6:00 am

Una manana en casa, a la salida de la bruma matutina,

he dispuesto mi boca al sabor del cafe,

en la helada de un invierno donde no estuviste.

Music:Noise Revival Orchestra

I live in Denton, Texas, surounded  by two major universities, TWU and UNT, since i am done with college in this town there not a lot to do, coffeeshops and wine stores are my thing, but you can find some student bars, creepy and crappy places to hang out if you like to pick up some chicks, dress informal, and not spend more than 20 bucks. Cheap drinks there always a good thing, drink a beer for anickle, and get waisted with less than a dollar. Probably the best place on town for live music is a bar close to downtown ’square’ call Haileys, a small and dark room with two bars and a set. Well yesterday my girl decided to make a change, we didn’t go to Dallas and expend 150 like any other night. (thanks god cause im dead broke)

We show up arround eleven, it wasn’t crowded, kind of weird, we get in, a band was playing some cover of coldplay, always a good noise to chill; even i dont know a lot about about music or the escene, you can tell when a band is good or not. Well this one doesn’t have a future on the market, when you already have stain, swichfoot, coldplay, radiohead, etc on the same category.

By the time they finish and the sencond band was taking places, everybody start taking off, no more than a few people stick together to listen this band from Austin, TX. call Noise Survival Orchestra. I was shocked how in such a huge comunity of musicians nobody show up, considering UNT has an amazing curriculum for Music and Arts. Singers like Norah Jones came from this school.

Well to make it short and less borring this guys are pretty good, 10 musicians  playing percussion, piano, trompets, trombone, guitar, bass, flaute and two lead singers start playing, I was without breathe, in silence drinking a beer, taking pictures with my cellphone like a tourist. I though was a mix of White Stripes, the beggining of Led Zeppelin remembering the album with London Symphony (pretty hard to find by the way), pink floyd and some others. Of course thats my own opinnion and im not an expert. The true is they have influences from bands in my entire life a hear about.

By the end i aproach to Nathan lead singer and guitar, just to tell him how impress i was and asking for a CD, Demo, whatever; they don’t have one yet, what hey have is a blog on myspace. Yesterday was a good night, the last song poor tears from a lot of people, with a notorius Celtic chorus untill the end.

Just check this out.

www.myspace.com/thenoiserevival

Nicotina

Mis padres fueron fumadores, tambien mis mentores,

creci entre amigos, pandillas, un parque, un colegio de botados

y una madrastra arrivista.

No recuerdo la ultima vez que no toci al prender un cigarrillo,

ese golpe pulmonar que provoca suspiros, ahogos y demas;

Hace 13 anos adquiri la costumbre, una moneria de nino,

un agazajo en la juventud, un dilema en la pubertdad,

una gran necesidad en tertulias de amigo.

Compania del artista, del caminante “vago”,

del compulsivo analista, del escritor,

de un asonador haciendo el amor,

el ritual del fumador es una impresion que cautiva.

Abrir un paquete, desenvolverlo como una mujer,

sentir el aroma, saborearlo en la boca,

prender un cerillo y dejarlo correr;

el primer suspiro, la primera jalada;

es una mujer desnuda sobre la cama esperando ser amada.

Fiel amiga, amante de labios,

de abrazos blancos, de palabras mudas,

companera de pasiones y desencantos.

Soy un idealista, un fumador de muchas palabras

y admiro los silencios,

soy amante del cafe, los libros, el arte y sus delicias,

NICOTICA, es una fiel seguidora de mis implacables historias.

Animales Solitarios

Somos amantes/ lo fuimos….

vagamos bajo los mismo estandartes y sucumbimos

naufragos en un amor inexistente,

en una novela sin final;

y retorcimos nuestros amores usando antifaces,

nos perdimos en ese habito de la vida,

donde la vejez a edad prematura ha desgastado la palabra;

y olvidamos quien somos, a donde fuimos

y la esperanza de un sueno que la enfermedad ha negado.

Vivimos la ausencia,

una monotona, no mas alegre compania,

juntos practicamos las rebeldias de un destino que nos hace punto y parte.

y nos rendimos en la distancia de una verdad absoluta; el desamor

no somos complices, no veteranos,

somos dos animales cautivos en una sola celda.

Soledad.

Ausencia

…es un amiga que no posterga citas,

no regala caricias, tampoco promulga

cantares e insultos a viva voz.

Perpetua se recuesta en mis palpitares,

me habla atraves de los silencios,

oscilando entre espejos

y endulza los espacios que dejaste

el dia que te fuiste.