If they had, I would put a moccasin regions this morning 
M and was inevitable remember the day he died Viking Valdés. I was in the editorial offices of El Mercurio, interviewing some emblematic of the press for my thesis, when suddenly he heard a wall behind a shocked: "Viking Valdes died," followed by incessant little run through the halls ... is that he died a singer "outstanding."
guess this time the drafting of Mercury, like so many other media (worldwide, in fact) are down. Because with all the respect I don Viking, which was this time it was if not the very king of kings.
We lost too much of the history of music.
And the anecdotes happen. Because we all crossed, in one way or another, for the most tiny of the Jackson Five. My brother, for example, suffered and lamented in his childhood he was not born black (that stuff, right?) Everything, by the bold admiration of years later that they end up whiter than my belly in September-October a wet year and cold.
I will never forget the shame that I ran when carelessly enveloped my feet in white socks, pants combined with and dark shoes, "I did see one of the most" Michael "... And I, humiliated, tried to walk so as not to notice the impasse in the locker room (technical gesture to all this, it is highly pathetic). All
ironic, considering that what I did this morning was to have had white socks on hand to repeat that held, as a humble, but heartfelt, tribute (and you know where it should be the last pair I had in my life? ... at my mother, become, most probably a kind of cloth to spread wax)
And it was no more ... As aptly titled LUN: Pop died without saying goodbye.
All that I appreciate this game (because I never seemed very healthy thank death ... but I have a certain dictator was on the verge of doing so) is that I witnessed one of those moments that make even greater music .
Because life did not allow me to dismiss Elvis. For 10 months I was an idiot when it occurred to snatch Lennon. And because after experiencing the game of Viking Valdés, clearly I needed it to close the circle.
And as someone wrote in his facebook: A dead king, king position, "Bring in Justin Timberlake!".
(A tribute to a great ... Congratulations where you are, Michael. And the other little girls life tries to catch you, but whatever. Because of age I will not pronounce, but that you liked to pilin is what always worried me) ... Anyway.
Goodbye, king of pop.
The strange parallel universe of Toad Livingstone 
M and spare the reader Chile, but this time I was forced to write a character that, most likely, unknown: Don Sergio Roberto Livingstone, the "frog" .
A man who, however, Chileans know very well, it is still a kind of granddaddy all (as our ancestors knew him as emblematic of Chile goalkeeper in the 50s and the others TOO since television is television, "I have been telling us as football match or evening boxeril we appeared on the screen).
The point is that, with regard to the eternal presence in our lives, we have forgiven (and still do) a bunch of "patina" that at this point are the essence and Sasson their television outlets.
Something that brought up, and as I write this column, I see on television a Confederations Cup match (which is played in South Africa) and faces on the court in Spain and New Zealand ... What about comments? of course: Sergio Roberto Livingstone.
First, some with a questionable-at least-"Look how nice the blacks" , delivered as the official transmission shows a trio of South Africans are having fun at his drums in the stands of the stadium.
And that's fine ... is very likely that in the eyes of the "frog" the gentlemen of color have proved pretty effective, but it is remarkable that in his tone, the aged commentator sounds so much like when one in front of a friendly pet, throw a: "Look at that cute puppy."
then sing hymns (the New Zealand First) and Mr. Sergio, the same as a minute before has called for "respect" to listen to patriotic songs, breaks his own silence by saying that "is quite a curiosity that having completed apartheid for so long, the team all the players are white "...
That's where your faithful companion of many battles, Carcuro Pedrito, who with love and touch you in subtle tone says, "is New Zealand, Don Sergio." Fea
frog drop, but who cares? If I do choose a young and lucid commentator habándome "drawing tactical" equipment or "line 3 at the bottom" with which they left to defend, certainly prefer thousand times the good old Sapito to find cute little black or confusing New Zealand with South Africa.
And with it the entire drive becomes a Pandora's box. As minutes ago, the first goal from Fernando Torres for the English, after which celebrates Toad (and probably wrote in his notebook) that it is Torres's first goal in the World ... (important detail: the world will be missing next year and to do exactly 12 months).
But there it is, standing like an oak, two separate comment Partidazo where it does not matter if it has not cachado who is playing or what sport it is. The important thing is to have it there, like the grandfather that we welcome the time and more over, finished the game should not lead to nursing home, or to accommodate the flat ... Just turn off the TV and go. He wants
Don Sergio. World's last hope had enough. Because gagá or not, always an honor to listen.
I sobajeé to Cone Cahuitl! 
... or whatever, because I am referring to the singer of Café Tacuba, a guy who throughout his career has taken to calling him "John", "Pinche Juan", " Cosme "," Masiosare "," Anonymous " "NRU", "Amparo Tonto Medardo In Lak'ech" (or its shortened version "At Medardo ILK)," G3 "," Gallo Gasss "," Elfego Buendía "," Rita Cantalagua "," Sizu Yantra "," Mazatzin Ixaya tleyotl "," IXXI Xoo "and now, apparently," Cone Cahuitl. "
Well, you wonder how you do not know his name, if someone is sobajeé. What happens is that there was more time for social life among them, that you can give 20 seconds of our lives.
You also ask, and rightly so, what the heck is a sobajeo. Nothing serious, do not panic. This is a clapping back, accompanied by a small gesture in the form of touch through which passes one all your love, affection and admiration. Rather, in any case, the most manly. I make the clarification.
And please, do not mock. Is that, what would you do if suddenly meets an artist, which is a fan, and I say that has only 20 seconds to express his joy? In this case, my girlfriend (Adriana Beatriz) was the first to do something, cried aloud and extravagantly "¡¡¡¡ !!!!". Café Tacuba My friend Christian ("malreportero" for bloggers) followed with a handshake and effusive and continued "thanks!". And me? For what sobajeé. It was the first thing that popped into my head.
Do not think that was somewhat capricious. What happens is that the rate during the three hour show, demonstrated a unique rapport. Well, seeing what else could one do to return the gesture with all the love possible? And it was not only the sobajeo. I also added a "Congratulations on 20 years", as the band turns 2 decades of experience. So does this mean?, I was at the height of the holiday.
And this Cahuitil was kind enough, or whatever its current name is pronounced, that may have happened to our side just 10 seconds, the process reached 20. I even took the time to take a little break listening to our praises and thanking each with smiles.
Believe me I've been with Spinetta, Cerati, Fito Páez, Pedro Aznar ... and except the latter, who always gives his good mood and time, the rest is far less effusive than Cuñitril that ... Well, deserves special mention Eduardo Gatti , who ran into me in the men's room of a local Buenos Aires and shook our hands (... yes, once greeting startled me a disturbing feeling ... especially considering that he was leaving the bathroom he was. And we know that a raw statistic indicates that 5 of 6 people do not wash their hands after using the toilet. Source: the obsessive character of Ben Stiller in "Mi Novia Polly") ... but anyway.
I shall point out that the concert was really amazing. That all present were more than paid for (and what to say to me if I did not even buy the ticket) and a chance encounter with Cahuitil put the finishing touches on a very nice evening.
Cafeta Stamina. Are you a good band.
And his best game with a "famous", dear reader?, Can you tell?
A definite yes I write a column starting on Monday I woke up seeing on the news the incredible staging of LOST to promote its fifth season ... ... ... do you see? .. . wait ... no ... it seems that advertising was not a proposal ... inquire details.
So far, two news events of the scene are those who call my attention.
The first is that he lost Susan Boyle. In hard-fought final against the "Diversity", a group of (politically correct version) "Little wealthy class youth, in a beautiful story of overcoming, promising have dedicated their lives to street dance" or if you prefer (real version) "Londoners young offenders rather than continue to waste his life in a stabbing at tourists who visit the Big Ben, the slit had to know a choreographer that led to the TV. "
And a point where this reporter had in his previous post warned about the fateful events that could result from a possible defeat for the bizarre, but famous, lady. There were no suicides, riots or civil disobedience, but you can see that the poor Susan was admitted to a psychiatric clinic. And what's worse, the same where the most famous Chilean interned abroad (after Manuel Pellegrini and his arrival at Madrid), our old, dear and Augusto Pinochet died.
In any case, we know that lady, among other peculiarities, never in his life had been kissed by any man (and not say, "never in his fucking life" because with that background, at least it is clear that bitch was not). So, let's be honest, might have been in need of a psychiatric long before the defeat in the program.
The second fact that struck me was detention of "Light" Arica a 37, like any other, but to enjoy their leisure time devoted to reviving the sport of seducing young girls to chat and show their genitals in acrobatic movements (yes, one of which was denounced by the Special Report).
And it's not stopping what made me think, it's pretty obvious is that the authority will fall back on these little rascal. The point is that apart from a signature monthly circular barred prosecutors near schools and educational establishments where there may be minor.
And considering he was released, sounds like a low-key punishment. But have you thought about it exhausting to be around the city can return if not allowed to walk the streets where a school?
Just think. If you go down a street around the corner and need to get to the next-but in the middle is a school-be obliged to walk at least three blocks to surround the place and reach the endpoint. What if there are two schools nearby? Worse! That really would be around long.
So do not you, but I would be leaving the horseplay by web cam. Look to walk avoiding schools can be a highly stressful and uncomfortable.
M and was inevitable remember the day he died Viking Valdés. I was in the editorial offices of El Mercurio, interviewing some emblematic of the press for my thesis, when suddenly he heard a wall behind a shocked: "Viking Valdes died," followed by incessant little run through the halls ... is that he died a singer "outstanding." 
We lost too much of the history of music. 
I will never forget the shame that I ran when carelessly enveloped my feet in white socks, pants combined with and dark shoes, "I did see one of the most" Michael "... And I, humiliated, tried to walk so as not to notice the impasse in the locker room (technical gesture to all this, it is highly pathetic). All 
And it was no more ... As aptly titled LUN: Pop died without saying goodbye. 
