Hoy por fin he pasado la revisión de la moto, tenía que haberla llevado a los 6000 km y la he llevado con 6798 km. En todo el mes de Agosto ha sido casi imposible encontrar un taller que me cogiera el teléfono.
Hemos comido con Bea, hacía casi tres meses que no quedábamos a comer con ella. He aprovechado para estrenar mi tarjeta 'Buen Menú' que la verdad es que ni me acordaba de que la tenía, la falta de costumbre. Eso si, el VIPS cada vez está peor y la comida nunca me sienta bien. Vetado.
Al final entre llevar la moto, comer fuera y recoger la moto me ha quedado un día de lo menos productivo, por una vez no creo que pase nada, jajaja.
Me había llevado el Medion para enseñárselo a Inma pero no estaba en casa, así que otra vez será. Lo que si voy a aprovechar es para agradecerle que se pase por aquí, que lea las tonterías que de vez en vez escribo y que escuche la música que pongo, que se que le gusta. Esta semana voy a tú casa y marujeamos.
Además hoy voy a poner un cantante de esos que escucho de vez en cuando y que creo que no conoce mucha gente, Elliot Smith. Lamentablemente murió el 21 de Octubre en extrañas circunstancias así que ya no nos podrá dar más joyas como la que voy a poner hoy. Lo conocí por la banda sonora de Good Will Hunting y por su disco Figure 8, luego he podido hacerme con el resto de su discografía y es genial. Me pasó como con Aimee Mann, que también llegué a ella por una banda sonora (Magnolia) y luego han llegado a ser de mis favoritos durante mucho tiempo. Me acuerdo de como los escuchaba en el creative (que mamotreto) camino del trabajo en Torrejón, una hora de tren daba para mucho.
Y encima ahora están Russian Red en la 2, en los conciertos de Radio 3, que buenos. Tocan este viernes en el ocho y medio.
Elliot Smith - Between The Bars
drink up, baby, stay up all night
the things you could do, you won't but you might
the potential you'll be, that you'll never see
the promises you'll only make
drink up with me now and forget all about the pressure of days
do what I say and I'll make you okay and drive them away
the images stuck in your head
people you've been before that you don't want around anymore
that push and shove and won't bend to your will
I'll keep them still
drink up, baby, look at the stars
I'll kiss you again between the bars where I'm seeing you
there with your hands in the air, waiting to finally be caught
drink up one more time and I'll make you mine
keep you apart deep in my heart separate from the rest
where I like you the best and keep the things you forgot
the people you've been before that you don't want around anymore
that push and shove and won't bend to your will
I'll keep them still
the things you could do, you won't but you might
the potential you'll be, that you'll never see
the promises you'll only make
drink up with me now and forget all about the pressure of days
do what I say and I'll make you okay and drive them away
the images stuck in your head
people you've been before that you don't want around anymore
that push and shove and won't bend to your will
I'll keep them still
drink up, baby, look at the stars
I'll kiss you again between the bars where I'm seeing you
there with your hands in the air, waiting to finally be caught
drink up one more time and I'll make you mine
keep you apart deep in my heart separate from the rest
where I like you the best and keep the things you forgot
the people you've been before that you don't want around anymore
that push and shove and won't bend to your will
I'll keep them still
Otra más, porque yo lo valgo, jajaja.
Elliot Smith - Everything Reminds Me of Her
I never really had a problem because of leaving
But everything reminds me of her this evening
So if I seem a little out of it, sorry
But why should I lie?
Everything reminds me of her
The spin of the earth impaled a silhouette
Of the sun on the steeple
And I got to hear the same sermon
All the time now from you people
Why are you staring into outer space, crying?
Just because you came across it, and lost it
Everything reminds me of her
Everything reminds me of her
Everything reminds me of her
But everything reminds me of her this evening
So if I seem a little out of it, sorry
But why should I lie?
Everything reminds me of her
The spin of the earth impaled a silhouette
Of the sun on the steeple
And I got to hear the same sermon
All the time now from you people
Why are you staring into outer space, crying?
Just because you came across it, and lost it
Everything reminds me of her
Everything reminds me of her
Everything reminds me of her
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