Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Everything by The Beatles - The Purple Chick Deluxe Collection
(Purple Chick, 2008)
Good, very good, excellent, classical news: Someone has uploaded a bunch of Beatles' original master tracks, featuring bonus tracks, sessions, takes, mistakes and lots of surprises.
This collection, fortunately, completely wipes off the earth the fact that the 1987 EMI CDs and their poor sound quality are the best way to enjoy the Beatles music. Bullshit! Let's give thanks to Purple Chick who's been remastering the discs and, hey, they sound amazingly good. You will require a lot of patience, a FLAC decoder and a CD burner (please, don't convert them into MP3 files, burn them into CDs as WAV files so you can really enjoy them).
Your ears will thank you! And you'll re-discover the Beatles in the way they meant to be: on Monoaural, on Vinyl, louder, meaner and faster than the CD masters!
Honestly, I think this is coming right from the Beatles themselves, who are already tired of having EMI lazing around with the upgrades. This definetly has the hand of Paul McCartney and the approval of Ringo Starr. I found about this on Rolling Stone!
Unfortunately, EMI never cared to reboost the Beatles' catalog and it's been more than 20 years. The remastered-Super Audio CDs-DVD Audio catalog of the Fab Four is long overdue, and the fans who have the equipment and the vinyls in excellent condition were able to give ther rest of us... magic.
Google is your friend, as the magazine says. Search Purple Chick Megaupload. You will need a FLAC file decoder (like the dBPoweramp) to decode the FLAC files and turn them into WAV files and once like that, you can burn them on CD's, without any loss of quality. Sweet!
You will also need lots of patience since EMI and the Recording Industry are closing some of the blogs and pages that connect to Purple Chick material. Here in CacaoRock we don't endorse piracy at all, but in the case of these masterpieces, excellently remastered and sounding like the Beatles really intened, we encourage you to get them. At least until EMI decides to release the remastered Beatles work, Purple Chick's entire collection makes it for us. Thank you, Girl.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Exile On Main Street (Rolling Stones Records, 1972)
Para muchos, el mejor disco de los Stones fue este álbum doble lleno de canciones personales y furiosas grabado a duras penas en un sótano de una casa en Francia. Se trataban de canciones de la época de Brian Jones a la guitarra y demás instrumentos; probablemente alguna de ellas era de él y no del dúo Jagger/Richards. Fue un disco armado a las patadas con un escape a Francia para evitar el pago de impuestos. Créanlo o no, Mick Jagger es desde el 2003 un caballero de la corte inglesa a pesar de tener este disco en su currículum vitae.
Tomemos por ejemplo "Sweet Virginia," una inspirada balada de cowboys en la cual la calidad de la voz agridulce de Jagger jamás estuvo en mejor momento. Keith Richards pone la voz principal y el bajo en "Happy," la canción más bailable del disco. Rinden tributo a Slim Harpo con Shake Your Hips, y ejecutan la primera sesión Unplugged con Sweet Virginia, Loving Cup y Sweet Black Angel. Atacan a la falsa moral de la religión católica utilizando voces gospel con "I Just Want To See His Face," Jagger asumiendo el papel de Santo Tomás.
Y qué puedo decir de "Tumbling Dice;" que es de lejos un clásico instantáneo. Aunque el mejor álbum de la discografía, éste también fue el álbum en donde el bajista Bill Wyman se autoexilia y no toca en la mayoría de las canciones. Es necesario hacer un profundo análisis de este disco y de considerar por qué cuando los Stones se suponía que debían de estar en decadencia, sacaron una obra tan maravillosa. ¿Son los artistas más productivos y eficaces cuando la pasan mal? ¿Vale la pena estar triste y en dificultades para lograr bellezas como "Ventilator Blues"?
La gira del 72, registrada en la película Cocksucker Blues, da fiel testimonio de la calidad Stone y de las cantidades acumulables en costales de cocaína que los cinco stones se metieron por las narices.
El disco tuvo una recepción cálida por parte de la crítica y puso a los Rolling Stones en ese momento como los verdaderos ídolos del rock. Con los Beatles desbandados, Elvis en animación suspendida en Las Vegas y un revival del rock cincuentero a punto de estallar, la escena rockera inglesa era totalmente de ellos, aunque no hayan contribuído mucho a las arcas del gobierno.
Monday, May 19, 2008
1. "I like this town a lot, Emilio, thank you!"
"You're welcome, it does what it can"
2. "Everyone's so nice in the neighborhood, specially that nice old man, the owner of the grocery store"
3. "I like his bald head. It's cute."
4. "Would you shave your head if I asked you?"
5. "If we both get H.I.V. tested so we can do it without a condom, of course!"
6. "Me and my big mouth"
This one was my first bi-lingual (now tri-lingual) strip. I assumed every spanish-speaking person can understand a little bit of italian, so I just threw some italian right there. It was a short-term relationship indeed, but our beloved italian girl managed to know Cacao's town, which I don't know where it is, exactly. Let's name it Tacna and everybody's OK with that.
Special thanks to Brunella Moracci.
Smoking and waiting. May 7th, 2004. This was a small tribute to a good friend of mine, and very beautiful too. Laura Cancedda, from Genoa, Italy. Even though sometimes she reminded me of Cleopatra, I decided to stir a little bit of jealousy in here.
1: "What are you doing there so by yourself?"
"Me? waiting for someone"
2. "Someone? Do I know that someone?"
"No, you don't know her."
3. "Her? so It's a girl you haven't introduced me to."
"No. She just arrived from Ita..."
4. "Hi, Beautiful Emilio!"
5. "Gotta go, Cleo. If not, we will be late!"
6. "He ain't beautiful. He's Cacao."
The last strip I posted from Lima, Perú. I left the country in September, 2000 and I ended up here in California.
Here I try to put Cacao in a political side of the spectrum. Pro-Fujimori. It didn't last more than 4 months, though.
Esta chica francesa apareció sólo una vez (aquí) y no la volví a poner por alguna razón en ninguna historia. Una francesa lesbiana de pelo corto capaz de darle un dolor de estómago a Cleopatra sólo se pone una vez.
Loco Disco would have had a heart attack if that was the only copy of Put Me In Your Mix by Barry White (1991).
Sunday, May 18, 2008
This was a love letter to a certain girl I never was able to start a relationship with, even tho she and I are very good friends until now. I was not being ironic nor hopless romantic. We were facing the future of relationships based on money and economic status (in order to make more money, you have to have a career and some kind of degree, where the girl and Cacao are trying to get.)
Love has nothing to do with some relationships, and yes, I was being prophetic.
Love has nothing to do with some relationships, and yes, I was being prophetic.
This one was a salute to myself for my first year on the web and also a love poem to Diana Garcia, the greatest Radio DJ Peru ever had.
In a perfect world, all women would be beautiful like Cleo and Fafi. In a perfect world, they wouldn't be annoying and complicated. But this isn't a perfect world, and Cacao's universe isn't either. One hundred dollars is a lot of money, still is!
Can you imagine going to the airport to pick up your sister after a paid two month vacation, while you are strugglin' with money while you search for a job? What kind of bitch has a job that gives her two months of vacation? Ain't that frustrating?
I was making fun of the security measures in an airport, and this was before 9/11! I put the characters walking next to big, beautiful and noisy airplanes with no security at all. Wouldn't that be beautiful? To be able to walk free around these airplanes and not to worry about terrorists or annoying security measures, not to say plane tickets? Yep, this strip was drawn before 9/11.
Two different versions of the same story. In this one I introduce Don Firulo, owner of a grocery store that never never stops, even when times are bad.