Grey Souls

Tenia unos veinte años. En aquella epoca estudiaba una carrera que no me gustaba y trabajaba repartiendo pizzas. Con el dinero que hacia me compraba discos en la tienda de enfrente. Uno de los discos que compre fue el de los Grey Souls. Eran un grupo de Pamplona que me atrapo de inmediato. Tocaban guitarras distorsionadas, con voces apagadas pero con letras punzantes. Hablaban de la ilusion de ser completo, del sueño que sigue vivo tras la muerte, de arena seca que se escapa entre las manos.

Hoy tocan por ultima vez. Mientras el cursor parpadea esperando a que yo escriba algo mas, me pregunto que significa para mi que esa musica no vaya a sonar nunca mas, nunca mas,nunca mas, nunca mas, nunca mas nunca mas, nunca mas, nuncamas nuncamasnuncamas, nuncamasnuncamasnuncamas, nuncamasnuncamasnuncamasnuncamasnuncamasnuncamas,
nuncamasnuncamasnuncamasnuncamasnuncamasnuncamasnuncamasnuncamasnuncamasnuncamas....

( continue el mantra ad-infinitum y cree su propia version del bonus track de "El fabuloso mundo de los hermanos maravilla".)

goodbye

She came riding her windhorse from graceland, fire blowing backwards and shooting thunders from her eyes. She stopped, put her feet on the ground and that's when the hearth spoke to say she had arrived.

We met and we talked as sun-flakes kept falling from the sky; one of them touched my head and stayed. Then we walked the street and when we were to say goodbye, I touched her and became one.

She got on her bike again and head back west. Goodbye.

Friends

Fermin is my best friend from high-school. he is an artist. he has a blog http://flexoinconexo.blogspot.com/ in spanish where he writes nice stuff. Yesterday we got drunk and today we will get drunk too. The good old days are back.

Pablo left for Barcelona on monday. it was very nice to have him around. he has a great sense of humor and constantly tells jokes. he got to meet ( two ghosts and ) Katie with whom i met on tuesday to eat sushi and chill listening some reggae at her place.

I miss Ellerie. She lives in the same building as i do which is really great. it is a very important part of my not wanting to leave my current apartment: i have a great friend really close. i can stop by whenever and i always feel welcome ( except by milo).

what is an allergy anyway?

I have been allergic to cats since i was around 15 or so, when i used to spend a lot of time with my cousins. They had recently adopted a cat and i would get sneezy and had problems to breathe.
Since then, many times i have been in places where they have cats and i get sick in an hour or so and then have problems breathing, almost always including a tough night of no sleep.
Everyone knows the feeling of not being able to get enough air, at least from playing in a swimming pool.

I had opened my eyes in the middle of the night and the cat was in between both of us. I was ok. Later, once the traffic was loud and the light announced a new day, i've woken up, smiled, kissed her and then she has picked cat hair from my nose. I was ok.

Indestructible

Indestructible is the name of a jazz album that starts with the best drum play i have ever heard. It is a great wake up call, a slap in the face. Then there is a tenor sax, wayne shorter, shouting like there is no tomorrow, in a coltrane way. Lee morgan is the trumpetist and he might be the most melodic one in the set along with the pianist. It is a balanced mix of characters with shorter shooting bops and morgan armoniously bringing the bullets back.

The front cover is one of the most attractive i now in jazz. Indestrutible is a wave and there is red and a big cigarette pending from blakey's mouth in a inowwhatimdoing attitude. This alone is enough reason to buy the album.

Anyway, indestructible is how i have felt today. And why? Because i have a new friend riding with me as will oldham would sing. And we have swore we will always be together. no matter what. And this time i know it is true because it only depends on me.

Tonight we have a celebration party. Everyone is invited.

La musica

Pablo ha venido de visita por unos dias y hoy se ha marchado.
Esta tarde conducia hacia el centro por Lake Shore Drive para llevarle a la estacion de tren. LSD es una carretera de cuatro carriles que discurre a la orilla del lago. Ibamos conduciendo en direccion al norte y en esa direccion se ve todo el skyline. Una mezcla de rojo, negro, gris, azul donde formas geometricas del pasado y del futuro se mezclan con luces de soledad. Si, Chicago es reconocido por sus rascacielos y arquitectura en general.

Estabamos llegando al centro y ya comenzaba a sentir como la angustia se apoderaba de mi, como cada vez que estoy por esa zona. "La verdad es que es bonito el centro de Chicago; Si, esta bien". El trafico estaba pesado, me temia que a pesar de la hora nos iba a costar un buen rato llegar a la estacion. Poco a poco, habia comenzado a sentir que todos los coches parecian conducidos por su padre o por su hermano. Solo podia ver Audi's o Mazda's. La musica sonaba en mi coche igual que antes la habia escuchado su padre. "Y dices que por aqui vive la gente de dinero?; Si, algunos. "

Ya podia ver su casa y acababamos de quedar parados en un atasco. Lo que me faltaba, quedarme parado aqui, justo aqui. No pienses, concentrate en la musica, no pienses, no pienses.
Y Pablo seguia, "Me gusta la diversidad de edificios. Pero ese de ahi, no me gusta nada. Es muy minimalista, no tiene nada. Que te parece a ti?" Trago saliva. Habla de la torre de oficinas del tipo a las twin towers de NY. "A mi me gusta. Quiza no me gustaria tener que estar metido ahi, pero por fuera me gusta".

El trafico se mueve lentamente. Tengo su casa frente a mi. Dos mundos cara a cara. Un coche en la tierra y un rascacielos en Babel. Acaso alguna vez unidos, ahora separados por una brecha abierta como una herida en la tierra. Un nudo en la garganta hace que respirar requiera toda mi atencion. Pablo se queda mirando a la torre contigua a su casa. Silencio. Solo musica. "Estaria bueno vivir ahi, no?." Trago saliva, la musica continua sonando.

Muy bien

Le estaba diciendo cuanto habia disfrutado con su excelente cocina y ella no aceptaba el cumplido. Decia "Oh, no, si yo no soy una experta en absoluto". Y era claro que no era falsa modestia sino que realmente pensaba que no es tan especial lo que hace.

Entiendo esa perspectiva. Ocurre que uno crea categorias y juicios de lo que sabe y no sabe hacer bien o mal. Todo ello esta basado en el conocimiento que uno tiene y que es cual le permite a uno comparar. Comparison is of the mind, and the mind almost always cares about what has not achieved and wants to achieve. It will push and pull and will care very little about just staying with the ( beautiful) present.

Que comida mas deli...

A relationship through its music

There's nothin' wrong with me lovin' you, baby, no, no, no.....
and givin' yourself to me can never be wrong if the love is true.
No tiene que pasar nada de particular.
I ain't gonna worry, I ain't gonna push.

Tonight soon will be long ago
and there will be many other nights like this
and I'll be standing here with someone new.
But saw her bathing on the roof,
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you.

Compartiendo azul, Oh, that was so real
and another fall and another spring
but there will never be another you.

Nada particular.
Many other nights like this
and inside every night
I tell myself I am the cosmos.

Que tiene de particular?

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There will never be another you, Chet Baker.
Let's get it on, Marvin Gaye.
El hermoso nombre azul, Nacho Vegas.
I am the cosmos, Chris Bell.
Hallelujah, So real, Jeff Buckley ( Legacy edition, gracias).

Las malas companias de Juan Manuel Serrat.

My friend Mikel ( mikeloncampeon) is getting married tomorrow. We've been friends for more than 15 years now. He is the first friend from Pamplona that gets married, and given our background, a real accomplishment in my opinion.

I can already imagine all of my friends totally wasted in the old part of the old Iruna, being as crazy and chaotic as one can possibly be. Being mean to girls, peeing in the street, pissing off every waiter and shouting in favor of some errorist group ( Osasuna). All with lots of humor, nothing really with the intention of hurting anyone. That's how we were, my friends from high-school and I. A band apart.