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Dec 10, 2008 | 8:45 AM PST
Tags: Bob , Dylan , Blowing , in , the , wind , Cover
Bob Dylan - Blowing in the wind ( Cover )
Jul 4, 2008 | 3:24 PM PST
Tags: Khristian , Bob , White Lion
Fuente: Primera Hora
No es rapero y mucho menos reguetonero, sin embargo, el cantante Khristian Bob ha hecho su debut precisamente en el género urbano con el tema “Tu avión”.
Haber tomado de niño un par de palos de batería para saciar su inquietud musical fue sin buscarlo el trampolín para que el vocalista urbano se lance ahora, a sus 20 años de edad, como solista.
Khristian Bob, cuyos padres son pastores de la iglesia evangélica Cristo Reina en Guaynabo y lo apoyan como artista, no pretende emular el estilo del dúo Calle 13 que, afirma, ha sido parte de su influencia musical.
El también compositor y productor musical, sin embargo, reconoce tener cierta inspiración en los arreglos de sus canciones como “Tu avión” -corte con el que ha debutado en la radio nacional e Internet- del dúo alternativo conformado por René Pérez y Eduardo Cabra. Sin embargo, Christian Torres, su nombre real, al igual que lo fuera en un pasado Calle 13, pertenece al sello discográfico White Lion.
“Me encanta el reguetón, y me llena musicalmente como el rock y el hip hop”, dice el joven quien cursa estudios en música popular en la Universidad Interamericana del área Metropolitana.
Se reafirma en que “no vengo a competir con nadie, esto es lo que tengo... No soy rapero ni reguetonero. Mi música y letras las estoy haciendo como las siento”.
No le teme tampoco al rechazo que pueda surgir por parte de los exponentes del reguetón por su look y su música.
En tanto, su influencia musical también está matizada por la nueva trova. “Todo eso ha salido en mí en diferentes formas como lo alternativo con lo urbano, el rock y hasta samba. Es como todos los estilos en uno. Siento que mi estilo tiene algo particular”, sostiene.
Emocionado, agrega que “en la música llevo desde niño. Un día cogí unos palos de batería en la iglesia y no he parao”.
A eso de los 11 años de edad, narra que como regalo de Navidad, les pidió a sus padres una guitarra y un piano, porque era lo que le atraía más que los juguetes.
Mientras siguió creciendo, su interés y atracción por la música fue mayor y formó su propia banda musical con los panas de la escuela superior.
Se destacaba como el batería y compositor de sus canciones, y hasta grabó con sus amigos un demo, pero no sucedió nada porque sus compañeros se fueron a estudiar a Estados Unidos, y él optó por quedarse en Puerto Rico.
Cuenta con simpatía que fue de manera espontánea como se fue puliendo como artista. Empezó a grabarse él mismo creando sus propias pistas y ritmos en reguetón y hip hop, hasta que un día también se motivó a componer sus temas, percatándose así de que su estilo se inclinaba más al género alternativo y no hacia el reguetón.
En cuanto a su nombre artístico, explica que surgió en su núcleo de amistades. Siempre estaba con su guitarra tocando canciones del fenecido cantante de reggae Bob Marley. Y como había varios chicos con el nombre de Christian en el grupo, para diferenciarse lo bautizaron como Khristian Bob.
¿Cómo llega a White Lion?
Debido a que cataloga su concepto musical como “raro y diferente”, es que Khristian Bob tuvo como primera opción comunicarse con el popular sello discográfico White Lion, presidido por Elías de León y al que han pertenecido talentos como Tego Calderón, Julio Voltio, Jowell & Randy, Zion & Lennox y Calle 13.
Como consiguió una tarjeta de la compañía, se hizo pasar por otra persona e informó al empleado Rody, quien le contestó la llamada, que tenía un demo de un joven llamado Kristian Bob y se lo hizo llegar.
Ese mismo día, para su sorpresa, se comunicaron con él vía telefónica y reaccionó un tanto incrédulo porque no esperaba una respuesta inmediata.
Tan pronto fue citado a White Lion en Ocean Park, arribó al lugar desde su residencia en Guaynabo con su piano, guitarra, computadora y dos bocinas, y le montó a Elías de León un pequeño concierto.
Le interpretó los temas “Hollywood” y “Tu avión”, que es uno de los sencillos del disco “La nueva camada de leones”,que reúne a varios cantantes nuevos del patio y de la compañía.
Ante el asombro de Elías de León, grabaron inmediatamente ambas letras con una mejor calidad en un estudio profesional.
No les teme a las críticas
Como las críticas nunca faltan cuando un nuevo cantante aparece en la palestra musical, Khristian Bob no teme a los comentarios que puedan surgir en contra de su propuesta.
Siente que “estoy listo para lo que pase y estoy preparado”.
Es consciente de que su estilo pueda no gustarle a mucha gente, pero su pasión es tanta que asegura no hacer música sólo por dinero sino porque lo disfruta mucho.
En sus composiciones plasma la crítica social, el amor y el desamor e inyecta cierta ironía como en el tema “Hollywood”, que es una sátira de lo que sucede entre las estrellas de la pantalla gigante.
“Me encanta la ironía y esto es lo que quiero cantar”, acota.
Su inquietud social
Sus preocupaciones como joven, dice, son varias, pero siente que “hace falta un cambio en los líderes (en la política), porque hay algo que no está funcionando”.
“Pienso que debe de haber un giro de 180 grados,” acota.
Elías de León atraído con su música
Elías de León, presidente de White Lion, tan pronto escuchó en su oficina los temas, se convenció del talento de Khristian Bob.
Para el ejecutivo, Khristian Bob está en “esa talla de artistas diferentes. Esto es un proceso. Cada cuatro años tengo en la finca un árbol diferente y éste es el próximo”.
“Yo amo la música desde nene. Mi meta es ser el que más artistas sacó y triunfó”, acota el empresario.
May 21, 2008 | 4:12 PM PST
Tags: Martin , Scorsese , Bob , Marley , Movie , Documentary , Schedule , Spike , Lee
Moviemaker MARTIN SCORSESE has been forced to step down as the director of a new BOB MARLEY documentary due to scheduling conflicts.
The Oscar winner, who won acclaim for his recent Rolling Stones concert film Shine A Light, has been replaced by Jonathan Demme, who made Talking Heads' film Stop Making Sense and Neil Young: Heart of Gold.
The Marley film will be released to coincide with what would have been the reggae icon's 65th birthday in February, 2010.
Hey, what about Spike Lee? What's his schedule like?
Jan 28, 2008 | 10:55 AM PST
Tags: bob , drinking , partying , jazz , new york city , drama , crazy
I left the lake on Saturday. I figured I'd get back and get ready for the work week ahead. I'm going on third shift starting at 1:30am tomorrow morning. I don't really know how to sleep, ectetera.
So Saturday night I went out, telling myself that this will be the LAST time I can go out for a long time. I took the 9:30pm bus into NYC and headed up to a fave jazz club. I stayed until four am and met up with Lance and we hung out for a few hours having breakfast and then he came back to the flat to hang out with me.
I thought he might make a good roommate.
I was a little enebriated.
So it was Sunday morning and he was on the cell with his girlfriend and he says he'll cook dinner. And I decide to have a change of heart and have Denise and Bob over one last time. Bob left for Fla. this morning and I figured they could meet Lance and tell me if they thought he'd make a good roommate.
So they came down.
And Lance made some beef ribs and veggies and it was all good.
Then Bob says he's having trouble breathing. Denise and Bob and Lance all go to Bob's car to drive up to his house to get his inhaler or some such thing.
Then a few minutes later Lance says that they need to use MY car because Bob's won't start. So I go down and over and Bob is having kind of an episode..it might have been drama, who knows? So I get into his car and have no trouble turning the engine over. Bob couldn't drive and I don't think Lance remembered how to drive a stick shift.
And so Bob decides that he'll stay there with Lance whilst Denise and I motor up to Bob's house and get his inhaler and some medicine thingy. Then we motor back. Bob is still standing on the sidewalk with Lance holding him -exactly where we left them.
I tell Bob that I'll just take him home. I get him in the car with Denise and Bob. We drive up to Bob's house. But we're stuck up there. I don't have any cash, nor does Lance. Denise wants to leave and says she'll pay for the taxi to take us all back. She and I have just about had it with Bob and his episodes.
So she calls a taxi and we motor on down and drop her at her flat and then on to my flat.
Lance goes into the parlor and is watching some video. I go to bed.
At 4:30am I hear the buzzer for the door. I think it must be Lance, that he locked himself outside while going out for a smoke. I buzz the door. Bob comes up the stairs huffing and puffing.
He says that he has a cab running outside and that he doesn't have any cash.
I ask him what's this all about.
He says that he had 300. in his wallet and somebody cleaned him out.
I asked him who?
He said that he knew that it was Lance.
Okay, now I'm dumbfounded. Did Lance steal the cash from Robert?
So I send Bob into the living room and he wakes Lance up and confronts him about the money. He says that he needs that money to get to the airport at 5:30am and that he doesn't know what to do.
Lance emphatically denies taking Bob's money. He explains to Bob about how he was having serious health issues and how we had to take him back to his house and how were we going to get home? Why didn't he offer to pay for a taxi to take us back, him with all his millions.
Bob says he would've if we had asked. Fat chance.
So then Bob says he wants to see Lance's wallet. Lance puts up a bit of a fight saying he can't believe what is going on here. So he says he has to use the loo, and hands me his wallet as he goes in. I give it to Bob. There are a few dollars in there, but no 300. Lance is very insulted by all of this.
Bob leaves.
We all go back to bed for a few hours. I wake up around 10am and decide that Lance must go. So I wake him up and tell him I need some alone time and would he get it together. We decide he'll leave around 12pm. So I make coffee and we hang out and he has a bowl of Fruit Loops and I tell him that I don't think I want a roommate for awhile. And he sounds a bit upset. But I tell him that I think that with the new job I just need to be alone for awhile, given the hours and everything. Eventually it sinks in. And he seems okay with it, but says I have to stop changing my mind all the time, and he gives me a little of his victim spiel. And I tell him that we've all been down that road...nobody has it easy all of the time.
And so this morning I walk him to the bus to take him home. And we stay for awhile and talk about cars while waiting for the bus which is late. Then I tell him that I can go out on weekends but that during the week I really have to focus on the job.
He shakes my hand, gets on the bus, and at that, he's gone.
I go home and clean up the mess, dishes and the like from the party. I remove all evidence.
Big question? Who stole the cash? Was it Denise? Was it Lance? Or did Bob just misplace it given his mental capacity with seizures and all?
And do I need this drama in my life? I want quiet now.
So I'll try to get back into bed around 4pm and sleep for a good many hours before treking into the city for the job. I'm here now to get info on how to get to the office.
Bob and the ambulances and the like are what caused me to go out and blow off some steam. Saw Charles, he looked miserable.
And so ends this January.
Have a great day world, and thanks for reading!
-Richard
Jan 25, 2008 | 8:26 AM PST
Tags: diabetes , Bob , Poconos , sick , imposition , imposing people , friends , guilt
So as many of you out there probably have gathered, I went on to Myspace, and Youtube, and Yahoo360 and did searches for "creative literary artistic types." Mostly on Myspace on ended up with all Ivies. I used to be intimidated by Ivy Leaguers, despite the fact that so many of my friends went there. But after a season of working with The General Counsel, Libby over at Columbia my fear changed. We used to have great talks about such things as "where knowlege was going" and "Colorado." And I saw the whole educational world from a different perspective and it was truly a great experience.
I stopped inviting people to listen to my portion of the novel, and stopped asking them for feedback on Myspace when a little window came up telling me that I was "spamming" people.
I hate spam. Even the canned ham spam, ala Monty Python. So I'd be the first to be abhorred by my own actions. I'd never really thought of myself as a spammer. I kind of thought of my self as this literary writer person asking people who might know something or have some interest their opinions and feedback about my work.
At what point does this cross the line and become spam?
Was I selling something? Perhaps I did push my book a little. But you probably can't even get it off of Lulu.com since I've tried as an outsider and it seems nearly impossible. Besides the play is far more palatable, (it is my feeling).
I'd give the book away for free if I could afford it. Most people hate it to be quite honest. I had an Editor of sorts look at it and she told me that she couldn't get through the first bit. I don't think she tried. I know it can be cumbersome when what I'm trying at is ala Thomas Wolfe -not the contemporary, but of Look Homeward Angel fame.
And so it is. And there you have it. I tried to get some folks to read. Don't know if they did. Didn't get any feedback, and have I spammed all the ivies in Manhattan using Myspace? I'm not sure. I tried to peak their interests, many of they in the banking industry.
I just wanted feedback. This is the best way to improve a piece.
Okay, so away from that. I won't be adding another video for awhile. I don't want to saturate this site yet.
I will add more in time. Not always from the lake. I want to experiment with other venues, take you more into my world, the club, the parks, the life beyond. All that is Richard. Maybe I can take you with me and you can see the world from the slant I give it..that bit of light.
I guess all writers want to be heard. Isn't that what we write for? Don't we write for this proverbial world audience? I think that alot of what I try to do on such sites as Ehow and the like, are for the betterment of society. But perhaps my views aren't the best.
I can only try. This is all I know. In my own small way, I'd like to leave this world a little better than I've found it..not that I plan on going anywhere, but I'm sure you get the picture.
Okay away from this...and onto another subject.
I did hear from Bob. He went into the hospital, had some kind of surgery. He's out now and wants me to drive him up to his house in Pennsylvania so he can get his mail. I suppose he's expecting something...a renewed driver's license? Believe me when I tell you tha this man prone to diabetic seizures should definately NOT be driving.
He says the doctor says he can't walk very much and that he can't pick anything up and definately NOT drive so he's telling me that I have to drive him up there. But I've the new gig starting in a few days and I am on at night and I have to change my entire universe to do this job, although if truth be known, I'm definately excited about working on the Dark side of the moon! It should great fun to see how the world goes on the other side, and as long as I don't develop wings and fangs I should be fine.
Hate the bites.
It never ceases to amaze me the very number of people in my life, mostly of enormous means, who will put upon me to help them. Bob is so rich he could easily afford to hire a car service to whisk him up from his house in Bayonne, NJ to the Post Office in Pennsylvania. It's just "easier" if I take him up there? Easier for who I ask you?
I'm at the lake.
I used to have a cell phone that didn't get reception up here in the woods. And so many of my friends still believe that they can't contact me here. Of course I'm letting the cat out of the bag by telling you all that I've since gotten a better cell phone. But shhhhhh. I'm sure they don't really care enough about me to actually be reading this site.
And let's face it, 63 year old diabetic Bob is lo-tech. Doesn't know what the innna-net is.
God love 'em.
I feel badly for him. But he has family that can help him. Why must I always be put upon?
Aunt Lillian is another one. Always she wants me to come and bring a bottle of brandy and cigarettes and dinner..usually I have to supply the dinner and cook the dinner and serve the dinner and clean up after the dinner, so how am I different from a butler? I think she was used to having so very many servants when she lived summers with her familiy in Malta. But that is another story altogether. She may have known The Queen, but she is not the Queen. And I don't care who presented whom at court.
Okay, so that's all you get for today. I have to run out to the barber shop to get a haircut, getting shaved again...I do this necessary thing every few months...down to practically skin. And then Mother wants to run over to the cemetary to grandfather's grave. It's his birthday. I don't think he gives a damn one way or the other if we go out to see him. it is a bit of a trek. But he was a friend to me and I do kind of miss him and it will be a lovely if not cold day. And mother will get lost trying to find it alone.
My brother can't help (not that he ever does) because he's going to a Memorial Service for a friend of his who used to own a bar and then offed himself recently. Things weren't working out.
I know that feeling. But I just reinvent. Or start blubbering on a website such as this.
No victim here. Just life's little challenges. We all have them. It's how we handle them. Alas, I digress.
Have a great day world and I'll talk to you soon.
As always,
Richard
"phenomenally"
