Qué llorera más tonta. Buf.
Ha fallecido Shane MacGowan, compositor y poeta irlandés, a los 65 años de edad. Descansa en paz, maestro.
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Ha fallecido Shane MacGowan, compositor y poeta irlandés, a los 65 años de edad. Descansa en paz, maestro.
What makes Megalopolis so strange and, for a big-budget Hollywood film, so singular, is that, just like Vergil’s Aeneid, it is at once accretive, allusive, and idiosyncratic because Coppola is attempting something very few artists have ever done: to speak from inside the imperial organism, even as it begins to crack, and to craft a vision that is both a monument to its grandeur and a requiem for its decline.
The Pogues no estaban entre mis grupos de cabecera, pero eran muy buenos. DEP
I'd imagine the whole world was one big machine. Machines never come with any extra parts, you know. They always come with the exact amount they need. So I figured, if the entire world was one big machine, I couldn't be an extra part. I had to be here for some reason.(HUGO)
Ha fallecido Denny Laine, fiel colaborador de Paul MacCartney en los años 70, el único que estuvo junto a Paul y Linda en todas las formaciones de Wings.
Aunque como músico no llegaba al nivel de McCartney, escribió algunas buenas canciones en algunos discos de Wings:
I'd imagine the whole world was one big machine. Machines never come with any extra parts, you know. They always come with the exact amount they need. So I figured, if the entire world was one big machine, I couldn't be an extra part. I had to be here for some reason.(HUGO)
Ha fallecido D’Angelo a los 51 años de edad, víctima de un cancer de páncreas.
Una tragedia. A mi juicio, todos sus discos son excepcionales.
What makes Megalopolis so strange and, for a big-budget Hollywood film, so singular, is that, just like Vergil’s Aeneid, it is at once accretive, allusive, and idiosyncratic because Coppola is attempting something very few artists have ever done: to speak from inside the imperial organism, even as it begins to crack, and to craft a vision that is both a monument to its grandeur and a requiem for its decline.