Posts Tagged ‘bass’

2 Miles

September 28, 2014

“I’m always thinking about creating.
My future starts when I wake up every morning…
Every day I find something creative to do with my life.”
Miles Davis (May 26, 1926 – September 28, 1991)

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Musings Dial Way E.S.P Period Was Real
Aura Under People Dial Someday Under Smiles
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Musings Modern Cookin’ Walkin’ Miles Jazz Groove
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Babies Dial Miles Steamin’ Arrest Haze Sketches
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X-Patriate III (3rd movement)

February 18, 2014

Violence. Shortages. Anxiety. Traffic. Chaos. Tension. Insecurity. Closure. Disappointment. Kidnapping. Debacle. Consequences. Anarchy. Abuse. Misrule. Power. Exclusion. Wrath. Inequity. Tears. Strike. Frustration.

Some time ago we lost our homeland, today it lies kidnapped.
Once we step forward in unison, we will begin to build it again.




X-Patriate II (2nd movement)

February 18, 2014

Gold, oil, human capital, labor and culture. Everything vanishes. Everything slides through the hands of the givers, splattering his remains to those who lie expats. A country rose and went flying to every corner of the world. Venezuela is not what they are robbing us, they are stealing us time, time to begin to rebuild it. On occasions I raise my head and look beyond El Avila, hoping that the idea, the hope of a new country, comes back at any time. The idea is dispelled by the struggle between men, because the struggle between men is uneven in nature and has no end. Time is endurance but not submission. Gold, oil, labor, culture and human capital fades day after day with hammer and chisel. The ideas descend gradually to lie on the mountains, the rivers and flood our ravines. We must be the ones who flood the streets and tie the hands of those who call themselves givers. Without gold, oil, education or job, El Avila continue to be expectant and he will watch arise a country that never existed. He’s giving us time. But even time runs out.

“God gives hope to the weak, so that he take the risk to be strong.”



January 20, 2014

Dedicated to G. M. and my expatriated siblings.

It should not be called patria or nation where people live in fear.
It should not be called patria or nation where life became upheaval.
It should not be called patria or nation where people live under a bifid, disoriented and completely pulverized precept.



We live in an increasingly vicious reality where is no order; there is no real government nor regime of any kind.



Those who stayed here; those who are not plondering the country… We are exptriated already.


Expatriate: transitive verb. 1: banish, exile 2: to withdraw (oneself) from residence in or allegiance to one’s native country
Allegiance: the obligation of a feudal vassal to his liege lord b (1): the fidelity owed by a subject or citizen to a sovereign or government. (2): the obligation of an alien to the government under which the alien resides


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Against Drops

October 12, 2013

I did not hear anything. I saw drop after drop hit her hand soundlessly.
She closed her eyers and sharpened her senses. In the distance sensed something.
Other drops fell on her. She opened her eyes and was surprised to see that she became liquid.
Her transparent hands waited in silence. She closed her eyes.
An instrument sounded and she forgot it immediately. Saw her body and remembered flesh and bones.
The water ran over her. On her skin, veins, on her ears, on her being. She closed her eyes one last time.
She felt shine. The sun was born.
Then she heard silence.
And she began to drip.


MDE – live

May 11, 2013

October 6, 2011
Centro cultural BOD-Corp Banca
Caracas, Venezuela

Drums: David Marcano
Bass: Ricardo Martínez
Guitar: Dacio Medrano

Piano & effects: Xavier Losada

Production: Proyecta Comunicación

Recording Engineer: Marcel Fernández
Video: Raúl Colmenares
Audio engineer: Eder Soto
Stage Manager: Tyrone Vera
Stage Lighting: Tirso Machado
Scenery: Soluciones Arquimad


“Today I had the estrange sensation of,
While remembering something,
Feeling that I already lived it”

The Story

After writing theater music for about seven years I started my first composition and recording exercise without a script as a headline. The result: noticeably incidental. I created the main theme of soon-to-create stories without realizing it.

That first exercise ended as eight themes that tell, among others, an intense year of my life. I called it: Escritorio.

MDE (stands for typewriter in Spanish) is Escritorio‘s first theme and is inspired by the moment a writer, composer or artist starts to create, to make tangible any idea, when he concentrates a lot of memories and ideas and, by moments, feels fluidity at creating.

MDE drives the beginning of a series of introspections behind the piano, the guitar and a computer, as well as the production of themes at the solitude of my room. Every song I’ve recorded until today, foracantiladoEl hombre que ríeLa uña, el martillo & The Impossible Thoughts or any other project owes something to MDE.

The Original Track

In the Lab (to Cachaito)

March 1, 2013

I went to my lab, I took the cuatro and recorded a rhythm, then recorded two accompanying notes. A few days later I found a bass line to guide the idea. For some reason I always thought of Cachaito. Instrument after instrument: guitar, piano, brass, and percussion toys, one after another, were strengthening the whole idea. This song is for him, who played and thought impossible. It’s a veiled picture.

Now back to the lab.

Persecu_ live

February 5, 2012

October 6, 2011
Centro cultural BOD-Corp Banca
Caracas, Venezuela

Drums: David Marcano
Bass: Ricardo Martínez
Guitar: Dacio Medrano
Guitar & Piano: Xavier Losada

Recording engineer: Marcel Fernández
Video: Raúl Colmenares
Audio engineer: Eder Soto
Stage Manager: Tyrone Vera
Stage Lighting: Tirso Machado
Scenery: Soluciones Arquimad


“…I think of his music as a remembrance of a state to which every human being, at his prime, wishes to return, and within the same feeling of deprivation, the dark conscience of something now missing and once owned should be hidden away”.
August Strindberg, Inferno



The Music

In 1993 I listened to Astor Piazzolla for the first time. It was like any other day of my teenage years: At Luis Fernando’s, guitar, Ice Tea, cigarettes & lot of talk. I remember taking a few Leonel Persecuta among them. We said something about opera – we weren’t at the disposition to listen to it at the moment – and walked back to the room. Two guys, age 14, a year from the death of this unknown man and 16 years on from that recording discover something that will change their lives without even knowing. For many years that followed “El Troesma” played songs like “Cité Tango”, “Pia-sol-la-sol” and “Persecuta” always enlightening and teaching me. Later on I stumbled onto Tango: Zero Hour, La Camorra as well as the need to listen to his music for the first time.

Ten years on from that late adolescent afternoon, as I began to write Escritorio, I began to listen to that recording and decided to make it part of my new reality; from my day to day to any old afternoon.

The Story

Inspired in an imaginary Silent Film Festival with live music and in the complaints I received for my handwriting over the years:

“They began to roll the film only after they made us read what was to happen. There seems to be certain rules; I believe that one of them demands that the text be written in letters legible by all. They would face a problem when an illiterate person takes part.

The text narrated the story of an anonymous who was walking on an odd day of the month. It described the psychological persecution of “anonymous” after he passed through the glance of another unknown.

The film is affected by the audiences knowledge of the story; The film’s singular purpose is to heighten tensions, deepen emotions.

They began to roll the film only after they made us read what was to happen. The last time I went this month (apparently it’s become habit) I closed my eyes during the music. I couldn’t see a single image, strangely, I am always walking with fear of turning around, fear of knowing that it is chasing me, fear of running, of opening my eyes and not understanding, not knowing what it was all about.

I never learnt to read.”

The Theme

Persecu_ is part of Escritorio


Today I found Piazzolla as one of the greatest composers of the 20th century.