Today is 9-9-09. Marked 10 years of 9/9/1999. On 06/06/1966 I was little I did not know shit and
on 7/7/1977 eleven Years Later still do not know any better
by 08/08/1988 it's way too late for me to
change and by 09/09/1999 I hope I'm sittin 'on the back porch drinkin' red
wine singin 'Oh French Fries with Pepper!
But shortly before the date mentioned in his song, in July 1999, Mark Sandman's death reached him on stage in the city of Palestrina, Italy, in full submission of his band: Morphine .
remember the sadness at hearing. I liked (like me) much Morphine. And I was fortunate to see them in the old Dr. Jeckyll de Belgrano (do not ask me when was "97?" 98?). It was a show I enjoyed intensely.
Morphine was a band with a sound unique and very personal. His training was struck input: bass singer (Sandman), sax (Dana Colley) and drums (Billy Conway and Jerome Deupree, depending on the season). And so they are at the scene, the three by themselves and with those instruments. Although, strictly speaking, I must say that Colley left his sax and played the triangle in The Saddest Song.
always welcome to see a band that, without inventing anything, at least average record run of what has been listening. And this made him unusual power trio with powerful and dark songs.
So I have wanted to remind Mr Mark. Of the artists we have left his work and, when they have been able to enjoy life, the taste of the satisfaction of having gone more or less close to them, as well as to seeing them in action.
So then we'll leave a couple of memories: the song that mentions the date that the Sandman was planning to enjoy porch of his house and a video to know or remember, as appropriate. A health Chini, who was with me that night. And the health of Mark, of course.
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