Co.david fernández

apple is not cool anymore… but, was it ever?
the most profitable company in the world, couldn’t it even just earn a little bit less, in order to make a better working conditions for the people who build our devices?
but it seems our world is made this way, some people have to be in bad conditions in order make others live well, very well. and it’s not only apple, almost every every electronic device is build in such conditions. our televisions, the trains, planes and vehicles that transport us, the video games… but apple was supposed to be different. at least that’s what the advertisement said! steve jobs was so happy when referring to foxcomm working conditions as the factories had “cinemas, supermarkets, swimming pools and recreational areas inside”. is that what you need to be happy?

i always bought apple devices, as you can trust them when you are over a stage. i would NEVER go out to a stage with a pc.

here you can sign a campaign in order to tell apple they are being bad boys (or just in order to feel better as you sign it, but keep buying apple devices).

down here an interesting report about this issue from cbs news:

despite greenpeace says apple are dirty, very dirty boys. this beautiful apple has a very fat worm inside!

playing in the streets. i’ve been almost a year and a half doing it. i decided to leave the damn theater (which otherwise has given me everything) and its derivatives to be a musician. music is what i’ve always loved. to make my own music, starting from below. i began 3 months ago studying music at a school. i also recorded an album and jumped into the street to work on it every day. until you get the point the street is very tough. then you get used and you do need to play almost every day. in berlin and in los angeles you earn a good money. madrid right now is a disaster, our economy is destroyed. during a few years this will be my base, the ground from which i will grow up (i started in the madrid subway. the foundations are started from the ground david!). i’ll get from here to wherever, as always. for my balls. with magic or not. so romantic…

i sell my cd’s, i meet very different people interested in my music (from an old woman to a homeless, a skater or a family with children …) and more importantly, with each day my dream of being a cellist and composing my own music becomes true. i wait for no one to tell me i am a musician, or a composer. i am just being it! and i work when i want and where i want. no bloody bosses. i can practice a passage or a new composition dozens of times, allowing errors. i can travel to any major city in the west and make a living without even knowing the local language. and what i earn is for me; no taxes, do not wait 4 months to be payed, no invoices or tickets … i do not have talent, a particular talent that makes me good doing something, so my destiny would be to serve and work for those “talented” ones. but i resist. it will take me one hundred times more effort, but i will get it.

playing in the street also makes me to leave my hole, it’s good to me, to my head. i am in the outside world.

these are the good things… because after 18 years working in theater, you get used to have a dressing room where you leave things, an audience more or less respectful and quiet, getting a lot of money for performing during 90 minutes (yes, after 3 months of rehearsals) …so it’s hard to play concerts of 5 hours and watching the 95% of people just passing by, meanwhile you are getting so cold. also to go every single day to job. finding someone else is playing in “your” spot. what about taking hundred of small coins to the bank every week; separated, sorted and counted one by one by one. drunk people shutting at you. and of course, the security guard or police man telling you to leave right now, as it’s not allowed to play here… excuse me sir, do you know who am i? hahahahaaaaa

but the hardest thing, i am not kidding, it’s how fuckingly hurts my ass ‘cos so many hours being seated over my amp.

i can be proud that i will never play the fucking albinioni’s agagio or vivaldi’s four seasons (which i adore by the way). i play own my music (well… except the delicious rabel’s bolero and some arrangements of purcell and rameau that i play sometimes).

here is one of the scores i’m starting to transcribe to organize my work. thanks to the “logic” score editor and my incipient knowledge of music. laaaaaaaa la raaaaa.

bach’s johannes passion, one of my favorites master pieces. which i was so lucky i could listen live in leipzig past year, in the same church in which it was premiered 280 years ago. :0 after revising the work bach discarded these three arias… which are by the way one of the most beautiful, colorful and powerful ones amongst the hundred hi wrote. specially this himmel reise with it’s punk cello and those kids singing like angels in the background. in bach we trust.

Bach – Himmel, Reise, Welt, Erbebe, BWV 245A

Bach – Zerchmettert Mich, BWV 245B

Bach – Ach Windet Euch Nicht So, Geplagte Seelen, BWV 245C

in poetry we truck

keith jarret doing crunches

one of my favorite sportsmen. pure muscle.

vuelvo al hollywood,
como se vuelve siempre al amor,
vuelvo a vos,
con mi deseo, con mi temor.
llevo el hollywood,
como un destino del corazón,
soy del hollywood,
como los aires del bandoneón.

sueño el hollywood,
inmensa luna, cielo al revés,
busco el hollywood,
el tiempo abierto, y su después.

quiero al hollywood,
su buena gente, su dignidad,
siento el hollywood,
como tu cuerpo en la intimidad.

te quiero hollywood,
hollywood, te quiero.

vuelvo al hollywood,
como se vuelve siempre al amor,
vuelvo a vos,
con mi deseo, con mi temor.

quiero al hollywood,
su buena gente, su dignidad,
siento el hollywood,
como tu cuerpo en la intimidad.
vuelvo al hollywood,
llevo el hollywood,
te quiero hollywood,
te quiero hollywood…

from tina paterson