Up and coming...

Paradiso :
dinsdag 7 februari Rogue wave (meeslepende americana poprock) 9,-
dinsdag 21 maart Henry Rollins, 25 years of bullshit 25,-
zaterdag 15 april Black dice (melodieuze noise rock) 10,-

melkweg:
Poppack van februari 40 euro voor 5 concerten (zonder lidm.schap)
zie hier
woensdag 5 april gza/genius vs dj muggs (vette hiphop) 17,-

of whatever you can come up with, monster magnet, therapy?, moet weer live geinjecteerd worden?!

Back to Reality.......or not?

“Dracula Frizzi”’s twin lead brims with gothic opulence that must make Alice Cooper wish he could redo half of his catalog now that he’s been shown the way.
(Review van www.foxydigitalis.com)

Blood Operatives is the third Alvarius B album, and the first since his epic 1998 double LP, Alvarius B. That was strictly a solo affair, but here, he gets some help from brother (and SCG bandmate) Richard Bishop, multi-instrumental wonder Eyvind Kang, and guitarist Tim Young (who turns in a climactic backward guitar solo on "Dracula Frizzi"). Still, the main attractions are Bishop's possessed, multiple-personality vocals and poetic, stream-of-consciousness lyrics.
(review van www.thestranger.com)

Following that theme is the unreal “Dracula Frizzi,” arranged by Bishop from a theme originally written for the film Andy Warhol’s Dracula by Italian film composer Fabio Frizzi. Skillfully and quietly, Bishop chills the proceedings with an atmosphere of romantic horror and dread, done to a level that’s the most serious and deadly show tune you’ve ever heard: “From the blood I take from you / I take your life, I take your dream, I take you too,” he speaks, enunciating every syllable before a storm cloud of electric guitar fills the air with anthemic unease, and at the same time redefining an existing musical moment into his own. (Review van www.DustedMagazine.com)

Als een bloederige Argentijnse steak!
(Bad Attitude Baracus, the lowest ranking member of The A-team)

Luister jezelf

...and maybe while your at it check het hele album.

My dream too

While riding on a train goin' west,

I fell asleep for to take my rest.

I dreamed a dream that made me sad,

Concerning myself and the first few friends I had.

With half-damp eyes I stared to the room

Where my friends and I spent many an afternoon,

Where we together weathered many a storm,

Laughin' and singin' till the early hours of the morn.

By the old wooden stove where our hats was hung,

Our words were told, our songs were sung,

Where we longed for nothin' and were quite satisfied

Talkin' and a-jokin' about the world outside.

With haunted hearts through the heat and cold,

We never thought we could ever get old.

We thought we could sit forever in fun

But our chances really was a million to one.

As easy it was to tell black from white,

It was all that easy to tell wrong from right.

And our choices were few and the thought never hit

That the one road we traveled would ever shatter and split.

How many a year has passed and gone,

And many a gamble has been lost and won,

And many a road taken by many a friend,

And each one I've never seen again.

I wish, I wish, I wish in vain,

That we could sit simply in that room again.

Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat,

I'd give it all gladly if our lives could be like that.

Dias de fiesta

Ons kerstmaal
Uitzicht van de boot.
Miek Muts bij gletsjer
Gezond en wel aan het lokale bier.













Miek enthousiast begonnen aan de klim!
en onder 4 uur later de Torres del Paine zonder Miek

Happy new year! en na feest om 5:45 de straat van Magallanes bij zonsopkomst...