Here, as promised, the second part of my story yesterday.
Be here tomorrow for the conclusion;)
Friday, October 30, 2009
Samsonite Forget Combination Lock
Dorval (Part 2, October 30, 2009)
Young Thus began the road in the dark. Bicycles left
thin furrows on a floor covered with more snow. Everything was silent. In the distance there were some absurd and strange noises, but nothing to disrupt the ongoing sentiment felt by our youth.
A weird feeling. As they were walking on ground never before trod. As they were entering a place not really exist.
The journey seemed endless at all. At each bend in the road, even large trees threatening to obscure the same slope drawing away.
the darkness almost complete.
Yet our Friends still progressing quite well. They relied on the outlines sketched by vegetation that ran along the dirt road, and the moon that showed his nose through the spruce and fir trees, like a lantern in the middle step of the underworld.
They crossed small streams on two occasions. There were also large hills to climb, and finally found themselves overlooking a large mountain, which was located more than six or seven miles from their starting point.
"Hey! Look! We arrived at the top of the big hill! Just have to lower it and we'll be almost there! "Nicolas
shouted with excitement. The other three seemed completely exhausted by physical effort.
"Nico, you do not even think when we get off that mountain bike?
-No. We should leave here and continue on foot. "Yann
was satisfied with that answer. They then drove
bicycles along the road and began to descend in the dark this enormous escarpment.
It was impossible to envisage any other scenario.
The drop was far too large and, moreover, was made slippery with all that snow fell during the last hours. A truck or all terrain would have struggled to climb here, and this, in full summer day.
So they went down. They chutèrent sometimes. There were also a few rolls in the snow. Kevin broke his pants even believing always be on the way, when in fact he walked into the ditch.
At the bottom, our quartet rested a bit and went to the old wooden bridge spanning the river Dorval. Beyond were the famous waterfalls and, further, the three peaks of clay where Kevin had come early to raise raspberries.
"It's not there, says Nicolas. Take the small path just before the bridge. "Decidedly
, Nicolas had a lot more to say than usual. They saw each
their steps and then, after some effort, found the right path. A small path completely hidden under the branches of trees and ferns frozen. Nicolas
embarked on the path.
"Damn, but what do you take? you've already been here or what? "
Yann did not seem happy at all. He began to feel cold and even though he was the bravest of the group, became increasingly fearful at the prospect of engaging in this passage obscure.
He did not know why, darkness began to really scare him.
Meanwhile, Nicolas ignored the question of his friend. He merely said: "Come! Over here! "Kevin looked
Yann and his brother. Kevin seemed tired and discouraged. Little Alex, meanwhile, was busy with some musings known only young children.
Nobody said a word. And, curiously, as if they were arrested by the Devil himself, engaged in the narrow path.
The wait was not very long.
They saw the house.
A forgotten house of cards and plans. A house of forgotten people. Forgotten God ...
A large Victorian nineteenth century, having absolutely nothing to do there. Anachronistic and inexplicable, certainly, but equally majestic. All wood. Large windows and threatening obsolete. A wide porch overhung by huge beams Scots. Perhaps the cherry.
Two large floors topped here and there with large windows with rectangular windows.
In front of a massive dark door, almost giving the impression of a gaping mouth leads directly into the entrails of a monster. A monster
majestic, all-in-fact. But also
very old.
Many broken windows. A gray and cracked wood. An old brown dust on the steps leading to the porch and on window sills.
Part of the chimney was also collapsed, leaving the ground a pile of broken bricks haggard.
Add to this picture a thin snow cover, a dark and cloudy night, a heavy silence and, scattered everywhere, many grass fueling the feeling of abandonment and imprisonment. A table
strange.
Who wanted to go there?
Person.
"What's that? "Yann
pointed an orange object that illuminated the front of the house. A small dim light.
"It's a house," said Kevin.
- No, I'm talking about this orange object over there before the house. "They approached
so all four.
Suddenly, Yann felt his blood run cold.
was a pumpkin. Placed on a table in front of the stairs to the porch. A horrible grin carved out the flesh of the squash. Two large triangular eyes.
Three candles. One inside the fruit, the other two on each side.
"I do not like it at all! Damn, why is there a pumpkin at this point?
Let's get out! "Kevin was really
in shock. Suddenly, he would have liked to be elsewhere. Not before this house and before this nightmare sneer yellow-orange, but in the streets of Alma, picking some caramels. The city seemed so far away now. Yann
dared say a word. Completely frozen at the sight of pumpkins.
Meanwhile, Nicolas will not display at all his assurance earlier. He wanted his father to be there. And for once, he would have preferred to be away from Yann.
In the distance, an owl screamed. Some of the wind rustling in the trees.
"If there is a pumpkin is that the people inside are distributing sweets! "
Everyone turned to Alex.
It's amazing how the words of a child can sometimes dispel all fears.
Suddenly, they were almost all reassured.
Almost.
Kevin knocked on the door. There was no answer.
They went all-in-itself.
When the door closed, it is unclear how, Yann realized with horror that not only in snow were those of his brother and his two friends. How someone could he put that pumpkin on the table? Yann
turned, hoping to leave soon.
What he saw through the window was beyond human understanding.
Pumpkin, previously turned outwards and the small path, was now facing them. Looking inside the house. Yann
The heart froze in horror. 
Young Thus began the road in the dark. Bicycles left
thin furrows on a floor covered with more snow. Everything was silent. In the distance there were some absurd and strange noises, but nothing to disrupt the ongoing sentiment felt by our youth.
A weird feeling. As they were walking on ground never before trod. As they were entering a place not really exist.
The journey seemed endless at all. At each bend in the road, even large trees threatening to obscure the same slope drawing away.
the darkness almost complete.
Yet our Friends still progressing quite well. They relied on the outlines sketched by vegetation that ran along the dirt road, and the moon that showed his nose through the spruce and fir trees, like a lantern in the middle step of the underworld.
They crossed small streams on two occasions. There were also large hills to climb, and finally found themselves overlooking a large mountain, which was located more than six or seven miles from their starting point.
"Hey! Look! We arrived at the top of the big hill! Just have to lower it and we'll be almost there! "Nicolas
shouted with excitement. The other three seemed completely exhausted by physical effort.
"Nico, you do not even think when we get off that mountain bike?
-No. We should leave here and continue on foot. "Yann
was satisfied with that answer. They then drove
bicycles along the road and began to descend in the dark this enormous escarpment.
It was impossible to envisage any other scenario.
The drop was far too large and, moreover, was made slippery with all that snow fell during the last hours. A truck or all terrain would have struggled to climb here, and this, in full summer day.
So they went down. They chutèrent sometimes. There were also a few rolls in the snow. Kevin broke his pants even believing always be on the way, when in fact he walked into the ditch.
At the bottom, our quartet rested a bit and went to the old wooden bridge spanning the river Dorval. Beyond were the famous waterfalls and, further, the three peaks of clay where Kevin had come early to raise raspberries.
"It's not there, says Nicolas. Take the small path just before the bridge. "Decidedly
, Nicolas had a lot more to say than usual. They saw each
their steps and then, after some effort, found the right path. A small path completely hidden under the branches of trees and ferns frozen. Nicolas
embarked on the path.
"Damn, but what do you take? you've already been here or what? "
Yann did not seem happy at all. He began to feel cold and even though he was the bravest of the group, became increasingly fearful at the prospect of engaging in this passage obscure.
He did not know why, darkness began to really scare him.
Meanwhile, Nicolas ignored the question of his friend. He merely said: "Come! Over here! "Kevin looked
Yann and his brother. Kevin seemed tired and discouraged. Little Alex, meanwhile, was busy with some musings known only young children.
Nobody said a word. And, curiously, as if they were arrested by the Devil himself, engaged in the narrow path.
The wait was not very long.
They saw the house.
A forgotten house of cards and plans. A house of forgotten people. Forgotten God ...
A large Victorian nineteenth century, having absolutely nothing to do there. Anachronistic and inexplicable, certainly, but equally majestic. All wood. Large windows and threatening obsolete. A wide porch overhung by huge beams Scots. Perhaps the cherry.
Two large floors topped here and there with large windows with rectangular windows.
In front of a massive dark door, almost giving the impression of a gaping mouth leads directly into the entrails of a monster. A monster
majestic, all-in-fact. But also
very old.
Many broken windows. A gray and cracked wood. An old brown dust on the steps leading to the porch and on window sills.
Part of the chimney was also collapsed, leaving the ground a pile of broken bricks haggard.
Add to this picture a thin snow cover, a dark and cloudy night, a heavy silence and, scattered everywhere, many grass fueling the feeling of abandonment and imprisonment. A table
strange.
Who wanted to go there?
Person.
"What's that? "Yann
pointed an orange object that illuminated the front of the house. A small dim light.
"It's a house," said Kevin.
- No, I'm talking about this orange object over there before the house. "They approached
so all four.
Suddenly, Yann felt his blood run cold.
was a pumpkin. Placed on a table in front of the stairs to the porch. A horrible grin carved out the flesh of the squash. Two large triangular eyes.
Three candles. One inside the fruit, the other two on each side.
"I do not like it at all! Damn, why is there a pumpkin at this point?
Let's get out! "Kevin was really
in shock. Suddenly, he would have liked to be elsewhere. Not before this house and before this nightmare sneer yellow-orange, but in the streets of Alma, picking some caramels. The city seemed so far away now. Yann
dared say a word. Completely frozen at the sight of pumpkins.
Meanwhile, Nicolas will not display at all his assurance earlier. He wanted his father to be there. And for once, he would have preferred to be away from Yann.
In the distance, an owl screamed. Some of the wind rustling in the trees.
"If there is a pumpkin is that the people inside are distributing sweets! "
Everyone turned to Alex.
It's amazing how the words of a child can sometimes dispel all fears.
Suddenly, they were almost all reassured.
Almost.
Kevin knocked on the door. There was no answer.
They went all-in-itself.
When the door closed, it is unclear how, Yann realized with horror that not only in snow were those of his brother and his two friends. How someone could he put that pumpkin on the table? Yann
turned, hoping to leave soon.
What he saw through the window was beyond human understanding.
Pumpkin, previously turned outwards and the small path, was now facing them. Looking inside the house. Yann
The heart froze in horror.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Grooping Animals Games
Halloween!
As Halloween in a few days, I decided to compose for you a little story of circumstances. In three parts. The first, entitled "Dorval (Part 1 October 29 2009.) "Is published today.
The second tomorrow and finally the grand finale on Saturday.
Happy reading!
Wie Heißt Milena Velba Wirklich
Dorval (Part 1, October 29, 2009)
October 31. The day of the dead.
What is what may scare young teenagers in there? Everyone knows that Halloween is simply a commercial holiday. For the youngest, a quest to collect sweets for the rest of the year. For older children the opportunity to read Bram Stoker or listen to the new horror movie.
A simple possibility for people to entertain and warm up a bit, while Christmas is still very distant, and that winter is already upon us. A feast
stupid, then?
is well believed that our four friends who stood backed the amounts of an archaic old cedar fence, this cold October evening.
Four youths, aged between nine and fifteen years, for whom the threat of ghosts and witches do not represent more than the other chimeras of this ilk.
Well, almost everyone. Alex, this little redhead puny nine years as a cheerful pink and elves from the North Pole, believed all these stories.
year last, his big brother had made him listen Exorcism and he was still shaken. No doubt to him that the devil did exist. Hidden somewhere in the neighborhood. In the bushes.
Alex, however, was more of a burden for others than anything else.
He was there because "mom" wanted Yann wins. Yann, his older brother by 15 years, and somehow the leader of this band.
There was also Kevin, chubby and with almost looks like an adult, and Nicolas, thin and not very talkative, which would have followed Yann anywhere.
latter two had all fourteen both.
Our four friends stood against the fence, and all wondered what to do. Alex would have liked to collect sweets, but Yann, down from its fifteen years, refused to go to the clown in front of all these homes to meet his little brother. For his part, Kevin was receiving tons of sugar each week of his mother, now separated and living at the other end of town. No need of October 30 to satisfy his appetite and waistline. As for Nicolas, he was just there. It was in Transylvania if Yann had lived there.
As simple as that.
These are life circumstances that are inscrutable. Our group could, like many others, walking the streets picking candy and gum.
Our group could disguise himself.
But this was not the case.
"What can we do?
- No idea. "Kevin looked
Yann absently, with a hint of bitterness in his eyes.
"As long as nothing, I may as well go home.
- Everyone is picking up some candy right now, stressed Yann.
- We could perhaps go for a stroll to the end of the road Dorval? "Alex
soon fades. Yann and Kevin turned to Nicolas, who had just proposed this idea.
They were vaguely surprised, firstly, that Nicolas dares to propose an idea and, secondly, that this idea was going to walk in the most dismal place throughout the city of Alma. Yann
scratched the snowy ground with his boot black, then said quickly: "And what we would do there?
- My father once told me that there was an old house in the background, near the falls, Nicolas growled. A house that once served as housing for people of a religious sect. I wonder if she is still there. "
Alex hid her face in her hands.
Nobody said a word for a long time. Their minds wandered.
the distance, the last rays of sun pierced the sky already heavily laden clouds.
few flakes here and there. A
I indescribably grim and fascinating at the time in this strange scene. Four young silent about the fate of the evening, as night fell seriously on this little road to the few houses.
It was said not one October evening, but rather far advanced on November 1.
One winter evening a lot more than Halloween ...
Yann Kevin looked, and finally Nicolas, and said, "Okay. Let's go.
- And if there are still people out there? "Asked Kevin.
- We will have to return here. People have every right to walk, right? And anyway, it is true that there was already a cult there and it's still there, then we will have to convert! "Obviously
, Yann joking.
- I doubt that people are still there. Dad said it was in the seventies. The house is probably all rotten, "said Nicolas.
- Nico Frankly, asked Kevin, since when do you take an interest in old houses?
- I went to Val-Jalbert last year!
- Who cares. "All
then began to laugh.
Except Alex. The red-haired boy of nine years was terrified. But he loved his brother and had great confidence in him. Then he dared not oppose the will of the group. Besides, he knew that most of the time he was a burden for Yann. So he tried to have as little as possible differing opinions of others. Moreover, it never showed her fear. At least in words.
Because yes, he was afraid.
And in this dark hour when the quartet embarked on the path to Dorval Cycling, Alex might just save. If he had only opposed resistance. If he had threatened to complain to mom and dad, everything would have been different. 
October 31. The day of the dead.
What is what may scare young teenagers in there? Everyone knows that Halloween is simply a commercial holiday. For the youngest, a quest to collect sweets for the rest of the year. For older children the opportunity to read Bram Stoker or listen to the new horror movie.
A simple possibility for people to entertain and warm up a bit, while Christmas is still very distant, and that winter is already upon us. A feast
stupid, then?
is well believed that our four friends who stood backed the amounts of an archaic old cedar fence, this cold October evening.
Four youths, aged between nine and fifteen years, for whom the threat of ghosts and witches do not represent more than the other chimeras of this ilk.
Well, almost everyone. Alex, this little redhead puny nine years as a cheerful pink and elves from the North Pole, believed all these stories.
year last, his big brother had made him listen Exorcism and he was still shaken. No doubt to him that the devil did exist. Hidden somewhere in the neighborhood. In the bushes.
Alex, however, was more of a burden for others than anything else.
He was there because "mom" wanted Yann wins. Yann, his older brother by 15 years, and somehow the leader of this band.
There was also Kevin, chubby and with almost looks like an adult, and Nicolas, thin and not very talkative, which would have followed Yann anywhere.
latter two had all fourteen both.
Our four friends stood against the fence, and all wondered what to do. Alex would have liked to collect sweets, but Yann, down from its fifteen years, refused to go to the clown in front of all these homes to meet his little brother. For his part, Kevin was receiving tons of sugar each week of his mother, now separated and living at the other end of town. No need of October 30 to satisfy his appetite and waistline. As for Nicolas, he was just there. It was in Transylvania if Yann had lived there.
As simple as that.
These are life circumstances that are inscrutable. Our group could, like many others, walking the streets picking candy and gum.
Our group could disguise himself.
But this was not the case.
"What can we do?
- No idea. "Kevin looked
Yann absently, with a hint of bitterness in his eyes.
"As long as nothing, I may as well go home.
- Everyone is picking up some candy right now, stressed Yann.
- We could perhaps go for a stroll to the end of the road Dorval? "Alex
soon fades. Yann and Kevin turned to Nicolas, who had just proposed this idea.
They were vaguely surprised, firstly, that Nicolas dares to propose an idea and, secondly, that this idea was going to walk in the most dismal place throughout the city of Alma. Yann
scratched the snowy ground with his boot black, then said quickly: "And what we would do there?
- My father once told me that there was an old house in the background, near the falls, Nicolas growled. A house that once served as housing for people of a religious sect. I wonder if she is still there. "
Alex hid her face in her hands.
Nobody said a word for a long time. Their minds wandered.
the distance, the last rays of sun pierced the sky already heavily laden clouds.
few flakes here and there. A
I indescribably grim and fascinating at the time in this strange scene. Four young silent about the fate of the evening, as night fell seriously on this little road to the few houses.
It was said not one October evening, but rather far advanced on November 1.
One winter evening a lot more than Halloween ...
Yann Kevin looked, and finally Nicolas, and said, "Okay. Let's go.
- And if there are still people out there? "Asked Kevin.
- We will have to return here. People have every right to walk, right? And anyway, it is true that there was already a cult there and it's still there, then we will have to convert! "Obviously
, Yann joking.
- I doubt that people are still there. Dad said it was in the seventies. The house is probably all rotten, "said Nicolas.
- Nico Frankly, asked Kevin, since when do you take an interest in old houses?
- I went to Val-Jalbert last year!
- Who cares. "All
then began to laugh.
Except Alex. The red-haired boy of nine years was terrified. But he loved his brother and had great confidence in him. Then he dared not oppose the will of the group. Besides, he knew that most of the time he was a burden for Yann. So he tried to have as little as possible differing opinions of others. Moreover, it never showed her fear. At least in words.
Because yes, he was afraid.
And in this dark hour when the quartet embarked on the path to Dorval Cycling, Alex might just save. If he had only opposed resistance. If he had threatened to complain to mom and dad, everything would have been different.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Halal Restaurant Buenos Aires
Beatles, what is the best version?
Indeed, there are two official versions of the musical material devoted to the Beatles. The first, most widespread, is often associated with Great Britain. The second is largely confined to the public of the United States and Canada.
Before entering the heart of the matter and assess the notable differences between the two products, we allow some preliminary remarks.
First, we must know that the version of the United States, U.S. repealed, no longer in production in Canada. Since the advent of the CD in the early 90s, this version has become increasingly rare. Yet, from 1963 to 1989, it was this version that was legitimate here. I do not know the precise motivations of Apple and Capitol Records, but one can believe that they decided to cut the costs associated with duplication of equipment the Beatles muscial.
This is also the same in the United States. At this writing, the new remastered albums sold in the U.S. appear to be the same and here is the English version - or UK -.
will review the album-you one U.S. one day? Nothing says ...
Why are there two versions? Very simple.
The output of 33 rpm albums in the United States was often delayed compared to the output in the United Kingdom. Result? In America, more time to make albums of higher quality, with also the possibility of incorporating recorded material belatedly. That
. UK Albums
Please Please me
With The Beatles
A Hard Day's Night
Beatles For Sale
Help!
Rubber Soul Revolver
Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band Magical Mystery
Tour White Album Yellow Submarine
Let It Be Abbey Road
So 13 albums. In 1988, we added to this musicography another album: Past Master. This album allowed Beatles fans to finally listen to tracks from the albums still neglected by English. So today, we consider the version from Great Britain as a label of 14 albums.
additionnal Note: Contrary to official edicts, I placed Abbey Road as the last album, rather than Let It Be . The reason is simple. The songs from the album Abbey Road were the last recorded by the group . Let It Be was released later, but his equipment is older than the previous album. Albums
U.S.
Twist And Shout
Meet The Beatles
The Beatles 'Second Album
A Hard Day's Night Original Soudtrack
Something New
Beatles 65'
Beatles VI
Help! Original Motion Picture Soundtrack
Rubber Soul Yesterday ... And Today Revolver
Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band Magical Mystery
Tour White Album Yellow Submarine
Hey Jude Let It Be Abbey Road
18 albums. The entire Beatles musicography is present here. No song is missing. Even the songs are instrumental in this portrait. Special note: according to my classification, Beatles' Second Album and Beatles VI are respectively three and seven albums The reason is simple. The Beatles arrive in America in 1964 with Meet The Beatles . It has therefore from that.
Analysis:
mention, first, that I am therefore entitled to determine for you the best version of Beatles albums. I have indeed each disk imaginable, both those of the United States than the United Kingdom. Gone With 33 laps that materials on compact disc. In fact, I have all. Including rare albums, compilations, etc..
(Drum roll ...) The U.S. version
wins and it is unequivocal.
All songs are included in the U.S. version. In addition, the albums Hard Day's Night Original Soundtrack and Help! Original Motion Picture Soundtrack are not only simple but full albums hearing the two films of the same name. The song Help! is different, the introduction is complete. The album Rubber Soul is higher than its counterpart from Great Britain. A more folk, sweet, special.
Hey Jude, Do not Let Me Down , Ballad Of John & Joko , We Can Work It Out , Paperback Writer , etc.., Are all available songs only in the United States.
In England Will not possible to hear these songs on 33 rpm. In fact, through Past Master is feasible. The catch? Only since 1988. Before? Only 45 laps.
Moreover, as there are more albums, so there are more album covers. In short, the evolution of the group pictures is more significant.
Beatles Experience is more comprehensive through the U.S. version. Sound more authentic. The "feel" more real. The full smile.
As simple as that.
So why this version is it increasingly abandoned?
I do not know. Probably because the English version is considered more authentic because of its widespread availability around the world. For, indeed, the U.S. version was limited to the market in North America. Also note that the discs from Great Britain came out on the market some time Advent those of the United States. And where are the Beatles?
From Liverpool.
Liverpool is in England.
That, ultimately, the only explanation.
For U.S. albums are better. 
Indeed, there are two official versions of the musical material devoted to the Beatles. The first, most widespread, is often associated with Great Britain. The second is largely confined to the public of the United States and Canada.
Before entering the heart of the matter and assess the notable differences between the two products, we allow some preliminary remarks.
First, we must know that the version of the United States, U.S. repealed, no longer in production in Canada. Since the advent of the CD in the early 90s, this version has become increasingly rare. Yet, from 1963 to 1989, it was this version that was legitimate here. I do not know the precise motivations of Apple and Capitol Records, but one can believe that they decided to cut the costs associated with duplication of equipment the Beatles muscial.
This is also the same in the United States. At this writing, the new remastered albums sold in the U.S. appear to be the same and here is the English version - or UK -.
will review the album-you one U.S. one day? Nothing says ...
Why are there two versions? Very simple.
The output of 33 rpm albums in the United States was often delayed compared to the output in the United Kingdom. Result? In America, more time to make albums of higher quality, with also the possibility of incorporating recorded material belatedly. That
. UK Albums
Please Please me
With The Beatles
A Hard Day's Night
Beatles For Sale
Help!
Rubber Soul Revolver
Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band Magical Mystery
Tour White Album Yellow Submarine
Let It Be Abbey Road
So 13 albums. In 1988, we added to this musicography another album: Past Master. This album allowed Beatles fans to finally listen to tracks from the albums still neglected by English. So today, we consider the version from Great Britain as a label of 14 albums.
additionnal Note: Contrary to official edicts, I placed Abbey Road as the last album, rather than Let It Be . The reason is simple. The songs from the album Abbey Road were the last recorded by the group . Let It Be was released later, but his equipment is older than the previous album. Albums
U.S.
Twist And Shout
Meet The Beatles
The Beatles 'Second Album
A Hard Day's Night Original Soudtrack
Something New
Beatles 65'
Beatles VI
Help! Original Motion Picture Soundtrack
Rubber Soul Yesterday ... And Today Revolver
Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band Magical Mystery
Tour White Album Yellow Submarine
Hey Jude Let It Be Abbey Road
18 albums. The entire Beatles musicography is present here. No song is missing. Even the songs are instrumental in this portrait. Special note: according to my classification, Beatles' Second Album and Beatles VI are respectively three and seven albums The reason is simple. The Beatles arrive in America in 1964 with Meet The Beatles . It has therefore from that.
Analysis:
mention, first, that I am therefore entitled to determine for you the best version of Beatles albums. I have indeed each disk imaginable, both those of the United States than the United Kingdom. Gone With 33 laps that materials on compact disc. In fact, I have all. Including rare albums, compilations, etc..
(Drum roll ...) The U.S. version
wins and it is unequivocal.
All songs are included in the U.S. version. In addition, the albums Hard Day's Night Original Soundtrack and Help! Original Motion Picture Soundtrack are not only simple but full albums hearing the two films of the same name. The song Help! is different, the introduction is complete. The album Rubber Soul is higher than its counterpart from Great Britain. A more folk, sweet, special.
Hey Jude, Do not Let Me Down , Ballad Of John & Joko , We Can Work It Out , Paperback Writer , etc.., Are all available songs only in the United States.
In England Will not possible to hear these songs on 33 rpm. In fact, through Past Master is feasible. The catch? Only since 1988. Before? Only 45 laps.
Moreover, as there are more albums, so there are more album covers. In short, the evolution of the group pictures is more significant.
Beatles Experience is more comprehensive through the U.S. version. Sound more authentic. The "feel" more real. The full smile.
As simple as that.
So why this version is it increasingly abandoned?
I do not know. Probably because the English version is considered more authentic because of its widespread availability around the world. For, indeed, the U.S. version was limited to the market in North America. Also note that the discs from Great Britain came out on the market some time Advent those of the United States. And where are the Beatles?
From Liverpool.
Liverpool is in England.
That, ultimately, the only explanation.
For U.S. albums are better.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Messages For Wedding Program
Forgetting is not dust-
Why do I think about that tonight?
I do not know.
We are all different. We all have things we are taking to heart for different reasons. To this dark past, nostalgia events and circumstances that may or may not evoke good feelings.
A memory attached to that first kiss. A ARTEFAC associated with this event occurring to the banks of a fire.
A picture or a song.
For me, this object can be found in the dust. Under
lot of dust.
Imagine this old garage 80s. A cottage too small to include a car, but also too big to serve only to Apenta. Coverage bland and pale white sheets. A simple iron fireplace brightened a dark witch hat.
within a broad bric-a-brac. Lots of effects accumulated over the years.
There all a bunch of miscellaneous tools. In the other corner, piles of wood arranged so haggard.
disks. Revolver leaving the lot, as if it had been used recently. A bicycle, old and worn. A lawn mower. Various materials: wood, glass, pieces of steel, tin.
Some fantastic figurines painted in red. Old furniture. A clock mode of the Sacred Heart. A sketch of autumn.
All this under a pile of dust.
There is also something else. At the back of a motorcycle. Yamaha Virago 750 XVK 1983.
She is always there. Gutted, murdered. Bruised.
Long ago, we tried a restore. Missing budgets, as well as desire and the project was abandoned.
It looks at all that what once was. Now, this is only a skeleton dissected. A kind of remembrance of the ravages of time.
Yet it is still there. Pieces.
No more rear wheel. The seat is gone, as well as the fuel tank; be prominent on any motorcycle.
Tires are cracked. Most globes are broken. All chrome has been removed. The exhaust, chrome and pretty old, no longer exists. The steps are distant memories.
nuts all seem dull or rust-ridden.
But it's still there.
The engine seems intact, as well as the chassis. The front wheel is still in this strange portrait. Finally, the front consisting of lights and dials, remains substantially unaltered.
Looks like a look. Vague and worn.
A look that refuses to die.
missing pieces to complete oxidises in the attic.
But it's still there.
hundred times my father would have wanted to get rid of it. Percent When I refused.
It is too much for me.
My first test on a motorcycle. My best pictures. My driver's license. My first excursions around Lake St. John. All my high school diaries.
My father going to work when I was younger. The starter refusing to comply. A romantic getaway between my parents. The secret passage behind Heggins . Rashel.
Freedom.
No chance that I can get rid of.
I wish I was close to her. But why?
She is patient.
She knows that I will return one day for her. 
Why do I think about that tonight?
I do not know.
We are all different. We all have things we are taking to heart for different reasons. To this dark past, nostalgia events and circumstances that may or may not evoke good feelings.
A memory attached to that first kiss. A ARTEFAC associated with this event occurring to the banks of a fire.
A picture or a song.
For me, this object can be found in the dust. Under
lot of dust.
Imagine this old garage 80s. A cottage too small to include a car, but also too big to serve only to Apenta. Coverage bland and pale white sheets. A simple iron fireplace brightened a dark witch hat.
within a broad bric-a-brac. Lots of effects accumulated over the years.
There all a bunch of miscellaneous tools. In the other corner, piles of wood arranged so haggard.
disks. Revolver leaving the lot, as if it had been used recently. A bicycle, old and worn. A lawn mower. Various materials: wood, glass, pieces of steel, tin.
Some fantastic figurines painted in red. Old furniture. A clock mode of the Sacred Heart. A sketch of autumn.
All this under a pile of dust.
There is also something else. At the back of a motorcycle. Yamaha Virago 750 XVK 1983.
She is always there. Gutted, murdered. Bruised.
Long ago, we tried a restore. Missing budgets, as well as desire and the project was abandoned.
It looks at all that what once was. Now, this is only a skeleton dissected. A kind of remembrance of the ravages of time.
Yet it is still there. Pieces.
No more rear wheel. The seat is gone, as well as the fuel tank; be prominent on any motorcycle.
Tires are cracked. Most globes are broken. All chrome has been removed. The exhaust, chrome and pretty old, no longer exists. The steps are distant memories.
nuts all seem dull or rust-ridden.
But it's still there.
The engine seems intact, as well as the chassis. The front wheel is still in this strange portrait. Finally, the front consisting of lights and dials, remains substantially unaltered.
Looks like a look. Vague and worn.
A look that refuses to die.
missing pieces to complete oxidises in the attic.
But it's still there.
hundred times my father would have wanted to get rid of it. Percent When I refused.
It is too much for me.
My first test on a motorcycle. My best pictures. My driver's license. My first excursions around Lake St. John. All my high school diaries.
My father going to work when I was younger. The starter refusing to comply. A romantic getaway between my parents. The secret passage behind Heggins . Rashel.
Freedom.
No chance that I can get rid of.
I wish I was close to her. But why?
She is patient.
She knows that I will return one day for her.
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