El Infiltrado entre bambalinas🐶

Otro más que no tiene ni puta idea de música que habla de música. No soy un perro. [email protected]

[El Infiltrado entre bambalinas🐶 @elinfiltradob]

Hilo hilero de hilos.

[Toundra @toundra]

Hello,

As some of you may know, we had to cancel all our recent dates, Euro tour, special shows, etc., and we have plenty of merchandise we couldn't sell this year.

To compensate for that, we have updated the stock in our online store https://t.co/YvKz6zJeHF

Thank you!

[Pat Llombet @patllombet]

Jueves que viene.
Gran Canaria.
Entrada libre (aforo limitado).

Canciones nuevitas con todo el corazón puesto en ellas.

Vengan y/o compartan.
Me muero de ganas🖤✨

[Estopa @estopaoficial]

¡Pues parece que sí! 🤘🏻😎🤘🏻

[Alan Queipo @alanqueipo]

Rubiales, tienes un mensaje de Parquesvr en el buzón de voz 👇

https://t.co/tOGOKwrZuM

[Reme @remetheband]

Hay que hacer caso a Javier. No es que tenga yo nada que ver.

[El Infiltrado entre bambalinas🐶 @elinfiltradob]

Puto Rubiales, viva Parquesvr! https://t.co/11b081NbqP

[Vanana Records @VananaRecords]

GANAMOS PERDIENDO, el nuevo disco de @anbl_lee ya está disponible. 🌹🔪

Dale al play y descubre sus 11 temazos
https://t.co/GTqnpWSMTv

[El Infiltrado entre bambalinas🐶 @elinfiltradob]

@Inforenfe llevamos 2 horas parados en el tren Avant Ciudad Real-Madrid, saliendo aproximadamente a las 21:30 sin darnos ningún tipo de información. Solo se pide un poco de empatía y no dejarnos tirados a 20 minutos de Madrid. Es patético esto.

[El Infiltrado entre bambalinas🐶 @elinfiltradob]

@Viticli al final se solucionó el tema de la distribuidora/secuestradora? Hay buenas nuevas?

[El Infiltrado entre bambalinas🐶 @elinfiltradob]

@Inforenfe Buenos días, ¿el AVE Ciudad Real-Atocha está en circulación?

[🌈 Liara 🇮🇨 @b_42]

Me da igual one piece pero voy a defender al sanji canario con mi vida. estoy hasta el coño de ver a los pocos canarios q salen en tv/series fingiendo otro acento

[El Infiltrado entre bambalinas🐶 @elinfiltradob]

@trippinyouvvv @ascomancia Hay foto??? Qué épico

[Rufus T. Firefly @_RufusTFirefly_]

Mañana nos juntamos para tocar y en una banda como esta eso es una celebración. La música es un mundo extraño que sólo se sujeta por la ilusión y la emoción de algunos pequeños momentos. Nos vemos a las 21:15 en el @FestivalGigante (gracias por el horario). Que lo disfrutéis ❤️

[El Infiltrado entre bambalinas🐶 @elinfiltradob]

@veintiuno_music ¿Cuál es vuestra cláusula Van Halen? ¿Que no haya skittles verdes?

[El Infiltrado entre bambalinas🐶 @elinfiltradob]

Rubiales intentando tergiversar lo que hemos visto todos. Puto asco de cuñao machirulo y abusón.

[Bego García @begoodgarcia]

Primer descubrimiento de @CanelaParty las @repionband ¡enormes!

[El Infiltrado entre bambalinas🐶 @elinfiltradob]

@HectorDeMiguel ¿te interesa este puesto de trabajo? Check out this job at Fundación Española de Abogados Cristianos: https://t.co/9BRUGmcems

[El Infiltrado entre bambalinas🐶 @elinfiltradob]

@VivaSuecia ¿La misma Alberca del Marrano de San Antón?

[El Infiltrado entre bambalinas🐶 @elinfiltradob]

Es la mejor, no hay duda, qué historia directa al corazón.

[CALL TO ACTIVISM @CalltoActivism]

This is a beautiful letter from Fiona Apple explaining to her fans why she must postpone a concert date.

I am impressed at the way she was instantly able to make the decision to choose love over her career. Indeed, the world needs more of this.

Enjoy the story...

“It's 6pm on Friday, and I'm writing to a few thousand friends I have not met yet. I'm writing to ask them to change our plans and meet a little while later.

Here's the thing.

I have a dog, Janet, and she's been ill for about 2 years now, as a tumor has been idling in her chest, growing ever so slowly. She's almost 14 years old now. I got her when she was 4 months old. I was 21 then — an adult, officially — and she was my kid.

She is a pitbull, and was found in Echo Park, with a rope around her neck, and bites all over her ears and face.

She was the one the dogfighters use to puff up the confidence of the contenders.

She's almost 14 and I've never seen her start a fight, or bite, or even growl, so I can understand why they chose her for that awful role. She's a pacifist.

Janet has been the most consistent relationship of my adult life, and that is just a fact. We've lived in numerous houses, and joined a few makeshift families, but it's always really been just the two of us.

She slept in bed with me, her head on the pillow, and she accepted my hysterical, tearful face into her chest, with her paws around me, every time I was heartbroken, or spirit-broken, or just lost, and as years went by, she let me take the role of her child, as I fell asleep, with her chin resting above my head.

She was under the piano when I wrote songs, barked any time I tried to record anything, and she was in the studio with me, all the time we recorded the last album.

The last time I came back from tour, she was spry as ever, and she's used to me being gone for a few weeks, every 6 or 7 years.

She has Addison's Disease, which makes it more dangerous for her to travel, since she needs regular injections of Cortisol, because she reacts to stress and excitement without the physiological tools which keep most of us from literally panicking to death.

Despite all this, she's effortlessly joyful & playful, and only stopped acting like a puppy about 3 years ago. She is my best friend, and my mother, and my daughter, my benefactor, and she's the one who taught me what love is.

I can't come to South America. Not now. When I got back from the last leg of the US tour, there was a big, big difference.

She doesn't even want to go for walks anymore.

I know that she's not sad about aging or dying.

Animals have a survival instinct, but a sense of mortality and vanity, they do not. That's why they are so much more present than people.

But I know she is coming close to the time where she will stop being a dog, and start instead to be part of everything. She'll be in the wind, and in the soil, and the snow, and in me, wherever I go.

I just can't leave her now, please understand. If I go away again, I'm afraid she'll die and I won't have the honor of singing her to sleep, of escorting her out.
Sometimes it takes me 20 minutes just to decide what socks to wear to bed.

But this decision is instant.

These are the choices we make, which define us. I will not be the woman who puts her career ahead of love & friendship.

I am the woman who stays home, baking Tilapia for my dearest, oldest friend. And helps her be comfortable and comforted and safe and important.

I need to do my damnedest, to be there for that.

Because it will be the most beautiful, the most intense, the most enriching experience of life I've ever known.

When she dies.

So I am staying home, and I am listening to her snore and wheeze, and I am revelling in the swampiest, most awful breath that ever emanated from an angel. And I'm asking for your blessing.
I'll be seeing you.

Love,
Fiona”

[CALL TO ACTIVISM @CalltoActivism]

This is a beautiful letter from Fiona Apple explaining to her fans why she must postpone a concert date.

I am impressed at the way she was instantly able to make the decision to choose love over her career. Indeed, the world needs more of this.

Enjoy the story...

“It's 6pm on Friday, and I'm writing to a few thousand friends I have not met yet. I'm writing to ask them to change our plans and meet a little while later.

Here's the thing.

I have a dog, Janet, and she's been ill for about 2 years now, as a tumor has been idling in her chest, growing ever so slowly. She's almost 14 years old now. I got her when she was 4 months old. I was 21 then — an adult, officially — and she was my kid.

She is a pitbull, and was found in Echo Park, with a rope around her neck, and bites all over her ears and face.

She was the one the dogfighters use to puff up the confidence of the contenders.

She's almost 14 and I've never seen her start a fight, or bite, or even growl, so I can understand why they chose her for that awful role. She's a pacifist.

Janet has been the most consistent relationship of my adult life, and that is just a fact. We've lived in numerous houses, and joined a few makeshift families, but it's always really been just the two of us.

She slept in bed with me, her head on the pillow, and she accepted my hysterical, tearful face into her chest, with her paws around me, every time I was heartbroken, or spirit-broken, or just lost, and as years went by, she let me take the role of her child, as I fell asleep, with her chin resting above my head.

She was under the piano when I wrote songs, barked any time I tried to record anything, and she was in the studio with me, all the time we recorded the last album.

The last time I came back from tour, she was spry as ever, and she's used to me being gone for a few weeks, every 6 or 7 years.

She has Addison's Disease, which makes it more dangerous for her to travel, since she needs regular injections of Cortisol, because she reacts to stress and excitement without the physiological tools which keep most of us from literally panicking to death.

Despite all this, she's effortlessly joyful & playful, and only stopped acting like a puppy about 3 years ago. She is my best friend, and my mother, and my daughter, my benefactor, and she's the one who taught me what love is.

I can't come to South America. Not now. When I got back from the last leg of the US tour, there was a big, big difference.

She doesn't even want to go for walks anymore.

I know that she's not sad about aging or dying.

Animals have a survival instinct, but a sense of mortality and vanity, they do not. That's why they are so much more present than people.

But I know she is coming close to the time where she will stop being a dog, and start instead to be part of everything. She'll be in the wind, and in the soil, and the snow, and in me, wherever I go.

I just can't leave her now, please understand. If I go away again, I'm afraid she'll die and I won't have the honor of singing her to sleep, of escorting her out.
Sometimes it takes me 20 minutes just to decide what socks to wear to bed.

But this decision is instant.

These are the choices we make, which define us. I will not be the woman who puts her career ahead of love & friendship.

I am the woman who stays home, baking Tilapia for my dearest, oldest friend. And helps her be comfortable and comforted and safe and important.

I need to do my damnedest, to be there for that.

Because it will be the most beautiful, the most intense, the most enriching experience of life I've ever known.

When she dies.

So I am staying home, and I am listening to her snore and wheeze, and I am revelling in the swampiest, most awful breath that ever emanated from an angel. And I'm asking for your blessing.
I'll be seeing you.

Love,
Fiona”