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¡Bienvenida al blog, Luz Mary!
Me alegro mucho de tu visita y de la celeridad con la que has hecho acto de presencia en este humilde ricón del océano internáutico.
Si te gusta, y te apetece, me alegraría mucho que dejases algunos comentarios cuando te parezca, y, si quieres, incluso colaborar con tus propias entradas.
En cualquier caso, muchas gracias por pasarte por aquí.
¡Un abrazo!
Hola compañero que no camarada,
Escucha a The Black Keys que no tienen desperdicio y si te mola el rock de verdad Wilco puede ser la solución.
No dejes de escuchar a Jonny Lang auténtico niño con voz de blusero con resaca.
Felicitarte por tu blog que es una auténtica enciplopedia.
YOU TOO no merecen tanto tu atención.
Regards
http://juandiazteran.tumblr.com
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3tigVYfHVmQ
Para disfrutar sin necesidad de otras hierbas
Hello, Peter!
I was told your son surfed, but I didn´t know you surfed as well. As you can see, I´ve visited your son´s blog and I´ve been watching some fragments of a video related to Tenerife. I need to visit it again and watch the videos in a complete way.
Besides, I´ve been listening to the song whose link you sent me, and I like it a lot, but, to be honest, and from my point of view, nothing can be compared to U2.
My best regards!
See you tomorrow!
Cheers, mate!
Have a go with this one.
WICO, the name of the group was named like that after the military and commercial aviation radio voice acronym for “Will Comply”, a choice which is “fairly ironic for a rock band to name themselves.”
At the moment is one of my favourite bands. It is not well known in this country as it happens to many American bands.
We turn to look at the anglo-irish bands and the root is there not in Europe.
Regards
(don´t know what to do with the film, whether to go or not)
Thanks a lot, Mr. Peter Punk, ´cos I´m learning a lot of good music from you. This particular song is the kind of song I like: sweet, atmospheric and melodic. Concerning to the roots of good music, I don´t know if they are in USA: Elvis was from there, but The Beatles were from UK. Anyway, if you wanna listen a good experimental song about the idea of Europe, when Europe was being built, try with a song called Zooropa (album: “Zooropa”, 1993), by U2. I hope you like it.
If I were you, I would go to the cinema to see this movie.
Cheers, mate!
“one two three catorce” I think this band have a big problem.
When they were in their mothers´belly they couldn´t help listening to bagpipes in the background (I remind you they are Irish) and obviously that affects and damages your brain.
Apart from that they are nice people like most of the Irish.
I´ll try to follow your advice and watch the movie.
Regards
Peter
Ps: Keep away from bagpipes and tunos (apparently the word “tuno” comes from: tuno eres músico, which means you´re not a musician as you know)
When U2 started playing, as they used to say, they only had “three chords and the truth”, but with so little they were able to play, as they still do, a very melodic music and the band were lucky ´cos they could make the most of Bono´s voice, a very personal, powerful and changeable voice. I think this is the main reason they became successful, and I think bagpipes hadn´t anything to do.
But I understand a lot of people don´t like their songs and sounds, and, in this case, try other groups. Particularly, I also I like “James”, “Crowded House”, “Suede”, and so on.
I hope you liked the movie.
Best regards!
Bogomilo.
I was messing around with the music when suddenly I bumped into a man we all should listen to. He is not very famous or at least not to me. His name is Amos Lee and the song I have chosen is Truth.
I suppose it wouldn´t have been the right tune for The Pellet or The Pigeon but nevertheless it is a great song.
I didn´t know that you were from Ampuero or surroundings.
Good place with beautiful women and lovely cheese
Regards
Peter Punk
I forgot to click the link
To be honest, I must confess I ´m not from Ampuero. It´s another author of this blog, Cesarevic, the one who is from the eastern area of Cantabria.
As you said, this song by Amos Lee wouldn´t be the right song for a place like The Pellet or The Pigeon, but, with those “jazz touches”, it would be a perfect song for a quiet pub, while you are having some beers there.
Thanks again for all that you are teaching us about music, about these “classics”. I think you should take part in this section of the blog dedicated to Music.
P. S.: If you don´t like U2, try and listen to some songs by a group called “James”, and listen to a song called Take a picture, by a group named “Filter”.
Cheers, Peter Punk!
Hi friends,
Welcome to another issue of….P.P. (you´re wrong, it only stands for my name:peter punk). (I might change my name).
This time I´ve chosen “Stop” …and.. today we can say that to zp, to the king (has he cut down his salary?), your son, your wife, your teacher..or (long list) to yourself.
Stop doing that, Stop making so much noise, Stop pulling my leg, Stop behaving that way, Stop this train I want to get down…
But Bonamassa only says “stop before you go and break my heart”.
How beautiful, how sad as well. Enjoy it!
Dear Peter Punk,
The link didn´t work when I tried, but I could listen to this song on YouTube, and now I know quite clearly the kind of music you especially like. Apart from these studio sessions, I´m very glad to have you here again writing and sharing good music with all of us. I´m looking forward to having you as an Author and to writing your own posts in this blog.
Cheers and thank you very much for joining us!
Bogomilo.
Hola bogomilo:
Acabo de descubrir este blog… y no se muy bien como… bueno si lo se. He puesto en google “David L…” y toma!!.
Esto me pasa por cotilla… llevo un rato buscando algún comentario o entrada firmada por David L… pero no hay forma… y la verdad estoy empezando a llegar a la conclusión de que ese eres tu bogomilo (historia, cine, senderismo… y sobre todo música de U2)
He buscado un enlace para escribir directamente al autor del blog, pero no lo encuentro… Bueno pues si eres tú… espero saber de ti… sino perdona las molestias.
Un saludo,
Jorge B…
Bogomilo es quien usted cree que es. Es un placer volver a saber de usted después de ¿10 años? Lo tenía por miembro de las Fuerzas y Cuerpos de Seguridad del Estado, por Madrid… (yo también procuro saber de los amigos desaparecidos). Pero… ¡ha pasado ya tanto tiempo! Éste es nuestro blog, y, aunque ahora haremos un pequeño “parón” estival (reduciremos en verano el número de entradas que metamos), volveremos para septiembre con nuevas aventuras y cierta variedad de temas. No hace falta que le diga que está invitado a intervenir en este rincón, y, por cierto, tengo su correo electrónico, así que, si quiere que nos pongamos en contacto…
Un fuerte abrazo, Jorge.