Introducing: rendezvous

08Feb10

 

Do you like to discover new bands, listen to new sounds, and maybe become obsessed with new tunes? Well I do.You all know I’m a big fan of music, and I’m interested in anything about it. So today I’m going to do something unusual, and introduce to you a two pieces band called Rendezvous.

Rendezvous is an instrumental and experimental two piece band with retro sounds and contemporary ideas.

Rendezvous gets its name from the venture of Itai Simon and Hagai Izenberg, that created the band in 2003 trying to find interesting ways to capture the imagination of hungry minds and ears everywhere, as their MySpace’s page tells.

One year later, they released their first EP that crowned the band “Rendezvous”. This proyect, a collaboration with other artists, was a complete succes gave them the push to start their fist album, which is now being mixed in London by Dave Bascombe (this producer worked already with bands like the talented Depeche Mode). Currently they’re still working with him.

They recently uploaded a new video to their YouTube channel, improvising on Blues In Space during a recording break. They describe it as a nostalgic moment and I can’t do nothing but agree with their words since they have all it takes to capture you, surround you with their sound and get you interest during the whole process. I honestly encourage you to listen to it.

Rendezvous‘ support is getting bigger and stronger day by day, and you could take a tour through their websites and listen to their songs.

They are active members on many social networks, follow them on:

MySpace, Facebook, Youtube, ReverbNation, iLike and Twitter. Or visit Rendezvous’ main website for more.

I truly think that this band will keep on growing as fast as they are doing right now and I really hope that a prescious future is awaiting them, since I find their music interesting, entertaining, fresh and new.

All I can say is that they are a higly recommended band and I’ll certainly keep you informed regarding their upcoming album.


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Hanging Clothes

31Dec09

This is one of many collaborations you will see. Me and my friend German decided to collaborate after I wrote this little story that came up from nowhere (actually, when I was hanging clothes), so he decided to illustrate it.  Here’s the result!

Backgrounds from endless stories lie in the backyards.
From this static and deserted town.
The only noise is the one of a ball
bouncing on the firm cement floor.
I hang the clothes as it rains
They’re already soaked, anyway.
I wonder what’s the reason behind the cloud’s crying
why are they flooding the streets, what brings them sorrow.
Transparent drops bathe the garments
Piercing them, becoming part of them
melting their colours, heavy, start to fall.
They kiss the wet ground, giving life to multicoloured shapes
Outlining what they’re not able to tell.
Their voices can’t be heard in the distance.
All the colours start turning black
Making my feet dirty, already sunk long ago.
Exhausted, not even the hangers can hold the weight of their guilt
and start to give up.
How am I supposed to pick up all the clothes?
How to avoid their doom in the awaiting black hell
I see them fall and burn in this dark cold ocean
Without being able to fight against a sticky guilty feeling.
I’d like to reach the sky, and dry their tears
With what I have left.
Wet and confused rags.

Go check out the original here http://artcova.deviantart.com/art/Hanging-Clothes-148087745 :) in his account!


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Lluvia

31Dec09

Solían mencionar que al anochecer todo era placido.
En aquel parque, un frígido invierno en mis recuerdos.
Indiferentes eran las noches, opacas y sin sentido,
Ya que nada ocurría.
Solo el pasar del tiempo.
Pero he aprendido a observar.
Me atreví a volver a ese frágil lugar
Un asiento allí esperándome, frío e impasible.
Al levantar la mirada, otro mundo frente a mis ojos.
Ante mi una mesa de picnic, para las calidas tardes de verano,
Y los diálogos en un almuerzo.
Puedo ver como la lluvia castiga la madera,
Mientras sujeto mi paraguas, para no ser golpeada.
Esa lluvia ha derramado gotas de aflicción en el verde de estos parques.
Colma los hormigueros la atroz y límpida agua.
Pedidos de ayuda me invaden,
Sin embargo no hay suficientes palabras de desconsuelo.

Gente malhumorada tras las ventanas de sus hogares.
Ellos no sufren, ellos no se ahogan.
Si solo pudieran oír el lamento de las hormigas!
O sufrir esa misma tortura.
Estarían ellos agradecidos por su suerte,
O seria esta solo una trágica noticia mas?
Es ahí que llega el enérgico viento,
Que con sus alas de brisa abraza el momento, llevándose las penas.
Ese viento impetuoso que todo esfuma.

Me encontraba en ese mismo lugar, con el sol a lo lejos.
En el mismo asiento,
Con un absurdo paraguas en mi mano.


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TOC

31Dec09

Capaz de crear mi dolor sin saberlo.
Soy un alma sin frenos.
Incapaz de detenerme en frente a los riesgos, a su vez listos para hacerse llamar tragedias.

Me dejo llevar por los impulsos.
Es una necesidad irrefrenable que raramente te abandona.
Es un atracón a escondidas de emociones retorcidas.
Planeado asiduamente, solitario y culpable pero a su vez efímero y raudo.

La paciencia mata o salva, según como se juega.
De repente me encuentro en una habitación vasta y llena de grietas.
Menudas sogas cuelgan desde el techo, sujetando imágenes que no desconozco, pero que aun no he vivido.
Terminado el ritual las cuerdas desisten, y las imágenes se rompen en mil pedazos, bruscamente, a toda velocidad.

Asustada las evito, pero mis piernas ceden, tratando que yo tome conciencia.
Me encuentro en el piso que se derrumba lentamente.
Mis brazos duelen cuando intento arrastrarme hacia la salida.
En el piso dibujo las líneas de tu figura, para contarte sobre mi lamentable y arriesgado viaje.
Para que puedas levantarme y no dejar que me desprenda.
Pero mi garganta se seca y no puedo hablar, las palabras se esconden dentro de mi.
Me esfuerzo pero me apuñalan desde adentro, haciéndome renunciar.
Son mil noches de porqués, pensando bajo las sabanas, que me envuelven y me ocultan.

Con una dosis de ilusión lucho.
Con melancolía y una dosis de furia me doy cuenta que mis deseos son ilógicos.


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TAB

31Dec09

It appears like a function.
Who surrounds me assists.
I act, involuntarily.

First act: Mania.
The pleasant part of the representation.
The audience laughs, they even get excited with the acting.
What I feel is not different
A strange glorification seizes me, followed by a moment of unthinkable activity and almost non-existent control.
Fleeting ideas cross my mind, they come and go incessantly, anxious.
This electrochemical disorder overwhelms me unconsciously with euphoria, neverthless, I know it’s not going to last.

Second act: Hypomania.
After this introduction, the so awaited entertainment arrives.
The creative moment, but as well calm, slow.
The impetus stays alive, spilling through my veins.
I write, sing, and laugh.
Without even knowing I pause, and ponder; The curtains close for a moment, adapting to what follows next.

Third act: Depression.
My interest suddenly decreases. I no longer want to remain in the scenery.
I feel worn-out and unable to concentrate, and it makes me feel at fault, since my self-esteem has escaped and I can’t manage to find it.
It’s tangible that it has gone, together with my good cheer and hunger.
Crumble under my eyes any hope everytime that macabre ideas make it across through my ears, choking me up with throe and disquiet.

Final act: Control.
Once finished with the previous act, the audience forsakens me surprised and wistful because of this unexpected disorder.
That’s how the final act begins:
A demented need of confinement and be left with nothing.
Make mind go blank and don’t think. Closing my eyes.
This mania concludes in an intense abaissement,  so then it can retire and come back in a near future.
However, without a date, without a place.

It never ceases to be, the most spontaneous function of all.


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Winter – Inverno

28Oct09
Another writing, another entry.  The original text is in italian, so I’ll post both in this entry, though. Enjoy!
Waiting for your opinions.
Arrived the winter everything loses it’s colour.
The autumn flowers retire for their well deserved rest, and the firewood gets ready for what is going to be, it’s working season.

On the trees snowflakes pose gently, relaxed and ingenuous, already knowing that when the sun will come, it all will be over.
They prefer to forget that moment, so slow and filled with anguish, the one who will put end to their long roads.

In this cold night my fears don’t freeze, hardly breathes my soul, searching for a way to escape.

If I knew how to react, I would not hesitate and with all my strenght I would do it, serene and confident, as I know I have been.
However, not being able to remember how it feels.

Drag me out of the dark depression, that surrounds and suffocates me under the moonlight.
Like the beams that hit brutally these trees, covered by white sheets.

Carry me to the spring, and let me see the flowers bloom.

 
 
And now in italian:
 
Arrivato l’inverno tutto perde il suo colore.
I fiori dell’autunno si ritirano per il loro meritato riposo, e la legna si prepara per quella che sarà la sua stagione di lavoro.

Sugli alberi si posano delicatamente fiocchi di neve.
Ingenui e spensierati, già sapendo che all’arrivare del sole tutto sarà finito.
Essi preferiscono dimenticare quel momento, così lento e pieno d’angoscia, che segnerà la fine del loro percorso.

In questa fredda notte le mie paure non si congelano.
Respira con difficoltà la mia anima, cercando una via d’uscita.

Se sapessi come reagire non esiterei e contutte le mie forze lo farei, tranquilla e sicura come so di esserlo stata, eppure non riuscendo a ricordare come ci si sente.

Trascinami via dall’oscura depressione che mi avvolge e mi soffoca sotto la luce della luna.
Come i raggi che colpiscono bruscamente questi nostri alberi, coperti dalle bianche lenzuola.

Portami verso la primavera, e fammi vedere i fiori sbocciare.


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My Alphabet

06Oct09

A – Agony: Exactly what I feel every minute of my life.

B – Beat: Of my heart getting weak and slower as time goes by

C – Cry: Thousand of tears I’ve already shed.

D – Damage: Something that my soul can’t take no more.

E – Expectations: About everything but not everyone.

F – False: Theories, attitudes that put end to my confidence.

G – Game: Is what we play everyday with our lives.

H – Hate: Sometimes is better than love.

I – Intense: Is how I want this life to be.

J – Joke: When you less expect it, it’s not.

K – Karma: Is what guides me.

L – Lies: Follow and surround me everywhere I go.

M – Madness: Is the only way to let go

N – Need: Of something new, of something better.

O – Oxygen: Is not all I need to keep going.

P – Pain: Makes you really understand how far you can go.

Q – Quotes: Hard to forget, even if we want to delete them from our minds.

R – Regret: Brings you nothing but depression.

S – Suicide: Quickest way to answer all your questions.

T – Trying: Is what you stop doing when you’re afraid of failing.

U – Uncertain: Nowadays everything is, depends on you how you change it.

V – Vendetta: Shows us a different type of happiness.

W – Withdraw: Every little spine from your heart.

X – X-ray: You want to use them to see how broken your soul is.

Y – Yell: To yourself about your actions and regrets.

Z – Zoo: Because people acts like animals.


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Daughter.

24Sep09

I remember late evenings talking about cars and tastes we shared
You used to laugh with me and hold my hand tight
You said you loved me very much,
I was happy when we spent time together
And sad when you told me those stories about your childhood
But all that is now gone and I want to forget

So don’t call me daughter when everything you do is to hurt me (Or hurt us)
And I am not wasting any more time believing in what you say (Because they’re all lies)
Do you even deserve that I write you this song?
I say no.. but I need to let go

Is it true that time changes people, or is this the real you?
I am afraid so.
You said “Sorry daughter for what I’ve done, I promise you this will surely change”
So tell me why is this now even worse, I lost all my hope.

Don’t call me daughter while you hurt me..
Tears fall on this sheet I write on, making my words fade away..
But not my memories.

You were always strong for me and and taught me how to be as well.
But now you broke me into pieces
and I don’t know how to mend it.
Do you even deserve that I write you this song?
I say no.. but I need to let go.


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Mirror.

24Sep09

Another song, another story. My mind is talking a lot lately, can’t do nothing about it :) Let me know if you like it.

Something shining, something strong
That’s a mirror;
Round, shaped, still the same
That’s the mirror I will observe.

All I see is my own aspect, same thing I see everyday
And I can’t help it but ask myself why
I can’t choose what to watch

‘Cause if I could I’d like to see
Something but this boring face
Oceans, lands or the blue sky
Or either what is on my mind
So I just beg you one small thing:
Please stop showing me.. to me.

I need a place big enough for me
To get lost and escape from it
And I’ll go back to you and see what adventure is expecting me
But please please please.. don’t display me.

And I don’t want this to ever end
Or I will have to find a way
To seek for the new and get surprised
So mr. Mirror what I ask you is:
Please stop showing me..
To me.


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Stranger

22Sep09

Sometimes I can’t remember
What time wants me to
I feel like a little ant
Looking for what’s known to me, in a huge foreign place

And this feeling just won’t go away
So I ask myself:
What if I forget everything?
Would you remind me who I am?
Would you tell me what you see?
You’re not a stranger to me.

All this little melodies I retain in my head
That I sing with my voice, weak and afraid
They give me feelings I tried before, but they have no name to me
And I feel like a note written by mistake
Out of time and space

And this feeling just won’t go away
So I ask myself:
What if I forget everything?
Would you remind me who I am?
Would you tell me what you see?
You’re not a stranger to me.

And whenever I need help, can I still call you?
So I know I can count on you.
Will you tell me that we had some laughs together?
Even if you’re not a stranger, I don’t want to forget that.

And this feeling vanishes slowly
Like a drawing on the sand when the high tide comes
But I ask myself:
Would you remember me who I am everyday?
Would you still take care of me?
I can do nothing but hope so.

Written a couple of nights ago.


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