Por cierto, no hace falta que os recomiende a Leonard Cohen, pero sí que os voy a recomendar al tal Rufus, es muy bueno.
Hablando de Leonard Cohen y de la ciudad de Los Ángeles se me ocurren tantas canciones que poneros. Así que espero que os guste el rumbo marcado y que esteis dispuestos a tener que aguantar mis canciones esta semana.

Bueno, y ahora un poco de historia sobre la canción:

Cuenta Leonard Cohen que se subió a un ascensor del hotel Chelsea con la irreprochable intención de toparse con Brigitte Bardot; no lo consiguió, pero a cambió se encontró a Janis Joplin que andaba buscando a Kris Kristofferson. Cuando el ascensor llegó al piso de Cohen ya habían decidido que suspenderían la búsqueda y que pasarían la noche juntos. Janis, que era una estrella, le dijo a Cohen, que entonces era un triste poeta: “prefiero a los hombres guapos, pero por ti voy a hacer una excepción”. De aquella noche de amor efímero nació la canción “Chelsea Hotel”, en donde Leonard Cohen revela sus intimidades amatorias con Janis y termina diciendo: “Te recuerdo claramente en el hotel Chelsea, eso es todo, no pienso muy seguido en ti”.

Chelsea Hotel

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
You were talking so brave and so sweet
Giving me head on the unmade bed
While the limousines wait in the street
Those were the reasons and that was New York
We were running for the money and the flesh
And that was called love for the workers in song
Probably still is for those of them left
Ah but you got away, didn't you babe
You just turned your back on the crowd
You got away, I never once heard you say
I need you, I don't need you
I need you, I don't need you
And all of that jiving around

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
You were famous, your heart was a legend
You told me again you preferred handsome men
But for me you would make an exception
And clenching your fist for the ones like us
Who are oppressed by the figures of beauty
You fixed yourself, you said, "Well never mind
We are ugly but we have the music."

And then you got away, didn't you babe
You just turned your back on the crowd
You got away, I never once heard you say
I need you, I don't need you
I need you, I don't need you
And all of that jiving around
I don't mean to suggest that I loved you the best
I can't keep track of each fallen robin
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
That's all, I don't even think of you that often

¡Qué la disfruteis!

P.D.:¿Porqué tenemos como página amiga una sobre la Semana Santa? Por Diós!!!!