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1. Albatross (Corrosion of Conformity)

Albatross (Corrosion of Conformity)

Mi versión de Albatross de COC, que suena mas a pelícano o gaviota. Grabada en los estudios Fils de Putain. 6/8/2015 Ingeniero: Lionel Hutz Producción: Tota Santillán Management: Tony Sorete

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2. The Gashlycrumb Tinies

The Gashlycrumb Tinies

"The Gashlycrumb Tinies" is a children's book (or is it?) written by Edward Gorey in 1962. Recited by Diego Aira. I hope you enjoy listening!

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3. De Vuelta Al Negro (Eisi Disi)

De Vuelta Al Negro (Eisi Disi)

Version de AC/DC Back in Black. Grabada en los estudios Fils de Putain. 16/8/15 Ingeniero: Ricardo Cocochio. Producción: Pinky Satragno Management: Salvador Vergatiesa

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4. Canción de amor interprovincial (Pilotos del templo de piedra)

Canción de amor interprovincial (Pilotos del templo de piedra)

Version de STP de Interstate Love Song. Grabada en los estudios Fils de Putain. 10/8/2015 Ingeniero: Niki Lauda Producción: Juan Alberto Mateyko Management: Zulma Lobato

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5. The Open Window

The Open Window

Amazing bone-chilling short story written by Saki (pen-name of Hector Hugh Munro) included in "Beasts and Super Beasts" - A collection of his best short stories. Narrated by Diego Aira. Enjoy listening!

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6. El rocanrol esta muerto (Lenny Kravitz)

El rocanrol esta muerto (Lenny Kravitz)

Version desopilante de Rock and roll is dead de Lenny Kravitz. Grabada en los estudios Fils de Putain el 22/9/2016. My hilarious drum cover of Lenny Kravitz's Rock and roll is dead. As usual, no metronomic aid was used in the recording of this song. Because fortune favours the bold and, in my case, the bald. Enjoy!

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7. Banda En Fuga (Band on the run)

Banda En Fuga (Band on the run)

Version volada de Wings' 'Band on the Run'. Grabada el 4/8/2015 en los estudios "Las Manos de Onán" Ingeniero de sonido: Ferdinando Hiel de Mofeta. Producción: Billy Costacurta y Billy Cafaro

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8. The Diary of Adam and Eve Part 1

The Diary of Adam and Eve Part 1

A reading of Mark Twain's "The Diary of Adam and Eve" Part 1 Extracts from Adam's Diary. Narrated by Diego Aira Enjoy!

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9. Culto a la personalité (Color Viviente)

Culto a la personalité (Color Viviente)

Homage a los 4 grones fantasticos de la gran manzana. Grabada en quichicientas tomas en los estudios Am Arsch der Welt. 9/8/2015 Ingeniero: El Manco del Espanto Produccion: Ramona Galarza Management: Hnos. Jinkis

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10. Psycho Killer (Cabezas Parlanchinas)

Psycho Killer (Cabezas Parlanchinas)

Version del tema de Talking Heads "Psycho Killer". Grabado en 3 tomas de Baileys con coñac, el 6/8/2015 en los estudios Fils de Putain. Ingeniero de sonido y autor intelectual: Charly Manson Produccion: Yiya Murano

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11. Nadie Sabe (Reinas de la Edad de Piedra)

Nadie Sabe (Reinas de la Edad de Piedra)

Tema difícil de tocar si los hay. Mi version de No One Knows de QotSA. Grabado sin click, sin subvención estatal y otras yerbas, en los estudios Fils de Putain. 12/8/15 Ingeniero: Trini López Producción: Gladys Florimonte Management: Adolfino Cañete

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12. Jabberwocky

Jabberwocky

"JABBERWOCKY" is a poem from "Alice's adventures in Wonderland and Through the looking-glass and what Alice found there" by Lewis Carroll. Read by me. I hope you enjoy listening! JABBERWOCKY Lewis Carroll (from Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, 1872) `Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. "Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!" He took his vorpal sword in hand: Long time the manxome foe he sought -- So rested he by the Tumtum tree, And stood awhile in thought. And, as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came! One, two! One, two! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back. "And, has thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!' He chortled in his joy. `Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.

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13. The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe

The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe

The classic poem by Edgar Allan Poe read by Diego Aira. A timeless masterpiece. I hope you enjoy listening! Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door— “ ’Tis some visiter,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door— Only this and nothing more.” Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore— For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore— Nameless here for evermore. And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating “ ’Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door— Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door;— This it is and nothing more.” Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, ”Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I opened wide the door;— Darkness there and nothing more. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?” This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!” Merely this and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping something louder than before. “Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice; Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore— Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;— ’Tis the wind and nothing more!” Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore; Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door— Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door— Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, “Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore— Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!” Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.” Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door— Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as “Nevermore.” But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing farther then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered— Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have flown before— On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.” Then the bird said “Nevermore.” Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, “Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore— Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore Of ‘Never—nevermore.’ ” But the Raven still beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore— What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking “Nevermore.” This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er, But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er, She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. “Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore; Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!” Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.” “Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!— Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted— On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore— Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!” Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.” “Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore— Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore— Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.” Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.” “Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting— “Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!” Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.” And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted—nevermore!

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14. The Cask Of Amontillado

The Cask Of Amontillado

My version of The Cask Of Amontillado. Narrated by Diego Aira Enjoy!

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15. Blues De La Escoria (Esos Buitres Corruptos)

Blues De La Escoria (Esos Buitres Corruptos)

Mi version de Scumbag Blues de THEM CROOKED VULTURES. Grabado en los estudios Am Arsch der Welt. 23/8/2015 Ingeniero: Javier Bazterrica Producción: Ernesto Tenembaum Management: Geraldine Chaplin

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16. Highway Star (Purpura Profundo)

Highway Star (Purpura Profundo)

Version de Highway Star de Deep Purple. Grabada en los estudios Fils de Putain el 5/8/2015 contra viento, marea y la falta de click. Sepan disculpar las molestias. Ingeniero de grabacion: Acsel Kunchevaski Produccion: Rita Turdera

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17. Man In The Box (Alicia Incatenata)

Man In The Box (Alicia Incatenata)

Mi version de Man in the Box, que en realidad suena mas a Jackass in the Box, pero bué, algo es algo. Grabada en 450.000 tomas el 2/8/2015 en los Estudios Fils de Putain.

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18. Take Me Out

Take Me Out

Version de Franz Ferdinand "Take me out". Grabada el 1/8/2015 en los Estudios Fils De Putain.

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19. Hop-Frog

Hop-Frog

One of my favourite stories by Edgar Allan Poe. I hope you enjoy listening. Narrated by Diego Aira

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