4 - 11 de agosto 2007

And yet another day has come and gone, strange memories keep running through my head, like angry flashbacks of days that have comed to pass……and i wonder to myself…when did i start to write like some hunter s. Thompson wannabe, and then i remember it was 1 minute ago…

Its has been a long time since i writen anything, ive been busy with some other proyects, or maybe i didnot had anthing to say, but lately the days have been getting stranger.
After working on it for something like 3 years, my first full cd is ready, its full of rings, whistles and studio gimmicks nobody will ever understand (HST AGAIN)….and thats exactly the idea, to make something so pretentious, that it becomes unpretentious….or em…whatever….

The finishing touches of the cd made a lasting impact on me, it caused me the worst gastritis attack i have ever had in all my life, 6 days of bed worthy suffering, i remember passing out a couple of times because of the pain, and dont wanting to wake up, maybe i deserved it, for the way i had been treating my body, to much cigarettes, to much alcohol, and late night dinners……..and to much worrying for long gone loved ones.

After that, horrible weekend i decided i had to celebrate feeling better…..how?? well, theres only one way i know how to celebrate…., cigarettes and alcohol (FYI ive never liked Oasis). Anyway, one week ago we played (we hadnt played in 3 months) in this club, its a really strange place, one of the guys from The Secret Machines said "it looks like a place from Blade Runner" its like the only big rock oriented club in México, and its like a cultural melting point, where the "fresas" (narrow minded burgoise) get their first "alternative" experiences…it the place where the "post fresa" phenomenon started happening, here you can find people in designers clothes singing reggeaton songs, dancing the new song by Arcade FIRE, and bragging about how many times they have atended Coachella……so naturally, a band like mine had no real buisness there, like Martino once declared, we are playing here just for the "already done that, the i was there". The response was mixed, most people where just waitng for our set to end, so they could resume the dancing singing bragging behavior…..and after almost an our it was over…….we went backstage, and i forgot about the gastritis, the possible ulcer, and the pain from a week before…. i was taking Jaggermeister shots and somehow i rembmer someone dancing on a pole, and someone talking about the possibility of 3 way kissing……whatever that means, the next thing i remember was helping a girl, because the girl next to her had puked all over her…… then people where getting naked on the street, and everywhere i looked there where police cars, i recall thinking, this pigs are wathching the show just waiting for us to start driving so they can arrest everyone, sadist bastards………then, i woke up…….at 1 pm, the next day, on a couch,……no idea how all went earlier, evil evil jagger……….makes you feel like you are having the time of your life, while all body functions go berserk……obviously the next day was spended in bed, with the strange feeling that goes with a hangover, you feel happily sick and dont know why.

Wednesday we went to Covadonga, a cantina in Colonia Roma, however, it was full of old guys (politically incorrect term) a week before we attended on the same day at the same hour, and it was full of scensters and hipsters, post fresas and other "trendy" uncategorazible people……but now, just old geezers, playing domino, and telling storys about something they probably wish they lived…. Then i remembered many Universitys started that monday, so naturally the hip ones werent to cool for school……er…...whatever

After that, we went to this overrated, overcrowed, small place in Coyoacan called La Bipolar, i have no idea how this place CAME to be the hippiest place in the city, maybe its has something to do with the urban legend that Gael Garcia and Diego Luna are the owners, i have no idea if that is true, as usual Chuck was spinning, however i was to tired, and the corona wasnt getting in as it should, so by two in the morning i was back in satelite (the place i live, in the opposite side of the city, 30 to 35 minutes time at 130 km/h)

Thursday started as usual, waking up, arriving late, i thought, why do i keep on getting to work at the same time everyday, its a strange thing in México, at certain hours , it doesnt matter if you try to wake up earlier, or eat your breakfast while driving, you will always arrive at the same time.
Suddenly i got invited to a party, a private brand promoting party,…from earlier experiences in my life, brand partys are always borring, always inviting the wrong crowd, filling it up with sophistos, never understanding their core market……or maybe im the only weird one here, ive been told that before.
As usual, horrible place, mixed crowd, free drinks, and theres nothing in this life that can fix life at least for a while like free drinks, getting drunk is like a small vacation, your own private island in the tropics (if you are drinking rum)…..no im talking like a drunk… … Somehow i took more rum than my body can andel, so naturally i just stopped behaving like the gentleman i am, my hair went from ok to oh my god (why when you get drunk your hair goes crazy) ….and started forgeting what happened…so naturally i dont remember a lot about that night….well i remember i was expecting a great concert from Austin Tv (wannabe sigur ros instrumental emotional rock that sounds just like emo without lyrics) and was hugely disappointed, and finally i understanded why they are so big in México…. But i respect them…alot…anyway…. There was even a moment that i remember been sit and actually feeling everything spin around me (Copernicanism) anyway, at 6 we where out there, to much wannabes fresas, wannabe scenesters and wannabe wannabes (yes in México they do exist) as usual we went for some tacos, and then i slept (a while) in the house of a friend, i just could manage myself), at 10 the next day (or was it the same day) i was back at the office, drinking gatarode, trying to recolect data from the night before. Apparently i didt make an ass of myself, so thats a good thing. That afternoon was spent, mostly sleeping…..

Saturday started out as any given saturday, waking at 1, eating with dad at some overpriced restaurant, meeting with everyone at a friends house, then we went to the Condesa DF, my very good friend Polar (yes, that polar) had organized an event there, a minimal techno party…..naturally we arrived at 10 something, at 1 we went to another party in a place called La Victoria, a typical concert place in México with one of the most god awfull soundsystems ever…..its like hearing your mom punishing you…..but whatever……the music was banging, Chuck Pereda (the hottest dj in the rock scene right now ….yes in know it sounds weirder, but bands are out in the rock scene…..) was as usual spinning Daft Punk, Soulwax, Chromeo, Justice (i fucking hate justice) Simian Mobile Disco, Klaxons, etc….(yes i know that kinda music sounds like electronic music, but in México the "trendy rock scenester" expects to hear daft punk at night…and maybe some ac/dc…..dont ask me, i have no idea!!!!) People where going crazy, dancing, jumping, shouting, chanting, whatever, the new scenesters, the young ones that think that maculay culkin is a 90´s icon, because home alone was the first movie they saw at a theater, and because he was in party monster ……..the pre neo ravers, the ones that really get how to look goofy and dont die trying……. Suddenly, Chuck ended hes set, and some girls got to the decks……and then……………….TU PA TUPA TU PA TUPA …..DRUM AND BASS??? FOR REAL, IN 2007, its like been only 10 years since the rise of the JUNGLE culture, i hadnt heard a drum and bass track in like 4 years (well maybe some roni size) so naturally the party died…all the people went out and we arrived to another party a few blocks away…..

Some guy organized a party at the top of an apartment building in Condesa (as usual, this happens more than every week) and as usual theres no control in these parties, anyone can go in, anyone can slip in anything…….the crowd was a strange mixture…..on one side you had the indie scenesters, and some post fresas, in the middle there was these mixture of gays, pre neo ravers and potheads, and on the other side…..goths where sitting next to "urban music listening puerto rican looking hip hop name droping reggeaton lovers" yes its that strange, and ofcourse the music was a mixture of everything above, but mostly 80´s pop hits. And if that wasnt strange enought, in the builing in front there was another party happenning,…..there where something like 30 people, around 3:30 everyone grabbed a costume (ninja turtle, mr invincible, and other things i could recognize) some guy was strapped to a chair in another room….and suddenly they turned of the lights, whatever happened there, i have no idea…….but it looked kinda fun……..in the party we where the strange variety and mixture of people could not withstand itself for long….and suddenly there was a fight, i couldnt see anything so i cannot say what "tribes" where fighting….in a rush of panic everyone went running to the door an started the 7 floor walk down the stairs.

Since it was something like 4 in the morning, we just went to eat some tacos at Califa (the trendiest (yes i know everything is the trendiest with me, im sorry) taqueria in DF….

As usual sunday was spent in bed….cheers