Hector Lavoe "La Voz" **

I remember clearly that day, it was Friday afternoon, my cousin had borught a LP (remember those huge black dics) in a blue cover and a typographic design on it that said "FANIA" and below it written in little letters "all stars". That day there was a big party at her friend's house, I was a little boy and I asked her about that disc, she said to me that was salsa music. At the time I did not know many things about salsa and moreover I was not even interested in it. She played the LP and told me several stories when "FANIA ALL STARS" came first to city to the stadium and made people dance since then and forever. She left our house that Friday afternoon and headed to the party promising to bring the LP on monday for I wanted to listen to it again and make a copy in a 60 MIN MAXWELL TAPE. That Friday changed my life forever, I came across the best salsa band ever, (a year later I went trhough a similar situation with the Rolling Stones and another LP this time by Led Zeppelin -the one with the hermit on the cover I think-. Hector Lavoe was one of the main stars of Fania All. I never realised the importance of Lavoe for Salsa music until he die On June 29, 1993, thirteen years ago. This post is on his Honour, this post is for "La voz" "el cantante de los cantantes" HECTOR LAVOE. If you want to know more about Hector Lavoe please go here.

Also I have posted a video from youtube.com, please if you want to watch it remember first to stop "trapecista's radio blog".

Volan

** I never learned how to dance salsa, I did not even try.

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Volan's last will.

This is a picture of the envelope I received. On September the 29th I received a letter sent from London Metropolitan Police’s forensic department. The envelope contains Volan’s death report. I am still recovering from such a terrible moment. As Volan’s closest (and perhaps sole) friend I am in the obligation of publishing these lines on his own blog, as it was his last will. In strange circumstances my dearest friend Volan passed away in the dawn of the 23rd of September in Homerton Hospital in London. His body was carted off from the churchyard of Saint Paul’s Cathedral after a mad night out with Siobhan (Sweeny), -an Irish-Scottish blues singer whose Volan had just met few hours before in the surrounding areas of Anexo Bar, close to Farringdon Station. At the moment that the ambulance arrived at the place Volan showed a critical state and almost without vital signals dying a while after indoors, in the above mentioned hospital. The death certificated shows a very cryptic language ...

Vomiting in Old Kent Road.

Darko's last post is dated back to 2008... have all this years been a dream, a nightmare, am I back to life, back to death?... Shioban! Shioban... where are you? I died and got back to life... or vice versa. Shioban didn't I see you in the Middle Kingdom? Didn't I? Where have you gone Shioban? Irish Muse? Back to death from life... and a sketch she made in 2006, back the "deadly ol' smoke" Back form the toxic earthly smoke, life deterrent, as I walk covered in tar and sweet pop music, baijiu. Shioban!... you are young, I am gray.... Shioban where have you taken my bones? am I ashes, tar or smog? I still have got that ugly punch you directed at me nose, that night at Kingsland road, I landed, smacked my head to the ground only to wake up at Lewisham... or near, Shioban, you crazy Irish death.... was it Old Kent and Rotherhithe where we vomited solitudes that night? Shioban.

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Norman McLaren was one of the most significant abstract filmmakers of the British inter-war period. Born in 1914 in Stirling, Scotland, he entered the Glasgow School of Fine Arts in 1932, where he became interested in film and joined the School's Kine Society. His earliest extant film, Seven Till Five (1933), a "day in the life of an art school", was clearly influenced by Eisenstein and displays a strongly formalist attitude. (more)

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