Presentación

Bienvenidos a mi pagina. Aquí encontrareis una recopilación, enumeración o referencia a los álbumes que a lo largo de mi vida he ido acumulando. En otros casos tal vez solo mención o descripción de aquellos que por diversas causas considero relevantes y en mi opinión merece la pena destacar. Pongo toda esta información a vuestra disposición y si hay algo que os pudiera interesar o que os gustaría adquirir de entre los ejemplares que se citan en este espacio o estuviesen relacionados con el material aquí descrito, no dudéis en contactar conmigo. Yo procuraré proporcionaros los cauces para que podáis haceros con dichos ejemplares, si  ello fuese posible. También estoy abierto a opiniones y sugerencias. Espero que disfrutéis recorriendo este espacio y encontréis motivación en su contenido.

About me

My name is Luis Borrego and I was born in Madrid. I became a Beatles fan at the age of 13. It all started as a revelation when “Twist and Shout” EP and the album “Beatles For Sale” fell into my hands. They were brought as a gift by a sister of my mother who lived in London. Since then, I have always been interested in rock and Anglo-Saxon popular music. The discovery of the LP “The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan” would come soon through my good friend JC, whose godmother lived in Biarritz. She bought her godson this awesome find, so impossible to spot in Spain at the time. Next came the single “Like A Rolling Stone” that a school mate lent me in the summer of ’66 along with the single “Gloria” performed by The Shadows Of Night. The last one already occupying one of the top ten spots on UK hits lists. That event changed my life forever. Vinyl records, especially the LP’s of those wonderful years, specifically, releases referred to as Anglo-Saxon popular music, have been for me objects of worship since the first drumbeat and first few sentences of “Like A Rolling Stone” resounded in my ears, altering my sense of perception. Nothing would ever be the same again.

Translating and understanding the lyrics by the Duluth Genius became a goal that I soon left, temporarily, for lack of the necessary basic knowledge of English. In those days, the only foreign language officially studied at school in Spain was French. My devotion to vinyl was forged at a time when the struggle for freedom and music and the message of the minstrels become essential in the life of any university fellow with a minimum of social consciousness, at least in my country. Having the album in your hands, reading the notes on the back cover and the lyrics, when included in the publication, were transcending the sound experience and gave meaning to the songs and the universe of the artist itself, songs expressing concerns, emotions and the feelings of a generation.

From that tumultuous period, though still happy, passionate and full of vitality, Rock evolved and represented for many of us a way of living and understanding the world. The discs were then, like books, bearers of soul and human thought and listening to them, touching them, reading them, and trying to analyze the ultimate meaning of the phonographic work was comforting or at least enlightening. Sometimes shocking. They generated a feeling likely to cause a strange pleasure of extreme intensity or uncontrollable pain emanating from the bottom of our guts as it made us aware of ourselves and the helplessness, powerlessness of human beings. It was almost like trying to capture the “memory of the world” within a plastic disc. However it was already in the 80s, more resolutely from 1985, when I became determined to collect vinyls and complete the official discography of the Beatles and also Bob Dylan, of which I had only purchased until then, 4 or 5 LP’s. Anyhow this would not involve any ignorance of his work which I always followed with interest and diligence, although not so much in depth. Other artists also related to Dylan’s work, and many others of several kinds, both American and British, were joining my arsenal. I became especially interested in British bands of the sixties, Pop and Folk Rock and its derivatives, as well as its roots, Rhythm and Blues, traditional blues and in particular the Mississippi Delta Blues singers. I also tried to include Rock in general and some jazz, though very poorly represented in my archives. At the end of the decade I looked back to the Madrid scene and included some other disks of Spanish bands or artists, such as Gabinete Caligary or Los Pecadores, although ultimately it was the new values that attracted me the most, focused very specifically in El Ultimo De La Fila (Quimi Portet and Manolo García) and its various formations, such as Los Rápidos and Los Burros. Some of Radio Futura and Flamenco singing, particularly Camaron, José Meneses and Manolo Caracol, gather on my shelves and even mythical representatives of the Hispanic couplet, as Concha Piquer, add to the hodgepodge, like the famous singer Carlos Gardel, the most universally popular and significantly outstanding performer of Argentinian Tango. New discoveries, such as Talking Heads, The Cure or R.E.M. and others not so well represented in numbers, such as Pixies, Stone Roses or Silencers, brought new blood to the sample, in my collection. After 1990, already in the digital age, with the birth of the minidisc and other forms of recording and playback, the volume of my vinyl acquisitions declined. However, I still watched for new releases of the most important artists in my personal hierarchy of artistic and musical values.

After 1999 I discovered the extent of the internet and the ability to get my hands on previously inaccessible unusual recordings through exchanges with other collectors who you could contact through Google newsgroups, such as rec.music.beatles or rec.music. dylan.

That is how I came in 2004 to be part of a small collective which we refer to in a private and intimate way as the Dylan Traders Community. Thereafter I became a moderator, then administrator and finally co-founder of the Hungercity page, now defunct. Some of you who frequented that space or any other similar sites, may already know me as Luisbp51, the nickname with which I identified myself in these areas.

So I open a new stage with this blog, in which I intend to publicize the scope of the work of many of these artists, exposing my collection publicly and making available to any interested party the channels to gain certain copies, low coverage recordings and out of print or rarely accessible vinyls. I hope you find it useful and overall you can find here a place where you may have access to certain information concerning your interests as collectors and lovers of rock and popular music.

The Hypnotist Collector

Ojos Verdes

Mi madre habría cumplido 99 años el 26 de noviembre pasado. Me habría gustado tener este artículo listo para esa fecha en particular, pero como ya dije en mi último post, “Sisters Of Mercy“, he tenido problemas y carecía del estado de ánimo adecuado para hacer nada, sino dejarme llevar. De todos modos, quiero hacerlo ahora, porque puede que no sea hoy su cumpleaños, pero es el mío (eso era el 13 de Diciembre, fecha en la que publiqué el artículo en Inglés) y apuesto a que se sentiría muy honrada de que haya decidido celebrar mi cumpleaños con este sentido homenaje a ella. Era una fan fiel de Conchita Piquer, como ella solía referirse a la gran cupletista (la gente acostumbraba denominar a la artista por el diminutivo de su nombre de pila). Solía contarnos que mi padre y ella asistieron a un concierto suyo en un gran teatro de Madrid y ambos quedaron impresionados por su carisma en el escenario. Obviamente, su actuación causó un gran impacto en ellos, especialmente en el ánimo de mi madre. Con mucho alborozo nos relataba el éxito que Concha Piquer tuvo en su debut internacional en L’Olympia de París, cuando estrenó la canción “El Relicario”. Siempre recordaba como la entusiasmada audiencia se puso en pie para dedicarle una estruendosa ovación.

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Esta última canción que menciono fue grabada más tarde por Sara Montiel para una secuencia de su película “El ultimo Cuplé“. Una versión de estudio diferente fue lanzada por Columbia Records en su LP publicado como “Sarita Montiel canta las canciones de la película El Ultimo Cuplé” que supuestamente debía ser la banda sonora de la mencionada película, aunque en realidad eran grabaciones de estudio diferentes (o tal vez las mismas retocadas). El LP fue lanzado en Europa por London Records según se advierte en las fotos aquí abajo incluidas.

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Esta es la versión que aparece en el LP de Columbia: “El Relicario” (en realidad cantada por Sarita Montiel, aunque figura en youtube como interpretada por Concha Piquer). Como ferviente admiradora de Conchita Piquer, mi madre solía recordar muchas de sus canciones e incluso canturrearlas a veces. Sin embargo, es posible que no lo creáis, pero no poseía ningún disco de ella. Así que, un día, cuando ya fui adulto, tuve que ir a comprarle uno para regalárselo por su cumpleaños.

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“No Te Mires En El Río” era una de mis canciones favoritas del álbum que compré. A mi madre le encantaban todas sus canciones. El tema favorito de ella era esta copla que ahora comparto aquí, “Ojos Verdes”:

Ojos Verdes (Valverde, León y Quiroga)
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Apoyá en el quicio de la mancebía,
Miraba encenderse la noche de mayo
Pasaban los hombres y yo sonreía,
Hasta que en mi puerta paraste el caballo.
“¡Serrana! ¿Me das candela?”
Y yo te dije: “Gaché,
Ven y tómala en mis labios
Y yo fuego te daré”.
Dejaste el caballo y lumbre te di
Y fueron dos verdes luceros de mayo
Tus ojos pa mí

Ojos verdes,
Verdes como l’arbahaca,
Verdes como er trigo verde,
Y el verde, verde limón.

Ojos verdes, verdes
Con brillo de faca
Que s’han clavaíto en mi corazón.
Pa mí ya no hay soles, luceros ni luna,
No hay más que unos ojos que mi vía son.

Ojos verdes,
Verdes como l’arbahaca,
Verdes como er trigo verde,
Y el verde, verde limón.

Vimos desde el cuarto despertar er día,
Y sonar el alba en la torre la vela
Dejaste mi brazo cuando amanecía,
Y en mi boca un gusto de menta y canela.
“¡Serrana! Para un vestío
Yo te quiero regalá”
Yo te dije: “¡estás cumplío!
No me tienes que dar ná”.
Subiste al caballo, te fuiste de mi
Y nunca otra noche más bella de mayo
E güerto a vivir.

Ojos verdes,
Verdes como l’arbahaca,
Verdes como er trigo verde,
Y el verde, verde limón.

Ojos verdes, verdes, con brillo de faca
Que s’han clavaíto en mi corazón
Pa mí ya no hay soles, luceros ni luna,
No hay más que unos ojos que mi vía son.

Ojos verdes,
Verdes como l’arbahaca,
Verdes como er trigo verde,
Y el verde, verde limón.

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Esta es la traducción al inglés que hice para la versión inglesa de este artículo:

Ojos Verdes (Green Eyes) (Valverde, León y Quiroga)
By Concha Piquer

Leaning on the door of the brothel,
I watched the night of May light up.
The men passed by
And I smiled,
Until at my door you stopped the horse.
“Serrana, give me the candle”
And I told you: “Man,
Oh come take it from my lips
And I will give you fire.”
You left the horse
And I gave you light
And they were two green May stars your eyes for me.

Green eyes,
Green as the basil.
Green like green wheat
And green, lemon green.

Green eyes green
With knife glitter
That are stuck in my heart
There is no sunshine anymore for me,
Neither stars, or moon,
There are only those eyes that are my whole life.

Green eyes,
Green as the basil.
Green like green wheat
And green, lemon green.

We saw from the room wake up the day,
And to sound the dawn from the watchtower.
You left my arm when the sunrise came
And in my mouth a taste of mint and cinnamon.
“Serrana, for a dress I want to give you.”
I told you, “You’re done,
You don’t have to give me anything.”
You climbed the horse
You left me
And not another night
More beautiful of May I’ve ever lived again.

Si alguien puede ayudarme a mejorarla para que las metáforas y las frases más evocativas sean inteligibles en la lengua de la Rubia Albión, lo agradecería enormemente.

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Otra canción muy popular de Concha Piquer era “Tatuaje“. La letra habla de un marinero que vino en un barco de nombre extranjero con un corazón tatuado en el pecho; Cómo ella le pidió un beso y se enamoró de él. Desde entonces iba buscándolo en cada puerto preguntándole a todo el mundo por su amado. Historias románticas que ella siempre cantaba con su conmovedora voz.

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Pero mi querida madre no era la única de la familia que amaba a Concha Piquer. Otra de sus hermanas, tía Margot, era también una incondicional admiradora de la asombrosa cupletista. Tía Margot murió a los 99 años, unos pocos días antes de llegar a los 100. Desafortunadamente, en sus últimos años, padeció la enfermedad de Alzheimer. No podía recordar el último minuto o lo que había sucedido unos minutos antes, pero aún así su mente seguía trabajando con precisión en el momento presente, permaneciendo siempre ingeniosa y sorprendentemente audaz. Con frecuencia consciente de su olvido, solía sentirse desorientada y llena de ansiedad. Sin embargo, solo tenías que empezar a cantar una canción de Conchita Piquer y ella inmediatamente recordaría la letra y la cantaría contigo. Eso le haría feliz, permitiéndole olvidarse de sus problemas. Al igual que a mi madre, le encantaba “Ojos Verdes”. Muchas veces incluso empezaba a cantar otra de sus favoritas, “No te Mires En El Río”, y se sentía en la gloria. Compramos unos cuantos CDs de la cautivadora artista a la que tanto amaba, y escucharlos era la felicidad para ella siempre desde entonces.

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Como ejemplo de la agudeza mental que mi tía conservaba, incluso durante la última etapa de su enfermedad, contaré aquí una anécdota que ya he contado muchas otras veces: Una vez que fui a visitarla, sintiéndose un tanto confundida, me preguntó: “¿Tú quién eres?” Yo entonces repliqué, “¿No sabes quién soy?” Ella se quedó pensativa un instante e inmediatamente respondió, “Uno de nosotros”. Era realmente una dama extraordinaria, incluso amaba a los Beatles. Pero nadie es perfecto; Nunca le gustó Bob Dylan.

El Coleccionista Hipnótico

Ojos Verdes (Green Eyes)

My mother would have been 99 last November 26th. I would have liked to have this ready for that particular date, but as I said in my last post, “Sisters of Mercy,” there were issues and I wasn’t in the right mood to do anything but let myself go. Anyway, I want to do it now, as it may not be her Birthday today, but it is mine and I bet she would feel honored that I’m going to celebrate my Birthday with this heartfelt homage to her. She was a huge fan of Conchita Piquer, as she used to refer to the great cupletist (people used to call the artist by the diminutive of her first name.) My mom used to tell us that my father and herself attended a show of hers in a big theatre in Madrid and both of them were impressed by her charisma on stage. Obviously, her performance made a huge impact on them, especially in my mother’s mood. With much enthusiasm she used to tell us the striking success Concha Piquer had in her international debut at L’Olympia in Paris, when she premiered the song “El Relicario.” She always recalled the excited audience standing up to applaud in a thunderous ovation.

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This last song I mentioned was later recorded by Sara Montiel for a sequence of her movie “El Ultimo Cuplé (The Last Cuplet).” A different studio version was released by Columbia Records in her LP printed as “Sarita Montiel canta las canciones de la película El Ultimo Cuplé (Sarita Montiel sings the songs of the film The Last Cuplet)” which was supposed to be the soundtrack of the mentioned movie, though they were different studio recordings. It was released in Europe by London Records as seen in the pictures below.

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This is the version released in the Columbia LP: “El Relicario” (actually by Sarita Montiel, though it is described in youTube as performed by Concha Piquer.) Being such a huge admirer of Conchita Piquer, my mom she used to recall many of her songs and even crooned them at times. However, you might not believe it, but she didn’t own any record of hers. So, one day, when I was already adult, I had to go and buy one for her.

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“No Te Mires En El Rio (Don’t Look at Yourself on the River)” was one of my favorites on the album I bought. My mother she loved everyone of her songs. Her favorite one of hers was this one I’m sharing here, “Ojos Verdes (Green Eyes)”:

 

Ojos Verdes (Valverde, León y Quiroga)
Concha Piquer

Apoyá en el quicio de la mancebía,
miraba encenderse la noche de mayo
pasaban los hombres y yo sonreía,
hasta que en mi puerta paraste el caballo.
“¡Serrana! ¿me das candela?”
y yo te dije: “Gaché,
ven y tómala en mis labios
y yo fuego te daré.”
Dejaste el caballo y lumbre te di
y fueron dos verdes luceros de mayo
tus ojos pa mí.

Ojos verdes,
Verdes como l’arbahaca,
verdes como er trigo verde,
y el verde, verde limón.
Ojos verde, verdes
con brillo de faca
que s’han clavaíto en mi corazón.
Pa mi ya no hay soles, luceros ni luna,
no hay más que unos ojos que mi vía son.
Ojos verdes,
verdes como l’arbahaca,
verdes como er trigo verde,
y el verde, verde limón.

Vimos desde el cuarto despertar er día,
y sonar el alba en la torre la vela
dejaste mi brazo cuando amanecía,
y en mi boca un gusto de menta y canela.
“¡Serrana! para un vestío
yo te quiero regalá”
y yo te dije: “¡estas cumplío!
No me tienes que dar ná.”
Subiste al caballo, te fuiste de mi
y nunca otra noche más bella de mayo
he güerto a vivír.

Ojos verdes,
verdes como l’arbahaca,
verdes como er trigo verde,
y el verde, verde limón.
Ojos verdes, verdes, con brillo de faca
que s’han clavaíto en mi corazón
Pa mi ya no hay soles, luceros ni luna,
no hay más que unos ojos que mi vía son.
Ojos verdes,
verdes como l’arbahaca,
verdes como er trigo verde,
y el verde, verde limón.

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English Translation:

Ojos Verdes (Green Eyes) (Valverde, León y Quiroga)
By Concha Piquer

Leaning on the door of the brothel,
I watched the night of May light up.
The men passed by
And I smiled,
Until at my door you stopped the horse.
“Serrana, give me the candle”
And I told you: “Man,
Oh come take it from my lips
And I will give you fire.”
You left the horse
And I gave you light
And they were two green May stars your eyes for me.

Green eyes,
Green as the basil.
Green like green wheat
And green, lemon green.

Green eyes green
With knife glitter
That are stuck in my heart
There is no sunshine anymore for me,
Neither stars, or moon,
There are only those eyes that are my whole life.

Green eyes,
Green as the basil.
Green like green wheat
And green, lemon green.

We saw from the room wake up the day,
And to sound the dawn from the watchtower.
You left my arm when the sunrise came
And in my mouth a taste of mint and cinnamon.
“Serrana, for a dress I want to give you.”
I told you, “You’re done,
You don’t have to give me anything.”
You climbed the horse
You left me
And not another night
More beautiful of May I’ve ever lived again.

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Another popular song by Concha Piquer was “Tatuaje (Tattoo).” The lyrics talking about a sailor who came in a ship of stranger name wearing a heart tattooed in his chest; how she demanded a kiss from him and fell in love with him. Since then she went looking for him in every port asking everyone for the one she loved. Pretty romantic stories she always sang with her poignant voice.

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But my beloved mother wasn’t the only one in the family to love Concha Piquer.  Another one of her sisters, Aunt Margot, was also an inconditional fan of the astounding cupletist. Aunt Margot died at 99, just a few days before reaching 100. Unfortunatelly, in her last few years she suffered from Alzheimer’s disease. She could not remember the last minute or what was happening a couple of minutes before, but still her mind kept working accurately in her present moment, being always wit and amazingly bold. Being frequently conscious of her forgetfulness she used to feel anxious and disoriented. However, you just had to start singing a song by Conchita Piquer and she would immediately remember the lyrics and sing along with you. That would make her happy, allowing her to forget about her troubles. Just like my mother, she loved “Ojos Verdes (Green Eyes).” Many times she could even start singing another favorite of hers, “No Te Mires En El Rio (Don’t Look at Yourself on the River),” making her feel so good. We bought a few Cd’s of the inspiring artist she loved so much, and listening to them was ever happiness for her since then.

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As an example of the sharpness my aunt still kept, even through her latest disease, I will tell here an anecdote I have told many times: Once I came to visit her and, as she was feeling a bit confused, she asked me, “Who are you?” Then I asked back, “Don’t you know who I am?” She thought about for a second and immediately replied, “One of us.” She really was a cool lady, she even loved the Beatles. But nobody is perfect; She would not like Bob Dylan.

Sisters of Mercy

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Leonard Cohen passed away just a month ago. Those were sad news added to many other sad news we have had along the year and to the destabilizing results of the last USA elections. I wanted to honor him with a brief post right away after his death, but as Lennon wrote, “Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans,” and for several unnamed reasons I was caught in a dumb mood, unable to do anything but wandering all around from one place to another. But it’s time now to tell something about and I don’t want to miss the chance, so here they come a few words in memory of the great singer/songwriter, meaningful visionary of the last century. I believe Leonard Cohen was the sweetest deeper songwriter of the popular music. Bob Dylan might have been the greatest storyteller of Rock’n’Roll, maybe even the most striking of the lyricists, but the greatest poet beside him, only one who could have shadowed Dylan once in a while, will always be Leonard.

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From “Songs of Leonard Cohen” album I choose “Sisters of Mercy” as one of the most representative songs of what I consider the magic and mystery behind Cohen’s lyrics, spreaded through his voice and intoxicating music. It was used as part of the soundtrack in the 1971 Robert Altman film “McCabe & Mrs. Miller.” This is a live version of the song:

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Oh the sisters of mercy, they are not departed or gone.
They were waiting for me when I thought that I just can’t go on.
And they brought me their comfort and later they brought me this song.
Oh yes I hope you run into them, you who’ve been travelling so long.

Yeah you who must leave everything that you cannot control.
It begins with your family, but soon it comes around to your soul.
Well I’ve been where you’re hanging, and I think I can see how you’re pinned:
When you’re not feeling holy, your loneliness tells that you’ve sinned.

Well they lay down beside me, I made my confession to them.
They touched both my eyes and I touched the dew on their hem.
If your life is a leaf that the seasons tear off and condemn
Oh they will bind you with love that is graceful and green as a stem.

When I left they were sleeping, I hope you run into them pretty soon.
Don’t turn on the lights, you can read their address by the moon.
And you won’t make me jealous if I hear that they sweetened your night:
Ahh we weren’t lovers like that and besides it would still be all right.

Published by
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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Leonard Cohen himself has told many times the story about the two girls who inspired him this song. Rolling Stone magazine website published this article: “Watch Leonard Cohen Read Surreal Poem in Animated Interview” including the video in which the singer-songwriter reads his surreal poem “Two Went to Sleep” and tells the bizarre origins of the folk classic “Sisters of Mercy.”

Here is a link to the story Roz Warren wrote many years later, oddly talking about a similar encounter to the one described in the song she and her friend had with the artist in 1975: My Night With Leonard Cohen.”

Another Cohen’s song I wanted to mention is “Leonard Cohen’s Elegy For Janis Joplin – Chelsea Hotel #1” since it contributed to the legend of the famous Chelsea Hotel in New York. The song, later to become “Chelsea Hotel #2,” was dedicated to Janis Joplin. It was written at the hotel after the affair they had when they met each other in the elevator, according to Leonard Cohen. Later at some point he declared that he ever regretted to have exposed the name of her related to that song.

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Many artists, musicians and writers visiting the hotel made of it a cultural and artistic center of the bohemian world in New York. Regarding the Chelsea Hotel, also Bob Dylan wrote some revealing lines on “Sara,” the last song of his “Desire” album. This is what the lyrics said:

I can still hear the sounds of those Methodist bells
I’d taken the cure and had just gotten through
Stayin’ up for days in the Chelsea Hotel
Writin’ “Sad-Eyed Lady of the Lowlands” for you.

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Smoking A Cigarette in 1980

To finish up this remembrance of the incredible Leonard Cohen, I didn’t want to leave out this unforgettable speech he gave at the Principe De Asturias Awards ceremony (Prince of Asturias Awards,) so here it comes for all of you to watch and listen to:

Mystery Blogger Award

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Nov 20

“Mystery Blogger Award” is an award for amazing bloggers with ingenious posts.  Their blog not only captivates; it inspires and motivates.  They are one of the best out there and they deserve every recognition they get.  This award is also for bloggers who find fun and inspiration in blogging and they do it with so much love and passion. – Okoto Enigma 

The award was created by Okoto Enigma. Here is the link: https://okotoenigma.wordpress.com/my-greatest-creation-yet/

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I was nominated for this award by my sweet and beloved friend, soulsearchingjourney: https://soulsearchingjourneyblog.wordpress.com/2016/11/16/mystery-blog-award/

Thank you so very much.

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Rules For The Nominees:

  • Display the award logo on your blog. √
  • List the Rules. √
  • Thank the blogger who nominated you and provide a link to their blog. √
  • Mention the creator of the award and provide a link as well. √
  • Tell your readers three things about yourself. √
  • Answer five questions from the nominee. √
  • Nominate anywhere from ten to twenty bloggers. √
  • Notify the bloggers by leaving a comment on their blog. √
  • Ask your nominees any five questions of your choice, including one weird or funny question. √
  • Share the link to your best post. √

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3 Things about myself.

1: I am forgetful and distractful

2: I like trains

3: I love dogs

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Here are the questions I was asked by Soulsearchingjourney

  1.  If you could be any species other than a human what would you be and why?
  2.  One thing you would love do but have never done?
  3.  Would you try chocolate covered crickets?
  4. What makes you feel good?
  5.  What is one thing you love about your heart or your mind?

My answers are:

1: I’d like to be a horse because they are the most beautiful and noble creatures beside women

2: To paint a masterpiece

3: No, I don’t think I would, haha… though I love the sound of crickets in the summer nights.

4: To be loved and feel my loved one’s love.

5: I love to have a noble heart and quite analytical mind.

Now my best post, I have yet to write it, just like my dear  Soulsearchingjourney who nominated me, but still I’ll share a link to the one I like the most:

https://elcoleccionistahipnotico.com/2016/10/15/i-like-the-way-this-is-going/

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My questions for those I nominate are:

  1.  Which one is the best live show you have ever seen?
  2.  Would you walk the streets and enter a church disguised as a bishop if it was necessary in order to investigate a crime?
  3.  What is the most  funny event you have ever experienced?
  4. If you had to choose one between your favorite movies, which one it would be?
  5.  What is the one thing you consider your main virtue?

My nominations are:

https://utkarsh7668.wordpress.com/

https://thelithiumchronicles.org/

https://mypoeticjourneysite.wordpress.com/

https://nita0216blog.wordpress.com/

https://swetaojha.wordpress.com/

https://rulesofknowledge.com/

https://weasleyisthename.wordpress.com/

https://micksneonfog.wordpress.com/

https://renaissanceinyou.wordpress.com/

https://poetrummager.wordpress.com/

If you don’t want to admit the award think of it as my way of saying I admir you and your blog. Thank you so very much for always being so kind to me.

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The Hypnotist Collector

NO COMPLETE UNKNOWN – THE ODYSSEY OF BOB DYLAN’S LITERATURE NOBEL

This is a magnificently argued text in defense of the Nobel Prize for Literature to Bob Dylan. Do not dare to miss it 😆

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NO COMPLETE UNKNOWN – THE ODYSSEY OF BOB DYLAN’S LITERATURE NOBEL

‘But it’s all been done before / It’s been written in the book’

Bob Dylan, ‘Too Much of Nothing’ (1967)

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I was apprised of Bob Dylan’s 2016 Nobel Prize for Literature at the very first moment, as I had my non-exploding Samsung S7 attuned to Google and the official site of the awarding body, the Swedish Academy: it was Thursday, 13 October 2016, the announcement of the Literature Nobel was due at GMT noon on the dot – my phone was tuned to events in Stockholm, and … there was fortunately no literal explosion, but cataclysmic was my astonishment when the screen flashed up the name: ‘Bob Dylan’!

This award has generated an enormous planetary controversy, and before embarking on any assessment it is worth pausing to recall the basic facts. The Nobel Prize for Literature is awarded…

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Bad Day

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Last wednesday was a bad day for me. I like Wednesdays, but it was not a good one, unluckily. Had nothing to do with being Wednesday, though. It was a bad day in itself, one of those starting with foolish actions leading to a huge misunderstanding which ends up causing sorrow.

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Bad Wednesday (Wednesday Addams)

Anyway, it’s already Friday and I know it’s going to be all right, if only cause the week is almost gone and, most of all, because, as The Cure song said, “It’s Friday I’m In Love.” Looking forward to the rest of the weekend, but in the meantime I’m going to share now this song called “Bad Day” to exorcise last Wednesday’s misfortune.

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And it’s true, nothing screws up your Friday more than realizing it’s only Wednesday :lol:, but you know, everything passes, everything changes, and now it’s truly Friday at last. Of course, anyone can have a bad Wednesday, but missing the one you love might be worse than just a bad day. It is not however Wednesday that I wanted to talk about, but just the R.E.M. song below:

Bad Day (R.E.M.)

A public service announcement
followed me home the other day
I paid it nevermind
Go away
Shit’s so thick
You could stir it with a stick
Free Teflon
Whitewashed presidency
We’re sick of being jerked around
Wear that on your sleeve

Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord
Count your blessings
We’re sick of being jerked around
We all fall down
Have you ever seen the televised
St Vitus subcommittee prize
Investigation dance?
Those ants-in-pants glances
Well, look behind the eyes
It’s a hallowed, hollow anesthesized
“Save my own ass, screw these guys”
Smoke and mirror lock down

Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord
Count your blessings
The papers wouldn’t lie!
I sigh Not one more
It’s been a bad day
Please dont take a picture
It’s been a bad day
Please

We’re dug in the deep the price is steep
The auctioneer is such a creep
The lights went out, the oil ran dry
We blamed it on the other guy
Sure, all men are created equal
Here’s the church, here’s the steeple
Please stay tuned
We cut to sequel
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down

Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord
Count your blessings
Ignore the lower fears
Ugh, this means war
It’s been a bad day
Please dont take a picture
It’s been a bad day
Please

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Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord
Count your blessings
We’re sick of being jerked around
We all fall down
It’s been a bad day
Please dont take a picture
It’s been a bad day
Please

Songwriters
Roth, Asher Paul / Kleinman, Oren Yoel / Appleton, David Anthony

Published by
Copyright © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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R.E.M. performs in Madrid, Spain on October 1, 2008 – photo: Alvarez

A great song that reminds a lot the same sheer devastation of another REM’s tune, “It’s The End Of The World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine)” which seems to have been inspired by the primitive draft of this one.

The song criticizes the shameless corruption seen all over our current world in the same breakneck pace of overwhelming news coming from our TV sets. Extreme differences between rich and poor, people being jerked around, greedy politicians and disgusting power abuse are reflected in the same unassimilable way TV news come to us.

Anyway, didn’t like to end this post in such a discouraging way, so I am sharing also this much more optimistic vision by the same band, with blessings to you all, Shiny Happy People of the WP community (the video I included here was blocked due to copyright issues, so I have changed it now for “The One I Love,” another beautiful uplifting song by R.E.M.) Happy Weekend.

R.E.M. line up is: Bill Berry, Peter Buck, Mike Mills and Michael Stipe. I will mention as a curious fact that Bill Berry, one of its members, was born in Duluth, Minnesota, just like the recent Nobel Prize, Bob Dylan.

The Hypnotist Collector

 

A Kiss To Build A Dream On

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I have always loved Louis Armstrong singing voice, ever since I was a child. Maybe I was listening to him on the radio, or may well be my elder brothers had some record of his, but all I know is that I was used to that deep voice so beautifully hoarse. Later on I recall we treasured a 7 inches 45 rpm single of “What A Wonderful World” by himself that we used to listen to on our ‘pick up’ (as we called our turntable) several times a day once in a while.

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Nonetheless, maybe because I am just a dreamer, the song of his that made the hugest impact on me was no one else but “A Kiss To Build A Dream On,” which I am sharing here today:

A Kiss To Build A Dream On

Give me a kiss to build a dream on
And my imagination will thrive upon that kiss
Sweetheart, I ask no more than this
A kiss to build a dream on

Give me a kiss before you leave me
And my imagination will feed my hungry heart
Leave me one thing before we part
A kiss to build a dream on

And when I’m alone with my fantasies, I’ll be with you
Weaving romances, making believe they’re true

Oh, give me your lips for just a moment
And my imagination will make that moment live
Give me what you alone can give
A kiss to build a dream on

When I’m alone with my fantasies, I’ll be with you
Weaving romances, making believe they’re true

Oh, give me lips for just a moment
And my imagination will make that moment live
Oh, give me what you alone can give
A kiss to build a dream on

Songwriters: RUBY, HARRY / HAMMERSTEIN II, OSCAR / KALMAR, BERT
A Kiss To Build A Dream On lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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I can’t help but being a dreamer, that’s true. One of my favortite quotes ever is that Bob Dylan line, “I’ll let you be in my dreams if you let me be in yours.” So why I love this lyrics and the emotional way Louis Armstrong sings them in this live version. What strikes me the most about is that he’s asking her to do it, not in order to make amends and build a much stronger relationship, but kiss him a goodbye. So that means he will dream about her in his own imaginary world where he may feel protected and safe from reality. It says he would rather live alone with his fantasies, weaving romances, making him believe they are true.

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Interesting, because, back to a Dylan reference, he chose to live inside the Gates of Eden without her, instead of outside with her. I know, it sounds cowardly, just like a cop out, but I believe it helps once in a while. Sometimes we need to live our dreams all alone, escaping a real life that hurts. It’s a much complex affair, since we can not live with our feet off the ground for so long. We need to land and go on with our daily struggle. But let’s be ourselves a little bit romantic and allow us to dream of a paradise where our most beautiful fantasies come true. We can do that, at least while the song is still sounding. Close your eyes. Just one moment to think of her (or him, if you rather like a man) and imagine her (his) lips so close to yours. Then go on and ask her (him) to kiss you tender, A Kiss to Build a Dream On.

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