an explanation for unpopular stories (or: why I changed the name of this blog)
Once Upon A Time Heart Bramble, and began to tell his story years ago, before a horrible sinking technology would take me away fruit of my labors. I could protect themselves against the horrible wreck? Yes I did? No. Who is the cause of his pain, stick to the pendant and start writing again.
Once Upon A Time Heart Bramble , and you can see already that it is a fairy tale. For the uninitiated, the stories are not excuses for a joyful musical entertainment. Fairy tales used to teach children and remind adults that bad (in very broad sense) in the world there is so much. Snow White does not wake up with a kiss, Snow White wakes up because the porters stumble and splashes off the throat the piece of poisoned apple to el Little Mermaid turns into sea foam, while looking for her prince to just tie the wedding with another. In addition, there who claims that Prince Charming is just a poor hunter of pussy.
Yet, there is nothing more noble, seeking a happy ending.
Zaal: Round Jay Reatard Maandag 9 November 2009 20:00
Gigs Jay Reatard I met my friend Guillaume horrorofilo - at the time contact was made lastfm that practically almost all the same my concerts. " While he played, I received a few calls - obviously irrisposte - by an important man, who told me the next day of us played together in a festival. And then he added: "But you noticed that is very tall, big, big head with curly and I'm skinny legs skinny?" I laughed for a while ', Then I said "Yes, but what breaks." Okay, not really so, it is a free translation. Come back from the concert, I read a message from the hearts of its great that he remembered the Pukkelpop spit, spit, however, that have also framed the performance in Brussels: Did I mentioned, we have laughter, we concluded: "Yes, but how splits. " Last Saturday I drank a beer with Guillaume, DNA, and at one point spent" My Shadow. " I : "Hey, is Jay Reatard" Guillaume: "Yes, indeed! What a great concert lasted a little sin. " Silence. "Yes, but what breaks." (Again, a free translation).
Tickets Jay Reatard me I still hold in your wallet, because at times I do not throw away your receipts even the grocery store, but I swear that every time I think we fell the eye: "Behold, I come home and put it agenda. "
Blood Visions Jay Reatard was the first record I bought here in Brussels, and even if he was in there hanging around on the banquet, and top with big head, I told him nothing. I have not even asked for an autograph, a spit, as I know.
Jay Reatard had played for a tight 45 minutes, then said faceva un ultimo pezzo, ha sparato “It's so easy” e s'è ritirato. No, niente scenetta me-ne-vado-ma-no-rieccomi, e questo l'ho apprezzato molto.
Lonely days and sleepless nights This doesn't seem so right It leaves me wanting more More than I did before
Seems that my dreams only come true When my dreams aren't about you Nightmares are all you bring to me I'll keep searching for you I'll keep searching for you I'll keep searching for you
Someone in this house, has become cleaner. There is a good smell, that indefinable mix that comes from the old stove, and there are posters where previously there was nothing. While I was in Italy I felt I was not essermene never gone and now that I am here again, I can not seem to ever go essermene. This year nothing horoscope. I wash away the smell of a night journey, I settle in that corner of the bench to read and study, I eat when I feel like it. soon arrive one by one the floating creatures that inhabit my house, share coffee and take all the best from the usual, but always respectful kisses Francophile we salute you.
The sky is the color of a broken heart, maybe it will snow and I think they have done to renovate the church you can see from our windows, because before I heard the bells.
A square of chocolate and a sharp awareness: I have offered the opportunity to leave an impression of you that were honest and sensitive, but you preferred the road to ruin.
