Saturday, July 17, 2010

How Can We Know That The Ringworm Is Healing?

hate the song of the summer.

If I put in the singular because the end is always the same song.

is because I'm a barby girl I want to dance ... all night ... the boooooooomba like gorillas, hanging in your hands, and replay, that if the barbecue or the beach bar was missed.

And every year beset us in radio, bars, nightclubs pub's with the same songs with a little luck, just listening to less than 4 times each night you go to party or drink with friends.

To make matters worse, during the day, repeated on the radio too, if you forget the long, deep and complex lyrics that have and can not sing at night in the local shift.

If I speak of those songs that when you think you hear a year after "Really I have this dance?" And yes my friends, alcohol plays havoc those hot summer nights, when you put one of these "great songs" and what you enjoy and sing and dance Asereje ...

But this visceral hatred has a home. It was the perfect start of the century with the pump. It was a hellish summer, that we all had to deal with a sensual movement ...

Unable to live outside the media blitz, I decided to stop listening to the radio formulas, to find alternatives. And that form a particular musical taste, my taste in music, and no musical taste who want to have.

Anyway, is not an isolated case this music. guess it's easier to try that we all like the same thing to worry about knowing that everyone likes, and try to create a product.

Because in the end that make the multinationals in the music industry, creating a product that they put us up in the soup for whether we like it or whether, regardless of quality.

When the music stopped being a device to return to be art?

Pd: Waka Waka


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