Monday, December 17, 2007

La mojigatería, la pazguatera y en general, la comemierdería.

De verdad que a veces tengo que escribir en español porque en ingles no hay palabras para describir o definir la cantidad de comemierdas con la que se topa uno a diario.

Hay cada tipo por estas “tierras de libertad” que se las traen, y uno de ellos me ha escrito un para de estupideces acerca de por qué a el no le gusta la música de Porno Para Ricardo, ni a que mi me importara. Juan Ramón, me tiene sin cuidado. Pero claro, este tipo ni se llama Juan Ramón, ni un carajo, ni sabe quien es, ni tiene la major experiencia de lo que es Cuba, en otras palabras, es un cabroncito bitongo de café con leche en el portal.

El personaje en cuestión se siente escandalizado por las letras tan «sucias y vulgares» de Porno Para Ricardo…. Ay, ay, ay, uno no puede ser así, tan tosco…. Uno tiene que ser formal y delicado, porque la disidencia tiene que ser limpia y reluciente! Trozo de comemierda, si están viviendo bajo un sistema de terror y subsistencia! Si respirar en Cuba es ilegal, pedazo de inútil, cabrón de mierda, coño! Es decir, te pasan por encima y no puedes decirle comepinga al comandante, no tienes ni donde caerte muerto, te acuestas con hambre a diario y no puedes ni hablar de sexo, porque un comemierda con un peladito de corte cuadrado le da un ataquito de pudor.

Ahora sí, me ha escrito el muy estúpido –lo voy a llamar Juan Ramón Estupiñán, no es su nombre real- y modoso pichón de chample, que ay, ay, ay, el logo… el logo es muy agresivo, eso es una pinga!!! Una pinga!!! Una pinga!!! Bueno, ¿y qué? Ay no, ay no, que si pienso en esas cosas cuando voy a la iglesia es malo, muy malo! (también me ha salido calambuco y guayabito de sacristía este muchacho… quien sabe que mas me sale, no me lo quiero ni imaginar.

Juan Ramonchirri piensa que esta «vulgaridad, grosería y suciedad» habla muy mal de nosotros, los exiliados, pero ay, Juan Ramonchirri descubrió que yo no soy del exilio histórico en el mismo momento que le dije que el era del exilio histérico, pazguato mojigato, calambuco y sobre todo, falso. Que carajo me importa la opinión que se haga nadie, cuando en Cuba hay 12 millones de cubanos comiéndose un cable, jodidos hasta la tabla, con el pecho pegado al espinazo, y con los cojones mayúsculos de decirle comepinga al comandante cuando el exilio esta lleno de tipos como Juan Ramonchirri que también me quiere censurar, y no solo a mí, sino tambien a los que tienen los cojones cuadrados y de bronce y que se estan enfrentando a la dictadura día por día, mientras él se sienta a tomar su cafecito y a aplaudir a un politico que no dira «malas palabras» pero que permite que otros cubanos sean cazados en alta mar en un modo que PETA no considera apropiado para matar a los cabrones atunes del Japón.

Por suerte, mi queridisimo J.R. con tu camisita rosada y colonia del strip mall, y tu peladito de corte cuadrado con talquito en el pezcuezo, ni Porno Para Ricardo, ni Gorki, ni nadie, entiendelo bien, nadie en la isla de Cuba necesita de un comemierda como tu que le diga lo que tiene que hacer o que le de su aprobación. By the way, imbécil, tu hubieras sido un gran militante de la juventud (comunista) y un gran pendejo chivatón, como conocí a tantos. Comemierda.

La carga de los 500.

Un amigo, que siempre me manda cosas mostruosas que aparecen en el internet, se ha superado a si mismo enviándome -aunque con un comentario sardónico- la carta de los llamados 500 intelectuales «americanos» (hay de todo en el saco, pero el papel periódico oficial casi que ignora al resto y llama a todos americanos) que está dirigida a George W. Bush. Analfabetos funcionales como Sean Penn y Carlos Santana: ¿intelectuales? Por favor, no me jodan la existencia… ¿que tal si le escribieran a Fidel H. Castro para ver si deja de joder de una buena vez, a cultos y a incultos por igual?

Santana parece desconocer que su música estuvo prohibida en Cuba y que lo agarraran a uno con uno de sus discos equivalía a recibir una retreta de patadas por el culo y una buena rapada de cabeza. Vaya censura, si es que era. Te censuraban la vida. Lo mismo que hoy con Porno Para Ricardo, por ejemplo. Censura es una descripción edulcorada, verdaderamente.

Los otros cabrones, pertenecen a la plantilla «educacional» de universidades donde la condición de ingreso no es ser revolucionario, pero donde te agreden desde el primer día con inyecciones cerebrales sobre el puto Che «yo valgo más vivo que muerto» Guevara, alias Che Huevera. O son escritores de panfletos pseudo-artistícos y politicos que no hay quien se dispare o actores del cine bazofia que llega de Holywood. Porque no me diran que esos actorzuelos son ningunos intelectuales, solo porque recitan guiones para peliculas mediocres y porque usan espejuelos con diseño interesante….

La maldita carta -que es mas bien una carga, y muy pesada- no es nada que les recomiende leer, por lo denso de los personajes firmantes, que son miembros de esa legión de tontos -e hijos de puta- útiles que simplemente no quieren aceptar que la dictadura es la única entidad que bloquea al pueblo cubano. Por ejemplo, la otra noche cuando Porno Para Ricardo rompió el bloque interior al cual los agentes del régimen los tienen sometidos, ese concierto fué un acto de rebelión en contra del único embargo o bloqueo que sufre Cuba, el impuesto por Fidel H. Castro (supongo que la H venga de “Hijo de puta”) y Raul M. Castro (la M debe ser de “Maricón”).

Oh, no… otro amigo me aclara que H viene de Hipólito, como su padrino el consul de Haiti en Santiago de Cuba, claro con los años el muy racista se puso Alejandro como Alejandro Magno. M viene de Modesto. Menos mal que no le pusieron Fulgencio Ruben Raúl, porque Batista era su padrino. Vaya nombres inapropiados. Hipólito quiere decir -en griego- «el que suelta los caballos». Y el Caballo no suelta nada. Y para que hablar de Modesto. De modesto ese émulo de Calígula no tiene un pelo.

Y volviendo a la carga de los quinientos comemierdas que apoyan a Hipólito y a Modesto -esos nombres de guajiro me parecen mejores para ellos- miren esta joya de parrafo directo de esa gandofia de papel periódico en los días malos y papel paráculo en los dias buenos que es el Granma:

«…A ustedes no les impidan venir a nuestra isla a compartir sus conocimientos y valores; para que una canción, un libro, un estudio científico o una obra coreográfica no sean considerados, de manera irracional, como un delito…»

Entonces…. ¿querrá ésto decir que las canciones de Porno Para Ricarno no serán censuradas en nuestra isla, que los miembros de la banda dejarán de ser acosados y perseguidos, que les dejarán en paz de una vez y por todas? ¿O será que como son los firmantes de la famosa carta extranjeros y por demás americanos estos tipos van a gozar de un estatuto especial en Cuba? ¿sera que les permitirá hacer de las suyas siempre que la acción contestataria vaya dirigida a Walker (ah, ese es el segundo nombrecito de George Bush) y no a Hipólito y mucho menos a Modesto?

Mejor no seamos ingenuos, que esto no es mas que otro estrato más del apartheid que uno vive en Cuba. Los extranjeros que hagan y deshagan. Y que a los cubanos se las hagan y las deshagan.

Gorki y PPR tendrán que seguir dando conciertos «relámpago» en la entreplatea de un viejo cine teatro abandonado para que en la calle no se oiga la música, pero un día oirán todos el estruendo de la libertad, en plena vía pública. Porque las libertades que la dictadura confiere a otros son los delitos de ellos. Y si ser libre es delito, bueno, entonces también fuí un delicuente cuando vivía libre dentro de mi cráneo en la isla que no era mía, por decreto de Hipólito y de Modesto.

Quizás por eso tuve ese sueño en que Gorki y yo llamabamos los bueyes Comandante y General… A ver si un guajiro pudiera hacer esto en Cuba sin temor a represalias, sin miedo a verse arrancado de la tierra que es su vida. Que se vayan todos al carajo.

Y si quieren, que me vengan a buscar….

Estaré quizás en Jalisco Park, dandole vueltas provocadoramente a un carrousel vacío.

Y si quieren, que me vengan a buscar….

En mi época, una canción de Fito Paéz también me llevaba directamente a (la estación de policía de) Zapata y C.

(Charlie Bravo, diciembre de 2007, y en tránsito por cualquier lugar, hacia y desde cualquier lugar. Escrito para Porno Para Ricardo y The Black Sheep of Exile, o La Oveja Negra del Exilio, como le quieran llamar....)

Thursday, December 13, 2007

La pornografia, derecho del pueblo!

Porno Para Ricardo le da cuero a la tirania, y el Herald lo reporta....
Can I take a break? LOL
(fue el sabado, como reportamos el domingo en la mañana)

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Taking a break

I will be off the air for a good month.... Maybe I will come and write a short post or two, but mainly I am going to be off the air.... Unfortunately for those who hate us, we are not turning the plant off or writing only about rock and roll. We just went out to take a break!
We'll be back!

Sunday, December 9, 2007

Anoche, en la Habana....

Anoche, en la Habana, Porno Para Ricardo dió un concierto flash, que fué anunciado solo con un par de horas de antelación para que los aficionados pudieran llegar al lugar sin interferencia de la policía palestina y sin el conocimiento de los ya habituales chivatones de barrio.

El abandonado Cine Avenida fué el escenario del primer concierto -en un largo tiempo- de Porno Para Ricardo, y Gorki nos cuenta esta mañana como fue lo de anoche..... Ardían en deseos -solo comparable al sexo despues de una larga abstencia- de dar un concierto público, y al fin lo lograron.

La banda alquiló un camión para llevar y traer los instrumentos y se las agenciaron para dar un rápido y exitoso concierto en un cine abandonado en dl municipio Playa, la Habana. Los aficionados llegaron uno a uno y cerca de las ocho de la noche se disparó la música y a todo tren en una explosión de libertad en medio de la represión de la dictadura.

Los jovenes corearon Comandante, y se estrenó en público -finalmente- la canción "el dos" dedicada a raúl castro en terminos igualmente cariñosos.... fué un éxito total, y Gorki, ronco del esfuerzo esta mañana nos cuenta que tenían poca amplificación y que sin monitores, toda la referencia que tenían de su propia música era la reacción del público que el califica de apoteósica.

Gorki atribuyó el éxito del flashazo al gran secreto con el cual se organizó todo, y a la comunicación persona a persona en la Habana, que no dió espacio a la intervención de los cuerpos represivos para suspender o interrumpir el concierto con la saña y brutalidad por la cual son conocidos.

Emocionado, nos contó que el público reaccionó muy bien, con muy buena energía a pesar de lo reducido set de canciones que pudieron tocar y que la interacción con la banda fue algo de leyenda. En sus palabras, la banda dió todo, y el publico dió más. Tambien nos agradeció que no dieramos publicidad por este medio, y asi garantizar que sin la irrupción de las fuerzas represivas el concierto llegara al menos a un grupo de jovenes sin miedo en la Habana. Gorki nos dice que se respira un ambiente en el cual la juventud, cansada y sin miedo está por el cambio de sistema y por la derrota de la dictadura, y eso, amigos míos, es la mayor victoria y el mejor premio por el concierto!

Saturday, December 8, 2007

# 9 Dream


John Winston Lennon
October 9, 1940, Liverpool -December 8, 1980 NYC

(#9 Dream was #9 in the charts, J.W.L was born on the 9th day, and if one adds the five hour time difference with Liverpool, he died on the 9th day, too. He was fixated with the number, as in Revolution #9, and One after 909)

So long ago
Was it in a dream, was it just a dream?
I know, yes I know
Seemed so very real, it seemed so real to me

Took a walk down the street
Thru the heat whispered trees
I thought I could hear (hear, hear, hear)
Somebody call out my name as it started to rain

Two spirits dancing so strange

Dream, dream away
Magic in the air, was magic in the air?
I believe, yes I believe
More I cannot say, what more can I say?

On a river of sound
Thru the mirror go round, round
I thought I could feel (feel, feel, feel)
Music touching my soul, something warm, sudden cold
The spirit dance was unfolding


George, Stu, John, on the early days, in Hamburg.

Tuesday, December 4, 2007

Havana Graffiti

En su nueva novela Havana Graffiti El Yoyo savega libre y nos cuenta de las venturas, aventuras, y si, tambien de las desventuras, de un joven negro Cubano en Cuba, y de su proceso de maduracion, desventuras, aventuras, y venturas de este mismo hombre en su exilio europeo.

Las idas y venidas, primero en Cuba donde el protagonista tiene que derrotar sus dudas y debilidades humanas, ¿o seran sus fortalezas humanas?- donde lucha por su supervivencia, su dignidad, y su vida mientras es perseguido a cada paso por la policia palestina, acosado por chivatos, y atrapado en una vida que esta inmovilizada bajo el peso del Innombrable, Ese, Quien Tu Sabes.... esas andanzas dan paso a sus idas y venidas, si muchas venidas, en el Norte de Europa, su escape a España, y la busqueda del amor y la vida en hostil sociedad Teutonica que se debate en entre las multiples facetas de su pasado.

Yoyo nos cuenta historias de supervivencia no solo fisica, pero tambien -sobretodo- mental. Nos ofrece la cronica de la perdida de la cordura y de su recuperacion, nos ofrece la cronica de un primer viaje de regreso a Cuba. En unos cuantos plumazos maestros nos pinta la historia de como se regresa a Cuba para salir de Cuba, nos cuenta todo acerca de las realidades que se viven en la Habana cuando uno necesita documentos, papeles, y quien sabe que mas para poder dejar la isla legalmente.,

La historia contada en esta su primera novela es acerca de la amistad, los ideales, el amor, la lujuria y el destino inevitable. La lucha entre los impulsos y la razon mueve al protagonista, Carmelo Hernandez de la condicion de aventurero sensual a la de padre, de ser un Habanero prisionero de la geografia, a convertirse en un hombre cosmopolita que regresa a Cuba a redescubrir su pais ahora que es un "extranjero" y que puede viajar -y tropezar- por toda la isla.

Es un gran libro, y para aquellos que no son muy versados en la lengua española, esta es la oportunidad excelente para desempolvarla o para aprenderla de una buena vez. Para aquellos de nosotros que nacimos en Cuba y que nos fuimos en los noventa, este libro se torna un peligroso espejo en el cual podemos ver nuestras propias historias e imagenes reflejadan en los episodios que toman vida en cada pagina.

Esta es la historia de un hombre solitario descubriendo a Europa y del mismo hombre solitario descubriendose a si mismo, descubriendo su pasado y su cultura, sus nuevos muelles de anclaje, y sobretodo, descubriendo a Cuba, aunque desde la dicotimia de ser al mismo tiempo un nativo y un visitante extranjero.

Este libro nos ayudara a comprendernos, y tambien ayudara a los europeos a enterder a Cuba y vice versa. Cuba, sin embargo, no sera entendida -¿jamas?- por los cubanos.

Y ahora, vayan y visiten al Yoyo en su blog y compren su libro!

Friday, November 30, 2007

Respuestas....

He recibido una copiosa lluvia de e-mails en español, ingles, y spanglish, condenando a Porno Para Ricardo de un modo que solo he visto en Cuba, con aquello del diversionismo idelogico y los discursos represivos de la Asociacion (antes Brigada) Herman(astr)os Saiz, y las amenazas y demas vociferaciones de Raul Castro y los ogros de la censura y testaferros del Partido.
¿Qué tienen en común los que me escriben y los que reprimen a Porno Para Ricardo en Cuba?
Las guayaberas. Y la idea de que ellos y solo ellos representan el discutible concepto de lo cubano, la cubanía, y Cuba.

De esta andanada solo se salva un tal señor de cierta edad que me ha preguntado por qué Porno Para Ricardo no hace música bailable estilo cubano.... sea lo que sea la famosa música bailable estilo cubano. Me imagino que usted tendrá que desempolvar sus discos de Gloria Estefan y otros similares, si eso es lo que desea oir. Porno Para Ricardo lucha contra una dictadura con las armas que tienen en la mano, sus instrumentos musicales, sus pingas y sus cojones. No están para bailes y romanticismos los muchachos.

Para el resto de los que se han molestado en escribirme, bueno.... Porno Para Ricardo son sucios, anarquistas, e indecentes porque estan simplemente reflejando la oposición a una sociedad y a un sistema que ha destruido la nación, la cultura, y la decencia. Y como se imaginarán a una dictadura no se derriba con paños tibias o sonsas musicalizaciones de poemas de amor mierderos y cursis.

A los que miran -o pretenden mirar- hacia aboajo cuando hablan de Porno Para Ricardo, les dire solo una cosa, miran hacia abajo porque no tienen la hombría de esos cuatro muchachos que pagan muy caro día a día por su valor. Una nota bene en este punto: ustedes hablan por si mismos, pero no por los cubanos de la isla. Los cubanos de la isla hablan por si mismos, y se oponen a la dictadura con una valentía que consiste en algo mas que tomar una taza de cafe y de arreglar en mundo en una esquina.

A la persona que cree que Porno Para Ricardo debe sufrir un lavado de boca colectivo, usted, señor, estoy seguro que nunca se a atrevido a llamar a un comunista singao chivaton y menos aun, ha llamado comepinga al comandante y maricon a raul mientras estan al alcance de sus manos.

Verguenza les debia dar, y si el dia que los Castros desaparezcan ustedes pretenden imponer silencio y censura a los artistas, esten entonces preparados, porque Porno Para Ricardo y tipos como KillCastro y Charlie Bravo estaran tan en contra de ustedes como estamos en contra de Castro.

Lea la version en ingles aqui.
No hay version en spanglish, afortunadamente.

Monday, November 26, 2007

comunista chivaton!

Oh well.... Alpidio Alonso, the guy for whom this Porno Para Ricardo song was written, has been tapped by no other than Raul Castro (for whom the band wrote another song very recently) to leave his job as "policia de la cultura" and become a the director of the latest addition to the commie propaganda machine in Cuba...

Alonso would have been hand picked by Raul Castro to be the head editorial honcho of his personal newspaper, which is scheduled to see the light on January. There are rumors that it would be a daily belching of "news" while some of our sources have heard about a "weekly" supply of alternative toilet paper.

In any case, this is a hell of a gig for that rat, and our friends from Porno Para Ricardo will experience more repression (still, if that's possible) as a result. We would like to say that we hold both Alpidio Alonso and Raul Castro responsible for anything that might happen to the members of the band or their families.

So far, no title for the newspaper has transpired yet, but for those of you who do not know who Alpidio Alonso is, I leave you this biographical attempt of a song for you to know more about the guy:

Comunista Chivatón

El singao chivatón Alpidio Alonso
no quiere que los Porno toquen mas
Alpidio Alonso dice que no que no
que el no está en na'
y cuando le dicen
que quieren invitarnos a tocar
Alpidio Alonso
no deja que vayamos a quemar

Alpidio Alonso
no es mas que un comunista chivatón
que se hizo una casa
con el dinero de la asociación
y escribe unos versos
que nadie quiere oirlos porque son
muy malos muy malos
le va mejor el rol de chivatón, chivatón

(estribillo)
Es Alpidio el comunista chivatón
Es Alpidio el comunista chivatón
El singao comunista chivatón
si algun dia fue poeta yo ese dia fui escultor
Es Alpidio el comunista chivatón
Es Alpidio el comunista chivatón
El singao comunista chivatón
porque el tipo es comunista y ademas un chivatón

Alpidio Alonso
el jefe al mando de la asociación
el quiere botarnos
y eso es lo mejor que se le ocurrió
no nos hace falta
estar en tu mierdera institución
adios imbecil
que sepas que esta banda es la mejor

Saturday, November 24, 2007

Dream

I have some weird dreams.... I mean, I dream every night, as I recall, and I know that y'all shrinks reading this are gonna have a field day with me. I daydream, too, but that's another story.

After exchanging Thanksgiving stories with my partner in crime in the U.S of A., KillCastro, and phone calls with my partner in crime in Cuba, Gorki, I had to have some dreams. To cap it off, I watched the "liberation of Turkey" on TV. No, the G.I.s didn't kick the Turkish government to kingdom come, if you were thinking of that. I was referring to W pardoning the life of two huge white turkeys (not of two huge white Turks) and sending them to live in a secluded location. Maybe with Dick Cheney as their guardian, but I doubt it. Why? Too many turkeys in a corral, I guess.

No, seriously, because W. named the birds May and Flower (Mayflower, you devoid of imagination people) and Mr. Dick wanted to call them Lunch and Dinner -W's joke, I am telling you, the guy's not good as Prez of the USA, but he'd be phat as late night show comic-man. Hey, W.... I heard that Conan O'Brien is taking Jay Leno's spot, this is your chance dude!

So, I went to sleep.
As peacefully as one guy who writes KillCastro and the Black Sheep of Exile can sleep. How peacefully is that?
Well, that's your guess!

I dreamt that I was on the phone with KillCastro and that he was coming down to my ranch (me, in a ranch, that's gotta be a very wild dream) with his wife and his cousin the doctor -is he a damn shrink? Because now I need one.

The ranch was in a state I love, Texas. The place looked like a finca in Cuber (as they refer to the place I was born in the Big T X) and of course it was full of chickens, turkeys, oxen, you name it. I had a few buildings in the Charlie Bravo compound, which was kind of built a la Ted Nugent. In one of those ancillary buildings I had a rehearsal space for a rock band. I was really excited about the visit of KillCastro -was he damn coming on those black helicopters for good?- so the guy could sit at a huge drum throne and thunder life away from it. I mean, huge. Two base drums, and I have no idea how many tom toms, sneer drums, high hats or cymbals.

Then there was Gorki.
He was driving a pair of oxen, by the names of Flor de Mayo (Mayflower anyone?) and Tomeguin (a little bird from Cuba).
He was screaming their names away, walking happily with the huge animals. Then I got out of a from a sugar cane patch where I was conducting some "very personal" business (get the hell out of my dream, Jimmy Smits) and drove my own oxen up the path too. They were Ala Corta (little wing, for the Jimi Hendrix and Steve Ray fans) and Limoncillo (little lemon or lemoncello for the Danny de Vito fans).

We were getting a new pair of oxen delivered by KillCastro, and the three of us met and named them Comandante and General. Yeah, after those guys you're thinking of.... Can you really imagine Mrs. KillCastro allowing her husband to transport those animals in a black helicopter? Very unlikely. Maybe his cousin the doctor thinks that it's funny....

The funny thing is that you have not met three types more urban than Charlie Bravo, KillCastro, and Gorki. We get goose bumps when people mention the word "campo" and suburbia is for KillCastro and myself the result of some sort of conspiracy to get city boys to settle in the countryside. Gorki, well, he doesn't even know what suburbia is. He's holed up in Marianao, and you will need the help of the marine infantry to get him out of there.

I better call Gorki and tell him of my dream.
I know that KillCastro is calling all shrinks to come here with the ambulance and the straight jacket!

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Straight from La Paja Records....

An exclusive from Porno Para Ricardo, the premiere of their last video!



And there will be more to come, later on during the day.....

The General

Just hung up the phone after speaking with Gorki for a good time… We talked about all the new material that the band has put together… It’s incredible, taking into account the mediaeval conditions on which they work; they have composed and rehearsed ten new songs for the new album that will be hitting the streets at any time now.

They already have eleven songs ready with their video clips for the new dvd that will see the light at an undetermined date next year. The work is going really well, with all the images recorded in high resolution video and now the band is working on the gritty part that is the edition and montage of the clips and the guts and blood of the synchronization between sounds and images, for more or less half of the themes.

They sent us one of those videos to whet your appetite.
It was done by a friend of Gorki, with some old copies of those classics of our generation in Cuba, the Russian cartoons. I am sure you will love it, so enjoy!

And what about the music?

Ah, we have an exclusive for you…. Or three!

The songs are really newsworthy, there’s one dedicated to that alcoholic general who was always behind the pants of his older brother. Y’all know him very well, and I know you know his brother very well too… that bearded guy who’s losing his teeth. Big brother’s tripe exploded one day and when the shit settled down he passed the power baton to this effeminate general… and the guy who was hated by his own ugly mother has settled in power since that day.

One of these days even the pioneros will get tired of watching the damn Russian cartoons and instead of being like che they will be like Gorki and the guys from the band, so the cultural police can earn a living chasing them all around, if you know what I mean.

The song remains the same down in Havana… with some that worship el comandante some that worship el General, and a huge majority who simply take a healthy dump on them both and their thuggish police.

And these were the news!

Monday, November 19, 2007

Hi Tech books

Amazon founder, Jeff Bezos, is talking about the Kindle, which is a gadget that will change the way people relate to literature forever.

This new invention will allow you to read anything that was ever printed, in any language, since in future releases of the Kindle a whole library could be stored in one of these devices.

Is Jeff the new Gutenberg?
That's to be seen....

Will I part with my beloved books?
Don't bet on it!

Update:
There are all sort of possitive and negative comments about this thing, and also, Newsweek publishes an article on it.
As with anything that introduces a change, or that attemps to bill itself as progress, it has very well defined camps of lovers and detractors. As I say, don't trust those instincts of seeing me throwing my books away, even if this contraption happens to be a great thing.

Sunday, November 18, 2007

Let's say you're into rock...

Then you do what I do, and you delve into this and you will step into rock music's history. Beware, once you're in, there's no going back!

Rock n' roll!

Rock down the house with Julio Rey!

The Concert

This story does not need any comments from my part.
I lived through several of this events, and managed to survive them all.
Thanks, Jose, for this illustrative article.

Friday, November 16, 2007

Bol'e Teipe y Tinta Rapida.

El Gallego Ambrosio, from a lost hamlet in the Galician geography was the only white man in his Cuban family.
He arrived in Cuba as a kid, to join the family of his uncle, and when he showed up at their bodega he found out that his whole Cuban-Galician family had perished in a fire, when he was still on the seas.
Not being able to return, he was "adopted" by a Cuban family, and he went to work at another bodega owned by one of his connationals from el terruño.
Ambrosio was a man of imposing presence, tall, heavy, with pale skin, jet black hair and blue eyes.
When I met him he lived in a small solar, he was already in his eighties, and he was the only white man in his Cuban family. He married a mulata, and they had a son, Antonio, who in turn married another mulata.
They had two children, Jose Manuel y Teresa.
But Antonio, who was amused that the children were black and with no trace of the Galician ancestry other than the eyes of their grandfather -against all genetic rules of thumb- gave them two very politically incorrect nicknames:
Jose Manuel, a rotund kid, was called Bol'e Teipe (as in a ball of black electrical tape) and Teresita was called Tinta Rapida (for the ink used to dye shoes, Antonio was a cobbler -he never worked for Castro, as far as I can tell)
The kids grew up with me, practically, and Jose Manuel grew into an accomplished man, he became a physician. Teresita became a rather successful French translator, and we saw each other very often.
Jose Manuel defected in Spain coming back from Iraq, when they used to send Cuban doctors there, under Satan Hussein's rule.
He went to live in the same town his grandfather was from, reconnecting with the long lost family members, to whom he told all the Cubans stories of el Viejo Ambrosio. He married a girl from town, and he's a successful country doctor in that area of Galicia, which is much less isolated today that it was in his grandfather's time.
Having defected, he could not visit Cuba, for obvious reasons.
He started telling about Cuba to all his acquaintances, most of them happened to have some old relative who either lived in the island of have lived and died in Cuba. One of this new-found friends went to Cuba periodically, with whatever goodies Jose Manuel could send to his father, mother, and sister. This man married Teresita, eventually, and he's the one who was able to take Antonio and Lazara, his in-laws, out of Cuba.
My friends are the only black people in that town -which they do not want me to name.
The townsfolk get pretty amused when the respectable doctor is seen with his elderly father, who calls him with his particular endearment term "Bol'e Teipe" in public. They told me that one man in the town's only bar -where one can also have great coffee- asked him why "Bol'e Teipe"..... Antonio, without missing a beat, said "because Bol'e Nieve was already taken!".
Teresita brought the remains of their grandfather -along with the grandmother's- to be interred in Galicia, thus completing the cycle where it begun.
This story could not be possible without Cuba.
Cuba would not be a reality without Spain.
Gracias Bol'e Teipe y Tinta Rapida for allowing me to share your story with our readers.
Esa es mi España.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Havana Deco

I just went in and out of Barnes and Noble in a hurry.
I needed a fix of caffeine, and the girl at the counter knows exactly how I like my double shot of espresso.... while I was paying, I saw a young lady reading a book called "Havana Deco", and when I finished my espresso -didn't seat, and stealing a few minutes from myself I went to check out the book.
The collection of photographs of Art Deco buildings are worth the price....

Notes to Cynthia Cidre




Re: Last night's Cane episode.

1- It's very difficult or almost impossible that a Cuban would name his horse Benny More.
They are more likely to give a poetic name to the horse, like Lucero, Diamante or something like that. Or maybe Palmiche like the horse of Elpidio Valdes, or maybe they would give the horse a name from a historic horse, like Babieca or Rocinante.
An ironically inclined Cuban would certainly call a donkey Raul and a horse Fidel, but that's it. Being a city boy, I used to have a frog called Vilma for Vilma Espin and a turtle called Dorticós for the "president". My grandfather from Mantilla was another story. He had a cow called Haydee (for Haydee Santamaria) and a skinny yellowish dog called Che, for being so cowardly. Coming from a guy who was almost executed at la Cabaña, that was no compliment to the Argentinean.

2- Coppelia opened its doors to the public on June 4th 1966, offering 26 flavours of ice-cream.
It's located on the corner of 23 and L, catty corner with the Havana Hilton, and across the Street from the Yara movie theatre, old Radio Centro, on the terrains of the old Reina Mercedes Hospital.
Repression against youths and gays going to Coppelia was rampant since day one, but still the public loved the gardens and the avant garde building, whose style I call Neo Taino Tardio, rather ironically.
Given Coppelia's inception date, it's very unlikely that the patriarch and the matriarch of the family went for a date there. They sound more like they came to the USA in 1960 or 1961 than in 1966 or 1967. That or they really aged very badly.

Recommendation:
For all things Cuban hire a Cuban who knows.
Don't pull an Andy Garcia on us! He's the one who said (on that stinker the Lost City) that the armed assault to the Presidential Palace occurred in 1958, when the date was March 13th 1957.

Will you entertainment types get it right even once?

Monday, November 12, 2007

Mi balsa



Porno Para Ricardo rocks the waves...

Mi balsa.

Mi balsa -my raft- is a song by Porno Para Ricardo about a balsero who dies a solitary death and is eaten alive by the sharks when pursuing his dreams of liberty –broken liberty in his case.

A carpenter builds a defective raft for him, charged a pretty penny for it, therefore he’s betrayed since before his ill-fated voyage starts. The quest for liberty in life ends with the man dying in the high seas, apparently unaware of what would happen to him if he was detected by the forces of the bi-national Coast Guard that patrols the Straits of Death with the intention to keep escaping Cubans inside the Tropical Gulag.

I’ve been exchanging ideas with Gorki on how to do the audiovisual, in terms of graphics and drama. Even though we had some very literal images of an empty raft and two empty boats very generously given to us by Julio Zangroniz, I was not able to obtain any other images from other photographers. At this point, a decision had to be taken, and it was to use some old artwork of disasters at sea, and for me to work on some illustrations to express in images the drama of an unsuccessful flight for liberty.

I would like to one day do another version of this audiovisual with poignant, crude, and terrifying images of empty rafts, people who perished on the trip, people abused by both Coast Guards (even though is very unlikely that I can get any image on the abuses committed by the Cuban Coast Guard) and yes, the most important images, those of the survivors. All images –without copyright issues- are very welcome.

To Julio Zangroniz goes our deepest gratitude for his unflagging support and his very personal commitment to the project, even if (regrettably) his photographs were not used in this version of the audiovisual.

La nueva cancion....


Cortesia de Fantomas y la Casa Real Española

Sunday, November 11, 2007

I was Cuba

I was Cuba is the book made out of the photo collection amassed by Ramiro Fernadez over the years.
The book is a very complete survey of what was Cuba from the early republican days to the first months of 1959. Among the photographs taken during the dawn of the destruction of Cuba in those days, there's a poignant studio-photo of Che Guevara where the beast reveals his true nature through his body-language and facial-expression.
There's a photo of Castro and his impersonator Roblan, and many other images that I am sure will hold your attention captive for a few hours in a row.
Do not miss that book!

Sunday, November 4, 2007

Flores carnivoras.


Foto cortesia de Al Godar

Eso es lo que Gorki y yo queremos llevar a Castro en nuestra visita....
Irlo a ver al hospital, cagarnos en su puta madre y darale un ramo de flores carnívoras para que le arranquen la nariz y la bemba de cuajo.... Y por supuesto, en el ramo tambien habria diez o doce flores de peo, para cubrir el olor del viejo asesino.

Claro, es una fantasia enfermiza.
No hay nada malo en soñar, y este sueño compartido aunque parezca una pesadilla no lo es. Es simplemente el resultado de haber vivido y sufrido en ese pais que se sigue llamando Cuba en los libros y que ha desaparecido del mundo, siendo sustituido por la pesadilla real que ese tipo y sus seguidores materializaron con la complicidad de tantos.

Esta vez, no voy a transcribir nuestra conversación.
A traves de una de las canciones del grupo supe de una mujer (en aquel entonces una bellísima joven) que trabajó en psiquiatría en Cuba y que mucho me ayudó cuando los mismos que declaran loco a Gorki hoy en dia me declararon loco en los años 80, despues que no me fui por el Mariel porque consideré que mejor que me quedara para joder al sistema desde dentro, a pesar de los mitines de repudio, las esposas y las detenciones constantes. Por supuesto, esto me trasladó a una epoca en que pintaba, y que mis cuadros poblados de agudos pinchos y paredes provocaron el acoso de los "funcionarios de la cultura" que se molestaban por mis representaciones del estar entre la espada y la pared.

Recordé tambien las multiples invitaciones a largarme de Cuba.
Y tambien vino a mi memoria el apodo que me puso un querido amigo: el principe de las tinieblas.
¿a quién si no a mi se le ocurria vagar en las noches por el cementerio de Colón, tomando fotos del habitat (vaya contradicción) de los unicos cubanos libres, los muertos? Si, era yo el que iba y vagaba a la luz de antorchas por el cementerio, despues de habernos ocultado hasta despues de las seis de la tarde, hora en que cerraban. Caía la noche y vagabamos, tomaba fotos con una vieja Zenit, esa copia rusa de la Leica. Después saltabamos la cerca por la calle San Antonio Chiquito, y nos ibamos a Jalisco Park, a beber un poco de ron y vagamos tambien por el cementerio chino. Era un freak, demonios, un freak.

Al fin, un dia no pude mas y me largué. Todavia me pregunto como no enloquecí, aunque muchos dicen que si.

Claro que quiero llevarle flores carnívoras a castro. No tiene nada de sorprendente.

Los Aldeanos, condenados al ostracismo.

Tenía que suceder.
Los Aldeanos fueron "desinvitados" de todas partes y actividades futuras y su actuación en la Madriguera desautorizada, debido a su colaboración musical y relación personal con Porno Para Ricardo.
Ha comenzado una nueva etapa de silenciamiento y persecucion contra ellos por la sola razón de que los Aldeanos no tienen la menor intención de vender sus almas al regimen. Pero carajo, alguien tiene que llamar las cosas por su nombre.

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Guajiro sacude a MTV Latinoamérica


Guajiro – 18 de octubre – Invitados VIP alfombra roja Premios MTV Latinoamérica

Sus giras los han llevado desde Miami Florida hasta Tijuana México, varias fechas del reconocido “Vans Warped Tour”, de gira con establecidas agrupaciones como Rancid, Flogging Molly y más. Recién este fin de semana pasado llegaron al reconocido antro Key Club de Los Angeles California a compartir escenario con una de las bandas del hardcore rock americano mas populares del momento “Sick Of It All”

Protagonistas de “Rally MTV” como banda invitada de los Estados Unidos. El programa fue trasmitido durante los meses de Septiembre y Octubre de este año a más de 90 millones de hogares por MTV Latinoamérica, MTV Brasil y Mtvtr3s EEUU. Además compartieron el escenario del programa de alta sintonizo de dichos canales MiTRL con grandes del mundo del entretenimiento Beyonce, George Lopez y los actores principales del la serie televisiva Heroes.

Invitados el pasado 18 de octubre por MTV Latinoamérica a los “Premios MTV Latinoamérica” en México. Caminando la alfombra roja como invitados VIP, presentándose en unos de los "after-parties” de la noche conducido por el reconocido personalidad Gabo del mismo canal. Durante su vista cumplieron con una agenda de entrevistas y solicitudes en México que incluyo vistas y/o entrevistas para Rolling Stone, Playboy, Televisa, Univision, TV Azteca, Terra.com y Ritmoson Latino entre muchos mas.

El video del tema “Santa Fe” se encuentra en rotación en todos los canales de música importantes del momento como MTV Latinoamérica, MTVTr3s, Ritmoson, EXA TV y mucho más.

Guajiro en vivo – 27 de octubre – Key Club - Los Angeles, California
Guajiro – Lanza su viaje desde Hialeah Florida –

El disco debut de Guajiro titulado “Material Subversivo” se define como un eficaz puente entre rock clásico, el punk de los 70’s con sazón del Rock Latino de los 80’s. Producido por Darian Rundall (productor de grandes talentos de la escena rock americana como Yellowcard y Suicidal Tendencies), el disco cuenta con colaboraciones de miembros del Buena Vista Social Club y Timbata entre otros mas. Guajiro busca regresar a los tiempos donde una base de fanáticos cuenta con la carrera artística y larga duración de su música.

Material Subversivo esta disponible en tiendas a nivel nacional y por todas las tiendas digitales importantes (lanzado por I Scream Records - reconocida disquera independiente de múltiple bandas de rock anglosajón como Madball, Fabulous Disaster y Agnostic Front entre muchos mas)

Thursday, October 25, 2007

Los Aldeanos....

Aqui los tienen
Ellos son los que colaboran con Porno Para Ricardo en la nueva version de La Politica....
El Aldeano y el B. describen la vida en Cuba, en un lenguaje muy directo sin pelos en la lengua. Mi respeto para ellos!

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Colaboración entre músicos

Anoche tuve otra de mis conversaciones con Gorki, esta vez mas bien sobre cosas personales de ambos que no tienen mucho lugar en un website, y tambien, claro está, sobre su música.

No fué de ningún modo una de esas entrevistas semi-formales en que nuestras conversaciones se transforman, sino una charla casual….

De todos modos, aquí les transcribo parte de lo que me contó.

Charlie Bravo: ya sé que hay material nuevo tomando forma definitiva para el album.
Gorki: si, y tambien para el dvd. Creo que podemos hacer un album doble, una combinacion de cd y dvd…

Charlie Bravo: es una buena idea, a ver como puedo ayudarte con eso…
Gorki: bueno, ya sabes como es todo aquí, todo ayuda…

Charlie Bravo: a lo mejor te puedo ayudar con las mezclas, si me mandas los tracks por cada instrumento…. Hay buen software disponible, que da buenísimos resultados.
Gorki: Nos gusta tener participación en esto, todos los músicos, estando lejos sería un poco difícil. Toda la banda participa en las decisiones de grabación, mezcla, y edición.

Charlie Bravo: La democracia en acción…
Gorki: ya que estamos en elecciones… (risas)

Charlie Bravo: me tendré que mudar para allá un par de meses al año….
Gorki: ok, duermes en un rincón por ahí…

Charlie Bravo: cuentáme mas del disco…
Gorki: te tengo que mandar bastante material…. Como la nueva versión de La Política, que hicimos con uno de los dos Aldeanos ¿los conoces?

Charlie Bravo: si, claro, me encanta ese duo, y eso que el rap no es lo mío.
Gorki: fue muy interesante, solo uno de ellos pudo participar, el otro tenía su mamá enferma y no pudo venir, quedó muy bien. Teníamos muchas ganas de colaborar con ellos, nos gusta mucho su sonido, sus ritmos y sus temas…. En nuestra opinión La Política quedó con un sonido muy bueno en esta versión, quien sabe si colaboramos en algo más.

Charlie Bravo: Ojalá que la colaboración siga. Asi que están como Rage Against the Machine, combinando punk, rock, y rap en canciones anti-sistema…
Gorki: no, no, no, oye, no me estes comparando con esos comunistas… (risas) Te mando un par de temas en estos días, para que veas como está la cosa.

Charlie Bravo: los espero, ah, una última cosa…. Como te había dicho ya, Matt está haciendo una investigación sobre el rock cubano y por supuesto, Porno Para Ricardo está ahí. Presenta su trabajo en más o menos una semana…
Gorki: dale las gracias en nuestro nombre. Y que le vaya bien! Nos vemos… Cuídate.

Más....

Via Cuba Underground: Gorki recibió un grupo de textos, entre ellos la letra de la versión que hizo Julio de la canción del Ismaelillo. Esta loco por escuchar la música....

Friday, October 19, 2007

a poet, a mountain, and a rocker....

Bob Dylan is one of those rare poets that come only once every so often.
Mountain is a rock and roll rarity.
And Ozzy Osbourne is the generator of metal....
So Mountain recorded an album of Dylan greatest songs, Masters of War, and naturally they selected Ozzy to sing the title song.... read those lyrics, and put a name to them. They probably were meant to pick on somebody else, but y'all know what name I attached to it whenever I heard this version for the first time.
If you happen to like Dylan, you would love the version of Like A Rolling Stone in this album. It's a very minimalist cover, voice and drums, and that's it, nothing like you would have imagined that song before. Very cool....

Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks

You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain

You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud

You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins

How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead

When you're toying with ideas....

A friend comes and send you a link to his blog with a great song... The Melvins... what a great grinding sound!
Jose from Cubanology has the habit of sending me music from time to time, and he did the same with my lost friend, Tocororo.
Late at night, Tocororo would buzz my phone or e-mail me and said: did you get what I got? And it was -surely enough- one of those files Jose has unearthed from who knows where.
Y'all know well how much I like rock, and how it did shape my life as a young man in Cuba.
That's also why I have a special commitment to help the lads of Porno Para Ricardo.
I am taking note, Jose. I will send them a few recordings by the Melvins....
Thanks!!!!!

Also courtesy of Jose, the lyrics to the song:

Freedom or lies
Step from, walk away
You gotta hold your time
You gotta hit it with the right of way
Maybe if you like to fight for any like of what's seen
Either way it's sane
Either way it's gotta mean
Red sister might be chokin'
But I ain't about that kind
It'a a beat with the rythm of a body that was born to lose two times

Hey big body
He said that i'm a true fortune lie
Held my shoulder
Big pointy looks, big broken knives

They might try to hide
They have to answer both dead sense
You might be right I could afford either way in
Poison dandilion forms cross
Big spoke down cross
Stick your head on the line
The flavor might be missin'
He's last to cross that anyway
You can bet he can fiddle with the brothers to the power of another day

Hey big body
He said that I'm a true fortune lie
Held my shoulder
Big pointy looks, big broken knives

Two of them stole my might
One of them stole my time
Didn't you say what you wanted
Denied

P.S. Listen closely to the music, I think there's a gem hidden in it.... and let me know what you think!
It's American Woman, by the Guess Who, but played backwards!

Saturday, October 13, 2007

a curious e-mail, and my answer to it....


(note: photo recycled from KillCastro, so we save the environment, yada, yada, yada)
I am sure that y'all have experienced something similar at least once. Somehow your e-mail address ends up in a list managed by some bleeding heart liberal do-gooder, or some two bit neurone (p)sycophant of a political figure, and you get bombarded with stupid e-mails.
It was just a matter of time before some Al Gore nether regions licker took the time to key-in a mass message for all of us to join in the adoration of the biggest methane emissor of the world. I mean, his farts and Michael Moore's do more in favor of global warming and de-icing of the North Pole than the economy of Trinidad Tobago, for example.
The lefties are always prone to talk bullshit, and not only, they are also prone to believe bullshit as a quasi religious dogma if it comes from the mouth of one of their idols.
Carter speaks, they listen. Al Gore says jump, they say how high?
Hillary cracks her whip, they submit. Fidel rants, they clap their hands.
They cannot think and chew their granola at the same time, I know...

This is the jewel I got in my mail bag...

-----Original Message-----
From: aolfriends@earth.care2.com

Sent: Fri, 12 Oct 2007 12:27:31 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Congratulations to Al Gore on the Nobel Peace Prize!

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Hi X,
It's time to celebrate!

Today, the Nobel Peace Prize was awarded to Al Gore and the United Nations' Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change for their work to raise awareness about the threat of global warming.

Let's congratulate Al Gore for this remarkable achievement!

With his passion and hard work, Al Gore has demonstrated that committed citizens can make a difference. He has inspired millions to stand together against one of the biggest challenges of our time.

Join us in thanking Al Gore for his passionate work, and urge him to continue to fight global warming!
Thank you for celebrating this exciting news with us today,

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My answer:

Please do not send me any propaganda on this fraud of AL GORE.
Thanks so much, but no thanks. He has first to do something about his humoungous house and his horrible track record about the environment....
If you feel compelled to do political propaganda, please then take me out of your list.

MY MESSAGE TO AL GORE:
YOU DO NOT DESERVE THE PRIZE FOR PEACE.
THE LADIES IN WHITE IN CUBA DO, THE MONKS IN BURMA DO.
Learn some humility from them and RETURN the prize already.

Friday, October 12, 2007

How to blog under a police state....

Via Penultimos Dias, a guide on how to circumvent censorship on the internet.... Some of our readers are familiar with some of these techniques, which we have transmitted to our readers and sources in Cuba. Some bloggers have asked us at some point how is that they don't get hits from Cuba, and we have explained them that Cuban readers have been successfully circunventing the State controls by using some tools and programs to guarantee anonymity, therefore they show in site-meters as if they were coming from other countries or from "unknown country".
Download the pdf, and practice anonymity specially when you have to visit Cuba based websites, both from friend and foes, for well understood diametrally opposed reasons.

Dreamer


I started the day with this video.....

Thursday, October 11, 2007

Something that sounds very familiar....

Adulation. As in adulation of a tyrant.
In Cuba, by the early sixties, youngsters were "led" to write letters to castro.
There have always been people who write to castro, to express their love, to voice a complain to him, the Supreme Overlord, so he could fix what his subordinates had messed up. Remember, a cult of personality recepient is infalible, so varied messes and mistakes were a thing exclusively produced by his subordinates. There were also people who complain full force, or who sent a declaration of principles, or who broke with his "revolution". There are people who write letters to him calling a spade a spade, like Dr Hilda Molina and a few dissidents, and songwriters like Gorki who aim his literary guns at him in a not so veiled way, even decostructing a song of adulation and transforming it into a song of scorn.

Briefe an Hitler, or Letters to Hitler is a book compiled by German historian Henrik Eberle.
In his book, Mr. Eberle compiles about 300 letters written by ordinary Germans to Adolph Hitler during the period from 1925 to the days before his fall in 1945.
To produce this book, Mr. Eberle went into Russian archives and he read more than 20, 000 letters to Hitler who were taken to Moscow by the Red Army after being seized from the Reich archives at the end of World War II.

"I love you so much. Write me - please. Many greetings. Your Gina."
Far from being a Walkyrie, Gina was a seven year old from a partisan family in Berlin, and her parents wrote that she wanted to marry Hitler.

The letters shows what was going in the minds of regular Germans, Nazi sycophants, political oponents, and persecuted Jews and even war heroes complaining about the diminishing freedoms under the Nazi rule.

In the early period of Hitler's rule his fan mail was usually congratulatory or from people seeking "life advise".
The author points out that there is a letter from one Alfred Barg who signed his 1925 letters between to swastikas, asking about the consumption of alcohol as a moral issue, and wether the party would use the swastika and the red, black and white flag once they conquered power. (coincidentally black, red, and white are the colors favored for castro for his terrorist movimiento veintiseis de julio)

Hitler would not reply directly to those letters, task that was done by his personal attache Rudolf Hess: "Herr Hitler drinks no alcohol aside from a few drops during very special events and he is a nonsmoker, and you should already know how we stand on the colors black-white-red and the swastika."
(castro has given advise in his letters about quitting smoking, and has warned "the revolutionaries" about eating habits and alcohol consumption)

According to the author of the book, the letters were primarily sorted by Hess and Albert Bormann, brother of Hitler's confidant and private secretary Martin Bormann. They were marked with red ink if not shown to Hitler, or green ink if he had been made aware of them, Eberle said. (Celia Sanchez did that in Cuba until her death, with Hayde Santamaria, then by his secretary "Chomi", and lately by his aids at el "grupo de trabajo")

Naturally some of the letters from dissidents and other "dangerous" folks - including a woman who claimed to be Hitler's relative - were forwarded to the Gestapo for investigation. (As was the letter of former party member and now dissident doctor Hilda Molina asking him to let her go to Argentina with her elderly mother to meet her grandchilldren)

The letters between the ascension to power in 1933 and the invasion of Poland in 1939 were mostly supportive of Hitler, as there were when Germany annexed Austria. The writers sent their congratulatory remarks from places around the world, including the USA, Britain, and yes, Austria where Hitler was born. (The same happened during the wars in Angola, Ethiopia, the interventions in Nicaragua, and during Castro's health crisis of these later days)

There were selfhating people who also took the pen to the paper, like a Franz Ippich from Salzlburg who wrote:

"After the first days of jubilation were over, we were aghast to learn that while I am eligible to vote, my wife, being stigmatized and inferior because of her Jewish heritage, must stand aside."
"So I decided ... to ask you: Please erase the dishonorable, Jewish heritage of my wife, which is not her own fault ... (by doing so) my wife's and my offspring will become your loyal and enthusiastic followers who will bless you for all your life."
The letter went unanswered, and Ippich fled with his wife for South America.
(I know of people who wrote to castro denouncing his gusano family members, to then flee the country and seek -and obtain- their pardon and live together in exile)

There were protests early on from abroad about Nazi policies; they got no response to those criticisms.
(Has Castro ever responded to anyone who try to defend the dissidents)

At the end of the war the letters went from wonder weapons proposals to desperate messages from regular Germans who only sent about 100 "happy birthday dear Adolf" postcards in 1945. And I bet that castro is not getting that many love letters lately, either.

Now you know why this is so familiar?
People in Cuba wrote to Castro for the same reasons. I don't think that they are writing to him now....
Future historians won't have to go to Russia to get to the archives, the letters are kept in the Party archives in Havana.
Castro has answered only a few of those letters on his handwriting, and has revealed that he even asked for ten "green American dollars" to President Roosevelt and in exchange he would tell him where the mines of iron and nickel in Cuba were. So much for somebody who sold his country to the Russians and develop a pathological hate for Americans because the response he got didn't contain the ten bucks. Maybe Roosevelt could have invested ten bucks in that psycho and he would have loved America and became a talk show or something.

It's interesting to learn about the international support in places like the USA and the UK that Hitler had. Not unlikely the support that Castro enjoys and the cult of Che.

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Recycle

Get all your gently used USB memory drives that you are substituting for the next generation gadget and put them to good use.... e-mail info@cubaunderground.com and they will let you know where to send them so the lads of Porno Para Ricardo can transfer light material such as musical ideas, lyrics, photos, etc....
Thanks for your help!

Tuesday, October 9, 2007

Another step forward....


Apple Corps and Apple Computer have taken another step towards putting the whole Beatles catalogue online.... Now, they are finally having the George Harrison complete catalogue in iTunes, the only step they were missing to create the iBeatles that we have been announcing. Yes, there will be and iBeatles store....
Actually, in days like these, we need these good news....
In a non related development, there's is a novel educational technique at the Jose Marti School in Union City.
Maybe Manuel Tellechea wants to read Jose Marti as Podcasts.... Many people will subscribe!

Monday, October 8, 2007

Hey ho, let's go!

Guajiro has something for you....

1 – In honor of our upcoming tour of Mexico we are giving away a song to the fans – Just go to our myspace page – www.myspace.com/guajiro - The song “Mentiroso” is available for FREE download – It will be up for a week – so act fast -

2 – GUAJIRO has been added to the Sick of it All / Madball show in LA on October 25th – at the KEY CLUB in Los Angeles.

See you in the pit –

Guajiro

iBeatles?


Apparently the rumor is true. No, not that rumor, not yet!
The Beatles are going to be exclusively in iTunes, as per the what is being said at both Apples corporate offices.
Ah, some times we need some good news, don't we?

Saturday, October 6, 2007

Noticias....



Gorki - ¿Oigo?
Charlie Bravo- Hey, que tal loco, ¿no estan esayando?

G: No, el baterista esta enfermo....tiene una gripe bastante mala....
CB: Oh, ya veo, la castroenteritis....

G: Si, de la mala.... ya sabes estamos en el foco...
CB: Fijate si es mala que yo estando lejos del foco infeccioso estoy todavia muy enfermo!

G: Imaginate nosotros, y la poblacion en general que estamos en el epicentro de la epidemia!
CB: Fijate si la epidemia esta mala que me llamaron para decirme que se habia muerto Juan Almeida....

G: Nah, no jodas, lo vi hace una semana.... estaba entrando a la Casa del Combatiente donde se reunen siempre....
CB: El que no las tiene todas buenas con Raul....

G: ¿No? no lo sabia, aqui todo es a base de chisme para obtener informacion, porque ya tu sabes que estos cabrones tienen un monologo, uno nunca sabe nada.... de nada. No se sabe quienes son los disidentes, que hacen o que no hacen, no se sabe quien carajo es quien carajo, y mucho menos que es lo que esta pasando realmente. Solo bolas y chismes, y a veces alguien que esta bien informado que la deja caer, pero tambien el regimen que se la pasa corriendo bolas...
CB: Asi es, bueno, le dije al que me llamaba que ustedes habian hecho a Juan Almeida miembro honorario de Porno Para Ricardo... A ver si le dedica una cancion a Raul....

G: Esta bueno eso, a ver si nos consigue local de ensayo y ver si nos dejan tranquilos!
CB: Bueno, te tengo noticias, te estamos buscando unas cuerdas y unas baquetas, que ya dije que el baterista estaba cansado de pelar palos de escoba para hacerse las baquetas......

G: Gracias, por favor, dale las gracias a Mickey Garrote, a Matt, a Juan Carlos, a David, a todos los que nos ayudan con todo lo que nos ayudan, que sin ellos no hay manera que podamos producir..... Juan Carlos me llama por las noches que es cuando yo voy a ver a mi niña y nunca me encuentra.... dile que le agradezco muchisimo esos microfonos....
CB: Se los dire a todos....

G: Me da hasta pena, con los que nos ayudan siempre....
CB: Para mi y para ellos es un gusto, Gorki, nada de pena..... Bueno, cuentame de tus proyectos nuevos....

G: Aparte del disco tambien estamos haciendo un DVD con once temas y entrevistas, y nuestras vivencias aqui en los estudios de ensueño, La Paja Records. Ya sabes, es un sueño para nosotros poder tener un estudio y poder grabar.... y poco a poco lo realizamos. El DVD les dejara ver todos en que condiciones trabajamos dia a dia. Y como vivimos y hacemos nuestra musica. Son once temas de discos anteriores, con clips, fotos, entrevistas y muchas otras imagenes.... con la historia de Porno Para Ricardo desde el primer dia hasta el momento de la grabaciones y la produccion del DVD.
CB: Estoy ansioso por verlo....

G: Es un proyecto muy ambicioso, y enorme.... quien sabe como y cuando lo terminamos....
CB: Les quedara perfecto, eso lo se....

G: Y bueno, el disco.... ya tenemos unos cuantos temas listos, los cuales vamos a trabajar un poco mas cuando tengamos instalada la tarjeta de sonido. Quizas grabemos de nuevo lo que ya tenemos o trabajemos un poco mas en esos temas. Tenemos mucho trabajo que hacer, desde las imagenes hasta la musica, y la parte final de las mezclas, que van a definir todo el sonido del disco, donde habran cosas nuevas....
CB: Cuentame de eso....

G: Estamos trabajando en un sonido que difiere un poco de lo que hemos hecho hasta ahora, ya lo oiras....
CB: Sabes, tu musica sonara en Iraq pronto....

G:¿Que? ¿En Iraq? ¿Como es eso?
CB: Le puse un poco de la musica de Porno Para Ricardo a unos Marines el otro dia. Querian oir musica cubana actual, que no fuera salsa o son, o Buena Vista Social Club.... entonces, les dije, bueno, echense esto... y ahi corearon el Comandante y se volvieron locos!

G: ¿Son latinos esos Marines?
CB: De todo un poco... muchos toman cursos de español.....

G: Wow, en Iraq.... que bueno esta eso! me lo puedo imaginar!!!
CB: escogi dieciseis temas.... me perdonas que no te consulte la seleccion....

G: Que consultar, ni consultar, lo que hayas puesto.... y ellos que tengan suerte por alla.... Que locura, nuestra musica sonando en Iraq cuando le esten dando duro a esos terroristas!
CB: Si, que tengan suerte.... eso si. Te llegara un monton de musica que te mande....

G: Volao!
CB: Se que te gustara, veras el audiovisual que te hice para Trova Electrica, versiones en ingles de la cancion del Ismaelillo, y bueno, la musica que te gusta....

G: Oye no se te olvide agradecer a todo el mundo....
CB: No, pero te digo, todo el mundo esta muy agradecido de ustedes por el trabajo que hacen....

G: Bueno, abrazos y un saludo muy especial para ti y para Cuba Underground....
CB: No te me pongas sentimental....

G: Ah, no jodas....
CB: Bueno, pasalo bien y saludame a la banda ok..... ahi estamos!

Tuesday, October 2, 2007

Nobel Center for the Peace showcases Gorki.


The caption reads:
"Rocker changed with Rock n' Roll"
"The Cuban Rock musician Gorki Carrasco challenged the political elite in Cuba through his punk music and his way of life. In 2003, the authorities accused him of selling drugs. He denied the charge, and the evidence againt him was weak. Even so, he was sentenced to four years in prison. He has continued to criticize the government since his release"

Wiljiro

Our friend Will Lopez, from the Punk band Guajiro just started Wiljiro -his own podcast.... he invites you to listen and download!

Monday, October 1, 2007

We are back!

Thanks to the expertise and hard labor of KillCastro, we have our main blog KillCastro back to life. It took KillCastro a whole damn week of tinkering and toiling to get us back into the cyberspace, IN SPITE of all the stupidty of BLOGGER.
Kasstro could not take us off the air, but after a mistake I made (supposedly it WAS NOT a mistake, but for BLOGGER IT WAS!!!) Blogger had a conniption and we almost lost three years of work.
Thanks to all of you who supported and encouraged us.....
And big thanks to the Wizard, KillCastro.

Sunday, September 30, 2007

Is she a member of the Euro Parliament?

Last time I checked, Ileana Ros Lehtinen was a member of the U.S. Congress and had nothing to do with the European Parliament.
Our friend and reader Roland M. sends us the following article, wondering how Ms. Ros-Lehtinen HAS NOT called the US Government to condemn the recent crack down in Cuba while she's instead calling the European governments to do so. Kind of a bit off her homebase, and way out her jurisdiction I would say....

Let's analyze that article bit by bit....

Ros-Lehtinen Urges Europe to Denounce Arrests in Cuba

(WASHINGTON) - European governments should denounce the Castro regime's latest roundup of dissidents, just as they have criticized the crackdown of democracy advocates in Burma this week, U.S. Rep. Ileana Ros-Lehtinen suggested today in a letter to European Union officials.
(no word on whether she wrote a similar letter to President Bush touching upon the same issue, or condemning the dry-foot wet foot, or the unfair treatment of Cuban refugees in Guantanamo base, though, or the manipulations of lawyers and judges in Miami to offer yet another child in sacrifice to the dying tyrant next door)

As many as 200 Cuban dissidents have disappeared and others were arrested by security forces at a Thursday protest at the Justice Ministry seeking better living conditions for the hundreds of prisoners of conscience still jailed by the regime.
(In reality, Ms. Ros-Lehtinen, the Cuban people at large is a hostage of the Cuban government, and there is no clamor in the US Government about that, just tired rhetorics. Still, the dry-foot wet-foot illegal regulation is used to push Cubans back towards the same regime they flee and all we hear from the Cuban-American politicos in the Hill is silence about this issue)

Ros-Lehtinen, Ranking Republican on the House Foreign Affair Committee, urged the European Union "to hear the cries of the Cuban nation" and called upon EU member states to denounce the round-up, demand the regime immediately account for the whereabouts of dissidents, and release them along with all prisoners of conscience.
(There's no similar demand made to the tenant of 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, a short mile away from her office, those cries are heard very clearly here in the United States, and not much is done to punish the ones who inflict so much pain on the Cuban people)

Thursday's crackdown "serves as yet another confirmation of the brutal nature of Raul Castro and the dictatorship as a whole, which has entrenched itself in Cuba and refuses to release its hold on power and allow the Cuban people to decide their destiny in free, fair, multiparty, democratic elections," Ros-Lehtinen wrote in the letter to Dr. Jose Manuel Barroso, President of the European Commission; Dr. Javier Solana, EU High Representative for Common Foreign and Security Policy and Secretary General of the European Council; and Mrs. Benita Ferrero-Waldner, Commisioner for External Relations of the European Commission.
(again, why was not a similar letter delivered by hand to the President of the USA by the Cuban politicos in the Hill? Do they think that it's an effort not worth of their while? or do they know that they cannot awake W from his sopor on everything Cuban?)

"We have seen in recent weeks the demonstrations in Burma and the international support the Burmese monks and other pro-democracy activists there have received. The Cuban people deserve no less. We ask that the European Union demonstrate this same solidarity and support for those that struggle to bring freedom and democracy to Cuba," Ros-Lehtinen added.
(Good, but shouldn't we start asking for the same solidarity from places near home, namely the White House? Why is the US government let "free" of a similar petition? All her concerns are valid, but what is not understandable is that there's no action closer to the homebase here in the US... Or is it that they know that the President has no interest in helping the liberation of Cuba and that everything has been traded by that so called (raulian) stability? As a side note, the recent abuses are nothing but an apperitif of what's coming under the raulian regime and what will be delivered by his praetorian guard)

Interestingly enough, she doesn't mention that the crackdown was masked behind the massacres in Burma, as well as Castro used the visit of the Pope to Cuba to help Clinton to mask the Lewinsky affair and used that affair to divert the attention to the visit of the Pope to Cuba. Castro also used the Iraq war as a smoke curtain to hide the arrest of seventy five dissidents during the Black Spring, and coincidentally, Raul hid his abuses and arrests of about 200 dissidents behind the crimes of the Burmese tyranny, while Felipe Perez Roque spoke in support of Burma and compared the world condemnation of those brutalities to the "atttacks on Cuba's sovereingnty". Can they notice that there's a pattern?

Again, the call should have been made first to the President of the United States and then to the European Union and the world at large. Her own party and government have failed miserably in everything related to Cuba, and there's no justification to give the White House a free pass on this matter and throw the hot potato only in Europeans hands. Besides, her fellow politicos are totally silent about this.... which tells you a good deal about their character.

Viva España!

At this point, when there are renewed attacks against "Spain", we will defend Spain and the Spaniards again.
With even more zeal than we did before, because.... seeing and perceiving that pathetic commie of Zapatero and his cohorts as "Spain and the Spaniards" is certainly much akin of seeing and perceiving the undead Castro as "Cuba and the Cuban people".

If somebody is ready to confuse the Spain of my ancestry and my culture with a stinky Mr. Bean look-alike lefty, then that very same person cannot be offended when somebody misidentify the Cuba of my birth with Fidel Castro and the fidelistas, because it's the same thing. Or not? So blaming Spain as a whole -country and culture- for the crimes of some Spaniards, and make people believe that Spain is the cave of Satan is the SAME than blaming Cuba for the castros, che and their revolution and making all Cubans responsible for their crimes.

Of course, you cannot ask the elm tree for pears, to freely translate the old Spanish adage.
When a mind cannot formulate a rational thought about it, when a mind cannot tell the difference between politicians and tyrants in bed and the populations they misrepresents, you cannot ask much more from them; blood from turnips? pears from elms?

Will these guys realize, for once, that the Black Legend of Spain is being translated today into the Black Legend of Cubans by that master xenophobe of Fred Thompson? Oh, no, that brute filled his piehole with a pastelito and drank a cafecito, so he's gotta be good. Thanks God he didn't wear a guayabera (or is it wah-yah-bay-rah?) because well, they would have said "move over God, Freddo is coming".....

Well, well, well.... I think that with minds wired so differently they will even think that my Spain is the same Spain of Fidel Castro. They probably think that the Spain of our ancestry is the same "Spain" of Valeriano Weyler. So, if that's the case, why get offended when somebody shows another generalization of different sign? I mean, where's the offense when they associate Cuba to the crimes of miscreants like fidel and raul castro, and even worse, to the crimes and cowardice of che(o) huevera?

By the way, the "Spains" of Valeriano Weyler and Fidel Castro are one and the same. And that's the "Spain" of Zapatero, as well. But that's not the Spain of the taxi driver in Madrid saying "ese castro es un hijo de puta mayusculo, que se muera el viejo de los cojones". That's not the Spain of the old portera outside a building who says "ese lindo acento, señor, es el de la Cuba de mi infancia, abajo fidel coño!" . That's not the Spain of the men and women that tell you in any small town of Spain, "ah, mis tios fueron a Cuba, y se sintieron como en casa". That is neither the Spain of the unknown that tells you in a bar, while having coffee in the morning: "estoy listo para venderlo todo y largarme a Cuba cuando esos cabrones estan bajo tierra para ayudaros a hacer un pais nuevo, como mereceis". That's my Spain. Y que viva España!

Strings

The most thunderous rock band from Havana is bringing the house down (Gorki's and el Puro's house, more el Puro's than Gorki's) with the production of their new CD.
They rely basically on the support of friends, knwon and unknown, to get what is normally available to all other recording artists in any far away corner of this world with the exception of Cuba.
They need bass and guitar strings, as well as drumsticks....
They are using a six string bass, as opposed to the regular four string bass that you see in most rock bands, the Bass VI, and they need to have some strings in stock for it.
Also, they need guitar strings to produce those songs in which they kick fidel's and raul's balls or what little remain of them.
These are the specs for the guitar strings they use to deliver their poisoned darts to the body of the beast.
The drummer would be much more confortable using these sticks than the peeled off broom handles that he's using today....
Thanks for your help!
Please e-mail info@cubaunderground.com for details.

La banda mas ruidosa de la Habana esta tumbando la casa (de Gorki y del Puro, mas del Puro que de Gorki) con la produccion de su nuevo CD.
Ellos dependen de la ayuda de amigos conocidos y desconocidos para obtener lo que es lo m as normal para otros musicos y artistas en cualquier otro lugar del mundo que no sea Cuba.
El bajista esta usando un bajo de seis cuerdas, lo cual no es tipico porque la mayoria de las bandas de rock usan bajos de cuatro cuerdas solamente. En este momento se necesitan cuerdas del tipo Bass VI.
Los guitarristas necesitan cuerdas para producir esas canciones en las cuales patean los cojones de fidel y raul sin compasion, o lo que les queda de cojones a ese par de cabrones. Estas son las especificaciones para las cuerdas de guitarra que usan para clavar dardos en el sucio cuerpo de la bestia!
El baterista ya se canso de estar pelando palos de escoba con un cuchillo viejo para hacerse las baquetas. Claro esta, el se sentiria mas comodo usando unas baquetas verdaderas!
Gracias por tu ayuda!
Escribe por favor a info@cubaunderground.com para mas detalles.

Friday, September 28, 2007

The situation in Havana

Different bloggers with a wide net of sources have been reporting on the arrest of a gaggle of dissidents down in Havana, and elsewhere in Cuba.
The figures go from 5 to more than 200, and some reports seem to have more accuracy than others.
Our sources, fortunately, are all of them accounted for.
That's the advantage of working with low key, common-man, common-woman, Cubans-walking-on-the-street.
The report we have is that the State Security (DGSE, G2, DGI, and other morphs) conducted a wide-net casting operation, with tons of chivatos and informers, who had the dissidents identified time in advance and had detailed their movements and communications.
So, keep of thinking that Raul is a reformer. Keep on thinking that the Release 2.0 of the tyranny is an easier game.
People seem to have forgotten that che guevara was appointed chief executioner by kasstro after raul proved to be so bloodthirsty that his own tyrant brother was scared of his handywork.
To us, the writers of this blog, the whole repressive wave was expected.
It reads exactly like the "non-government" purges in Soviet Russia. The KGB went after everyone whose opinion was not in 100% accordance with the regime. Both the people who were in total disagreement and also the overzealous commies whose rate of approval for government actions was 110%. They were also deemed suspicious, and sumarily whacked off.
Sadly, the dissident movement in Cuba has been penetrated by the political police.
Even more sadly, they are virtual unknowns within the country.
Dramatically enough, the dissident movement is fragmented and without a visible head. Mistrust, divisions, all have been planted in their ranks by the State Security.
The raulista junta -or at least its top military branch- is not going to let go easily or without a fight.
They are telling us that they don't give a shit about fidel castro being dead or alive, they are the ones in power, and apparently, the seventy five dissidents who were bagged during the Black Spring are very few while compared with this Autumn of Hell that is befalling unto them. Actually, let's use the Americanism Fall of Hell instead of Autumn of Hell, I mean, this whole thing will end up by being the Fall of Hell for the tyranny. When? I have no idea.
As they say in Cuba, no hay mal que dure cien años, ni cuerpo que lo resista....

Thursday, September 27, 2007

Star Trekking while Muslim

Russkies and Merkins face the problem of locating Mecca from an orbital statation to accomodate first Muslim astronaut.
Tell me about political correctness shooting up out the stratosphere....

a thank you note...

To all of those who promoted cowardice and silence, to all of those who turn their backs to the little girl that today is being stripped from the only happiness that she has known to be given to the person who wanted her dead, abandoned her with an abusive mother, and to whom the "justice system" is trusting today with her care.
To all of those who were silent cowards, who closed their eyes before perjury, prejudice, fabrications, lies, conspiracy, and consorting with a tyrant in his death bed, a big thank you in the name of castro. He's sending thank-you notes, all of them poisoned.
From KillCastro and Charlie Bravo, a big and resounding fuck you, cowards. If you were born Cuban, well, fuck you again, damn traitors.

Robot dog


They are studying diverse military and civilian applications for this thing....
They should install a head with powerful hydraulic jaws with serrated steel teeth on them.
Make it the Rob-o-Presa-Canario, while you're at it...

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Sugarcane is (technically) a weed

And weeds can be converted into "gas". The same with corn, soy, beans, alfalfa, and other highly caloric renewable crops. That's the political and economic underlying of the new TV series, Cane.
They are trying to get you ready to deal with the new princes of fuel, the Caribbean Sheiks from Cuba.

Nuclear teleprompter....

I liked the way W shoo'd off the commies with his mention of a "cruel dictator".
I loved the way Perro Roque threw his earpiece, and that all the empty suits from the Cuban delegation followed him down the aisle.
But now I am wondering if the words "cruel dictator" were also phonetically scripted for W in order to try to avoid yet another embarrassment. Did they teleprompt him "krewl dik-tay-ter"?
The phonetically enhanced version of his speech, complete with the cellphone numbers and side scribblings for his speech writers was posted briefly in the UN website. It was fed in advance to the simultaneous translators at the UN, and then teleprompted to his podiums monitor.....

If you want to talk like W, this is lesson one, righ here:

Kyrgyzstan [KEYR-geez-stan]
Mauritania [moor-EH-tain-ee-a]
Harare [hah-RAR-ray]
Mugabe [moo-GAH-bee]
Sarkozy [sar-KO-zee]
Caracas [kah-RAH-kus]

C'mon, this is becoming a little bit too much already.... more important that the possible presidential gaffes, is the fact that some dodo head at the White House would actually give the UN a draft of a document preggers with scribblings and private phone numbers of presidential spin doctors.

Mothership...



That's the new Led Zeppelin collection to have.
Jason Bonham takes the place at the drumming throne, and he's said to be filling his father bass drum pedal with a great heavy foot and giving a performance made of the stuff rock and roll legends are made of....

This is the Mothership track list, as it will be released by November 13

Disc One

1. Good Times Bad Times
2. Communication Breakdown
3. Dazed And Confused
4. Babe I’m Gonna Leave You
5. Whole Lotta Love
6. Ramble On
7. Heartbreaker
8. Immigrant Song
9. Since I’ve Been Loving You
10. Rock And Roll
11. Black Dog
12. When The Levee Breaks
13. Stairway To Heaven

Disc Two

1. Song Remains The Same
2. Over The Hills And Far Away
3. D’Yer Maker
4. No Quarter
5. Trampled Under Foot
6. Houses Of The Holy
7. Kashmir
8. Nobody’s Fault But Mine
9. Achilles Last Stand
10. In The Evening
11. All My Love

There are three versions, one in a double CD, another one in a double CD plus a live set DVD and a third super deluxe edition for the viny lovers, which will include a book and four LP records.

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Cane



Sugar cane.
Rum.
Blood.
Money.
Those four elements have been always part of the history of Cuba. Ok, part of the history of Cuba who many would never want to know. Castro comes from that too, even though his father was a minor player. He then stole the whole country -sugar, rum, and cattle incuded- out of resentment.
The Fanjuls, the Bacardis, they all come from the Cuban sugar families....
The independence of Cuba had to do with sugar cane, rum, money, and blood. And also, the slavery of Cuba at the hands of Castro.
Rum is to the Duques of Cane what oil was to the Ewings of Dallas.
The phrase "I am not a criminal, I am a businessman" will be heard over and over from today on....

A few more considerations, in case we lose the comments:
Actually, it's fiction.
And yes, there are Cuban criminals too, we don't have only God-fearing and hard-working patriotic individuals, we also have hardened criminals, who are not in the business of goodness.... (like that landowners dynasty, the Castros, for example)
It's a show for Christ sakes, it's not an official story of a given Cuban family. (if they fry the Fanjuls or some of the others who first helped get castro into power and then fled, I don't care. The Fanjuls happen to be friends with Bill Clinton, and they did nothing to stop him from sending Elian to Cuba, or not to come up with the dry foot wet foot, so much friendship with Clinton for defending the Cuban interests)
Money, at least in the sugar business, came many times drenched in blood. From slavery and down.
I think that the show's telling us that Cubans are as part as the American mainstream (and of the American stew) as much as Jews and Italians are, not to mention Anglos. The Duques are to Florida -in the show- what the Ewings (of Dallas) were to Texas. Ethanol, sugar and rum are the new oil.
Believe me, what we don't need is to get all nervous and shaky for a fiction show.
There's a difference between fiction and reality. Just like your average American doesn't think that all Italians are molded according to the DNA map of Al Capone or Tony Soprano, or all Jews are little Meyer Lanskys or all Irish Americans are drunkards like Ted Kennedy, or all the blacks are gangsta rappers, they do not think that all Cubans are wealthy landowners with a penchant for offing people who cross their paths.
Let's take it for what it is, entertainment. After all, we've seen only one episode. It could become better with time, or worse, but only time will tell.
As per people complaining that the characters don't look Cuban.... what the hell a Cuban looks like???? Both KillCastro and I have been told that
a- "you don't speak like a Cuban"
b- "you don't look Cuban"
BY CUBANS!!!!!
Cubans come in all shapes and shades... And they speak very differently from one another too.
Do I think that there are Cubans like these?
Yes.
Do I think that the majority of Cubans are like this family?
No
Do I think that the show has to be about a non-eventful pristine and clean Cuban family?
No.
Do I think that the show has to necessarily be about wealthy landowners?
Not exclusively, but still, we have only seen a first episode and we don't know what the writer of the show has in store (or at least, I don't know)
I don't care that the actors are not Cuban...
Which leads me to wonder where the hell were the agents for the Cuban actors that were not out there trying to get them these gigs.....
And another thing....
How's that the bomb by Andy Garcia -The Lost City- was to be revered, and this show is to be hated?
Amazing, isn't it?

Highway to Hell....

Get on that highway to hell already, you thugs....

That was Perro Roque singing:
Living easy, livin' free
Season ticket, on a one - way ride
Asking nothing, leave me be
Taking everything in my stride
Don't need reason, don't need rhyme
Ain't nothing I would rather do
Going down, party time
My friends are gonna be there too

I'm on the highway to hell
Highway to hell
I'm on the highway to hell
Highway to hell

No stop signs, speedin' limit
Nobody's gonna slow me down
Like a wheel, gonna spin it
Nobody's gonna mess me 'round
Hey Satan! Paid my dues.
Playin' in a rockin' band
Hey Mama! Look at me
I'm on my way to the promise land

I'm on the highway to hell
Highway to hell
I'm on the highway to hell
Highway to hell

Don't stop me!

KillCastro....

We are having trouble with KillCastro, it would not update and will keep on going into an endless iteration without publishing the new posts....
As a result, we will use it as an archive of our best work till now, and y'all can access it from here. For the new material, there's always the Black Sheep of Exile.
Please update your favorites and your links accordingly.
Sorry about the mess...