<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033527</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:33:56.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Radio Disco</title><subtitle type='html'>Disco FM 105.3 / sabados de 19 a 21hs / 4442_5944 /
discofm2003@yahoo.com.ar / indie rock / progresiva italiana / psicodelia britanica / garage sixties / rock sinfonico / grindcore / be bop / rock cosmico / techno / dodecafonismo / punk / nacional oculto / industrial / hardjazz / neosicodelia / nouvelle musique / atonalismo / gothic rock / improvisacion / rock de camara / cassette culture / synth music / gamelan / folk / neue deutsche welle / microtonalismo / musica concreta / no new wave / ...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesdiscos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesdiscos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Disco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10472163126102907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033527.post-111059284751984492</id><published>2005-03-11T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T18:00:47.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DAMO SUZUKI   + REYNOLSTeatro ND Ateneo. Once de Mayo.  + Dialogues with MIGUEL TOMASIN.(Publicado en UBU WEB)Trancription &amp; Translation by Anla Courtis.The following dialogues were transcripted from diary conversations with Miguel Tomasin (the drummer and leader of argentinean band Reynols, who is has by Down's Syndrome). As Tomasin is not interested at all in writing anything, these dialogues </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/111059284751984492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/111059284751984492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesdiscos.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111059284751984492' title=''/><author><name>Disco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10472163126102907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033527.post-111059201731398831</id><published>2005-03-11T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T17:46:57.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Una entrevista a Thomas Köner, es siempre bienvenida. Gracias al site del Sónar. Cut and Paste.Entrevista a Thomas Köner para SonarOnline.- Banlieue du Vide es una instalación basada en la utilización de material visual obtenido con cámaras de vigilancia. Sin embargo, su particularidad reside precisamente en la ausencia del objeto de dicha vigilancia. De hecho, la imagen parece una foto-fija. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/111059201731398831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/111059201731398831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesdiscos.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111059201731398831' title=''/><author><name>Disco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10472163126102907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033527.post-110519438350348082</id><published>2005-01-08T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T12:50:59.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alan Vega. 2007. El único disco del 2004. Tres años adelantado al resto.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/110519438350348082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/110519438350348082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesdiscos.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110519438350348082' title=''/><author><name>Disco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10472163126102907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033527.post-109897509731471130</id><published>2004-10-28T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T07:51:37.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ayer tocó minexio x. canal 7. una de la mañana.viene kraftwerk. y allá. brian wilson.viene la gran visita del año Toe Boe. ojo con pita. noisenoisenoisenoisenoisenoisenoisenoisenoisenoise.por si todo esto es poco. viene vera baxter. desde rosario al museo de arte moderno. mamba.y como. todo es tan dulce. este documental. curado por sergio. recuerden. cine. cinematógrafo.Recordatorio: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/109897509731471130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/109897509731471130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesdiscos.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109897509731471130' title=''/><author><name>Disco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10472163126102907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033527.post-109225213310269605</id><published>2004-08-11T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T12:22:13.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Seguimos contribuyendo al servicio, servicio del conocimiento. Disco informa.SYNDROMECiclo mensual de cine/video experimental, cine de culto, y puestas audiovisuales.Nuevamente Syndrome propone la visión de material único, nunca visto en Rosario, con una selección de joyas imperdibles.Seguimos con algunos de nuestros realizadores favoritos (Guy Maddin y Los hermanos Quay), y presentamos a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/109225213310269605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/109225213310269605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesdiscos.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109225213310269605' title=''/><author><name>Disco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10472163126102907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033527.post-109182568640560023</id><published>2004-08-06T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T13:54:46.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ciclo de cineMuseo de Arte Moderno de Buenos AiresAv. San Juan 350Entrada Libre, 18 hs.Programación de agosto:Domingo 8 de AgostoArtavazd Pelechian IDocumentalista experimental único. Único por la forma poética en que realiza sus films, por el lenguaje cinematográfico que utiliza y por cómo nos revela el mundo. Para Pelechian, la Naturaleza es un lazo que une a todos los seres. Sus films</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/109182568640560023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/109182568640560023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesdiscos.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109182568640560023' title=''/><author><name>Disco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10472163126102907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033527.post-109093997710401891</id><published>2004-07-27T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T07:56:12.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Disco difunde, más, cinematógrafo. Programación del Domingo 1º de agosto, 18 hs. Entrada libre. Museo de Arte Moderno de Buenos Aires (Av. San Juan 350)    Stan Brakhage Stan Brakhage fue, sin lugar a dudas, el elemento más sólido surgido del "New American Cinema". Su obra, casi muda en su totalidad, se constituye a través de la música visual ("recrear la visión con los ojos cerrados" </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/109093997710401891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/109093997710401891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesdiscos.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109093997710401891' title=''/><author><name>Disco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10472163126102907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033527.post-108647650343260559</id><published>2004-06-05T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T16:01:43.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Disco difunde. Espacio de Publicidad.Syndrome es un proyecto llevado a cabo por los integrantes del grupo Vera Baxter. Inaugurado en el 2003 en el Centro Cultural Parque de España con el evento especial Syndrome UHF, el proyecto es retomado este año con un ciclo de periodicidad mensual focalizado en la difusión de expresiones audiovisuales alternativas. Realizado en co-producción con el Centro </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/108647650343260559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/108647650343260559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesdiscos.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108647650343260559' title=''/><author><name>Disco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10472163126102907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033527.post-108307451280997348</id><published>2004-04-27T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T07:06:27.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A pedido de los ojos de los oyentes, esta noche, nuestro artista predilecto, rali dolor (claro), sentado en su brasero, junto a su sol de noche, con la lluvia sobre su cama, en un manto de sombras, compuso esta canción.  El barrio, sufre junto a él.¿El nuevo Leonardo Favio?PerdidaEn un manto de sombrasVi la belleza de tu auraEncerrada estaba tu almaSin fuerzas, ni ganas de salir</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/108307451280997348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/108307451280997348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesdiscos.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108307451280997348' title=''/><author><name>Disco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10472163126102907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033527.post-108056553322244890</id><published>2004-03-29T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T05:10:43.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cinematógrafo presentaMartin Arnold “Passage à l’acte” ("Pasaje al acto", 1993)“El cine de Hollywood es un cine de exclusión, de  excepción, de reducción, un cine de represión.  Siempre hay algo que está siendo representado, y que no nos representa nada”.El cine de los ojos cerradosSi Stan Brakhage proponía una forma de recrear la visión con los ojos cerrados, no quedan dudas de que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/108056553322244890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/108056553322244890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesdiscos.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108056553322244890' title=''/><author><name>Disco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10472163126102907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033527.post-107992950509989596</id><published>2004-03-21T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T20:28:29.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Experiencia Sonora Prolongada.Desde un outside de América, alguien habló de una conquista inacabada. La posibilidad (in) concreta, de un cálculo musical algorítmico, propone versus timbres, tonos; colores, líneas melódicas. Ensamble instante de lo inmediato. Realización apropiada para la interpretación. Muchas veces, pudo ser. Casi.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/107992950509989596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/107992950509989596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesdiscos.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107992950509989596' title=''/><author><name>Disco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10472163126102907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033527.post-107992513787599553</id><published>2004-03-21T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T19:19:46.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Discografía de Reynols seleccionada por  Paris Transatlantic Magazine.*Leasé entrevista completa en su website REYNOLS SELECTED DISCOGRAPHY: * "Gordura Vegetal Hidrogenada" (1995) dematerialized CD. no number. no label .Argentina. * "Bolas Tristes" (1996). C-45. MH 55. Matching Head. UK. * "Roto Chivas 268" (1997). 10" lathe cut. no number. Matching Head. UK. * "Electro-Tom" (1997). C-46</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/107992513787599553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/107992513787599553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesdiscos.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107992513787599553' title=''/><author><name>Disco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10472163126102907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033527.post-107952656731603254</id><published>2004-03-17T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T04:32:44.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cinematógrafo (re)presentaComo matan los diosesSí, el verano negro: “La letra no importa,a quién le importa, estos pájaros negrosno están sudando por la letraen el aire ahogado, por qué me pregunta por la letra,a usted no le importa,usted se divierte al manejar la filmadoraaunque no puede dejar de preguntar.Pero la máquina arrebata al que se cuadra frente al lenteque bizquea.  El </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/107952656731603254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/107952656731603254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesdiscos.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107952656731603254' title=''/><author><name>Disco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10472163126102907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033527.post-107894479073574825</id><published>2004-03-10T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T11:39:12.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/107894479073574825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/107894479073574825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesdiscos.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107894479073574825' title=''/><author><name>Disco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10472163126102907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033527.post-107756038317661328</id><published>2004-02-23T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T10:22:29.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Literatura DiscoPerfuma tus sentidos hoy y siempre. Para que encuentren sus sueños.Marcel Proust.  Por el camino de Swann (fragmento) " Mucho tiempo he estado acostándome temprano. A veces, apenas había apagado la bujía, cerrábanse mis ojos tan presto, que ni tiempo tenía para decirme:"Ya me duermo". Y media hora después despertábame la idea de que ya era hora de ir a buscar el sueño; </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/107756038317661328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/107756038317661328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesdiscos.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107756038317661328' title=''/><author><name>Disco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10472163126102907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033527.post-107739249636495854</id><published>2004-02-21T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T12:00:35.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No me canso de escuchar "Difference Between Alone &amp; Lonely'', siempre tenemos motivos para insistir en nuestra escucha, en este caso lograron lo que parece imposible para una banda out indietronic, editarse en un sello como Gifted Records pasando por Elefant Records hasta Morr Music. Bien. La insistencia es un campo de ecos, insistir sobre un volumen musical formado por la explosión de un poly</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/107739249636495854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/107739249636495854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesdiscos.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107739249636495854' title=''/><author><name>Disco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10472163126102907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033527.post-107604312896169295</id><published>2004-02-05T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T20:58:38.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Breve copete explicativo:  A, me pidió  la realización de una entrevista a una bandita de Filadelfia y es una de mis preferidas llamada Pipas, pertenecen al mejor sello actual de música indie - pop, llamado Matineé Records (http://www.indiepages.com/matinee).La traducción la hizó A, para una revista española, más tarde, cuando pueda, subiré la entrevista original en inglés. Bueno, no hay </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/107604312896169295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/107604312896169295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesdiscos.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107604312896169295' title=''/><author><name>Disco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10472163126102907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033527.post-107604068028554462</id><published>2004-02-05T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T20:13:42.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Disco Vacaciones</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/107604068028554462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/107604068028554462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesdiscos.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107604068028554462' title=''/><author><name>Disco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10472163126102907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033527.post-107465830288810013</id><published>2004-01-20T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T20:15:45.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Silencio. Ruido. Analógico. Digital. Jazz. Rock. Piano. Teclado. Libertad. Condena. Miles Davis. Pink Floyd. Apuro. Espera. Urgencia. Lento.Emergente. Instante. Momento. Abstracto. Concreto. Armonía. Cacofonía. Tortoise. Can. Aviones. Autos. Sueño. Vigilia. Eno. Godspeed Black Emperor. Infinito. Acabado.Do. Sol. Frío. Sol. Desnudez. Cobertor. Mural. Pedestal. Breaks. Drummings. Improvisado. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/107465830288810013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/107465830288810013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesdiscos.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107465830288810013' title=''/><author><name>Disco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10472163126102907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033527.post-107315083400810917</id><published>2004-01-03T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T09:27:32.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>El palacio del cineHay algo de nupcial en ese olor o racimo de bolas calcinadaspor una luz que se drapea entre las dunas de las mejillasel lechoso cairel de las ojerasque festonean los voladosrumbo al olor del baño, al paraísodel olor, que pringalas pantallas donde las cintasindiferentes rielanguerras marinas y nupciales.Los escozores de la franelasobre el zapato de pájaro pinto</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/107315083400810917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/107315083400810917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesdiscos.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107315083400810917' title=''/><author><name>Disco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10472163126102907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033527.post-107256752423050226</id><published>2003-12-27T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T15:25:40.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Me han pedido la selección por cinco, de discos nacionales e internacionales y acá esta mi lista;Nacionales.Este cielo de estrellas caerá. Victoria Mil.National Rock. Compañero Asma.All the songs of the universe played at the same time shaping an invisiblegolden fluo triangle. Virgen Vapor.La disección de la mujer ahogada. Vera Baxter.Pacalirte sorban cumanos. Reynols.Internacionales.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/107256752423050226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/107256752423050226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesdiscos.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107256752423050226' title=''/><author><name>Disco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10472163126102907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033527.post-107256727235728177</id><published>2003-12-27T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T15:21:29.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Disco sin  música. Siguen las imposiciones. Amonestaciones. Citaciones.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/107256727235728177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/107256727235728177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesdiscos.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107256727235728177' title=''/><author><name>Disco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10472163126102907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033527.post-107222587803022757</id><published>2003-12-23T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T16:31:33.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nuevamente, Disco sin Disco, no hubo programa, este mes navideño, nos tienen algo cansado. Hay una amonestación, que cumplir. Una entrevista inconclusa. Unos deseos que cumplir. Un arbolito sin luz.No hay nada que escuchar, nada más que decir...literatura.cinematógrafo.la nueva música. música.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/107222587803022757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/107222587803022757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesdiscos.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107222587803022757' title=''/><author><name>Disco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10472163126102907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033527.post-107190143341321271</id><published>2003-12-19T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T08:39:35.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Bloody Valentine.Es quizás, la única banda que vista de arriba, aún hoy, como dice un amigo, y yo, coincido, suena a futuro.De Dublin a Holanda y de Holanda a Berlin, acá escucharon a la Einsturzende Neubaten, en el ''Atonal Festival'', luego sacan su primer ep, This is Your Bloody Valentine. Fue una situación bastante extraña, grabamos las canciones, diseñamos las portadas, y ya está. No</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/107190143341321271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/107190143341321271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesdiscos.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107190143341321271' title=''/><author><name>Disco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10472163126102907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033527.post-107164211093431252</id><published>2003-12-16T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T22:22:04.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Disco programa sin programa. Amonestación. Dirigentes. Debate. Ausencias.Lamentamos por las orejas de nuestros oyentes, no hubo  programa.Debates técnicos. Legales.Suspensión.En la semana ampliaremos.cinematógrafo. literatura. música. la nueva música.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/107164211093431252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/107164211093431252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesdiscos.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107164211093431252' title=''/><author><name>Disco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10472163126102907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033527.post-107091830836905651</id><published>2003-12-08T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T13:26:08.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ultima lista, en realidad, el deber es de Cinematagrafo, pero en fin...I only said My Bloody ValentineCinq etudes Pierre SchaefferPremonicion del desastre Vera Baxter (Cinematagrafo, para cuando un post sobre Vera Baxter, banda rosarina, que incluya otro post sobre la cinematografi­a del musico de dicha banda, que nadie conoce. No sea egoista, el conocimiento debe ser publico)Computer </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/107091830836905651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/107091830836905651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesdiscos.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107091830836905651' title=''/><author><name>Disco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10472163126102907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033527.post-107091079067761295</id><published>2003-12-08T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T11:20:30.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uy, play list atrasada, demorada...-The Clash Revolution Rock-Sex Pistols Problems-La Nueva Flor Aldea De Ninos Felices-Victoria Mil Gabo Minelli Conoce a Victoria MilSuper especial de la Velvet Underground...''No escuches las palabras de ningun hombre, escucha solamente el sonido del viento y de las olas del mar'' (Debussy)Cuando se produjeron dentro del rock las revoluciones mas </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/107091079067761295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/107091079067761295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesdiscos.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107091079067761295' title=''/><author><name>Disco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10472163126102907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033527.post-107039591277754910</id><published>2003-12-02T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T12:12:03.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Literdisco tiene el agrado de presentarles  al POETA creador de poetas, nos referimos a Charles Baudelaire. Para los que no lo conocen(hay alguien que no lo haya leido?) una pequeña introduccion, y luego claro esta, una de sus obras maestras "Armonía de la tarde". Charles Baudelaire, uno de los poetas más importantes del siglo XIX, es el poeta de un solo libro, Las Flores del Mal ("En este </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/107039591277754910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/107039591277754910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesdiscos.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107039591277754910' title=''/><author><name>Disco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10472163126102907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033527.post-107032135003366422</id><published>2003-12-01T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T15:33:39.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Exclusivo.Disco se infiltro en un ensayo secreto de "Rali Dolor", y nuestro microfono tomo el inedito hit escondido que tanto estabamos esperando.Llueve sobre mi camaTe encuentro en cada paso,te encuentro en cada lagrimaque dejaste durmiendosobre mi almohada.Y no es que ya no te quiera,pero se que no puedo seguir.Seguir no es amarte,es inventar algo que ya no existe.Llueven sobre </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/107032135003366422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/107032135003366422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesdiscos.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107032135003366422' title=''/><author><name>Disco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10472163126102907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033527.post-107002984808072796</id><published>2003-11-28T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T06:30:57.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cinematógrafo mira “The warm place” de Marcello Mercado (gracias Christian, gracias Paula -queremos más- )Diccionario Disco.  Mercado, Marcello: realizador experimental argentino, rosarino específicamente, actualmente residiendo en Alemania y haciendo trabajos de video arte junto a unos de los mayores exponentes, David Larcher (ver video void)En “El Lugar Tibio” (The Warm Place), Mercado </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/107002984808072796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/107002984808072796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesdiscos.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107002984808072796' title=''/><author><name>Disco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10472163126102907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033527.post-106962535952307992</id><published>2003-11-23T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T14:09:27.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lista de hoy, con atraso...- winter wooskie Belle and Sebastian-it's alright baby Komeda-breakdown Buzzcocks-thank you Magazine in live-soft as snow My bloody valentine(tres semanas seguidas pasando, la mejor banda de todos los tiempos)-mirron Man Captain Beefheart-dread love Nina Hagen-no one is there Nico-moya Goodspeed Black Emperor-squares The Beta Band-rain Blake Babies-</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/106962535952307992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/106962535952307992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesdiscos.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106962535952307992' title=''/><author><name>Disco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10472163126102907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033527.post-106935170368048839</id><published>2003-11-20T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T10:08:30.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/106935170368048839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/106935170368048839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesdiscos.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106935170368048839' title=''/><author><name>Disco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10472163126102907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033527.post-106900975193742020</id><published>2003-11-16T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T11:09:18.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lista de temas de ayer, sábado.  Confirmado.  El de ayer fue un programa descartable, desechable, olvidable.  No nos salió media cosa bien.Operador nuevo, errores nuevos.  No hay excusas, las excusas no se oyen.Virus “Luna de miel”Miranda “Casualidad”T-Rex “Cosmic dancer”David Bowie “Lady stardus”Capri “Europa”Daft punk “Like a player”Royksopp “Remain me”Cassius “I am a woman”Daft</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/106900975193742020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/106900975193742020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesdiscos.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106900975193742020' title=''/><author><name>Disco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10472163126102907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033527.post-106869183032875332</id><published>2003-11-12T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T09:47:00.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Andy Rourke remata su bajo por dos mil euros.Alguien qué ofrezca dos mil uno?...y pensar que con ese bajo, toco en las sesiones de Hatful of hollow...yo, amor...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/106869183032875332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/106869183032875332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesdiscos.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106869183032875332' title=''/><author><name>Disco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10472163126102907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033527.post-106840360031263231</id><published>2003-11-09T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T10:49:29.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lista de ayer, no supe decir veinte palabras seguidas, gracias, Cine, gracias, La Nueva Música, gracias, Raly Dolor.-Pulp She's dead-Suede She's not dead-Stephen Malkmus Pink India-Sebadoh Too pure-The Flaming Lips The machine India-Pedido Sandro Trigal (autocumplido)-Secret Stars Some Sinatra-Silver Jaws People-Star Tonight-Echo and the bunnymen Seven Seas-My Bloody Valentine </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/106840360031263231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/106840360031263231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesdiscos.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106840360031263231' title=''/><author><name>Disco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10472163126102907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033527.post-106814091972446088</id><published>2003-11-06T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T11:14:56.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Adrián Cayetano Paoletti, el invierno es un relámpago de sol. Brilla. Brilla.Es el silencio, introvertido, el roce, el llanto, la mirada que cierra los ojos, los brazos que se cierran, las rodillas que se agrietan, es también el grito aullido, el golpe, alegría, la escritura afilada, las manos que golpean, es lo despacio y lo de repente.Será siempre la cornisa al hombro. Saberlo Contemplar</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/106814091972446088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/106814091972446088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesdiscos.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106814091972446088' title=''/><author><name>Disco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10472163126102907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033527.post-106806197059497907</id><published>2003-11-05T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T12:34:42.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Steve Reich, hoy (interpretado) en Argentina a las 20:30hs, en el Teatro Colón.Vanguardista, a la altura de Glass (eran amigos), al inicio fusionaba el jazz, con el barroco y música contemporánea, hasta que escucha por primera vez, Stranvisky y Bach y Perotin y el In C de Terry Riley y  le sale un oxomaxoma musical de la cabeza......y empieza con su verdadera obra; “It´s gonna rain”,  lo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/106806197059497907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/106806197059497907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesdiscos.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106806197059497907' title=''/><author><name>Disco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10472163126102907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033527.post-106800235796082293</id><published>2003-11-04T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T19:19:21.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lista de temas guardada y recuperada del día sábado.Con anhelo, a nuestro corresponsal ausente.  Y presente (en Río), y con la presencia de una oyente, Inés, o Reina Dido “da igual” dijo.Disco hoy tuvo el agrado de hacer un tri ping pong de canciones entre Maky, Maxi, y yo.-Placebo junto a David Bowie “Without you I’m nothing” (yo)-Richard Ashkrofts “It’s song for a lovens” (Maky)(gané el</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/106800235796082293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/106800235796082293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesdiscos.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106800235796082293' title=''/><author><name>Disco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10472163126102907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033527.post-106797335952446291</id><published>2003-11-04T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T11:16:02.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>pero... pero... ¿qué pasó con nuestra página?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/106797335952446291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/106797335952446291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesdiscos.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106797335952446291' title=''/><author><name>Disco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10472163126102907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033527.post-106796445438558718</id><published>2003-11-04T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T08:47:37.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>prueba</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/106796445438558718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033527/posts/default/106796445438558718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesdiscos.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106796445438558718' title=''/><author><name>Disco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10472163126102907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
