ARMA CONFLICT '67 filming Tropic Thunder 2 in Hawaii (re uploaded) (1080 COPY) (2024)

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Jefferson Airplane DISCOGRAFIA (BOOTLEGS) 21 GB parcialmente editada

Os recomiendo usar Qbittorrent para bajar tanta obra maestra (solo bootlegs) la discografia de estudio tambien la tengo muy completa pero es que ayer un estudiante de musicologia una universidad australiana me escribio un correo solicitando informacion y archivos de un determinado concierto de los Airplane, asi de paso y con un poco de suerte consegui subir mi discografia bootleg entera (flac y mp3) probablemente la discografia en directo mas completa de los airplane que hay en la red. Es una locura muchos de estos archivos estan practicamente ripeados de la cinta original sin más y sin editar jamas 

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1968.10.28 Fillmore                                                                  

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1965.11.06 Calliope Warehouse, San Francisco, CA                                    

1966.07.22 Avalon                                                                    

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1967.05.19 Men's Gym Cal State Polytechnic College, San Luis Obispo, CA (Love To All)

1967.06.16 Fantasy Fayre, Devonshire Meadows, Los Angeles, CA                        

1967.08.04 O'Keefe Center, Toronto, ON, Canada                                      

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1968.05.18 Northern California Folk Rock Festival,                                  

1968.05.18 Shrine Exhibition Hall, Los Angeles, CA                                  

1968.05.21 Carousel Ballroom, San Francisco, CA (Jefferson Airplane and Friends)    

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1968.07.28 Rancho                                                                    

1968.08.28 Falkoner Teatret, Copenhagen, Denmark                                    

1968.09.10 Musikhalle, Hamburg, Germany                                              

1968.09.15 Concertgebouw, Amsterdam, Netherlands                                    

1968.10.17 Electric Factory, Philadelphia, PA                                        

1968.10.26 - Fillmore West SF CA   

Las letras del POLLUTION ONE enviadas por un suscriptor

Lyrics of all the songs by Kosta Talbic, posted here because youtube doesnt allow to put comments or descriptions so longer 

👂👂👂👂 Pollution 1+2

falta el primer album de 1969

son discos raros, un soul progresivo raro de tematica practicamente conceptual

sobre el ecologismo, pero el de verdad, el de la epoca como Canned Heat o Rare Earth 

 Travelin' High (With The Lord) 00:00

Dear God, for my life,

so far you’ve made it so tough.

Yet I know I just can’t complain—

all my gadgets are still kind of rough.

I trust you, you’re awesome, baby.

But in my screwed-up way, yeah, yeah, yeah,

I certainly am deserving,

I have things going my way.

Oh, oh, oh…

And I put a purpose on the wall—

some causes I will surely cure.

But most of all, I’ll use your soul.

Oh, oh, oh…

And I’m here to reassure you.

Yeah, oh, yeah.

I feel your warmth and I see your light.

Oh Lord, I know I don’t have to worry no more.

Good God, your light is getting so darn bright.

I’m travelin’ high—

I’m so high with your love.

Oh, good, good God.

My sweet God.

I’m making this request:

that you let me show this mean, old,

dirty, mixed-up world

I can be one of the very best.

Oh yeah…

I’ll return the favor,

and I’ll wear a bright, happy mask,

and just a tiny little bit of picture flavor.

Yeah, yeah—

oh, it shall be no task.

Oh no, it shall be no task.

I feel your warmth

and I think I see your light.

Oh, I know I don’t have to worry no more.

Oh, good Lord—

your light is getting so bright.

Oh, I’m travelin’ so high with the Lord.

Oh, I love you so.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, I’m travelin’—

I’m travelin’ high.

This Feelin' Won't Last Long 03:16

Sometimes I feel like a jigsaw puzzle

and I long for someone to put me together —

just take the time

to make all the pieces fit.

Sometimes I feel like yesterday’s newspaper

blowing in the street,

’cause everybody’s heard what I had to say

the day before.

And other times I feel just like the sun — oh yeah —

and I’m shining down on smiling faces,

thinking that nothing at all

could ever go wrong.

But I know this feeling won’t last long.

Sometimes I feel like a sinking sailboat,

breaking apart and going down slow.

Or a big jet plane that’s run out of fuel

and got no place to go — no place to go.

Other times I feel just like the sun, Lord —

and I’m shining down on smiling faces,

thinking that nothing at all

could ever go wrong.

But I know this feeling won’t last long.

Sometimes I feel like a jigsaw puzzle

and I long for someone to put me together.

Just take the time

to make all the pieces fit.

Sometimes I feel like yesterday’s newspaper

blowing in the street,

’cause everybody’s heard what I had to say

the day before — just the day before.

And other times I feel just like the sun — oh yeah —

and I’m shining down on smiling faces,

thinking that nothing at all

could ever go wrong.

Yet I know this feeling won’t last long.

I know it won’t last long.

Yeah — pretty soon, it’ll all be gone.

Oh, I got a feeling it’ll all be gone.

 Ballad Of A Well Known Gun 07:04

Well, I pulled out my stagecoach times

and I read the latest news.

I tapped my feet and done surprised,

’cause you know, I knew they knew.

The Pinkertons, they pulled out my bags

and asked me for my name.

Ooh, I stuttered out my answer — ooh yeah —

and I hung my head down in shame.

Now they found me — you know they found me.

It’s so hard to run from a starving family.

Ooh, ooh, they found me — ooh yeah —

and I can’t run no more.

I’m so tired of hearing

“there she goes — there goes a well-known gun.”

Well now, I tell you, I’ve seen,

I know this chain gang,

and I think I want to see my preacher.

I just couldn’t have faced your desert sand

and burned brown till I was looking like a beast.

The poorhouse, they hit me for my kin

and claimed my crumbling walls.

Now I know how Reno felt

when he ran from the law-

that dirty no good law

Now they found me — ooh yeah —

you know they found me.

It’s so hard to run from a dead,

almost dead, starving family.

Ooh, they found me —

I’m so tired of running — ooh yeah —

and I can’t run no more.

Well now, there she goes —

she’s a well-known gun.

Don’t let them get me — yeah — ooh, ooh —

I think I better get them

before they get me — yeah.

Now they found me — ooh —

you know they found me.

It’s so hard to run from a starving family.

Ooh, Lord, you know they found me —

and I just can’t run no more.

I’m so tired of hearing:

“There she goes — there she goes —

a well-known gun.”

Get my holster fixed —

I’m so tired of sweating it out.

Let me see that preacher — ooh —

they found me.

He can help me, I know — ooh, yeah, yeah.

Now they found me,

now they found me,

now they found me,

now they found me,

now they found me.

Now they — now they found me —

now they found me — now they found me —

ooh yeah, yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah —

you better love the Lord,

or you’re gonna end up just like me.

Then by me, Lord — then by me —

I thought I was so smart — yeah, yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Do You Really Have A Heart 11:50

Long ago and oh so far away,

in the land of “I told you so,”

lived a man named “You’ll get nothin’ from me,”

oh yeah.

Awful cute, so he acted strong,

yes, and he never got along.

Yes, he tried, but of course he just couldn’t say—

oh God.

What you need is a little understanding,

a loving hand to guide him, bring him around.

What you need is a little human kindness—

the man is lost and cryin’, don’t let him down.

Do you really have a heart?

Don’t you think it’s time to use it?

If you really have a heart,

try it out and do something good.

In the land of “Get the other guy,”

to the south of “It’s not my fault,”

lived a fellow a lot like you and me.

They believed he was mean and bad,

but when he made you sad,

he said, “Never gonna let that happen to me.”

What you need is a little understanding,

a loving hand to guide him, bring him around.

What you need is a little human kindness—

the man is lost and cryin’, don’t let him down.

Do you really have a heart?

Don’t you think it’s time now to use it?

Take a look around at your fellow man—

do yourself a favor and lend a hand.

Do you really have a heart?

Don’t you think it’s time, my brothers and my sisters?

Put a little love in your heart,

put a little love in your heart.

Let God see right through your heart.

Yeah—put a little love in your heart,

love in your heart.

Do something good.

Do something good.

Dry Dream 15:19

I slipped into a keyhole, into a dim-lit room.

I thought I heard a noise above my head —

ooh, a witch fell out of her room.

She disappeared as she hit the floor,

replaced by a smoky cloud.

Then I thought I heard music

of a stranger’s band —

ooh, it began to grow quite loud.

Ooh, ooh, what a pleasant world this is, though,

but it’s just a dream at stake.

I’d sure like to stay here longer,

but it’s time for me to wake.

I slipped onto the chandelier,

suspended in midair.

I thought I heard somebody say to me,

“Ooh, hey lady, I’m sorry, lover,

you can’t sit up there.”

I turned to see a praying mantis

knitting with their utmost care.

You know, a praying mantis that knits and talks —

but you know, I just couldn’t help but stare.

Well, I didn’t want to offend him,

so I went along my merry old way.

And I almost bumped right smack bang

into a snail in a tiny sleigh.

The sleigh was full of twinkling butterflies

and a tiny blue, blue, blue jay.

The dying bird bit on me and I stepped on it —

ooh yeah —

and I just went strutting along my merry old way.

Ooh, ooh, what a pleasant world this is,

but it’s just a dream at stake.

I’d sure like to stay here longer,

but it’s time for me to wake.

Oh… oh… oh… oh…

Your love house — oh, love me.

Oh, sweet love.

Sup’, come on baby —

yeah, yeah, yeah.

 Underdog 19:04

I know how it feels to expect to get a fair shake,

but they won’t let you forget that you’re their underdog

and you’ve got to be twice as good.

Even if you’re never right, they get uptight—

when you’ve got too much,

you might start thinking too much too.

I know how it feels when you know for real

that every other time, yeah, you get a raw deal.

Yeah, yeah.

’Cause I’m their underdog.

I know how it feels to get demoted

when it comes the time to get promoted,

’cause you might be moving up way too fast.

Yeah, yeah.

Did you ever love somebody on a different set,

but the other set wasn’t apt to forget?

Well, it just don’t go like that.

Yeah, yeah.

I know how it feels for people to stop,

turn around and stare,

signify that they don’t love me.

Yeah, yeah.

’Cause I’m their underdog.

I know how it feels to be playing the part,

be at a party, but you’re really all alone.

They underestimate me.

Yeah, yeah.

I know how it feels when you’re feeling down

and you want to come up,

but you’re really in the wrong part of town.

Yeah, yeah.

I know how it feels to have to go along

with people you don’t even know,

simply because there happens to be

a whole lot more of them.

Yeah, yeah. Underdog. But that's all right with me.

I'll always be

Underdog. All right with me.

 River 23:04

Did you ever sit down, ever sit down,

listen to the sounds of a river as it went by?

(Ooh vocal line…)

Oh, you seem to move so slow,

only your reflection knows;

on your face, all the time you wasted

all of a sudden shows.

Though our journeys will never feel the same,

we will be remembered by what we became.

Did you ever sit down, ever sit down,

listen to the sounds of a river?

Ripples and flows, it comes and it goes,

without really telling you why.

Seconds make minutes,

hours make days—

the river keeps right on going

like an endless maze.

Though our journeys are never quite the same,

we will be remembered by what we became.

Did you ever sit down, ever sit down,

listen to the sounds of a river?

Ripples and flows, it comes and it goes,

without really telling you why.

Lo And Behold 27:19

Lonely by day, empty and cold—

only to say, lo and behold—

deep in my nights, down in my dreams,

glorious sight this soul has seen.

There’s a well on the hill,

you just can’t kill the Jesus.

There’s a well on the hill—

let it be.

I tell you, there’s a well on the hill,

you just can’t kill the Jesus.

There’s a well on the hill—

let it be.

I don’t build no heathen temples

where the good Lord done laid His hand.

There’s a well on the hill—

let it be.

Now everybody’s talking about the gospel story.

Everybody’s talking.

Some shall sing and others shall write—

everybody’s talking.

Everybody’s talking about the train to glory.

Everybody’s talking.

But it’s a long time till it gets to you, baby—

everybody’s talking.

There’s a well on the hill,

you just can’t kill the Jesus.

There’s a well on the hill—

let it be.

I don’t build no heathen temples

where the good Lord done laid His hand.

There’s a well on the hill—

let it be.

There’s a well on the hill—

let it be.

There’s a well on the hill—

let it be.

And I’m lonely—hey.

Empty, empty and cold.

Only to say,

Lord, Lord—lo and behold.

Deep in my nights,

down in my dreams,

it’s a glorious, glorious sight

my soul has seen.

There’s a well on the hill—

you just can’t kill the Jesus.

There’s a well on the hill—

let it be.

There’s a well on the hill—

let it be.

There’s a well on the hill—

you just can’t kill the Jesus.

There’s a well on the hill—

way upon the hill side

let it be.

There’s a well on the hill—

let it be.

Mother Earth 31:07

Well, you can hide — can’t make it all the time —

and you may never come my way.

Mother Earth’s waiting for you;

there’s a debt you got to pay.

I don’t care, I don’t care who you are — no.

No, no, I don’t care what you are worth — oh no, no, no.

Yeah — ’cause when it all comes on down,

you’ve got to get yourself down

to the good old mother Earth.

You may have your million dollars,

you may drive that damn black shiny Cadillac.

You may have all that green filth —

that shit they call money —

and ain’t nothing you lack.

I don’t care who you are — no, no.

I don’t give one damn, no,

who you are or what you are worth.

’Cause when it all comes on down,

you’ve got to get yourself down

to the good old filthy, dirty, mucky mother Earth — oh yeah.

Oh, you ain’t cookin’.

Oh, oh, oh — Smithy, talk to me, baby.

Do you do as well as you play, baby?

Oh yeah — ooh, lover, I like you, you know.

I like that boy sitting right in there.

I got a message: don’t do me wrong.

I’m a whole lot of woman, understand,

and I need a whole lot of man.

You have to take care of me —

but one more thing, lover:

if you *do* do me wrong,

you’re gonna have to keep on lookin’

at a whole lot you ain’t gonna be gettin’ a whole lot of — oh yeah.

Well now — you go right on ahead

and hit me all the time.

But I surely know you’ll never, ever, ever come my way.

Because, you know — Mother Earth

is right here waiting for you, baby.

There’s nothing you got to fear.

I don’t care — I don’t care who you are.

I don’t give one damn — no —

who you are, what you do, where you go,

who you know, who you do, or who do you, what you are, baby.

When it all comes on down,

you got to come on —

you got to get your ass right on down

to sweet, lovely, jesus beautiful mother Earth.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh…

You love me — you love me,

love me, love me, love me, love me, love me…

Oh… hey… oh…

When it all comes on down,

you simply got to keep digging somebody now.

You — you — you got to

come on now.

You simply got to

come on now —

you got to,

got to come on down

to good old mother, mother Earth.

And that means love on.

13th floor elevators at New Orleans Club KAZZ-FM (feb march 1966)

  UPDATE 2026: COMO NO, COMO NO.. el dueño de la discografica es el tipico narcisista.. me salta un aviso en youtube ''no se puede subir este video porque ya se han enviado anteriores reclamaciones asociadas con él'' menos mal que por lo menos ahora youtube avisa.. BRUTAL.. ni que el tio ese que es una discografica que no tiene ni 5 dias tuviese los derechos absolutos.. es como si mi tienda de discos de vinilo local de mi ciudad se pone a mandar strikes.. (que puede) es una locura.. los deja a canales como el mio a la altura del betun.. que asco de copyright de narcisistas y de capitalismo.. mira que no quiero meterme mas en politica y generar mas ''beef'' pero tio es que estas mierdas..

Este es un magnifico aircheck grabado por KAZZ FM y retransmitido por la famosa radio sicodelica durante una sesion en vivo con temas muy buenos

The 13th Floor Elevators - 1966-02-22 & 03-16, New Orleans Club, Houston, TX, KAZZ, Pre-FM, 56:14, ROK CD 55

1966-02-22, 26:11

1) Gloria

2) You're Gonna Miss Me

3) Tried To Hide

4) Roller Coaster

5) You Really Got Me (fades out)

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1966-03-16, 30:03

6) Station Introduction

7) The Word

8) Monkey Island

9) Roller Coaster

10) I'm Down

11) Gloria

12) You're Gonna Miss Me (fades out)

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The Spanish Soul of American Rock

On August 9, 1995, the world lost Jerry Garcia. More than just a musician, he was a pillar of the hippie movement or, more accurately, its very soul. As the creative engine behind the legendary Grateful Dead, Garcia carried a unique heritage; his paternal lineage traced back to the Galician village of Sada in A Coruña, Spain. It was from there that his grandfather set out, eventually landing in California in 1918. Garcia’s obsession with music began in his youth, sparked by his older brother’s record collection. Immersed in the sounds of Ray Charles, B.B. King, and Chuck Berry, he developed a lifelong passion for melody. Interestingly, for his 15th birthday in 1957, his parents gave him an accordion. However, Jerry wasted no time trading it for a guitar, having realized that his destiny lay within rock 'n' roll. This musical awakening coincided with a growing defiance toward social norms and a desperate urge to escape his hometown to see the world. In an ironic twist, he sought this freedom by joining the U.S. Army at age 17. His stint at Fort Ord was short-lived, however. After only three months, the military discharged him, citing an "absolute inability to adapt to the military lifestyle."

By late 1961, Garcia was busking and playing folk and bluegrass in the cafes of Palo Alto. It was here, around 1964, that he teamed up with friends Bob Weir and Ron "Pigpen" McKernan to form Mother McCree's Uptown Jug Champions, the ensemble that would eventually evolve into the Grateful Dead. This era also marked his introduction to LSD, a substance he claimed fundamentally altered his perspective. He later told Rolling Stone that the drug liberated him from the "fiction" of trying to lead a conventional, orderly life. In 1966, the band relocated to a communal residence at 710 Ashbury Street in San Francisco. This house became the beating heart of the local scene, famous for hosting free neighborhood concerts. Through this lifestyle, the Dead became the definitive musical and social icons of the hippie revolution. "Jerry was like a father, a brother, and a friend to everyone in Haight-Ashbury," Janis Joplin once remarked. "If you were hungry, you could go to the Dead’s place and Jerry would make sure you had something to eat. They were a true commune." The band’s mythos grew even larger through Garcia’s relationship with Carolyn "Mountain Girl" Adams, who had previously been involved with the "Merry Pranksters" the nomadic group famous for their drug-fueled bus trips across America, chronicled in Tom Wolfe’s classic The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test. Musically, the Grateful Dead revolutionized the industry. While their studio albums like their debut were hits, their true magic was found on stage. Long before the epic jams of Jethro Tull or Led Zeppelin, the Dead pioneered the idea of the live experience as a living organism. Instead of playing songs exactly as recorded, they embraced total improvisational freedom. This "limitless flow" is best captured in live masterpieces like ''Live The Dead'' in 1969

search concert in our archive org too

Garcia was a political firebrand in his own quiet way. A committed pacifist, he was a fixture at anti-Vietnam War rallies and a vocal critic of the Nixon administration. He was also a staunch advocate for the decriminalization of marijuana and psychedelics, embodying the values of his generation. As the decades passed, the mainstream spotlight faded, and Garcia’s health began to decline. By the late 70s, he surprisingly got struggled with an addiction to smoked heroin. Combined with heavy smoking, sleep apnea, and weight issues, his physical state began to affect his performances and his voice, similar situation of Bob Hite from Canned Heat.  Following diabetic comas in 1986 and 1992, he briefly embraced a healthier lifestyle, becoming a vegetarian and quitting cigarettes. Unfortunately, a relapse into drug use led to a heart attack in the summer of 1995. During his recovery in the early hours of August 9, a second heart attack proved fatal. Its incredible how an artists like him and in that era went through psychological problems and addictions like these who killed him, next article will be about that

The Grateful Dead’s history with Spain is defined by a single, legendary encounter that took place on October 19, 1981, at the Palacio de los Deportes in Barcelona. Serving as the grand finale of their European tour, the concert drew an eclectic crowd of roughly 6,000 people, ranging from local Spanish hippies who had waited decades for the moment to American Deadheads following the tour and even U.S. Marines from the Sixth Fleet, which happened to be docked in the city's port at the time. The band delivered a quintessential performance split into two long sets, highlighted by a culturally fitting "Spanish Jam" that leaned into the Phrygian scales reminiscent of flamenco, creating a profound connection with the local audience. Despite the high energy on stage, the visit also hinted at Jerry Garcia’s declining physical state, as he reportedly needed assistance leaving the venue for his hotel immediately after the show. Although the night was hailed by the Spanish press as a spiritual resurrection of 1960s counterculture in a post-transition Spain, the band never returned to the country, leaving that solitary Monday night in Montjuïc as the only time the San Francisco sound ever truly echoed on Spanish soil

Johnny Winter last live.. 2014 07 12 Lovely Days Festival Wiesen Austria

Yo no se si es que google me borra los post o que, menos mal que ahora hago copias.. esto es un post de 2014 de cuando murio Johnny winter, que casualmente lo vi en practicamente su penultimo concierto, luego se fue para Austria y la palmo a las dos semanas, venia de Madrid, tiro para Granada y lo metieron en una sala que se llama El Tren (el honor a leño) aunque es una mierda de sala que normalmente alberga conciertos lumpen y basura, es increible que metieran a Winter alli en la tren, es la persona mas importante que ha pisado ese sitio.. lo gracioso es que despues del concierto habia lumpens y gente esperando para entrar porque alli hay una discoteca, ese sitio es como una discoteca de mierda que de vez en cuando hace conciertos guapos, alli tambien vi a Baron Rojo o a Muro, esa sala en sus origenes deberia de ser solo rock, por eso se llama el tren. Total que vi a la leyenda alli, habia algunos moteros, es la unica vez en mi vida que he visto angeles del infierno en españa, estaban alli, tambien coincidi con uno de los miembros de los Sunset Riders. Recuerdo que un tio se quiso subir al escenario y seguridad se lo llevo.. alguien que entendia la importancia de lo que estaba viendo. El concierto fue brutal.. no es de esos musicos que por ser viejo van a menos. Tenia esa guitarra rara slide sin mastil que es una pasada

 

El ultimo concierto por suerte se grabo y acabo en la red como bootleg

y ahi estaba yo grabando como un gilipollas,

ya he hablado en ocasiones sobre el tema de grabar en

los conciertos, en fin solo fue unos minutos, tenia 18 años

era gilipollas, pero tambien es verdad que sin saberlo estaba grabando algo

importantisimo, las ultimas horas de Winter en España y las ultimas horas de su vida casi

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Band: Johnny Winter & Band

Venue: Ottakringer-Arena, Lovely Days Festival

City: Wiesen

Country: Austria

Date: Saturday, July 12th 2014

Bootleg Title: Bye bye Johnny W.

This is Johnny Winter's penultimate gig. He only played one more show at the Blues Festival in Cahors, France, two days later (14th July didn't recorded) this is the last bootlegged Johnny Winter show

R.I.P. Johnny!

Disc 1:

01 Instrumental Intro Jams (I & II) (5:52)

02 Johnny B. Goode (5:09)

03 Good Morning little Schoolgirl (5:01)

04 Got my Mojo working (7:27)

05 Don't want no Woman (4:05)

06 Blackjack (9:45)

Disc 2:

07 Killing Floor (6:04)

08 Bony Moronie (6:06)

09 Jumpin' Jack Flash (6:08)

10 Medley: Don't take Advantage of me & Gimme Shelter [with 'Sunshine of your Love' Riff in between] (9:34)

11 It's all over now (5:55)

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12 Dust my Broom (7:24)

13 Highway 61 revisited (5:55)

Johnny Winter - Guitars & vocals

Paul Nelson - guitars

Scott Spray - Bass

Tommy Curiade - Bass

The Living Walls at Bearlys House of the Blues Halifax +extra recordings

 No se como no he traido antes este post al blog, uno de los mejores conciertos que he estado. Aparte casualmente he encontrado muchos mas conciertos de esta misma banda que es bueno ''una de tantas'' deadhead tribute shows, muy buenas bandas en USA y Canada manteniendo la la mayor llama del rock que existe viva.. la llama que encendio Grateful Dead, la banda mas grande de todos los tiempos. Como español no tengo palabras para expresar la cultura que existe entorno al country y al blues, que aun persiste en algunos pequeños lugares de america.. unas escenas musicales que ni de coña en Europa tenemos algo asi como mucho en algunos sitios de UK puede quedar algo. Las grabaciones que hice tomaron lugar en 2023 pero puse 1993 en el video para darle un toque mas artistico y porque podria ser perfectamente 1993. Es un partial set no grabe todo, era un Jam de dos horas, y bueno mas abajo dejo una reflexion sobre grabar, porque si bien tengo grabadoras profesionales y se como hacerlo bien a veces hice cagadas

The Living Walls es un cuarteto de Halifax, Canadá, que viaja haciendo autostop entre The Band y J.J. Cale, y acaban de ser recogidos por un imitador de Bob Dylan en una camioneta de aspecto sospechoso. Son tambien mas popularmente conocidos como THE HALIFAX WRARF RATS con una formacion diferente

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Bearlys blues sundays varioys artists

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otro show en mejor calidad grabado por la banda* en el mismo lugar

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mas deadhead shows de la misma gente*

Grabar conciertos con el móvil es una de las peores cosas que puedes hacer. Entiendo la decisión de Robert Fripp de prohibirlo en sus conciertos; no sé si otras bandas de rock progresivo hacen lo mismo. Es horrible ver a todo el mundo grabando con el móvil. Lo peor es que yo mismo he caído en esa trampa. Soy millennial y, en mi caso, en lugar de heroína, ha sido la adicción a las redes sociales la que nos ha trastornado la cabeza a muchos. En mi caso, no grabé todo el concierto, pero más de una vez he grabado bastante como un idiota. Es diferente cuando lo haces profesionalmente o con una Tascam o algo así; ahí es donde se consiguen buenas grabaciones piratas... Me excusé diciendo que en mi caso era VHS y que era para el canal de forma periodística... pero es lo mismo... al final decidí grabar solo el audio, pero ni siquiera eso se recomienda con el móvil.. muy mala calidad, estaba muy colocado durante el concierto. Me quedé como hipnotizado detrás de la cámara, lo disfruté de una forma un tanto extraña

Por suerte, parece que Dan lo vio, le gustó y le inspiró para editar algunos vídeos en VHS en su cuenta, así que grabar esto tuvo al menos un gran propósito artístico. Además, parece que la banda* vio mi archive y les dio la idea de !empezar a subir ellos tambien sus shows en buena calidad! ya no hace falta grabarlos mas (no se si las grabaciones que en encontrado en archive son de ellos, los Halifax Wharf Rats o de los Wharf Rats americanos) sea como sea empezaron a subir material despues de que yo hiciera la grabacion

The New Junkies: Why Your Smartphone is Filthier Than a Heroin Needle

 

Let's take a look at the history books. Look at the aftermath of a Lou Reed gig in Madrid, 1980. The floor wasn’t just dirty; it was a graveyard of glass and steel. A literal minefield of discarded syringes. It was disgusting, it was dangerous, but it was RAW and part of the era in some way. Those junkies were chasing a high that eventually hit a wall.  Fast forward to 2026. Look at the crowd at show, the floor might be cleaner, but the air is radioactive with the glow of ten thousand digital leeches. We haven't cleaned up our act, we’ve just moved the addiction from the vein to the eyeball

My Journalistic Bullshit

I’m calling myself out first. I’ve stood there like a moron, not all the concoert but... a few minutes are enough.. of holding up a phone, sometimes a vintage VHS camcorder yes, telling myself I was "documenting" for the blog or the channel. What a load of bullshit. It was a pathetic excuse. Unless you’re a professional with a press pass or a soundboard feed, you aren't "capturing history." You’re just a tourist in your own life. You’re recording a distorted, digital ghost of an experience you’re too distracted to actually feel. Back in the day, you could record a good bootleg into cassette in your pocket if you were lucky.. but now? We watch the greatest performers on earth through a six-inch piece of glass while they’re standing ten feet away. It’s a mental illness. The worst part is that many times, being high at concerts is precisely when I've done it the most. That's why to this day I maintain that drugs can make geniuses even more brilliant, but for those of us who are stupid, which is most of us, they make us even stupider. No raising awareness here.

King Crimson is Right. You’re Wrong

This is why legends like King Crimson are banning phones, they aren’t being "old-fashioned" they’re performing a goddamn intervention. They are forcing you to stop being a zombie for two hours, five minutes, 30 seconds.. doesnt matter, the moment you release the camera you lost dignity. They know that as soon as that screen goes up, the connection between the stage and the soul is severed. You aren't "sharing the vibe" on Instagram; you’re killing the vibration in the room. Some people get offended when you say social media is worse than heroin. But it’s the truth. Heroin was a monster, but it’s a visible one. It destroys the body, it hits rock bottom, and eventually, the pain is so undeniable that you either die or you claw your way out. It’s a tragedy with a clear ending. But the digital needle? There is no rock bottom. The Infinite Dose comes when you can't "quit" the internet. You need it to work, to pay bills, to exist. Imagine a recovering heroin addict having to carry a loaded syringe in their pocket 24/7 just to function in society. That is your smartphone

Heroin kills the person. The smartphone kills the humanity

 It erodes your attention span until you can't sit through a four-minute song without checking for a "like." It turns your empathy into an algorithm. We’ve traded a drug that rots the flesh for a drug that deconstructs the soul. We are "connected" to everyone and present for absolutely nothing.  Put the fucking phone down. If you aren't there to hear the music, stay home and watch it on YT. At least then you won't be ruining it for the rest. And I say this specially because I've been one of these stupid assholes..

I'm focusing myself in concerts because maybe is the most visible part of this problem but not to mention the other problems in general RRSS are generating.. and oncr again I remember the words of a wise old hippie I once known, ''internet is only a social control tool''. I will not enter specific details of my life but basically internet is one of the biggest responsibles of having destroyed my life and mental health totally 

By the Way

If despite everything i told you wanna record a concert homemade style sameway, is not a crime at all, it was done in the era too but with radio tapes, now the best you can do is to left your phone recording AUDIO only in some part near the stage; but its a bad idea not recommended because you can lose it, you can have problems with stage personnel, the recording quality will be bad, etc.. you'll probably be paying attention to the recording sameway, maybe subconsciously. In resume is not a good idea but if you need to do it its the best option, local artists sometimes leave a friend recording the concert.. It's somewhere between being a zombie and recording a show with legitimate reasons, but I still wouldn't recommend it