"No stop signs/

speed limit/

nobody's gonna slow me down!"

Black Ice se llama el nuevo trabajo de AC/DC, después de ocho años de silencio. Un disco del que nada se espera, pero que resulta particularmente fiel a lo mejor que alguna vez tuvo esta banda australiana, que no es poco.

Por Andrés Valdivia.

El rock and roll es una moral de espectro ancho. Permite la coexistencia de sonidos sofisticados y con una impronta de búsqueda y de huracanes montados directamente sobre la estética camionera de la carretera yanki. Esa cervecera, algo misógina y callejera estética del rock. Bien lo saben los Stones, quienes han viajado por ambos extremos del espectro durante el siglo de vida que traen sobre sus hombros. Pero hay otros héroes que habitan el rock sucio, directo, rápido y memorable que merecen tanto o más homenaje que las vacas sagradas. Uno de ellos, sin duda alguna, es AC/DC. Y qué mejor oportunidad que un nuevo disco -que además no está nada de mal- para echarle un vistazo a la que es probablemente la mejor banda rock nunca salida desde las tierras del canguro.

AC/DC es una historia fraguada en dos etapas, una claramente mejor que la otra, pero no por eso menos interesante. Desde 1975 hasta 1979 la banda contaba con el notable Bob Scott (uno de esos machos de chaqueta de bluejeans sin mangas, pero con una voz impactante) y los hermanos Young (Angus en la guitarra y Malcom en el bajo). Junto a otros, estos australianos hicieron uno de los mejores discos de la historia del rock and roll: Highway To Hell (1979), una placa impresionante que llega a la perfección de ese rock apretado, de sección rítmica simple y a la vez quirúrgica en su precisión, coros melódicos y sonido malandra que el grupo venía ya demostrando hacía años. Sobre la estridencia de Scott y Angus Young (impenitente guitarrista del que han salido algunos de los solos más memorables del vasto universo del guitar rock y que toca siempre vestido con el uniforme de su colegio), AC/DC construyó una legión de fans que quedó estupefacta cuando en una noche de juerga en Londres Bon Scott era encontrado congelado, producto de una borrachera en una noche de invierno dentro de un auto. La música de la banda había alcanzado tal perfección en su género que pensar en un nuevo vocalista parecía algo extraño, pero los tipos se atrevieron y editaron el año 80 el que es el mejor disco de la segunda etapa del grupo y el que marca el comienzo de una larga historia de repeticiones: Back in Black.

La extraña voz de Brian Johnson, el ungido reemplazante, nunca pretendió ser una réplica de la de Scott y a pesar de que la banda alcanzó una enorme popularidad durante la década de los ochenta, algo de la magia setentera se esfumó con su llegada y lo mejor de sus compañeros quedó en el pasado. Pero el ejército de militantes fans continuó creciendo, lo que permitió a la banda recorrer el mundo varias veces y editar discos que vendieron cifras estratosféricas. Pero, con una buena cantidad de primaveras sobre cada uno de los integrantes, la banda se detuvo y reposó durante largos ocho años. Casi una década demoraron en escribir nuevo material y en convencerse de que Brendan O´Brian (productor de gran parte de las megabandas salidas de la era grunge y de un par de súper éxitos de Aerosmith) era el indicado para producir un nuevo disco. El concepto era simple: nada de reinvenciones, pastelero a sus pasteles. Con ese mandato se grabó Black Ice, un disco cuyo primer single Rock and Roll Train ya circula en algunas radios. Lo primero que sorprende de este nuevo trabajo es lo ajustado a la línea original de la banda del sonido y la estructura de las canciones. Los riffs marca registrada de AC/DC están por todas partes y hay algo austero en su alcance y ambición, lo que se agradece mucho. Sigue siendo impresionante después de todo que un grupo de vejetes cerveceros se la puedan con un disco tan potente y bien hecho, lo que es más que una buena noticia para los seguidores de cualquiera de sus encarnaciones.

Nesses meus vinte e cinco anos de existência, uma grande parcela vivida foi fazendo parte da tal festa da democracia. Muito além de domingos, muito além do título de eleitor aos dezesseis anos. Eu cresci no mundo político.

Tendo uma mãe coordenadora de campanha de diversos candidatos em diversas esferas políticas, palanques sempre fizeram parte da minha vida. Fui a criança bonitinha que entregava flores a candidatos, fui a simpática menina que sorria e entregava santinhos, fui incrivelmente apertada, amassada e abraçada pelo Fleury na campanha pelo governo de São Paulo, fiz inúmeros cata-ventos, distribui brindes, usei camisetas, fui mais apertada, mais espremida e mais abraçada pelo Fleury (foi então que no auge dos meus sete anos.. passei a entender o significado de ODIAR, sentimento nobre que passei a nutrir por cata-ventos, por gente me apertando e pelo futuro governador do Estado).

Hoje em dia, morando em outro Estado, longe de toda a confusão política e da família que se dedica à vida pública, cumpro só meu dever cívico de justificar a minha ausência na minha zona eleitoral. Mas neste domingo de festa da democracia, forças ocultas que regem o universo (também conhecidos como problemas técnicos de alta complexidade), me impediram de comparecer até uma zona eleitoral para justificar o fato de não votar. Foi aí que meu martírio e peregrinação, em busca de regularização do título de eleitor, começaram.

Minha primeira ação foi descobrir onde ficava o TRE em Curitiba. Fácil, não? Eh.. a parte difícil foi me dirigir até os confins do Prado Velho, em busca da Justiça Eleitoral. Se eu reclamava das calçadas íngremes do centro da cidade, definitivamente, foi porque nunca andei por ruelas estranhas com pedrinhas, lama e muito mato ao invés de calçadas, mas respirei fundo e no alto do meu salto 10, me equilibrei entre buracos, pedras e terra que fariam o caminho de Santiago de Compostela parecer fichinha.

Chegando ao TRE, andei por diversas salas, falei com milhares de funcionários, cada um me indicando um andar e uma sala diferente, e então eu entendi o porquê de chamarmos de “zona” eleitoral. Depois de toda minha peregrinação, acabei na zona 002, que, aparentemente, era onde eu deveria ter ido desde o início, já que, é a zona que abriga meu bairro. Quando pensei que meu problema ia finalmente ser resolvido, entram em cena os agentes do demônio no plano terrestre, também chamados de funcionários temporários do TRE:

- Boa tarde, eu não votei no domingo, nem justifiquei. Estou aqui para preencher os papéis e pagar a multa.

- Você mora em que bairro?

- Alto da XV.

- Hum.. eh.. então vota nessa zona mesmo.

- Não, não.. eu voto em São Paulo, mas eu moro aqui.

- Ah, quer transferir seu título? É só depois do dia 10.

PENSAMENTO INSISTENTE: Yeah.. quero transferir, disse que queria justificar pra ter umas preliminares antes.

- Não, não quero transferir.. não votei nem justifiquei domingo, quero quitar minha dívida com a justiça eleitoral.

- Ah! Mas é de São Paulo, aí você tem que ir para São Paulo.

- Não tem nada que eu possa fazer por aqui? Vou ter que viajar mais de 500 km para resolver isso?

- Porque você não votou domingo?

- Não votei porque estou a mais de 500 km de distância da minha zona eleitoral. Não justifiquei porque tinha perdido minha carteira com meus documentos.

- Votar é exercer seu direito bla bla bla a cidadania bla bla bla a democracia bla bla bla.

PENSAMENTO INSISTENTE: Yeah.. ok, ok.. Não votei porque eu tenho problemas com o álcool.. é isso.. driblei a lei seca e acabei bêbada na sarjeta.... incapacitada de exercer a cidadania.. dá pra resolver meu problema agora?

- Olha, desculpa.. mas agora já foi.. quero resolver o problema. O que podemos fazer?

- Peraí, vou chamar o João.

Chega o tal João:

- Pois não?

- Então, eu não votei domingo e não justifiquei, gostaria de regularizar a situação.

- Porque não votou?

PENSAMENTO INSISTENTE: Sou uma pervertida, a orgia sábado foi tão intensa que terminei algemada na cama. Podemos esquecer a parte do sermão de democracia e nos concentrar no MEU PROBLEMA DE AGORA?

- Perdi os documentos.

- Mas votar é exercer seu direito bla bla bla, a democracia  bla bla bla bla.

PENSAMENTO INSISTENTE: Yeah.. eu sou um ser humano desprezível me chicoteie.

- Ok, mas agora é tarde! Não posso voltar no tempo e cumprir meu dever cívico, mas o que podemos fazer para regularizar a situação?

- Certo, essa é sua zona eleitoral?

PENSAMENTO INSISTENTE: Se eu gritar que eu voto em São Paulo, talvez todos os funcionários nessa sala escutem, aí depois da quinta pessoa que chamarem pra me atender, não vou mais precisar repetir isso.

- Não, eu voto em São Paulo.

- Você é de São Paulo?

PENSAMENTO INSISTENTE: Puta que pariuuuuuuuu...

Sorriso amarelo:

- Sim, sou de São Paulo, mas moro aqui.

- Ah! Que legal.. e está gostando da cidade? Faz tempo que mora aqui?

PENSAMENTO INSISTENTE: Respire, acalme-se.. acalme-se..

- Sim, sim... já moro aqui há uns sete anos. E então, como resolvemos o problema com o título?

- Sete anos? Não quer transferir o título.

- Não, não.. quero pagar a milionária multa de 3 reais, regularizar minha situação e só.

- Ah.. Então.. eu não sei o que fazer, sabe como é.. funcionário temporário. Você não quer esperar o chefe do cartório? Ele já deve estar chegando, ele saberá o que fazer.

PENSAMENTO INSISTENTE: Que seja! Já vim até os confins da terra mesmo.

- Ok, eu espero.

Sentei em uma cadeira e esperei. Acho que nunca desejei tanto um homem como desejei aquele tal chefe do cartório. Contava os minutos para ele chegar e o fato é que, 1h20 depois, quando, finalmente, o vi entrando por aquela porta, acho que meu coração acelerou e minhas mãos começaram a suar. Senti vontade de apertar aquelas bochechas, bagunçar aqueles 8-12 fios de cabelo que povoam a sua careca e dizer algo como:

- I never wanted anyone as much as you..

João explica minuciosamente meu problema para o tal chefe do cartório e termina dizendo:

- E então chefe, ela tem que ir para São Paulo, né? Tribunal REGIONAL bla bla bla.. jurisdição bla bla bla

- Ahn.. não.. mocinha.. recuperou seus documentos?

- Sim, o número do título é XXXXXXX

- Ok, já entro no sistema e vejo a sua situação eleitoral. Você só vai precisar pagar uma multa.

PENSAMENTO INSISTENTE: Ah.. eu te amo chefe do cartório eleitoral! Se você tivesse uns 40 anos a menos e mais cabelo.. eu casava com você!

- Hum.. ok..

Consulta ao sistema realizada.

- Então.. Maíra, né?

- Isso.

- Então.. consta no sistema que sua situação está regularizada. Você votou domingo.

- Não, não.. não votei... nem justifiquei.

- Não, mas o sistema está dizendo que você votou, tem certeza que não votou?

PENSAMENTOI INSISTENTE: Ah.. de repente né.. vai ver eu uso tóxico.. estava tão drogada que viajei mais de 500 km e votei sem nem me dar conta.

- Olha, eu realmente não votei e não justifiquei, por mais interessante que seja vir até aqui, nesse lugar ermo.. não foi por prazer que o fiz. Eu REALMENTE não cumpri meu dever cívico e vim aqui me acertar com a justiça eleitoral.

- Hum.. alguém votou por você?

- Hein? Nãooo!

- Seu título foi fraudado?

- Ah.. se foi ninguém me ligou avisando que ia fraudar meu título.

- Você realmente não votou?

- Não.

- Bom, sua situação está regularizada, consta tudo normal nos sistemas. Você não precisa fazer nada.

Depois de tantas horas perdidas da minha vida, fiz a única coisa que poderia fazer: usei a agenda do meu celular.

- Ei.. Por acaso você está na PUC?

- Por acaso estou.. alguma a coisa a ver com trabalhar aqui e tal.

- Preciso me lamuriar e tomar um suco. Estou perdida nos confins do Prado Velho. Tem uns minutos?

- Para ouvir você se lamuriar, bebendo suco de morango? Claro!! Porque, não?

E assim terminei meu dia de quitação eleitoral no bloco amarelo, tomando suco e contando minha incrível vida sofrida, afirmando entender o que ACDC quis dizer com “I'm on the highway to hell”... se tem uma auto-estrada para o inferno, definitivamente, ela passa por aquelas ruelas dos confins do Prado Velho.  

Rock and Roll damnation

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Hell ain't a bad place to be

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Highway to hell

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The playlist is as follows...

Blitzkrieg Bop – The Ramones

American Pie – Don Mclean

Blinded by the Light – Steve Miller Band

London's Calling – The Clash

Highway to Hell – ACDC

Over The Hills and Far Away – Led Zeppelin

Free Bird – Lynyrd Skynyrd

Carry On My Wayward Son – Kansas

Smoke On The Water – Deep Purple

Anarchy In the UK – Sex Pistols

Paranoid – Black Sabbath

Bohemian Rhapsody – Queen

More Than A Feelin' – Boston

]]> http://icouldcrybutidonthavetime.wordpress.com/?p=773 Sun, 31 Aug 2008 03:15:52 +0000 amyz5 http://icouldcrybutidonthavetime.es.wordpress.com/2008/08/30/top-ten-search-terms-vol2/ I will be shamelessly self-promoting my new photo blog, leaving the zip code, here from now on. You won't be disappointed, I promise. Let's see if some of you will take the 'submit' challenge.

This one was really hard to narrow down to only 10, so I cheated and put all the tampons in as one listing. They were all too funny to leave any out.

As I did last month, I have linked these to the posts I think the search yielded:

10. petafile aroiund my neiborhood (uh, do we have a spelling issue going on here? this link is a stretch but I could not think of what else they found with that)

9. victim nail polish (I was once a victim to nail polish but I went into therapy and now I am good)

8. highway to hell photo code (wait, is there a password to get into hell?)

7. does menopause make women irrational and (Duh!! No, these hormones are not a problem sonny, just don't come near me when I have a knife in my hand. I cannot help but wonder what came after the 'and'…homicidal? frankly psychotic? certifiably insane? any other suggestions?)

6. mars cheerleaders (imagine the outfits they would be wearing)

5. decision ball outlook so so (this is a pretty wishy-washy magic eight ball, no?)

4. okay to drive baby in convertible? (helloooo, if you have to ask we should get your number and call social services)

3. acronym for burnt mouth from hot pizza (that would have to be BMFHP?)

2. adirondack milfs (I believe this may be an impossibility, have you ever been to the adirondacks?)

1. tampons don't work (um, maybe you need to change it more often),  yank out tampon  (ouch, must you yank?), strategies for getting tampon out (this one should be pretty simple, did you not know that was what the string was for?) and the all time fave…

obama covered with tampons (just the visual alone is hysterical. yes I posted about this one already, so sue me)

There were a few more that I loved, but I need to be selective, right? Feel free to vote for your faves. And claim any of them if they were yours.

AC/DC has always been tagged as a working class sort of band and that makes perfect sense.  If you get up every day and go to the same job for twenty years you pretty much know what to expect from that eight hour shift.  It's the same with any AC/DC record.  Doesn't matter if it was released in 1979 or 1999, it's a safe bet that the album has a bunch of songs built around Angus Young and his mighty open A chord.  The lyrics are pretty straight forward and you can all but guarantee that you're not going to get any throw away tracks where the band experiments with electric drums and a string section.  AC/DC is comfortable being a rock band and just a rock band.  Anybody else feel like this is an incredibly refreshing notion in 2008 or is it just me?

I've had my eye on the remastered versions of the band's catalog and recently picked up their 6th album, 1979's Highway to Hell. It's so nice hearing drums that sound like real drums and I've also been clamoring to hear original singer Bon Scott's voice of late.  I don't really know why either.  Bon had been dead for years before I ever really knew who AC/DC was.  Brian Johnson is amazing in his own right, but I have an impression of Scott as a merry prankster of sorts.  Just look at him on the far right of that cover for Highway. Don't you want to know what he's laughing at?  And yet, don't you think that would sort of ruin things if you did?  At any rate, here's a track from this great album called "Touch Too Much."  Soak it in.

Stream at muxtape.com

Download AC/DC - "Touch Too Much"

Side note: did you know that AC/DC's Back in Black album has sold 42 million copies to date? That makes it tied with The Bodyguard Soundtrack (uggh) as the 2nd best selling album of all time.  I had no idea, but wow.  That's incredible.  Anyway, now here's the part where I admit that the following video had a lot to do with my reason for wanting to write this post.  I have laughed at this and quoted it way more than is probably healthy for me or anyone, really.  Watch it a couple times and then proceed to make fun of me. Here's "Bon Scott Delivers the Bad News":

Last Sunday it finally happened again. It was the weekend after my friend Paul and his wife came back from an amazing trip to Iran. The tribes met up at the Sheep Meadow in Central Park.

Years ago I went to the park and was tanning close to this group of five or six guys all singing and playing their guitars. It was New York at its best. The park, the sun, thousands of people just taking it easy and a group of amazing musicians playing songs from the Beatles, AC/DC to Led Zeppelin. I remember me wishing to know these guys.

For two years I got messages from Tam Lin Music on myspace. He annoyed me so much with his invitations to his shows that I finally took the time to listen to his music. I wrote him a mail the same day saying that I think his music is amazing but that he really needs new images. Paul, who is Tam Lin Music wrote back to me telling me that he would love to have new images but would not have the resources to pay for it. I told him that I never asked for money and that all he would have to do is come over to the studio. This is something I sometimes do when I really believe in an artist.

I got some really nice shots of Paul the day he came over and ended up shooting his wedding last summer as well. On his wedding day some of his friends looked very familiar. They were the guys I had seen in the park. Paul has been playing with them on the Sheep Meadow for the last 14 years every summer.

I ended up meeting all the guys I had wished to get to know a couple of summers ago and ended up spending at least one day every weekend during last years summer with them in the Meadow. To me it very often felt like the best place I could be at. Paul and I became friends, I even shot a music video for one of his songs “The Age Of Ignorance” that has been in postproduction for way too long but will be finished this fall.

Sunday everybody was back. It was a crystal clear not too hot and not humid perfect New York Day. Loyd Floyd was back singing his “Highway To Hell” AC/DC song besides many others. loyd-floyd-in-action

If you live in the NYC area the tribes meet next Sunday on the Meadow at 3PM as long as it does not rain. Just look for the guys with the guitars. I see you there. :-)

"The Park" Manhattan, Central Park, Loyd Floyd singing "Highway to Hell" 08-03-08 at 06:25 PM

Os dedico esta versión en vivo. Pura energía. Después de unos días con los ánimos bajos, esta energía viene bien como reconstituyente.

Livin' easy,
lovin' free
Season ticket on a one way ride
Asking nothing, leave me be
Taking everything in my stride
Don't need reason, don't need rime
Ain't nothing I would rather do
Going down, for a time
My friends are gonna be there too

I'm on the highway to hell

No more stop signs, speed limit
Nobody's gonna slow me down
Like a wheel gonna spin it
Nobody's gonna mess me around
Hey Satan, paid my dues
I'm playing in a rockin' band
Hey Mamma, look at me
I'm on the way to the promised land

I'm on the highway to hell

Don't stop me

I'm on the highway to hell

And I'm going down all the way
I'm on the highway to hell

Pues eso: My friends are gonna be there too. Lo bien que nos lo vamos a pasar in hell, man!

This photo best illustrates the way it feels to be driving on I-95 on a Friday afternoon in the summer. Not a great idea to leave the NY area at 3:00.

One must do things to amuse oneself when driving in this kind of traffic. Good music is a must. And of course carrying a camera.

This skull was on the back of an 18-wheeler cab. I particularly love his teeth. I asked Gary to slow down – from 10mph to 5! – in order to get this shot.

The trucker looked rather proud as we passed.

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Aquí tens un vídeo que no té res a veure amb l'entrada actual, però que va dedicat a la font que m'ha fet arribar aquesta tendra notícia. El vídeo és dels Metallica i també me l'ha recomanat la mateixa font. Ai!. No apte per a ments sensibles. Advertising lyrics and explicit images. 

Very interesting, read until the end…..It is written in the Bible:

Galatians 6:7
“Be not deceived; God is not mocked: for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.

Here are some men and women who mocked God :

John Lennon (Singer):
Some years before, during his interview with an American Magazine, he said: “Christianity will end, it will disappear. I do not have to argue about that. I am certain. Jesus was ok, but his subjects were too simple, Today we are more famous than Him” (1966).

Lennon, after saying that the Beatles were more famous than Jesus Christ, was shot six times.

Tancredo Neves (President of Brazil):
During the Presidential campaign, he said if he got 500,000 votes from his party, not even God would remove him from Presidency.

Sure he got the votes, but he got sick a day before being made President, then he died.

Cazuza (Bi-sexual Brazilian composer, singer and poet):
During a show in Canecio (Rio de Janeiro), while smoking his cigarette, he puffed out some smoke into the air and said: “God, that’s for you.”

He died at the age of 32 of AIDS in a horrible manner.

The man who built the Titanic
After the construction of Titanic, a reporter asked him how safe the Titanic would be. With an ironic tone he said: “Not even God can sink it.”

The result: I think you all know what happened to the Titanic.

Marilyn Monroe (Actress)
She was visited by Billy Graham during a presentation of a show.  He said the Spirit of God had sent him to preach to her.  After hearing what the Preacher had to say, she said: “I don’t need your Jesus”.

A week later, she was found dead in her apartment.

Bon Scott (Singer... pictured with microphone and no shirt)
The ex-vocalist of the AC/DC.  On one of his 1979 songs he sang: “Don’t stop me, I’m going down all the way, down the highway to hell”.

On the 19th of February 1980, Bon Scott was found dead, he had been choked by his own vomit.

Christine Hewitt, Jamaican Journalist and entertainer

Said the Bible (Word of God) was the worst book ever written.

In June 2006 she was found burnt beyond recognition in her motor vehicle .

Giving credit where it is due:

All pictures courtesy of Wikipedia

Except for picture of Christine Hewitt, picture courtesy of Holy Headlines which also has this same e-mail about these people who mocked God.... Holy Headlines

But does the lack of a non-partially-demolished venue keep the Big News writers from their stellar comic craft? Heck no! Here's the jokes you would have heard in the Big News Report this past Sunday (plus a few on stories that broke in the days since then).

Bill Clinton says he will help Barack Obama during his presidential campaign. Clinton will help by not sleeping with Michelle Obama.

Colombian spies rescued kidnapped presidential candidate Ingrid Betancourt and three U.S. military contractors Wednesday from leftist rebels without a single shot being fired. One Colombian agent explained that the key to their success was a maneuver he described as the "'Hey! Look over there!' ruse".

President Bush said Wednesday that June has been a “tough month” for US Soldiers in Afghanistan. US Soldiers agreed, but then added that it's been more like a tough seven years.

A man was arrested at Los Angeles International airport on Wednesday after telling police he was a terrorist with a bomb in his backpack. The man decided to give himself up when he learned that American Airlines was going to charge him to bring the bomb on the plane.

A man was arrested at Los Angeles International airport on Wednesday after telling police he was a terrorist with a bomb in his backpack. The man was released after airport security confirmed that the bomb weighed less than 3 ounces.

A man was arrested at Los Angeles International airport on Wednesday after telling police he was a terrorist with a bomb in his backpack. Police searched the man's backpack and found a DVD of The Love Guru.

Scientists believe there's a 50-50 chance the North Pole will be completely ice-free this summer. Which means there's a 50-50 chance Santa Claus will die and Christmas will be canceled.

Matthew McConaughey became a father Monday night when his girlfriend Camila gave birth to a son they named Levi. The baby has his mother's eyes and his father's shirtlessness.

Matthew McConaughey became a father Monday night when his girlfriend Camila gave birth to a son they named Levi. The baby is already home and riding tricycles in Malibu with Lance Armstrong's baby.

"WALL-E" was the number one movie at the box office last weekend, taking in $63.1 million. It's the most successful movie starring a robot since "An Inconvenient Truth."

Angelina Jolie's doctor says it may be a few more weeks until the actress gives birth to her twins. And after she has twins, Jolie will abandon them so that she can come back three weeks later and adopt them.

Angelina Jolie's doctor says it may be a few more weeks until the actress gives birth to her twins. Extra security has been laid on at the hospital where Jolie is staying to stop Madonna from trying to adopt them.

AT&T announced they will soon offer a version of the iPhone that will not include a mandatory phone contract. In addition, they are also working on an iPhone that will not turn the buyer into a giant douchebag.

A cemetery manager in Australia has reported that many Australians are choosing unusual songs for their funeral, such as Led Zeppelin's "Stairway to Heaven". The most unusual choice was at Steve Irwin's funeral, which had the song "Oh My God, I've Been Stabbed by a Stingray!"

A cemetery manager in Australia has reported that many Australians are choosing unusual songs for their funeral, such as Led Zeppelin's "Stairway to Heaven". The person who chose "Stairway to Heaven" only did so because "Highway to Hell" was taken.

Last month, the 38th annual Gay Pride Parade was held in San Francisco. Meanwhile, the first annual Gay Shame Parade was held at Larry Craig's house.

A new report suggests that babies conceived from frozen embryos are just as healthy as those conceived naturally. Just, generally, colder.

A new report suggests that babies conceived from frozen embryos are just as healthy as those conceived naturally. As long as you heat the frozen embryos on high for 4 minutes, stir, and heat for another 1-1 1/2 minutes before injecting them into your uterus.

Larry Harmon, who bought the rights to Bozo the Clown and turned the character into a show business institution, died Thursday in Los Angeles at age 83. And the next day, America lost an even bigger Bozo when former Senator Jesse Helms died at age 86.

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ADELAIDE, Australia - Hymns are being replaced at funerals in one Australian city by popular soft and hard rock classics like Led Zeppelin's "Stairway to Heaven" and AC/DC's "Highway to Hell," a cemetery manager said in Australia.

Some of the less traditional choices are mentioned here:

Among other less Traditional choices in Australia were "Always Look on the Bright Side of Life" by the Monty Python comedy team, "Ding Dong the Witch is Dead," "Hit the Road Jack," "Another One Bites the Dust" and "I'll Sleep When I'm Dead." The full article can be viewed here:

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It is a very precious thing to hear groups of folks sing Louis Armstrong's "It is a Wonderful World" or Frank Sinatra's "My Way." as a funeral song. Tim Russert's service did feature "over the rainbow."

If you go to a Funeral you will still probably hear "Amazing Grace"

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Todo esto viene a lugar porque el Telegraph británico ha declarado a Highway to Hell entre las canciones más solicitadas en funerales en Australia. Otras de las más ranqueadas en el Centennial Park de Adelaide son Stairway to Heaven de Led Zeppelin, My way de Frank Sinatra, Wonderful World, versión Louis Armstrong, Always Look on the Bright Side of Life de la película Life of Brian de Monty Python, Ding Dong the Witch is Dead del Mago de Oz, Hit the Road Jack en sus múltiple versiones y Another One Bites the Dust de Queen. En realidad temones, que de acuerdo a las autoridades del camposanto funcionan mejor que los clásicos himnos "porque representan el carácter de la persona". Voy viendo qué me pido.

Highway to Hell

Always look on the bright side of life

Hit the road Jack

Visto en Noticias Locas.

" Highway to hell" şi " Stairway to heaven" se află printre cele mai cerute piese rock din Adelaide, Australia, detronând vechile imnuri funerare precum " Amaizing Grace" şi " Abide with me".

În fruntea topului funerar se află piesele " My way" (Frank Sinatra) şi " Wonderful World" (Louis Armstrong)

Imnurile AC/DC şi Led zeppelin se află în afara primelor 10 piese din top, dar au câştigat mult teren în ultimii ani datorită tendinţei multor australieni de a renunţa la bine cunoscutele piese cu tentă religioasă.

Printre dorinţele neobişnuite de piese pentru funerarii se află şi " Hit the road Jack", " Another one bites the dust" şi " I' ll sleep when I am dead".

* @telegraph.co.uk