No tengo oido músical, gracias por responder, de pasada diganme su rola favorita
2006-10-13 15:46:55 · 17 respuestas · pregunta de Just 5 en Música y ocio ➔ Música
Mal msteen, no me interesa buscar lo que dicen otros, me gusta leer lo que dice la gente, no es flojera, no es mi tarea ni nada por rl estilo, Te recomiendo leas a Shoppenhauer
2006-10-14 06:46:56 · update #1
No es necesario que tengas oído o educación musical formal para apreciar la diferencia del rock a cualquier otro ritmo. Desde fines de los 50's, el rock más que una tendencia en el mercado musical ha sido un estilo de vida.
Desde los rústicos predios y playas inglesas donde mods y rockers se daban con todo y cubeta, hasta los floridos pantanos alrededor de la venia bluesera del Mississipi y Chicago en los EStados UNidos donde los jóvenes comulgaban con la música negra y campira. Han sido personas en contra del sistema, en contra del establishment, en contra del "hombre" (en los EEUU el gobierno represor), en contra de la perra vida que llevan.
Afortunadamente, el rock le ha dado para vivir a todos aquellos que han sabido expresar sus sentimientos y que encuentran encono y respuesta en todos los demás que sienten así. Aquí en Y'R hay un usuario oligofrénico llamado Jpopó fan que piensa que los Beatles son socialistas... imagina, decir eso de los capitalistas # 1 del mundo.
Hay algunos que se quedan en el viaje, y otros que nunca salen de él. Pero lo importante es disfrutarlo...
Saludos, mariposas amarillas?
P.D. Y hay de rockers a roqueros; por ejemplo en Guajaca y el D.F., ahí son rockeros porque todavía pelean con rocas...
P.D. 2: Lo de la canción favorita es una pregunta a quemarropa Ju. Me quedaría con algo del Pink Floyd con Roger Waters o de los Beatles o de Genesis con Peter Gabriel... ok, "Dogs" del album Animals de Pink Floyd 1977 (obviamente, escrito totalmente por Roger Waters).
PIGS ON THE WING (PART 1)
If you didn't care what happened to me,
and I didn't care for you,
we would zig zag our way through the boredom and pain,
occasionally glancing up through the rain,
wondering which of the buggers to blame
and watching for pigs on the wing.
DOGS
You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need.
You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street,
you gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed.
And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight,
you gotta strike when the moment is right, without thinking.
And after a while you can work on points for style,
like the club tie and the firm handshake,
a certain look in the eye and an easy smile.
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to,
so that when they turn their backs on you,
you'll get the chance to put the knife in.
You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder.
You know it's going to get harder, and harder and harder as you get older.
And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south,
hide your head in the sand,
just another sad old man,
all alone and dying of cancer.
And when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown.
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone.
And it's too late to loose the weight you used to need to throw around.
So have a good drown as you go down, alone,
dragged down by the stone.
I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused.
Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used.
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise.
If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my own way out of this maze?
Deaf, dumb and blind, you just keep on pretending
that everyone's expendable and no-one has a real friend.
And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner.
And everything's done under the sun,
and you believe a heart, everyone's a killer.
Who was born in a house full of pain,
who was trained not to spit in the fan,
who was told what to do by the man,
who was broken by trained personnel,
Who was fitted with collar and chain,
who was given a seat in the stand,
who was breaking away from the pack,
who was only a stranger at home,
who was ground down in the end,
who was found dead on the phone,
who was dragged down by the stone.
PIGS (THEREE DIFFERENT ONES)
Big man, pig man, ha ha charade you are.
You well heeled big wheel, ha ha charade you are.
And when your hand is on your heart,
you're nearly a good laugh, almost a joker,
with your head down in the pig bin,
saying, " Keep on digging", pig stain on your fat chin.
What do you hope to find, when you're down in the pig mine?
You're nearly a laugh, you're nearly a laugh,
but you're really a cry.
Bus stop rat bag, ha ha charade you are.
You fucked up old hag, ha ha charade you are.
You radiate cold shafts of broken glass.
You're nearly a good laugh, almost worth a quick grin.
You like the feel of steel, you're hot stuff with a hat pin,
and good fun with a hand gun.
You're nearly a laugh, you're nearly a laugh,
but you're really a cry.
Hey you, Whitehouse, ha ha charade you are.
You house proud town mouse, ha ha charade you are.
You're trying to keep our feelings off the street,
you're nearly a real treat, all tight lips and cold feet,
and do you feel abused?
You gotta stem the evil tide,
and keep it all on the inside.
Mary, you're nearly a treat, Mary, you're nearly a treat,
but you're really a cry.
SHEEP
Harmlessly passing your time in the grassland away,
only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air
You better watch out, there may be dogs about.
I've looked over Jordan, and I have seen things are not what they seem.
What do you get for pretending the dangers not real.
Meek and obedient you follow the leader
down well trodden corridors, into the valley of steel.
What a surprise! A look of terminal shock in your eyes.
Now things are really what they seem. No, this is no bad dream.
The Lord is my shepherd. I shall not want He makes me down to lie.
Through pastures green He leadeth me the silent waters by.
With bright knives He releaseth my soul.
He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places.
He converteth me to lamb cutlets.
For lo, He hath great power, and great hunger.
When cometh the day we lowly ones,
trough quiet reflection and great dedication,
master the art of karate,
lo, we shall rise up,
and then we'll make the buggers eyes water.
Bleating and babbling I fell on his neck with a scream.
Wave upon wave of demented avengers
march cheerfully out of obscurity unto the dream.
Have you heard the news? The dogs are dead!
You better stay home and do as you're told,
get out of the road if you want to grow old.
PIGS ON THE WING (PART 2)
You know that I care what happens to you,
and I know that you care for me,
so I don't feel alone,
or the weight of the stone,
now that I've found somewhere safe
to bury my bone.
And any fool knows a dog needs a home,
a shelter from pigs on the wing.
2006-10-14 12:04:00 · answer #1 · answered by ? 5 · 1⤊ 0⤋
su ritmo y gran variedad de géneros además el rock nunca pasa de moda ni pasara por siempre
2006-10-14 22:30:33 · answer #2 · answered by chava 3 · 0⤊ 0⤋
"Rock" es un término que hoy en día abarca multitud de estilos y subgéneros. Aunque es relativamente fácil determinar un estilo de rock "tradicional" o "típico" (escucha algo de Boston para que ubiques el rock más "central"), es imposible encasillar en una descripción única todo lo que abarca. El metal, el grunge, el punk... y muchos más entran en la categoría de rock, como podrás apreciar en cualquier entrega del Grammy.
Cómo meter en un mismo cajón a los Rolling Stones, Nirvana y Pink Floyd?
Lo que más define al rock es el carácter. El rock, por naturaleza, es disconforme, es subversivo, es fuerte es irreverente, tiene disonancias y experimenta. El rock no es música de fondo.
El pop, con quien más se confunden los menos iniciados, es, por el contrario complaciente, blando, repetitivo, melódico. Música de ascensor, como Britney Spears.
Se trata de un conocimiento adquirido. Hay que escuchar mucho rock para identificar sus múltiples encarnaciones. Una vez que hayas escuchado lo suficiente podrás decir "lo sabré cuando lo escuche". Así de fácil.
La rola favorita?... Esta noche es Stairway to Heaven, de Led Zeppelin. Si no la conoces, te falta mucho por escuchar, si sí la conoces, aun tienes esperanza...
2006-10-14 01:03:21 · answer #3 · answered by melomano63 6 · 1⤊ 1⤋
que tiene diferente ritmo, va mas fuerte y mas duro con musica mas escandalosa y que se hace notar mas
in the end-linkin park
2006-10-13 22:54:31 · answer #4 · answered by ☆ναиє☆ 6 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Lo que distingue a cada corriente musical, es eso, su ritmo.
2006-10-13 22:53:04 · answer #5 · answered by Adefecio 7 · 0⤊ 0⤋
En la gran mayoría de los casos el rock está en la aspereza del sonido. Por ejemplo: Shania Twain es pop, no rock (para el que escribió allá arriba); Gorillaz es hip-pop medio funkeado, pero tampoco es rock.
Rola favorita en este momento: God is a bullet (Concrete Blonde)
2006-10-13 22:51:11 · answer #6 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 0⤋
sinceramente ya con las combinaciones y nuevos ritmos pues el rock ya no lo distingo.
mejor cancion ....
a de shania twain, forever and always.
o sino gorilaz con su Feel Good Inc
2006-10-13 22:49:15 · answer #7 · answered by b10543748 7 · 0⤊ 0⤋
El rock and roll es un género musical de marcado ritmo, derivado de una mezcla de diversos estilos del folclore estadounidense. El término «rock and roll» fue utilizado por primera vez por Alan Freed, pinchadiscos de una radio de Cleveland, que utilizó el término para titular un programa de radio: Moondog Rock'n'Roll Party. Este término se suele reservar para la primera época de este estilo (fundamentalmente la década de los años 50 del siglo XX), mientras que su abreviatura, rock, se suele emplear para referirse al resto de la historia de éste género musical.
2006-10-14 13:16:20 · answer #8 · answered by jicnacio 5 · 0⤊ 1⤋
Su propia idiotez... No me gusta el "RoccCcckkK", es solo una sombra (del verdadero y unico) el "Rock´N´Roll" (del bueno y el bonito), que a mi gusto, es muy diferente...
pero bueno mi favorita es "Víctima de Cambios", de Sacerdote Judas...
2006-10-14 01:01:21 · answer #9 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 1⤋
La guitarra electronica
2006-10-13 23:00:40 · answer #10 · answered by SuperNova 4 · 0⤊ 1⤋