Rodrigo y Gabriela - Tamacun (Live)
Hi guys!
Want to introduce yous to Rodrigo y Gabriela. They play guitar. Very awesome like.
Hes more classic riff, shes more percussion strumming Raul Midon kinds... and together they put on the best live instrumental show you will ever experience. I promise. Even though they are Mexican, they rock the house here in Europe everywhere they go, playing their own stuff along with Metallica, Led Zeppelin and Pink Floyd. If you ever get a chance... GO (Dec 15, Chop Suey, Seattle, hint hint, nudge nudge, saynomore saynomore) Just watching her play makes me go crazy... that percussion slap strumming shit so freakin hard. So unreal its irritating... arghh.. soo good I want to punch a stranger in the face...
If you want to be more impressed how hard it is... watch the tutorial below..
Takeitease...
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Back in my own bed
Again lack of posts while I was in Australia. Surprise surprise, To be honest though, as you all know by now, Im a lazy mo fo, and its extremely "climb mt. everest" difficult to blog when you are in a place like that. Hmm... its no contest comparing between sitting at a computer and typing to screwing around on the beach and enjoying some great cities... no chance, its like a main event of Lennox Lewis vs Manny Pacquiao... Giselle vs Hugo's Girlfiend on Lost .
Im back now though. And I dont think there is anything like actually sleeping in your own bed after being 5 weeks away. And really its a funny thing to say... because its not like ive been sleeping on floors and lodging in hostels.. quite the contrary, as Ive been lucky enough to be running the gamit of quality hotels for over a month, Pan Pacific, Hyatt, Swissotel, etc... which are all freakin amazing with beds the size of wrestling rings, breakfast in bed, flat screen TVs... but still. It might sound idiotic, but it was nice to come back to my own bed, even though its not as comfortable and I dont have maids that clean my room every day anymore. Its mine though and i dont have to live out of a suitcase, which is why it means that much more.
SO... Ozzie trip was kindof a balls up... I set really high expectations for myself by trying to get to Cairns and Brisbane and Whitsundays... none of which actually happened. I got called back to Ireland the moment I arrived in New Zealand, which was a fuckin bummer. oh well, what can you do. Had a whole 4 days of chillin in New Zealand though, between Auckland and Whakatane (which is amazingly pronounced "Fuck-a-tawny", instantly becoming my new favorite city of all time). In some ways the country did depress me a little... in terms of self awareness; everybody there was so freakin fit, running and kayaking and swimming n shit. Geez.. going to bed at 9pm, everyone waking up 6am to go for the morning run.. moms dads grandmas... even kids! I tell ya when I was 12, the last thing I wanted to every do was run. Running was not fun. Id run while playing sports no problem... but the only thing I ever woke up early for was Spiderman and his Amazing Friends.
And Melbourne was class, very impressed with that town, absolutely stunning. In many ways better than Sydney because it had more character and culture. Plus the shopping was gonzo savage. Randy Macho Man Savage. It was that good. And I never ate so WELL. Brilliant restaurant after brilliant restaurant... surprisingly a step up from the already sublime Sydney scene. Nicole would go shit-nuts. And with Rod Laver arena under my belt, I have gone 3 for 4 on the Tennis Majors. Only Flushing Meadows to go...
Not bad for a country of socially confident but concealed pompous lazy jerks. (I kid I kid. Well maybe just a little. The women are lovely)
Im back now though. And I dont think there is anything like actually sleeping in your own bed after being 5 weeks away. And really its a funny thing to say... because its not like ive been sleeping on floors and lodging in hostels.. quite the contrary, as Ive been lucky enough to be running the gamit of quality hotels for over a month, Pan Pacific, Hyatt, Swissotel, etc... which are all freakin amazing with beds the size of wrestling rings, breakfast in bed, flat screen TVs... but still. It might sound idiotic, but it was nice to come back to my own bed, even though its not as comfortable and I dont have maids that clean my room every day anymore. Its mine though and i dont have to live out of a suitcase, which is why it means that much more.
SO... Ozzie trip was kindof a balls up... I set really high expectations for myself by trying to get to Cairns and Brisbane and Whitsundays... none of which actually happened. I got called back to Ireland the moment I arrived in New Zealand, which was a fuckin bummer. oh well, what can you do. Had a whole 4 days of chillin in New Zealand though, between Auckland and Whakatane (which is amazingly pronounced "Fuck-a-tawny", instantly becoming my new favorite city of all time). In some ways the country did depress me a little... in terms of self awareness; everybody there was so freakin fit, running and kayaking and swimming n shit. Geez.. going to bed at 9pm, everyone waking up 6am to go for the morning run.. moms dads grandmas... even kids! I tell ya when I was 12, the last thing I wanted to every do was run. Running was not fun. Id run while playing sports no problem... but the only thing I ever woke up early for was Spiderman and his Amazing Friends.
And Melbourne was class, very impressed with that town, absolutely stunning. In many ways better than Sydney because it had more character and culture. Plus the shopping was gonzo savage. Randy Macho Man Savage. It was that good. And I never ate so WELL. Brilliant restaurant after brilliant restaurant... surprisingly a step up from the already sublime Sydney scene. Nicole would go shit-nuts. And with Rod Laver arena under my belt, I have gone 3 for 4 on the Tennis Majors. Only Flushing Meadows to go...
Not bad for a country of socially confident but concealed pompous lazy jerks. (I kid I kid. Well maybe just a little. The women are lovely)
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