tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202573172011-04-21T23:44:46.525+02:00Rock & Roll Sound SysteMSanchez Santanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18034103639609538421noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20257317.post-1162202303209263452006-10-30T10:50:00.000+01:002006-10-30T10:57:40.614+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5801/2025/1600/DSCF7670.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5801/2025/320/DSCF7670.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><p style="font-style: italic;"><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span></p><p style="font-style: italic;"><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;" >Ho fame della tua bocca, della tua voce, del tuoi capelli<br />e vado per le strade senza nutrirmi, silenzioso,<br />non mi sostiene il pane, l'alba mi sconvolge,<br />cerco il suono liquido dei tuoi piedi nel giorno.</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;" >Sono affamato del tuo riso che scorre,<br />delle tue mani color di furioso granaio,<br />ho fame della pallida pietra delle tue unghie,<br />voglio mangiare la tua pelle come mandorla intatta.</span></p> <p><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;" >Voglio mangiare il fulmine bruciato nella tua bellezza,<br />il naso sovrano dell'aitante volto,<br />voglio mangiare l'ombra fugace delle tue ciglia</span></p> <p style="font-style: italic;"><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;" >e affamato vado e vengo annusando il crepuscolo,<br />cercandoti, cercando il tuo cuore caldo<br />come un puma nella solitudine di Quitratúe.</span></p><span style="font-size:130%;"> P. Neruda</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20257317-116220230320926345?l=elsanchezsantana.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sanchez Santanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18034103639609538421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20257317.post-1144924039037476712006-04-13T12:20:00.000+02:002006-10-30T10:57:40.553+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5801/2025/1600/107741187_662796b606.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5801/2025/200/107741187_662796b606.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />clicca qui <a style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.myspace.com/santanasan">Odyssee</a> e potrai ascoltare il nuovo brano di SantanSan (mio alter ego electro sociopatico).<br />Il brano nasce da una sosta di una settimana al <a style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;" href="http://www.globetrotterhostel.de/">GlobeTrotter Hostel Odyssee</a> a <span style="font-weight: bold;">Berlino</span> con l'<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Anto</span>. Prodotto dalla <a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: webdings;" href="http://castellaro.blogspot.com/">CastellaroCrew</a> , è il primo singolo prodotto dalla Comune di Castellaro.<br />Lascia un commento se hai qualcosa da dire altrimenti <span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">ascoltalo e basta!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20257317-114492403903747671?l=elsanchezsantana.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sanchez Santanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18034103639609538421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20257317.post-1141820112178994792006-03-08T13:13:00.000+01:002006-10-30T10:57:40.497+01:00Here you can find the Official Photo Works of El Sanchez Santana :<br /><br />http://www.flickr.com/photos/17713876@N00/<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20257317-114182011217899479?l=elsanchezsantana.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sanchez Santanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18034103639609538421noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20257317.post-1135771898367455152005-12-28T12:51:00.000+01:002006-10-30T10:57:40.436+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5801/2025/1600/contortions9.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5801/2025/200/contortions9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5801/2025/1600/teenage.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5801/2025/200/teenage.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" >"...Alla fine degli anni ’70 New York downtown è tra le più fertili scene artistiche del momento, un crogiolo di esperie</span><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" >nze tra le più disparate: cinema, danza, scrittura, teatro, musica (influenze punk, garage, funk, free jazz, black music, musica d’avanguardia), arte (con</span><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" > importanti ascendenze warholiane)..."</span><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" >©2005 Antonel</span><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" >lo Comunale e Teresa Greco<br /></span> <span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><br />read the whole </span><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" >article @ </span><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;" ><a href="http://www.sentireascoltare.com/CriticaMusicale/Monografie/nowave.htm"><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" >http://www.sentireascoltare.com/CriticaMusicale/Monografie/nowave.htm</span><br /></a><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5801/2025/1600/mars3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5801/2025/200/mars3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5801/2025/1600/eno.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5801/2025/200/eno.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>"...Welcome to the unwave. I haven't heard so much ferociously avant-garde and aggressively ugly music since Albert Ayler puked all over my brain back in - what? - 64. And like Ayler, who started at the end of his development and then started working his way backward (and eventually jumped into the Hudson River for a permanent swim), this music has no future. But it does have a vindictive present. It's a nihilistic burnt-out last blast of mangled energy that scours the spirit. Its cleansing power that is unreal - spend a few hours with this record and then everything sounds different..."<br />©A review by Richard C. Walls, from Creem, April 1979<br /><br />read the whole article @<br /><a href="http://music.hyperreal.org/artists/brian_eno/interviews/creem79b.html">http://music.hyperreal.org/artists/brian_eno/interviews/creem79b.html</a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5801/2025/1600/NY78.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5801/2025/200/NY78.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >"...and so it was with the avant-garde no wave wing of New York City's punk scene in the late</span><a style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5801/2025/1600/%7Elounge_1981.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5801/2025/200/%7Elounge_1981.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" > '70s. The small coterie of bands (as institutionalized on Brian Eno's No New York compilation, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Mars, the Contortions and DNA) that formed a rebellion inside the greater rebellion pulled like an undertow against the hipster punk rock realm, instantly belittling into relative mundanity those who had rejected mainstream music only to accept its ingenious Bowery variants. The distance from ELP's uber-technique to Talking Heads' tensed weirdness telescoped to an inch when measured against Arto Lindsay's frenzied guitar scrabblings and incomprehensible yelps..."</span><br /> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >©Ira Robbins / Mark Fleischmann / Robert Payes<br /><br /></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;">read the whole article at </span><a style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.trouserpress.com/entry.php?a=dna">http://www.trouserpress.com/entry.php?a=dna</a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5801/2025/1600/dna.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5801/2025/200/dna.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Photo Gallery & Bio &amp; more @ <a href="http://nowave.pair.com/no_wave/">http://nowave.pair.com/no_wave/</a><br /><br /><br />Consigli/Suggestions<br />No New York - Antilles<br />NEW YORK NOISE - souljazzrecords<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20257317-113577189836745515?l=elsanchezsantana.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sanchez Santanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18034103639609538421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20257317.post-1135764025397291672005-12-28T10:56:00.000+01:002006-10-30T10:57:40.379+01:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5801/2025/1600/huvin_T2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5801/2025/200/huvin_T2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div> <div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" >Buongiorno</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"> <span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-style: italic;">siete liberi di</span> </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;" >ESSERE</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"> <span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-style: italic;">siete liberi di</span> </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;" >NON ESSERE</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/17713876@N00/sets/1678837/show/"><br /></a></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20257317-113576402539729167?l=elsanchezsantana.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sanchez Santanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18034103639609538421noreply@blogger.com0