For many, my musical tastes are complicated, but I think especially for me. And so am a bit of a closed gradually had to open their ears, over forces that desire.
Ever hear of a musician who I respect very much "that the rock we choose," that is, we do not choose to be rockers, gender is for us and leads us anywhere. If so, sometimes had prayed that Mr. Rock (which certainly has kills) also had chosen to others with whom I live.
Not that I like other music, I enjoy jazz, Cuban music, the beautiful ska, bolero and more ... but what really set the pace of my life is the rock, what we do, so is the Matuda.
But in my life I had to swim against the tide, I spent years fighting Timbiriche albums and my brother Luis Miguel Edgar and now book incomprehensible battle against Alfredo Intocable materials, my younger brother. Okay!, Intocable becomes cool (there are even songs that I know), but sometimes not conceive without a keg over and stable emotional situations. With Daniel I had no problems.
Ari likes salsa, cumbia and other rhythms not qualified as my favorite. Of course I like amorísimo boyfriend have an open ear to their records, and in fact she has done to my music, even enjoyed great concert with me and share the love of The Cure.
The problem is that when I come to a party, nightclub or similar, I have to mainline for hours (very long) of music that gets me, and worse, when I ask to my album, or throw me to the plane where an individual cabin DJ is created (just push play), to ask for something that has less than a distorted guitar, they see me as a weirdo who walks fart (by the way, do not go to Asha ...).
The worst is when you get to a bar that says rock and 12:00 pm, like Cinderella, just the charm and sound "snail soup" (I thought I had left the obligatory list of parties .
So, determined as I am, I ask your understanding in this individual who has suffered discrimination in many ways musical, at last, as my friend Lalocura, I demand only what I offer ... that's a tall order.
(By the way, if you use boots is not bad because we of the feet)
Ever hear of a musician who I respect very much "that the rock we choose," that is, we do not choose to be rockers, gender is for us and leads us anywhere. If so, sometimes had prayed that Mr. Rock (which certainly has kills) also had chosen to others with whom I live.
Not that I like other music, I enjoy jazz, Cuban music, the beautiful ska, bolero and more ... but what really set the pace of my life is the rock, what we do, so is the Matuda.
But in my life I had to swim against the tide, I spent years fighting Timbiriche albums and my brother Luis Miguel Edgar and now book incomprehensible battle against Alfredo Intocable materials, my younger brother. Okay!, Intocable becomes cool (there are even songs that I know), but sometimes not conceive without a keg over and stable emotional situations. With Daniel I had no problems.
Ari likes salsa, cumbia and other rhythms not qualified as my favorite. Of course I like amorísimo boyfriend have an open ear to their records, and in fact she has done to my music, even enjoyed great concert with me and share the love of The Cure.
The problem is that when I come to a party, nightclub or similar, I have to mainline for hours (very long) of music that gets me, and worse, when I ask to my album, or throw me to the plane where an individual cabin DJ is created (just push play), to ask for something that has less than a distorted guitar, they see me as a weirdo who walks fart (by the way, do not go to Asha ...).
The worst is when you get to a bar that says rock and 12:00 pm, like Cinderella, just the charm and sound "snail soup" (I thought I had left the obligatory list of parties .
So, determined as I am, I ask your understanding in this individual who has suffered discrimination in many ways musical, at last, as my friend Lalocura, I demand only what I offer ... that's a tall order.
(By the way, if you use boots is not bad because we of the feet)
