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I wondered this morning, in a little chalenge to myself, which would be my favourite songs ever...
In no particular order:

-California Dreaming by Mamas and Papas
-My Girl - The Temptations
-House of the Rising Sun - The Animals
-Imagine - John Lennon
-Alone in Kioto - Air

It's strange but all this songs are old (appart from air's) and they all remind me of home...

None of them have official videos... hm...

You have seen it, now do it yourself

I was reading someone's blog recently about how the girl in question didn't know what to do of her career. To me it all seemed like someone who was too scared to try and do actualy what she loves. In her mind she would love to be a designer but she's to scared so she buys lots of pieces from others... and to think she could be doing them herself...

Me, I also look at what others do and think " I will never be able to do it". As a young sound designer i listen to what others do and think " no. never". somehow humans have this negativity incorporated in their system. But i found the key. We need to unlock it!

For many years I did my own things but have always been too scared to show them to others. It's a little fear of rejection, but if i never show them then no one will see them, and then will never be able to get better... because... we work for the others. we want to receive payments that's for ourselves and to survive, but we do work for others so... keep your eyes and ears opened.

Yesterday, finally installed in a much deserved new huge bedroom my studio.I am now officialy starting my little "dream factory". It's called TAKKFYRIR which means thank you in icelandic.

I a currently working in a little video shot by my sister which i will be posting tonight.
In the meantime check it out on www.myspace.com/raxy

I have watched milions of music videos, i have the superhuman capcity of remembering every single shot of each one of them.

When i moved to London, considering i could only bring one suitecase with my, i selected my favourite DVD ever, so I chose "Gorillaz demon days". I moved to london carrying hopes and dreams, and always looked at this dvd as "this is how it should be done"

This might sound spookey but needs to be told.

Last year, after being a runner for months and not seeing my situation in london in good roads, i thought "maybe i should go back", but on that same day someone rang the buzzer from work, and, believe it or not, it was Nigel Godrich... I think i told this story before. He was editing his program "From the Basement" and had a team of editors and a director who i only knew by DAVID.

So then i decided to stay.

From the basement was finished and they left, leaving me again in perspective.

Second atempt of going back and i bump into "DAVID" the director, who, very kindly, gives me his phone number.

a year later we meet up for a coffee and another, and another and another until i ask him what's his surname was.

Barnard.






Coincidence, faith, destiny, all that or maybe not, he directed "Demon Days" my favourite DVD, the only DVD i brought with me when i moved.

Does this message give you any strenght today? hope so. Here's a clip o David's work and go check my own, because from now on, I have seen it, now I'll be doing it myself!

Closed for business I'm going home

Sound and Vision

Don't you wonder sometimes
'Bout sound and vision

Blue, blue, electric blue
That's the colour of my room
Where I will live
Blue, blue

Pale blinds drawn all day
Nothing to do, nothing to say
Blue, blue

I will sit right down,
Waiting for the gift of sound and vision
And I will sing, waiting for the gift of sound and vision
Drifting into my solitude,
over my head

Don't you wonder sometimes
'Bout sound and vision


say no more, say no more mr jones... You know how I feel...ahahah

A delight to the soul

I believe the best things in life happen when you're least expecting and in the most random places.

Never misjudge a random place.

So there I was last night at Fresh and Wild, choosing a pack of gluten free cookies when in my Ipod starts playing this song.

My soul opened, my heart beat was in tune and everything stopped. EVERYTHING.

The hair in my arms stood up, every molecule in me was paralised. It was this delightful melody.

Some people can really touch you...

LOSER

In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey
Butane in my veins and I’m out to cut the junkie
With the plastic eyeballs, spray-paint the vegetables
Dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose
Kill the headlights and put it in neutral
Stock car flamin’ with a loser and the cruise control
Baby’s in reno with the vitamin d
Got a couple of couches, sleep on the love-seat
Someone came in sayin’ I’m insane to complain
About a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
Don’t believe everything that you breathe
You get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve
So shave your face with some mace in the dark
Savin’ all your food stamps and burnin’ down the trailer park

Yo. cut it.

Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?

(double barrel buckshot)
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?

Forces of evil on a bozo nightmare
Ban all the music with a phony gas chamber
’cuz one’s got a weasel and the other’s got a flag
One’s on the pole, shove the other in a bag
With the rerun shows and the cocaine nose-job
The daytime crap of the folksinger slob
He hung himself with a guitar string
A slab of turkey-neck and it’s hangin’ from a pigeon wing
You can’t write if you can’t relate
Trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate
And my time is a piece of wax fallin’ on a termite
who's chokin’ on the splinters

Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(get crazy with the cheese whiz)
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(drive-by body-pierce)
(yo bring it on down)
Soooooaaaar....

?em llik uoy t'nod yhw os ,ybab resol a m'I adanaC revo raoS
[You can hear hear it if you reverse it.]

(I’m a driver, I’m a winner; things are gonna change I can feel it)

Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(I can’t believe you)
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(Nlehh...)
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(Sprechen Sie Deutsch hier, Baby!)
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(know what I’m sayin’? )

I SPRED MY ANKLE, COULDN´T MAKE IT TO THE LONDON INTERNATIONAL MUSIC SHOW I´VE BEEN WAITING TO GO FOR MORE THAN A MONTH, I´M STUCK IN BED, CAN´T GO TO WORK, CAN´T GO TO THE PUB, OR EVEN SUPERMARKET. I HAVE TO RELY ON MY FRIENDS BUT THEY ARE WORKING NOW OR IN THE PUB...
TV SUCKS! WATCHED BIG BROTHER REPEAT AGAIN AND AGAIN. EVEN WATCHED BIG BROTHER LIVE!
JUST REALISED THE BRITISH TV IS MAINLY REALITY SHOWS.
THERE´S REALITY SHOWS ABOUT:

HAIRSTYLIST
13 PEOPLE LIVING TOGETHER IN A HOUSE
ROCK N ROLLERR IN LA
CELEBRITY REHAB
THE APPRENTICE ABOUT BUSINESS...

YOU NAME IT!

CAN SOMEONE BUY ME SOME MILK AND RICE?

COULD´T BE FEELING WORST.

BUT

AFTER THE RAIN COMES SUN SO HERE I AM WAITING,
FOR THE MOMENT, IM A LOSER BABY SO WHY DON´T YOU KILL ME

What it feels like for a girl

A year ago I received the heaviest call saying my mum had breast cancer.

A year later, one breast away, the evil tumor, the demonised bug is now rubish, gone and she is clear.

Now, do you know what it feels like for a girl?