A finales de 1973 se publica el último álbum grabado en vida por Gram Parsons, Grievous Angel.

Poco antes, el 19 de septiembre, había aparecido su cuerpo sin vida en el motel Joshua Tree Inn. La razón de la muerte, sobredosis de heroína, morfina y alcohol.

Lo cierto es que los últimos tiempos de Gram Parsons fueron convulsos. Líos de faldas, movidas con la banda, adicciones múltiples hacen que el músico busque refugio en el desierto de South California.

Parece ser que no había voluntad de rehabilitación en este retiro, como algunos afirman, ya que en la localidad de The Joshua Tree, las fiestas protagonizadas por Gram Parsons llevaban fama, pues duraban días enteros. Lo cierto es que si las fiestas duraban días las resacas no lo hacían menos.

Pero ni siquiera muerto  encontró la paz definitiva. Su propio cadáver fue objeto de disputa.

Por un lado su padrastro buscaba trasladarlo a Nueva Orleans para, de esa forma, convertirse en heredero de su hijo adoptivo.

Sin embargo Phil Kauphman, mánager y amigo, cumpliendo su última voluntad lleva el cuerpo a Cap Rock, en el Parque Natural de Joshua Tree,  y allí le prende fuego y esparce sus cenizas en  el desierto.

Hace 35 años en The Joshua Tree falleció Gram Parsons.

Sólo tenía 26 años.

Dejó un legado musical inmenso que, a día de hoy, sigue siendo reivindicado por cantidad de músicos.

Mientras preparo la siguiente entrada sobre los Flying Burrito Brothers os propongo estos dos vídeos.

El primero de ellos es de la canción Love Hurts de Boudleaux Bryant y que grabara con Emiliou Harris en Grievous Angel, último disco de de Gram Parsons registrado en vida.

En esta ocasión está interpretado por Norah Jones y Keith Richards en el concierto homenaje a Gram Parsons que se celebró en 2004 con el nombre de Return to Sin City.

El segundo es de Wild Horses, canción compuesta por los Stones pero que grabara antes que ellos Gram Parsons con los Flyin en Burrito Deluxe segundo y último disco que grabara con esta formación antes de iniciar su carrera en solitario.

Love hurts. Nora Jones and Keith Richards

Wild Horses. The Rolling Stones

"You always hurt the one you love
The one you shouldn’t turn at all
You always take the sweetest rose
And crush it till the petals fall.

You always break the kindest heart
With hasty words you can’t recall
So if I broke your heart last night
It’s because I love you most of all.

You always break the kindest heart
With hasty words you can’t recall
So if I broke your heart last night
It’s because I love you most of all…"

by Allan Roberts & Doris Fisher, "You Always Hurt The One You Love"

We hurt the one we love so that we can learn to love ourselves and others more unconditionally, more deeply, and more completely .....[read more of Kidpieces article]

Love hurt when you didn't know..

Love hurt when you were far..

Love hurt at every odd hour..

Love hurt when i remembered "goodbye"

Love hurt and I couldn't even cry..

Love hurt more than I could bear..

Love hurt till i gave up right here!

I will stop messaging him anymore. (i try!)

I will still read my newspaper but I will not message him anymore.

Why am I always get so affected by him?

Why am I always manipulating his words?

Why am I always thinking about him?

Please Stop all your nonsense.

Please Stop entertaining people.

Please Stop thinking about him.

I am trying to console myself. I hate to see myself feeling so miserable. I will give myself more time to recover. I am sorry but till now, I cannot forget you.

I was recently into a thing and I got big success in it. It nearly accomplished few of my plans pending. Well this piece of post dedicates to my success..... 

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"As good as, never before,

The feeling I'd started to bore.

Yes I'm capable of all I know,

For determination made my mind glow,

Everyone jealous of my success,

Cause I've crossed all the lines of excess.

Success is the fruit to deservers,

The deservers are spark for others to realize.

Success allows deservers to rise,

The deservers are confident with great fervour

Never happy, I'd been ever before,

For this I made ample space for happiness to store.

Happiness made again a person of me,

Cause I'm not now a locked lock without key.

Now I'm loving the way I've started to think,

I've mend the ship which started to sink.

Success saves the one from falling,

The one who excels saves all he yields.

Success is a tool for all to wield,

But depends how effectively he is using.

I succeeded, that's all that matters to me,

I care least for one behind me.

I love success, cause it brings happiness in bonus,

Now I'm not subdued to failure's colonus.

I'm top of the world to get a wonderful bless,

For I understood, the path of SUCCESS LEADS TO THE HAPPINESS."

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My Life

Well whosoever reads my blog and its post, might be wondering why I'm so a person of problem, pessimism and negative thoughts…. Well my life, as mentioned before, always consisted of some or the other incidents of sadness … few of them has struck me so hard that, the scar will be with me till the end of my life… few mistakes I committed and I'm doing right now has led me into complete change of character… well howsoever calm and joyful person I pretend to be, these mistakes leads me to the path of gloominess again and again…

1. First and foremost, I committed the mistake of arguing with my parents on certain matter... The argument at a time led me far distance off my parents... I love my parents and while doing this I felt I should be dead for this mistake…I don't know, since I came here in Noida I have changed a lot. My calm nature is completely changed… I feel tension in every thing...I've become short-tempered …I'm worked on it and have succeeded a lot. I have almost overcome my short temper.

2. I was in engaged with a girl a pretty while ago. But the true realization came after a long time and a lesson. Well the case was that, initially I just wanted that girl to be with me for the sake of being together and roaming around. I would be dumping her after a certain period of time. But she loved me with her pure immotions. Meanwhile even I started to develop certain feeling about her, but when she forced me to be committed I just disclosed her my pan of being with her for certain period, for the sake of just roaming around and being together… hearing this she left me... I deserved that cause the moment she left me I realized I'm in true love with her, but it was too late by then.

3. Well this might seem quite hilarious to u... but it had an impact on me… I used to allow ten girls in total of 13 of my class during my school day to tie rakhie on my hand… I never stopped them … I don't know why but what could be done. I had no girl left in my class to flirt around… well u might be thinking of other three… well they were not to my type and I simply hate them…(srry if anyone of them is reading it).

4. The mistake which completely changed my life was not opting for BITS, Pilani… even though I got the score quite above cut-off and I was getting CS there. I was mad for IIT-JEE. To my destiny the next year I gave the examination and got well cleared in all subjects except maths with 2 numbers below cut off, though in other two I got a very good margin from the cut off. I was so sure after giving my IIT exam that I did'nt gave AIEEE and unwillingly gave state engineering exam… well my life was heavily ravished. Thus I landed over on the state exam related cllge...

5. This mistake I'm committing ever since my childhood. Though I'm being constantly taught by my experiences that the friends are never for ever, I keep looking for someone special. I've been ditched many times by these so called friends. I'm quite very friendly in nature and get moved in the direction I get love. What have I always experienced is they always made benefit out of me … leaving me empty handed. I want a true friend whom I convey my feelings to get lighten up from tensions and trouble that I possess. But no one tried to understand my feelings...

6. I'm nowadays into the search of my school teachers in my college teachers. I loved my school teachers cause they were sensible enough to understand talent. I have learned that these college teachers are complete different. Favoritism prevails from the highest authority to the lowest. I've been taught at school and home to respect teachers. I did respecteded my school teachers, whom I considered apostle of God … well the above mistake of search made me repent four times but still I'm unknown why I'm always attracted towards these teachers in a hope to find some old forgotten faces.

Well these were few of my mistakes which I commited and still doing it.... these are just one chapter of my life.. my life consists of such pages which are not to be turned, if turned will creat chaos within me. I like buring them somwhere in the unknown corner of my unconcious part of brain.. so that never to be touched... but quite plenty of them i'll be revealing soon in coming posts...... 

Como siempre en esta banda afincada en Los Angeles nos dejan un poco de guitarras rápidas y ritmos salvajes, pero tambien perlas lentas dignas de múltiples escuchas, ellos saben que la mayoria de su público es "eléctrico", pero tambien se lo curran, como siempre, en canciones que nos regalan en acústico en alguna de sus multiples giras.

De este disco, personalmente me quedo con estas, disfrutadlas!

LOVE HURTS

ANNA MOLLY (un gran video!)

as if this is the ideal sort. well, bud, i for one say no to that. i say no to ow.

"Everyone says love hurts, but that's not true. Loneliness hurts. Rejection hurts. Losing someone hurts. Envy hurts. Everyone gets this things confused with love. But in reality, LOVE IS THE ONLY THING in this world that covers up all pain and makes someone feel wonderful again. Love is the only thing in this world that doesn't hurt."

have a LOVEly day!

GodBless everyone!

Back, at the beginning of the month (June 1, 2008 - to be exact), I blogged about the new website promoting "what I suspect will be one of my fav movies of all time". I just wanted to to take a few seconds out of my already hectic schedule to update the web-gem-i-ness of this site.

I originally stated that the U.K. site is much better than the U.S. site (which is still true), and that the U.S. site "was average at best and, while it boasted a trailer and the customary photos, it was lacking substance and umph" (which is no longer true). It seems that, the closer we get to the movie's premier, the more fabulousness is appearing on both the U.S. and U.K. sites.

The U.S. site has undergone a whole new transformation and even boasts a similar flash interface to its U.K. counter part. But, while the U.K. site is still top notch, the U.S.'s site looks genius but is filled with mostly redundancy and is not as interactive as the U.K. version (which places Easter eggs on EVERY page). But, a trip to the U.S. site is recommended because it boasts new music from the film and some groovy downloads that are not available at the U.K. site (and vice versa). One of my favorite things about the site is the quiz (we all know how much I LOVE quizzes) which can be found in the "Villa Donna" section of the site (you'll figure it out). This one has no prize involved, but you get to determine just how well you would handle a "Dilemma Mia!"

As for me, I scored "Dancing Queen" status...which, I am sure, comes as no shock to anyone who has ever had the utter pleasure of being lucky enough to have ever brushed passed me in a busy corridor (ummm...sounds more like a "Drama Queen"...well, that too). But, wait...

The U.K. site also boasts a new, and fun, quiz, which tells you if you and your "LUV-AHH" are a "perfect match". Look for it in the "Beach" section of the site cleverly disguised as a champagne bottle chilling in a bucket. (Also be sure to click the moon on this page, which takes you to a cool feature that allows you to make a wish upon the stars.) I took the test on behalf of myself and my partner, Greg. Here was our score, based on my answers...

...we are the perfect couple! All I can say to that is...DUH!

Anyways, pop on over to both the U.S. site and the U.K. site (which is also shared by the totally groovy people down under) and see what all the buzz is about!

Cheers!

~b.chris
Q}>–8–

Girl,

I have something to confess..Hindi ko na kaya..I am telling you these for your information and I hope that you will contemplate first before any actions/ordecisions will be carried out.

Though OUR (includes friend1, friend2, friend3) evidence is not strong enough..I must say that you deserve to be informed NOW..

First......

Last week (weekdays), I am not sure which day really started..May naulinigan si Friend#1 na boses sa room ni LIAR.I was cooking adobo that time..When LIAR is about to cook hotdog:

Friend #1: Wag ka na magluto kasi may adobo naman dyan
LIAR: Hindi, Muslim kasi yung "bisita" ko
Friend #1: Eh di ba pork din yang hotdog

- - - - - - No comment from LIAR.....

Second......

LIAR keeps on entering our room ...chika chika konti...just to make sure that we are slept and/or will not go out of the room so the "bisita" can go out that no one can notice..

Third....

When you left last Saturday night, the "bisita" came..As usual, LIAR cooked something..Friend #2 and Friend#1 (nagiinuman sa sala) noticed that the TV is so aloud for sometime and afterwards ay mahina..then again malakas ang sounds...

Kagabi...

The "bisita" is again there..as confirmed by Friend #3 to Friend #2..Sabi ni Friend #2 na nakita daw ni Friend #3 yung "bisita"..sort of sumilip yung bisita...isn't it that LIAR switched off his mobile last night?

We are bothered and of course hindi mo maiaalis na kinukutuban kami...we are still in the stage of gathering strong evidence...However,ayoko naman na tumagal pa bago mo malaman..

I know na alam mo ang dapat,tama at "MATURED" na hakbang..

FRIEND

for me.. or for the one who had decided to walk straight ahead..

the road wasn't meant to be for both of us..

i've always wanted to stay.. as the road was meant to be passed by..

i've always hated a journey.. i never want to be so far..

i've been here.. always been here...

most of all.. i've always wanted you to stay.. you.. the one who walked away

the one who left..

and there's no turning back.. or turning head for me..

I'll run to you if you let me.. i'll catch up those things that you left along the rapid steps..

but you didn't let me to..

and i'm broken..

not into pieces..

cause i know that won't be good for me.. for my journey that i've always hated

i'm moving from this road.. this road of yours..

i'll step to the pavements.. where there will be no traces of you..

i'll continue.. as you will.. fly from my thoughts... and be drained from my heart...

time heals.. always heals..

take care......

Even if it hurts, I am beginning to realize that you feel nothing more for me but friendship, it makes my heart weep. Travelling a 2 hour busride, just to make desperate attempt to get noticed and be closer to you, even if in the end my efforts are still unrewarded and I just end up being sorry for myself...

I was told, I don't have to forget someone I love, what i need is to learn how to accept the verdict of reality without being bitter or sorry for yourself.  That i would be better off giving that the dedication and love to someone more desrving.  Listen not only to my feelings but to reason as well.

I wanted to scream, i wanted to cry,  oh, how i wish that tears will wash away the hurt and the bitterness that the past left you with.  I cried endlessly over things that could have been but never will be.

The feeling that i have nurtured for so long isn't healthy anymore.   I have to let go now before it consumes me and my sanity.

After some time, you realize that it's over.

No amount of crying and whining can bring you an instant replay of the things that were and could have been.

Give me the space and the time that I need to learn to unlove you.

How are you?

I don't know how I am. Would you take it against me if I answer that question with a cold stare? How am I doing? I don't know. I absolutely don't know. I guess I've been having sleepless nights, trying to figure out why things didn't work out.

I guess I'm caught between wanting to shut you out of my life completely and wanting to snatch you away. I don't know. I am lost. Life was so much simpler before you messed up with my heart. Happiness, being okay and loneliness were simple emotions.

With you in my life! Now, everything seems much more exaggerated. It's like I feel these emotions from my hair to my fingertips, to the point of being nauseated. . .

Are you okay?

I don't think I'm okay. I am not okay. Being confused never belonged to the realm of being okay. Do you realize what you do to me? I now love the things I used to hate. But still I don't think I'm okay. Am i?

 
I am starteed my life on my life on a timetable. Everything is planned and every aspect has a structure. Everything has a Plan A and if the Plan A does not work, there's always a Plan B. When all else fails, there's always Plan C. When you came something has placed the entire order in my life upside down. My timetable changed and to the point I don't follow a schedule anymore. My plans were all put on hold. The whole structure just went crashing. I had a clear view of what I wanted, where I was going and what I need to get there. The moment you walked in, none of them seemed to matter anymore. All I wanted was to stay with you. And that isn't me. I can't afford to allow that to be me.

You represent the exact opposite of everything I've ever longed for and yet, for some strange reason, I feel happy when I'm with you. Some people have a problem dealing with loneliness. I, however, find myself having a problem dealing with happiness because I can't justify to my mind what I feel about you. It's just not logical. It defies reason.

Are you angry with me?

No, I'm not angry with you. I am just doing what's best for the both of us thereby solving the problem before it begins. I know this feeling all too well. I know I'm gonna end up starting my day with thoughts of you and end it just the same. I'd have imaginary conversations with you in my head. And then one day, I'd wake up realizing that you have become an essential part of my day. It would be all so rosy for the first 90 days. Until one day, reality gives me a nudge and makes me realize I don't really have you.

That no matter how much you said you’re happy with me and no matter how much you share  your dreams and your thoughts with me, I still won't be enough.

That no matter how much you said you cared about me, you can never love me the way I want to be loved. So let me solve this the only way I know how.

You really don't want to see me anymore, no?

Well, yes... At least until I get over you.

At least until I am sure that your presence no longer affects my better judgment.

At least until I've accepted the finality of things and never feel myself longing for something you cannot give.

Let me concentrate on the negative things about you.

Let me bring you down from the pedestal I once placed you in.

Allow me to see your worst and then maybe I'd change my mind.

Let me remind myself that as much as I love you, we have different priorities.

That as much as I adore you, you have a way of pissing me off! A way that only you can do.

Let me be reminded of what a ball and chain you are then maybe I'd learn to see you in a different light.

Let me gaze at your countenance one more time and remind myself how forgettable your features are.

Let me walk with indifference when all I wanted to do was to run to your side and hug you.

Let me be nonchalant about your stories, about your thoughts.

Let me be self-absorbed, allow me to work myself to death or drag my sorry ass whacking my brains out.

Let me be busy. It's just that I don't want to be happy for a moment and be miserable for the next months.

I don't want to love you anymore. My mind refuses to let the heart win.

And you know what the worst part of learning to unlove you is? It’s the disappointing reality that my messed up heart stubbornly believes that letting you go means loving you more.

So allow me to get the space and the time I need as I live day to day, practicing the art of unloving you.