Christmas dinner, a box of merchandise and a strong contingent of food, including several strips of hairlines, maquekes, candy, chips. The toys were a soccer ball that he personally chose, a substitute for play station (gift dreamed up by the Francisco .. that of 8), car bus, a doll, new clothes for the girl of 11, t-shirts, dresses, jeans and hard the hard cove requested gifts on the list. The complexity of the story, was that only receive mail until December 20 but given that we would take them dinner, I decided to go personally to leave and thus uproot any malicious comment that more than one person made me .. .. Direction, a passage in the commune of La Pintana near the Faculty of Agronomy and Veterinary. Santa Rosa with the height and the motherfucker ... I left with my brother Andrew ... I thought about taking my son 3 years camilo ... but since he did not know where I would put I thought it would be dangerous. The neighborhood very ugly, long-looking duck gueón wrong corners, long narrow passage, poor houses shit, streets full of trash, debris, pasturris, cats everywhere, dogs bulk holes, zero grazing, very stony, cement and an atmosphere charged with direct eyes .. full of curiosity and caring. The hard .... I'm ugly and I have bad side .. my brother-in-idem, plus he is a giant gueón and to be honest .. seemed to think more about environmental narcos ... On the other hand ... as God is my copilot never felt afraid, but never stopped being alert. The worst and most complex was to find the address ... you recorded the streets had no names and when we find one was closed ... anyone asking me about or simply did the crazy .. was a stranger in a strange land. I finally found the passage .. had a little girl sitting in the gutter ... the house was very humble .. to see me away .... I felt a strange thing in my stomach ... I think she still ... back and looked at me straight in the eye ... I got off the car and told him I
: sabina know? ...
She: Yes .... my mom
Me: So you must be Jennifer is not it ?....
She: Yes. and this is my brother
Me: The francisco .... the player ...
She: Yes .. (Francisco to face not catching anything I looked at my car and my brother)
Jennifer called her mother to leave the house in front with a neighbor .... approaches in astonishment and kept looking at me ... She was a woman of about 40 years, white skin, plump, with beautiful hazel eyes. I felt strange ... and said
Hi sabina ... look .... ehhh ... well ... My name is Rodrigo ... and ... this ... what happens is I come home because I read your letter post for Christmas .... and well ... I brought some gifts to get together with family and friends .. Sabina
: ..... Is seriously ?.... if ?....
His eyes widened even more, I opened the suitcase and started to drop things and pass them ... Jennifer could not believe it ... Francisco was looking through the windows .. I gave him dinner and merchandise ... then I opened the door and started down the gifts ... Sabina was undaunted, chill .... I gasped and almost in shock. . Your neighbor almost jumped on one leg .... several neighbors to snoop out .... and I, every time I felt more uncomfortable about the situation .... I handed the thing and I said ... Sabina
: My house is back .... please proceed ... I
; not ..... thank you very much ... do not worry .... not necessary ... (She insisted I went ).... ....
In the area of \u200b\u200bthe house, had 2 attempted mediaguas .. the yard with a dog who wanted to enjoy rocky my canes rock .... however, came in cache that cool ... I passed some very poor land corridors, full of dog poop and odors ... I entered the house of Sabina .. kitchen, dining room, living in the mita of my living room ... ...... 2 cabins on the other half. The simplicity, humility and poverty were present in each of the flash that stuck in my head. Despite entrenched poverty, everything was in perfect order .... his house was a house cleaner .... ordenadísima ... and a harmony that still keeps me thinking ..... Jennifer says ... leave gifts to the side of the tree .... I never saw a tree .... I do not think is there ... and it was only one minute imagery of the small ... Exchange Simply put .... no big deal ..... it was all of this .... your world ... your life ... their war .... I left the house ... Andrew, spoke a few words with the neighbors .. of parallel worlds .. or gift to his grandson would not receive .... I went to Santa Rosa ... for some strange reason I felt calm .... North took the South .... Costanera Norte then .... Kennedy went to the golf club ... I went through the park .... then Arauco and Alto Las Condes speechless .... I went to another dimension a dimension filled Montero Sport, Mercedes, Murano, BMW ... of crowded malls doing last minute shopping ..... I had to leave .... Andrew .... I got home my kids were outside waiting for me .... I excused myself ..... I was excited to go to the bathroom before leaving for a ride with them. When I looked into my living room .... and saw Sabina. We walked
all afternoon .... visit 3 places ... ate twigs .... a chocolito ... I played a scrape and we walked to the house of my parents .... the hours, I went home and sat down to write this blog ..... and as I wrote .... I realized today that I advanced the Christmas ...... and with it, so timely gift of this experience ..
Congratulations Congratulations friends .... ....... Black
Astorga.
PS: Here is a fotellis of the gig ... and a couple of links
We played Dec. 20 at pub full .. the incredible atmosphere .... Friends and bystanders were hesitant pace of our letters enjoying every little musical wave that emanated from a long work that has been brewing since the last months of 2005. Date from which, in a religious way, every Wednesday this week we got together and surrounded by several chelas pack we set up "our fucking minute."
I always wanted to hasten the pace, but the wisdom and "mashing" the band was undoubtedly the total ingredient for an unforgettable night! I invited several bloggers but it was not one ..... the hard ... zero roll .... it was my band, my black, my friends and a pile of diners willing to stop the ear and make us shit with the criticism.
The result was good ... lucas together and we will make a professional demo ... The idea is to launch a radio issue completely out of any personal ambition but whose idea tempts me more than the crest. With this event, I thought it had closed a 2006 beyond belief. However, the end of the year I had a surprise in store filled with feelings of high caliber.
Inspired by the eternal echo of the ideas from my wife, parades through the postal headquarters in Chile. The idea was to collect a child's letter addressed to Santa Claus. I sat one morning for about 1 hour to read over and over ... some unbelievable story, some sad .. the feeling was strange, first because I was playing the role of a "judge" with an "eye of god" should be given a sentence of joy to a child ... In short, while there, one of the things that struck me was seeing the number of poor people by selecting letters and see very few people "resources" trying to contribute a small grain of sand .... Raya for the sum, with the black select a letter that was a whole family .. a mother and 4 children, 11, 8, 7 and 4 of age ... his letters full of hope and a simplicity that grabbed me and said "black ... allow yourself to Guevara ... this is the letter "... we look with the black and we said ... are 4 goats fuck how we do it ... The cristi said "well ... this went up to the whole family, my parents, brothers, your family and friends who want to "..
began the pilgrimage, imagination and massive enrollment, Meiggs went through the neighborhood, the mall and coordinate among several. Moreover, to Ruth (my nana) got the ball cooperating with a pair of slippers and a dress for most. We managed to put together a complete Christmas dinner, a box of merchandise and a strong contingent of food, including several strips of hairlines, maquekes, candy, chips. The toys were a soccer ball that he personally chose, a substitute for play station (gift dreamed up by the Francisco .. that of 8), car bus, a doll, new clothes for the girl of 11, t-shirts, dresses, jeans and hard the hard cove requested gifts on the list. The complexity of the story, was that only receive mail until December 20 but given that we would take them dinner, I decided to go personally to leave and thus uproot any malicious comment that more than one person made me .. .. Direction, a passage in the commune of La Pintana near the Faculty of Agronomy and Veterinary. Santa Rosa with the height and the motherfucker ... I left with my brother Andrew ... I thought about taking my son 3 years camilo ... but since he did not know where I would put I thought it would be dangerous. The neighborhood very ugly, long-looking duck gueón wrong corners, long narrow passage, poor houses shit, streets full of trash, debris, pasturris, cats everywhere, dogs bulk holes, zero grazing, very stony, cement and an atmosphere charged with direct eyes .. full of curiosity and caring. The hard .... I'm ugly and I have bad side .. my brother-in-idem, plus he is a giant gueón and to be honest .. seemed to think more about environmental narcos ... On the other hand ... as God is my copilot never felt afraid, but never stopped being alert. The worst and most complex was to find the address ... you recorded the streets had no names and when we find one was closed ... anyone asking me about or simply did the crazy .. was a stranger in a strange land. I finally found the passage .. had a little girl sitting in the gutter ... the house was very humble .. to see me away .... I felt a strange thing in my stomach ... I think she still ... back and looked at me straight in the eye ... I got off the car and told him I
: sabina know? ...
She: Yes .... my mom
Me: So you must be Jennifer is not it ?....
She: Yes. and this is my brother
Me: The francisco .... the player ...
She: Yes .. (Francisco to face not catching anything I looked at my car and my brother)
Jennifer called her mother to leave the house in front with a neighbor .... approaches in astonishment and kept looking at me ... She was a woman of about 40 years, white skin, plump, with beautiful hazel eyes. I felt strange ... and said
Hi sabina ... look .... ehhh ... well ... My name is Rodrigo ... and ... this ... what happens is I come home because I read your letter post for Christmas .... and well ... I brought some gifts to get together with family and friends .. Sabina
: ..... Is seriously ?.... if ?....
His eyes widened even more, I opened the suitcase and started to drop things and pass them ... Jennifer could not believe it ... Francisco was looking through the windows .. I gave him dinner and merchandise ... then I opened the door and started down the gifts ... Sabina was undaunted, chill .... I gasped and almost in shock. . Your neighbor almost jumped on one leg .... several neighbors to snoop out .... and I, every time I felt more uncomfortable about the situation .... I handed the thing and I said ... Sabina
: My house is back .... please proceed ... I
; not ..... thank you very much ... do not worry .... not necessary ... (She insisted I went ).... ....
In the area of \u200b\u200bthe house, had 2 attempted mediaguas .. the yard with a dog who wanted to enjoy rocky my canes rock .... however, came in cache that cool ... I passed some very poor land corridors, full of dog poop and odors ... I entered the house of Sabina .. kitchen, dining room, living in the mita of my living room ... ...... 2 cabins on the other half. The simplicity, humility and poverty were present in each of the flash that stuck in my head. Despite entrenched poverty, everything was in perfect order .... his house was a house cleaner .... ordenadísima ... and a harmony that still keeps me thinking ..... Jennifer says ... leave gifts to the side of the tree .... I never saw a tree .... I do not think is there ... and it was only one minute imagery of the small ... Exchange Simply put .... no big deal ..... it was all of this .... your world ... your life ... their war .... I left the house ... Andrew, spoke a few words with the neighbors .. of parallel worlds .. or gift to his grandson would not receive .... I went to Santa Rosa ... for some strange reason I felt calm .... North took the South .... Costanera Norte then .... Kennedy went to the golf club ... I went through the park .... then Arauco and Alto Las Condes speechless .... I went to another dimension a dimension filled Montero Sport, Mercedes, Murano, BMW ... of crowded malls doing last minute shopping ..... I had to leave .... Andrew .... I got home my kids were outside waiting for me .... I excused myself ..... I was excited to go to the bathroom before leaving for a ride with them. When I looked into my living room .... and saw Sabina. We walked
all afternoon .... visit 3 places ... ate twigs .... a chocolito ... I played a scrape and we walked to the house of my parents .... the hours, I went home and sat down to write this blog ..... and as I wrote .... I realized today that I advanced the Christmas ...... and with it, so timely gift of this experience ..
Congratulations Congratulations friends .... ....... Black
Astorga.
PS: Here is a fotellis of the gig ... and a couple of links
http://www.todorock.cl/portal/download.php?view.62
http://www.todorock.cl
