Bruise Like Feeling On Head Not A Bruise

Bye Bye RIVERS

retires from the tables, the direct lives of , the elder brother of the English rockers musicians and the majority are not. Goodbye boy, word Madrid you remember all the years you spent in the capital of Spain, there in Madrid, where an almost kid with aspirations of being an artist in modern music that was being implemented throughout the world, so often told by you, back 1962 (year I was born by the way) with 15,000 pesetas in his pocket ... The rest of us have made known to your music teacher. I wish to state that, like you, was an immigrant from Granada to Madrid. Just turned twenty, when he had attended two or three large concerts by foreign artists and all Heavy's, I noticed that the city was papered with posters of a certain Michael Rios musician to be known by name was not for his record sales, but you were already successful with a special song (The Hymn of Joy , I return to Granada, the river that no forests that horse ... we heard in the public television, the only) for a live recording imminent: ROCK'AND'RÍOS.

I must admit that by the mere fact that two countrymen with the expectation that created the marketing not resist the temptation to attend.

I felt incredible feeling. The best concert of my life. To your departure. BYE BYE RIVERS is, if not more, at the level of the year 1982.

In between the two events you've been around half a dozen times and I always have sent quite a lot of honesty and sympathy that is confirmed when you refuse to submit to the beautiful girl as your daughter Lua you do as a singer and vocalist of a group. Lest the malafollá some critics will the ill-fated. Congratulations.

Your friends: Lapido, Ana Belén, Gold Lake (your daughter), Rosendo, Carlos Goñi, Sloth, Amaral, Manolo Garcia ... and forgive me is me forgetting who you went with it, and I suspect that you have wished you had been more than a hundred. Congratulations.

What sound, what a masterful way of including older subjects with modern times, do duets, what creeps, what is so outrageous and whistling, clapping, dancing and singing. I even two "waves" did.

I can not imagine no better place to enjoy the Sports Palace in Granada on September 17, 2010, during the night.

For circumstances (What a cock!, Things are always circumstances) I see you alone. I add that I have rarely felt so together. And above, all landed on something. I send you a hug, man. That's how I like to retire to me in full swing social and physical, like you.

Ojala take example, D. Miguel.

firmness (which is extra) and lots of luck (that will).