Algo que siempre me ha gustado es la habilidad de un artista de tomar una canción de otra artista y cantarla en su estilo único. No estoy hablando de esos artistas que solo toman partes de otras canciones sin dar creadito al artista original. Estoy hablando acerca de bandas que solo por el puro amor a la música "cover" canciones que nos transportan a otro tiempo o a otro tipo de música.
Me gustaría compartir con ustedes algunas de mis "covers" favoritas y otras que he encontrado recientemente y me han encantado. ¡Déjenme saber que les parece!
Something I have always liked is a band’s ability to take another artist’s song and sing it in their own unique style. I am not talking about those bands that sample parts of other songs without even giving credit to the original artist. I am talking about bands that out of their pure love of music cover songs that can transport us to another time or to another genre of music.
I would like to share with you all some of my favorite covers and others that I have found recently and I loved. Let me know what you think!
Jaula de Oro: Julieta Venegas (Original: Los Tigres del Norte)
La Negra Tomasa: Caifanes (Original: Compay Segundo)
Dancing Days: Stone Temple Pilots (Original:Led Zeppelin)
Hotel California: Panteon Rococo (Original: The Eagles)
La Bamba: Ska-P (Original: Cancion Tradicional de Veracruz)
Girls Just Wanna Have Fun: Ska-P (Original: Cindy Lauper)
Ring of Fire: Social Distortion (Original: Johnny Cash)
Hurt: Johnny Cash (Original: Nine Inch Nails)
Rock el Casbah: Rachid Taha (Original: The Clash)
Showing posts with label panteón rococo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label panteón rococo. Show all posts
Friday, May 29, 2009
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
panteón es la dosis perfecta
hmmm...so que pasó con el video de pachuquita? well, in the meantime...
la carencia : panteón rococo
la dosis perfecta : panteón rococo
cover, 2005 compilation which includes la carencia
you know, there are some moments where you think, this just would not happen in english. songs are often like that i guess, but i always think that when i see la carencia & la dosis perfecta performed live. at shows those are the 2 most beloved pantéon rococo songs, and everyone shouts the lyrics very fast very loud when they are played. and in english it just would not work. though fairly translate-able, i cannot imagine la carencia, a song about accumulation by dispossession, being quite so melodic & catchy and getting that same amount of love in english. "... y en el mundo globalizadooo, la gente pobre no tienen lugaaaar... y la carencia ¡arriba! y los salarios ¡abajo!" (and in the globalized world, poor people are left without a place ... the deprivation goes up! and the wages go down!). jeje, divertidiiisima! the song, not the accumulation by dispossession.
de esas que abrazan la tierra con su luz
y hoy me llamas y me dices
que empacas tu presencia
que has hecho las maletas
que hoy dices adios
despues de romper el cielo juntos,
esa forma tan tuya de hacer el amor y estallar al llegar
no, no puedo aceptar que hoy te vayas
y me dejes un cuarto de mil batallas
cobrarte yo no quiero, no quiero cobrarme
sólo quiero que tú te quedes aquí, yeh yeh yeh
hoy mi cuerpo necesita de ti saber
que la dosis perfecta esta en tus caderas
en tus besos, tu sonrisa, tu cabello y ese cuerpo que me erizaaaaa
hoy mi alma sabe que estás bien
pero tú dime, tú dime quien
estará para aliviar mi dolor
si ya no estas tú.
this song i will not attempt to translate because 1. it wouldn't be adequate; english is too un-accommodating and 2. even just reading over the words that i copied & pasted there makes me blush. but same as la carencia, i love seeing hundreds (a thousand?) of people shouting these lyrics so urgently at the tops of their lungs. it amuses me because the words are after all a very lovely and poetic contemplation of the intricacies of desire & absence. they go nicely with the shouting though. hurray for el rock en español!
for the friday night may first show, panteón waited until the encore to play both la carencia and la dosis perfecta one after the other. by the time they finally came up all hell broke loose on the dancefloor. well there was this split second of calm, which was almost graceful, and then you blinked and then everything went flying everywhere (cerveza in my hair again)... kind of like between the gang fight scene in west side story and a riot. well worth the price of admission ;)
la carencia : panteón rococo
la dosis perfecta : panteón rococo
cover, 2005 compilation which includes la carencia
you know, there are some moments where you think, this just would not happen in english. songs are often like that i guess, but i always think that when i see la carencia & la dosis perfecta performed live. at shows those are the 2 most beloved pantéon rococo songs, and everyone shouts the lyrics very fast very loud when they are played. and in english it just would not work. though fairly translate-able, i cannot imagine la carencia, a song about accumulation by dispossession, being quite so melodic & catchy and getting that same amount of love in english. "... y en el mundo globalizadooo, la gente pobre no tienen lugaaaar... y la carencia ¡arriba! y los salarios ¡abajo!" (and in the globalized world, poor people are left without a place ... the deprivation goes up! and the wages go down!). jeje, divertidiiisima! the song, not the accumulation by dispossession.
and then la dosis perfecta, oh man. there are i think two types of songs that panteón does best: songs about working class resistance & songs about tormented love. la carencia is the first and la dosis perfecta the second.
cuando veíamos estrellas y tu eras una de ellasde esas que abrazan la tierra con su luz
y hoy me llamas y me dices
que empacas tu presencia
que has hecho las maletas
que hoy dices adios
despues de romper el cielo juntos,
esa forma tan tuya de hacer el amor y estallar al llegar
no, no puedo aceptar que hoy te vayas
y me dejes un cuarto de mil batallas
cobrarte yo no quiero, no quiero cobrarme
sólo quiero que tú te quedes aquí, yeh yeh yeh
hoy mi cuerpo necesita de ti saber
que la dosis perfecta esta en tus caderas
en tus besos, tu sonrisa, tu cabello y ese cuerpo que me erizaaaaa
hoy mi alma sabe que estás bien
pero tú dime, tú dime quien
estará para aliviar mi dolor
si ya no estas tú.
this song i will not attempt to translate because 1. it wouldn't be adequate; english is too un-accommodating and 2. even just reading over the words that i copied & pasted there makes me blush. but same as la carencia, i love seeing hundreds (a thousand?) of people shouting these lyrics so urgently at the tops of their lungs. it amuses me because the words are after all a very lovely and poetic contemplation of the intricacies of desire & absence. they go nicely with the shouting though. hurray for el rock en español!
for the friday night may first show, panteón waited until the encore to play both la carencia and la dosis perfecta one after the other. by the time they finally came up all hell broke loose on the dancefloor. well there was this split second of calm, which was almost graceful, and then you blinked and then everything went flying everywhere (cerveza in my hair again)... kind of like between the gang fight scene in west side story and a riot. well worth the price of admission ;)
Thursday, March 5, 2009
red star, hammer & sickle
image : ezln flag
estrella roja : panteón rococo
llevo en mi playera una estrella roja
igual no creo que sea una moda
tome la bandera que tu abandonaste
sali a la calle y tu te quedaste...
**
i wear on my shirt a red star
anyway i know it's not the fashion
i took up the flag that you abandoned
i took to the streets & you stayed behind...
jaja ;) that image is from toothpaste for dinner.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
1968 : no se olvida
today marks 40 years since the tlatelolco massacre in mexico city.
ten days before the 1968 olympic games opened in their city 15,000 students, workers, and their families filled the streets chanting ¡no queremos olimpiadas, queremos revolución! / we don't want the olympics, we want a revolution! the protest came after months of strikes and other popular actions, and was a direct response to the mexican army's occupation of unam, la universidad nacional "autónoma" de méxico. the march ended with approximately 10,000 people assembled in the plaza de las tres culturas in tlatelolco, and the mexican government sent in its army and police forces behind them. as night began to fall, the armed forces surrounded the plaza. then they opened fire indiscriminately on those who had gathered, hitting with live ammunition hundreds of unarmed men, women, and children who were trying to flee. the chaos and killing lasted hours. neighbors in the adjacent apartment buildings opened their homes to hide students, and police responded by spraying the buildings with bullets and tearing them apart all night looking for young dissidents. in addition to the killings, the military and police arrested, tortured, and disappeared countless people on october 2nd and in the surrounding days, including most of the student movement leadership. while the government is widely believed to have kept records of the number of people arrested, detained, and killed, accurate numbers have yet to be officially released.
here's a song, one of many, about that day:
nada pasó : panteón rococo
and compilation of fotos from la noche de tlatelolco, by beloved mexican writer elena poniatowska:
**
more about mexico 1968...
articles in the current proceso : testimonies from roberta avendaño martínez "la tita" & ignacia "nacha" rodríguez
article in today's la jornada
article in today's l.a. times
article in today's página 12
permanent unam commemoration exhibit
extensive foto archive and reports at el universal
fotos taken by a government photographer and leaked to el mundo in 2001
national security archive report
ten days before the 1968 olympic games opened in their city 15,000 students, workers, and their families filled the streets chanting ¡no queremos olimpiadas, queremos revolución! / we don't want the olympics, we want a revolution! the protest came after months of strikes and other popular actions, and was a direct response to the mexican army's occupation of unam, la universidad nacional "autónoma" de méxico. the march ended with approximately 10,000 people assembled in the plaza de las tres culturas in tlatelolco, and the mexican government sent in its army and police forces behind them. as night began to fall, the armed forces surrounded the plaza. then they opened fire indiscriminately on those who had gathered, hitting with live ammunition hundreds of unarmed men, women, and children who were trying to flee. the chaos and killing lasted hours. neighbors in the adjacent apartment buildings opened their homes to hide students, and police responded by spraying the buildings with bullets and tearing them apart all night looking for young dissidents. in addition to the killings, the military and police arrested, tortured, and disappeared countless people on october 2nd and in the surrounding days, including most of the student movement leadership. while the government is widely believed to have kept records of the number of people arrested, detained, and killed, accurate numbers have yet to be officially released.
here's a song, one of many, about that day:
nada pasó : panteón rococo
and compilation of fotos from la noche de tlatelolco, by beloved mexican writer elena poniatowska:
**
more about mexico 1968...
articles in the current proceso : testimonies from roberta avendaño martínez "la tita" & ignacia "nacha" rodríguez
article in today's la jornada
article in today's l.a. times
article in today's página 12
permanent unam commemoration exhibit
extensive foto archive and reports at el universal
fotos taken by a government photographer and leaked to el mundo in 2001
national security archive report
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
la carencia
so infuriating, this golden-parachute-for-the-ruling-class mierda. puros blood-sucking ladrones they are.
and considering the relentless rise in world food prices, now seems as good a time as any to post this video for la carencia by panteón rococo...
por la mañana yo me levanto
no me dan ganas de ir a trabajar
subo a la combi y voy observando
que toda la gente comienza a pasar
por la avenida va circulando
el alma obrera de mi ciudad
gente que siempre esta trabajando
y su descanso lo ocupa pa´soñar
después de ocho horas de andar laborando
desesperanza se siente en el hogar
pues con la friega que hay a diario
ya no alcanza pa´ progresar
y así han pasado decenas de años
pues en un mundo globalizado
la gente pobre no tiene lugar
y la carencia ¡arriba! y los salarios ¡abajo!
con lo que gano en esta empresa no me alcanza pa´tragar
y la carencia ¡arriba! y los salarios ¡abajo!
y yo le digo a mi teresa no me voy a resignar
y la carencia ¡arriba! y los salarios ¡abajo!
con lo que gano en esta empresa no me alcanza pa´tragar
y la carencia ¡arriba! y los salarios ¡abajo!
y yo le digo a mi teresa vente vamos a bailar…
**
in the morning i get up
i don't feel like going to work
i get on the combi and observe
all the people starting to go by
through the avenue circulating
is the workers' heart of my city
the people who are always laboring
and whose rest is full of dreaming
after eight hours spent working
hopelessness affects the home
they get screwed daily
and can't catch up to progress
and like that the decades have passed
so in a globalized world
there's no room for the poor
the deprivation... up! and the wages... down!
what i make at this company isn't even enough for a drink
the deprivation... up! and the wages... down!
and i tell my teresa i'm not going to quit
the deprivation... up! and the wages... down!
what i make at this company isn't even enough for a drink
the deprivation... up! and the wages... down!
and i tell my teresa, come on let's go dancing...
and considering the relentless rise in world food prices, now seems as good a time as any to post this video for la carencia by panteón rococo...
por la mañana yo me levanto
no me dan ganas de ir a trabajar
subo a la combi y voy observando
que toda la gente comienza a pasar
por la avenida va circulando
el alma obrera de mi ciudad
gente que siempre esta trabajando
y su descanso lo ocupa pa´soñar
después de ocho horas de andar laborando
desesperanza se siente en el hogar
pues con la friega que hay a diario
ya no alcanza pa´ progresar
y así han pasado decenas de años
pues en un mundo globalizado
la gente pobre no tiene lugar
y la carencia ¡arriba! y los salarios ¡abajo!
con lo que gano en esta empresa no me alcanza pa´tragar
y la carencia ¡arriba! y los salarios ¡abajo!
y yo le digo a mi teresa no me voy a resignar
y la carencia ¡arriba! y los salarios ¡abajo!
con lo que gano en esta empresa no me alcanza pa´tragar
y la carencia ¡arriba! y los salarios ¡abajo!
y yo le digo a mi teresa vente vamos a bailar…
**
in the morning i get up
i don't feel like going to work
i get on the combi and observe
all the people starting to go by
through the avenue circulating
is the workers' heart of my city
the people who are always laboring
and whose rest is full of dreaming
after eight hours spent working
hopelessness affects the home
they get screwed daily
and can't catch up to progress
and like that the decades have passed
so in a globalized world
there's no room for the poor
the deprivation... up! and the wages... down!
what i make at this company isn't even enough for a drink
the deprivation... up! and the wages... down!
and i tell my teresa i'm not going to quit
the deprivation... up! and the wages... down!
what i make at this company isn't even enough for a drink
the deprivation... up! and the wages... down!
and i tell my teresa, come on let's go dancing...
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