Erika's Birthday Walk

Juan Esteban Aristizábal Vásquez (born August 9, 1972), known professionally as Juanes, is a Colombian musician who was a member of the rock band Ekhymosis and is now a solo artist. "La Camisa Negra" ("The Black Shirt") is inspired by Colombian singer-songwriter Octavio.

Tengo la camisa negra Hoy mi amor esta de luto Hoy tengo en el alma una pena Y es por culpa de tu embrujo Hoy sé que tú ya no me quieres Y eso es lo que más me hiere Que tengo la camisa negra Y una pena que me duele Mal parece que solo me quedé Y fue pura todita tu mentira Que maldita mala suerte la mía Que aquel día te encontré Por beber del veneno malevo de tu amor Yo quedé moribundo y lleno de dolor Respiré de ese humo amargo de tu adiós Y desde que tú te fuiste yo solo tengo Tengo la camisa negra Porque negra tengo el alma Yo por ti perdí la calma Y casi pierdo hasta mi cama Come on come on come on baby Te digo con disimulo Que tengo la camisa negra Y debajo tengo el difunto Tengo la camisa negra Ya tu amor no me interesa Lo que ayer me supo a gloria Hoy me sabe a pura Miércoles por la tarde y tú que no llegas Ni siquiera muestras señas Y yo con la camisa negra Y tus maletas en la puerta Mal parece que solo me quedé Y fue pura todita tu mentira Que maldita mala suerte la mía Que aquel día te encontré Por beber del veneno malevo de tu amor Yo quedé moribundo y lleno de dolor Respiré de ese humo amargo de tu adiós Y desde que tú te fuiste yo solo tengo Tengo la camisa negra Porque negra tengo el alma Yo por ti perdí la calma Y casi pierdo hasta mi cama Come on come on come on baby Te digo con disimulo Que tengo la camisa negra Y debajo tengo el difunto Tengo la camisa negra Porque negra tengo el alma Yo por ti perdí la calma Y casi pierdo hasta mi cama Come on come on come on baby Te digo con disimulo Que tengo la camisa negra Y debajo tengo el difunto

This should get your heart beat pumpin', pumpkin :)

See you at the Chateau (or should I say SAY you at the Chateau :))

Coming from an early background in punk rock and rap music, Charlie B. Wilder (aka Captain Planet) began making hip-hop beats at an early age on archaic equipment, digging for samples in the usual Funk, Soul and Jazz wells –all the while developing a taste for Reggae and African music. After being offered a primetime slot playing strictly international music on WNYU’s “Passport” radio show, Wilder began digging deeper and deeper into music from Africa, the West Indies, India, Latin America and the Far East – eventually coming into possession of the entire World music section of Lincoln Center’s Public Library. Flipping these same World records the way Hip-Hop producers traditionally sample, these international sounds began creeping into the tracks that the Captain was producing for a few Hip-Hop groups at the time. After realizing these beats stood on their own and could function as a different kind of dance music, Wilder’s “Gumbo Funk” style of production was born. His 2005 debut 12” on Bastard Jazz sold thousands of copies and led to remixes for artists like Vieux Farka Toure, Alice Russell and The Pimps of Joytime – not to mention placements on HBO’s Entourage and CBS’s CSI:NY

Since then Wilder has released 2 more successful Captain Planet EP’s on Bastard Jazz Records as well as a slew of remixes (both bootleg & official) for the likes of Little Dragon, Erykah Badu, Mayer Hawthorne, Mia Doi Todd, and Gilles Peterson’s Havana Cultura project. His eclectic music blog MixtapeRiot.com has become a popular go-to for DJ’s, tastemakers, and music lovers worldwide- providing them with a steady stream of underground dance music, exlcusive remixes, and DJ mixes. The Captain’s debut full-length album “Cookin’ Gumbo” is the culmination of his many years constantly producing music and searching for new sounds. Blending a wide range of styles (from NY hip hop, to NOLA funk, to Nigerian Afrobeat and beyond), Captain Planet’s trademark sound has matured into a truly unique form of electronic music- bridging gaps between worldwide music diasporas as well as contemporary dance music sub-genres (house, hip hop, dubstep & breaks). Throughout every Captain Planet song, the focus remains very clearly on keeping it fun & funky.

• Info: http://www.mixtaperiot.com http://www.bastardjazz.com

THE MUSE, By Anna Akhmatova

When in the night I await her coming,

My life seems stopped. I ask myself: What

Are tributes, freedom, or youth compared

To this treasured friend holding a flute?

Look, she's coming! She throws off her veil

And watches me, steady and long. I say:

"Was it you who dictated to Dante the pages

Of Hell?" And she answers: "I am the one."

--Translated from the Russian by Stanley Burnshaw

Born in cerrado, at the vast tropical savannah of Brazil, Renato Rocha is a multi-platform digital artist. His deep, electronic productions sound as if they were filtered through the natural world around him: Plants, insects, birds, the dry wind, the moon. The same way a mosaic is created, Kurup’s music is a colorful collage. Noise fragments, samples and soundscapes are blended trough different layers to achieve the final goal: Narrative. Musical traditions of his afro-brazilian background flourish in his story together with aspects from downtempo, dub, house and techno, Finally mixed up with a psychedelic touch. Kurup is currently a resident dj at LIMBO and has released 4 EPs and many singles through distinct music labels around the world such as Frente Bolivarista, Tropical Twista, Shika Shika, CasaCaos, Urban Cosmonaut Radio, Leveldva, Drossel, Aya and many more.

To listen to more of their awesome music, check this out: https://kurup.bandcamp.com

I swear, if not for love, Oh, you noble son... I would give you a final sip [And you would be] Not for me and not for the people

I swear, if not for love The precious is cheapened, And brings you the sweet one down From your high home

Not for me, and not for the people

I swear, if not for the rumors of the people And the jealousy, I would take my loved one on my shoulders And set out away

And my loved ones left me May they not be bestowed favorably They cut my wings Like they cut the wings of a bird

Not for me, and not for the people

In the summer I stretch out on the shore And think of you Had I told the sea What I felt for you, It would have left its shores, Its shells, Its fish, And followed me.

Translated by B. Frangieh And C. Brown

Along the hard crest of the snowdrift to my white, mysterious house, both of us quiet now, keeping silent as we walk. And sweeter than any song this dream we now complete— the trembling of branches we brush against, the soft ringing of your spurs.

Translated from the Russian by Jane Kenyon