i sell my cd’s, i meet very different people interested in my music (from an old woman to a homeless, a skater or a family with children …) and more importantly, with each day my dream of being a cellist and composing my own music becomes true. i wait for no one to tell me i am a musician, or a composer. i am just being it! and i work when i want and where i want. no bloody bosses. i can practice a passage or a new composition dozens of times, allowing errors. i can travel to any major city in the west and make a living without even knowing the local language. and what i earn is for me; no taxes, do not wait 4 months to be payed, no invoices or tickets … i do not have talent, a particular talent that makes me good doing something, so my destiny would be to serve and work for those “talented” ones. but i resist. it will take me one hundred times more effort, but i will get it.

playing in the street also makes me to leave my hole, it’s good to me, to my head. i am in the outside world.

these are the good things… because after 18 years working in theater, you get used to have a dressing room where you leave things, an audience more or less respectful and quiet, getting a lot of money for performing during 90 minutes (yes, after 3 months of rehearsals) …so it’s hard to play concerts of 5 hours and watching the 95% of people just passing by, meanwhile you are getting so cold. also to go every single day to job. finding someone else is playing in “your” spot. what about taking hundred of small coins to the bank every week; separated, sorted and counted one by one by one. drunk people shutting at you. and of course, the security guard or police man telling you to leave right now, as it’s not allowed to play here… excuse me sir, do you know who am i? hahahahaaaaa

but the hardest thing, i am not kidding, it’s how fuckingly hurts my ass ‘cos so many hours being seated over my amp.

i can be proud that i will never play the fucking albinioni’s agagio or vivaldi’s four seasons (which i adore by the way). i play own my music (well… except the delicious rabel’s bolero and some arrangements of purcell and rameau that i play sometimes).

here is one of the scores i’m starting to organize my work transcribing. thanks to the “logic” editor of scores and my incipient knowledge of music. laaaaaaaa la raaaaa.

Bach – Himmel, Reise, Welt, Erbebe, BWV 245A

Bach – Zerchmettert Mich, BWV 245B

Bach – Ach Windet Euch Nicht So, Geplagte Seelen, BWV 245C

one of my favorite sportsmen. pure muscle.

vuelvo al hollywood,
como se vuelve siempre al amor,
vuelvo a vos,
con mi deseo, con mi temor.
llevo el hollywood,
como un destino del corazón,
soy del hollywood,
como los aires del bandoneón.

sueño el hollywood,
inmensa luna, cielo al revés,
busco el hollywood,
el tiempo abierto, y su después.

quiero al hollywood,
su buena gente, su dignidad,
siento el hollywood,
como tu cuerpo en la intimidad.

te quiero hollywood,
hollywood, te quiero.

vuelvo al hollywood,
como se vuelve siempre al amor,
vuelvo a vos,
con mi deseo, con mi temor.

quiero al hollywood,
su buena gente, su dignidad,
siento el hollywood,
como tu cuerpo en la intimidad.
vuelvo al hollywood,
llevo el hollywood,
te quiero hollywood,
te quiero hollywood…

from tina paterson

i have never had a so great working relationship as with the creator of this app. michael tyson is able to implement a new feature for his looper in a matter of hours, being opened for suggestions and new ideas and adding to each new version of his loopy the more sophisticated features a looper has ever got. i just asked him for a feature i had always dreamed about, and offered in return this video showing how i use his app:

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