Jan 10 2010

Este jueves, una tocada más de Ruidos en el techo (+videos)

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Después de la tocada en el Establo, en la que musicalizaron la peli Carrie en una especie de despedida, Ruidos en el techo hizo silencio durante más de 2 años. Ahora que coinciden Mou, Jane y Charli en la ciudad, aprovechan el espíritu mockinpottesco de los reencuentros para tocar el jueves 14 de enero en el Garage, en un show “para ellos mismos”, sin costo.

Una cosa: antes de que Ruidos  le pusiera fecha al niño, se juntaron en el Nene estudio para jammear y empezar a recordar a tientas sus rolas, algunas reconstruyéndose desde cero. Tomé 16 videos (disponibles en un playlist de YouTube) del ensayo, del cual les comparto aquí uno: un cover de Taladro, quienes tocarán con ellos el jueves, “Pat Morita”.

Update: Ya está el evento en Facebook.

7 comentarios

7 comentarios en “Este jueves, una tocada más de Ruidos en el techo (+videos)”

  1. Alitaen 11 Jan 2010 a las 1:24 am

    A que horas sera la tokada? saludos

  2. Beamen 11 Jan 2010 a las 12:33 pm

    Chido por ruidos, ahora nomás que regrese Ya No Lloverá en Septiembre, jejeej

  3. Ballacken 11 Jan 2010 a las 1:02 pm

    Segun Pitchfork es uno de los regresos mas esperados de este año.
    Espero estar ahi. Saludos!!

  4. mikeen 11 Jan 2010 a las 3:17 pm

    ya tenia rato que no entraba en su pagina …vatos ya fue

    cada vez menos gente se imneteresa en oir los mismos grupos y mucho menos los reencuentros de grupos que jamas se supo que empezaron

    esta decada que acaba de terminar se noto mucho porque nadie le metio huevos a la musica pero todo mundo le metio muchos huevos a los medios para opinar

    como quien dice todo mundo d elengua se come un taco

  5. Flavor Flaven 11 Jan 2010 a las 3:27 pm

    Dont Believe The hype
    Public Enemy

    Back
    Caught you lookin’ for the same thing
    It’s a new thing check out this I bring
    Uh Oh the roll below the level
    ‘Cause I’m livin’ low next to the bass C’mon
    Turn up the radio
    They claim that I’m a criminal
    By now I wonder how
    Some people never know
    The enemy could be their friend guardian
    I’m not a hooligan
    I rock the party and
    Clear all the madness, I’m not a racist
    Preach to teach to all
    ‘Cause some they never had this
    Number one, not born to run
    About the gun…
    I wasn’t licensed to have one
    The minute they see me, fear me
    I’m the epitome – a public enemy
    Used, abused without clues
    I refused to blow a fuse
    They even had it on the news
    Don’t believe the hype…

    Yes
    Was the start of my last jam
    So here it is again, another def jam
    But since I gave you all a little something
    That we knew you lacked
    They still consider me a new jack
    All the critics you can hang’em
    I’ll hold the rope
    But they hope to the pope
    And pray it ain’t dope
    The follower of Farrakhan
    Don’t tell me that you understand
    Until you hear the man
    The book of the new school rap game
    Writers treat me like Coltrane, insane
    Yes to them, but to me I’m a different kind
    We’re brothers of the same mind, unblind
    Caught in the middle and
    Not surrenderin’
    I don’t rhyme for the sake of of riddlin’
    Some claim that I’m a smuggler
    Some say I never heard of ‘ya
    A rap burgler, false media
    We don’t need it do we?
    It’s fake that’s what it be to ‘ya, dig me?
    Don’t believe the hype…

    Don’t believe the hype – its a sequel
    As an equal, can I get this through to you
    My 98′s boomin’ with a trunk of funk
    All the jealous punks can’t stop the dunk
    Comin’ from the school of hard knocks
    Some perpetrate, they drink Clorox
    Attack the black, cause I know they lack exact
    The cold facts, and still they try to Xerox
    Leader of the new school, uncool
    Never played the fool, just made the rules
    Remember there’s a need to get alarmed
    Again I said I was a timebomb
    In the daytime the radio’s scared of me
    ‘Cause I’m mad, plus I’m the enemy
    They can’t c’mon and play with me in primetime
    ‘Cause I know the time, plus I’m gettin’ mine
    I get on the mix late in the night
    They know I’m livin’ right, so here go the mike, sike
    Before I let it go, don’t rush my show
    You try to reach and grab and get elbowed
    Word to herb, yo if you can’t swing this
    Just a little bit of the taste of the bass for you
    As you get up and dance at the LQ
    When some deny it, defy if I swing bolos
    Then they clear the lane I go solo
    The meaning of all of that
    Some media is the whack
    You believe it’s true, it blows me through the roof
    Suckers, liars get me a shovel
    Some writers I know are damn devils
    For them I say don’t believe the hype
    Yo Chuck, they must be on a pipe, right?
    Their pens and pads I’ll snatch
    ‘Cause I’ve had it
    I’m not an addict fiendin’ for static
    I’ll see their tape recoreder and grab it
    No, you can’t have it back silly rabbit
    I’m going’ to my media assassin
    Harry Allen, I gotta ask him
    Yo Harry, you’re a writer, are we that type?
    Don’t believe the hype
    I got flavor and all those things you know
    Yeah boy, part two bum rush and show
    Yo Griff, get the green black red and
    Gold down countdown to Armageddon
    -88 you wait the S1Ws will
    Rock the hard jams – treat it like a seminar
    Teach the bourgeoise, and rock the boulevard
    Some sau I’m negative
    But they’re not positive
    But what I got to give…
    The media says this

    Wont Get Fooled Again
    The Who

    We’ll be fighting in the streets
    With our children at our feet
    And the morals that they worship will be gone
    And the men who spurred us on
    Sit in judgment of all wrong
    They decide and the shotgun sings the song

    I’ll tip my hat to the new constitution
    Take a bow for the new revolution
    Smile and grin at the change all around me
    Pick up my guitar and play
    Just like yesterday
    And I’ll get on my knees and pray
    We don’t get fooled again
    Don’t get fooled again

    Change it had to come
    We knew it all along
    We were liberated from the fall that’s all
    But the world looks just the same
    And history ain’t changed
    ‘Cause the banners, they all flown in the last war

    I’ll tip my hat to the new constitution
    Take a bow for the new revolution
    Smile and grin at the change all around me
    Pick up my guitar and play
    Just like yesterday
    And I’ll get on my knees and pray
    We don’t get fooled again
    Don’t get fooled again
    No, no!

    I’ll move myself and my family aside
    If we happen to be left half alive
    I’ll get all my papers and smile at the sky
    For I know that the hypnotized never lie

    Do ya?

    There’s nothing in the street
    Looks any different to me
    And the slogans are replaced, by-the-bye
    And the parting on the left
    Is now the parting on the right
    And the beards have all grown longer overnight

    I’ll tip my hat to the new constitution
    Take a bow for the new revolution
    Smile and grin at the change all around me
    Pick up my guitar and play
    Just like yesterday
    Then I’ll get on my knees and pray
    We don’t get fooled again
    Don’t get fooled again
    No, no!

    YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

    Meet the new boss
    Same as the old boss

  6. furia carameloen 12 Jan 2010 a las 3:47 pm

    a q hora!???? no cover=? seguros?

  7. Pato Borguettien 15 Jan 2010 a las 3:40 pm

    misma gata revolcada, porque no se concentran en hacer una sola banda que si sea verga y no pedacitos de “arte”