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THE FREAKEST MONTH IS DONE

I remember when my granny used to tell me that, the older I got, the faster time would pass by. She, as in many other things, was completely right, and sometimes I do feel very scared, as I see my life slipping out my control.

Some day very soon, I will tell you about one of last inspirations, Bill Hicks, the stand-up comedian, but in the meantime, I will quote a sentence that is coming to my mind almost on a daily basis: “I’m running out of time”.

Remember a couple of weeks ago I told you people were inquiring after my sleeping routine, sounding a bit worried about my heath ? Have you realized it happened as I predicted?  Eventually, I knew I was gonna crush, and that’s what happened last week…human body is a perfect engine after all, don’t you think?

Perhaps because my inactivity was so remarkable due to flu killing effects on me, and now that I’m getting back in business, this week comments and inquiries are related to my proactivity. Yes dears, apparently I’m a very active person, however I disagree, my constant feeling is that I’m great at wasting my time, which could be better optimized.

I don’t know whether I’m being conceit right now, nor how to call this exercise, but since I did it last month, I feel like repeating writing a list of the most remarkable achievements and activities done these last 29 days.

February, the shortest month of the year, however a tough one, still carrying the heavy burden of Xmas, and some of you of sales, on our backs, it’s not a very funny month.

1. Amsterdam and Rich Robinson. Truth is not all months you can start enjoying a flash trip to an European city with the major purposes of visiting a friend and attending a show of one f the core members of The Black Crowes. I feel very pleased and grateful to Sofia first, and to Rich Robinson  too. On the other hand, I’m actually quite proud of writing and then  transcribing visits and memories of those days to this blog, in order to share such moments with you.  And finally, the opportunity to collaborate with Popular 1 Rock Magazine by reviewing the show is, once again, an honor.

2. Considering I’m terrible at special occasions in terms of outfitting, I’m also glad that, thanks to my new fashion expert counselor, Eulàlia, I already got the perfect dress for my friend Artemio’s wedding. Cannot reveal the outfit yet, because he might peep, and it’s a surprise. You might wonder this has to be taken as a surprise. Well, believe me when I say I’d never looked so feminine in my entire life, so yes, we can make of this the event of the year. And hey! I dig, I look fine 🙂

Also, we also have the wedding present ready, and it’s a very special and amazing one, but again, it cannot yet be posted, or the surprise, and this is to be a surprise, would be ruined. What I can advance is that it’s exclusive and unique, as Artie and Mayra are, and that we, Kiko, Agnès and I, have thought of it with utmost love and tenderness.

I know you ain¡t suffering from panic attacks, but from here, you’ll be duly acquainted with The Rock n’ Roll Wedding.

3. I’m super glad and excited for being confirmed, while I was in Amsterdam, of an appointment I’ve got with Miss Arianna Settembrino in Rome, at Swan Song Tattoo, in mid April, to get one of her incredible pieces inked. I already talked about her super pro work. Positive she’s one of the current best tattoo artists in Europe. I really can’t wait to see the piece on my right forearm. It’s not that I’m wealthy all of a sudden, but referring to the subject I started this post with, time’s running and we have to take the chances as they come. We’ll worry about money afterwards.

4. Dj’n Session @ Psycho R’n’R Club. Can’t add anything to what I’ve already said about these sessions. First, I can play my own music out loud  in a bar, get free drinks, I’m surrounded by friends and people in party and dancing mood, and in this case, Psycho boys, who always make me feel at home…Can’t get enough of dj’n!

5. Very proud about being invited to write for Norma Jean Magazine. First assignment was a review on Shame, Steve McQueen’s controversial film, featuring Michael Fassbender and Carey Mulligan. Hopefully more posts to come.

Even though I don’t think this fact has to be added to the list, I’d like to remark that it’s been 6 weeks since I quitted smoking, not yielding. To be honest, I don’t feel better nor worse, I don’t miss smoking most of time, but I’m still sleeping weird.

Hopefully I will add a new activity I finished February carrying out, next month. I’ve recovered my rollerskates, so I can refresh my poor knowledge of inline skating, and improve my skills. Now that Spring is almost here, and weather is smothering, it’s time to hit the road, and start enjoying some activities outdoors, once and for all.

And yes, I also purchased my blog domain so Since My Baby Left Me has now its own identity. Really glad about it!

Such has been February to me, a bit shaken by flu last week, but a good month after all. how ‘s been your February?

FINAL CHAPTER – THE EVENING RICH MET TOI

The final chapter of Toi goes to Amsterdam. Sorry to disappoint those who expected a stoner tale of epic psychotropic  events, but I publicly admit, weed is not my drug of choice, I quitted smoking hashish when I got widowed (with the exception of half joint one day shocked by the first episode of the reality show featuring Alaska and Mario), and I feel too much respect and fear towards the universe of mushrooms after my late teenage experiences with acid. To sum up, I don’t dig downers nor feel like opening the doors of my perception anymore.

The Amsterdam experience was worth living, mainly for the great quality moments shared with my friend Sofia, who, poor girl, was super busy and made a huge effort and sacrifice to spend some time with me, and for an epic Sunday night. I’m so glad I made it, despite my sad financial situation!

I’m trying to convince Xavi, the guy who started inciting me to buy tickets, to go to London, but he’s too busy now and has planned some other shows also implying traveling, and has given up on poor Rich. Xavi, DON’T BE A CUNT AND GO TO LONDON, I do command you!

Ok, stop the madness and let’s focus on last Sunday evening.

I had been most of the day walking, went to FOAM first, and I finally found some vinyls worth adding to my collection, one, Gluecifer’s Basement Apes at a Skate Oulet store, the other three at a recommended store named Recordfriend. I didn’t have much time nor money, so I spent few time there. Very good stuff but not cheap at all.

By the time I met  Sofia, 8PM, the streets were empty already, and it was freezin’ cold as fuck. We still had time enough for a beer for warming up before the show, so she took me to this Coffee Shop name The Doors, which was pretty cool inside.

As far as I know Coffee Shops are not my kind of place either, because you cannot drink alcohol in most of them. That’s nonsense. You wanna get high? Beers should be compulsory, not tea! At least we got beer served at The Doors joint, and the smell of weed was bearable, music was pretty cool and it was a quite calm place. We both liked it.

The supporting artist opening for Rich Robinson, an Irish guy named Dave O’Grady, was playing the first chords, just when we entered Bitterzoet. We paid attention and tried to like his stuff, but, despite he had a very nice voice (and the guy was hot), he didn’t convince us at all, his set was to quiet and boring, and wasn’t very passionate. This is something that can happen when you play in acoustic, it requires you an extra effort to have the audience amused enough as to concentrate in your stuff. If you are not convincing nor stunning, people will eventually lose interest and buzz will invade the venue.

During his performance, a guy from my hometown, we all call Vampire, turned up, so we were the 3 happy Spanish gang, ready for Rich Robinson.

The venue, Bitterzoet, was sold out that night, we’d be attending the show no more than 200-250 people, and the place was very small with many different levels, which helped to create a warm and friendly atmosphere.

It’s been too many years I’ve been attending rock shows and at a glance I found the best spot to see the show waiting to be occupied by our presence. I was barely 2m far from Rich, at his same height, thus I had access to his foot switches and pedals, his set lists, I could observe anything he was moving, and somehow, when playing awesome solo guitars I was kind of this escape point, serious. The funny thing was that I was so happy and with a permanent wide smile, poor guy, whenever he was coming back to reality he was seeing me, and sometimes he couldn’t help laughing.

Yes, the show. I don’t really know where to start. I already wrote a proper review for serious purposes but this is an extension of my life, thus I don’t feel the need to be super accurate with the set list, which was changed right at the end of the show. I want to talk about my personal experience, and how that cold night I felt happiness for real, glad and thankful for loving rock and music in such a passionate way, these moments, which would be recorded in my memory for good, still bring out my most intense feelings and provide unrivalled satisfaction and pleasure. Anything is worth doing when there’s such a reward involved.

Set list was mainly focused on Rich Robinson’s last album released, Through a Crooked Sun. Just to refresh your memory, I claimed it to be my favorite 2011, and already commented about it weeks ago.

The four warm-up songs he started with, were in my opinion the most direct ones in the night: It’s not Easy, Station Man, Lost and Found (personal anthem), and Falling Again.

The band sounded perfect, pretty solid and close as a unit, and chemistry among the band members was amazing. You could feel they were enjoying on stage, keeping an eye on each other constantly, although it wasn’t necessary.

You can imagine the audience was excited and totally devoted to the band, although, as usual, some inappropriate requests for some Crowes’ stuff were heard. C’mon! He’s supporting his solo album! Let him do his set and in case he’s in the mood, which obviously wasn’t, he0ll play something. This pisses me off sometimes, really.

Anyway, after the warming up, the band attacked the core of the show, creating  awesome psychedelic atmospheres, playing with Not-so-improvised-jams, bringing us back to 70’s progressive rock, and driving us to a state of bliss, difficult to put into words. Standing at the Surface of the Sun, and Hey Fear were absolute magic.

From time to time I was checking on both Sofia and Vampire, and they were as stunned and fascinated as I was.  You know when you have to get down to Earth to check whether you’re experiencing is for real or just a dream? It wasn’t, the whole venue was kind of high.

The show lasted more than two hours, and we were especially delighted with two of the encore songs, which were covers. On one hand an acoustic She, by Gram Parsons, and the wonderful Cinnamon Girl. The closing song, War Drums, was a 13minute jam, which left us speechless.

Being at the best spot in the venue was a win, and I had to approach the possibilities to the utmost.

Rich was really in good mood, so was the keyboard player, Steve Molitz, a very cool and enthusiastic guy, who offered a brilliant performance. Interaction with the audience was constant, Rich surprisingly overcoming his featured shyness. Thus, I being right by his side, of course didn’t miss the chance to make some comments. Believe me if I tell you I told them I had come from Spain just to see them, and their fans were very disappointed they hadn’t made it to our country. Rich complained it was a matter of local promoters, and that they love Spain, thus I threatened to hire them. When Rich asked me whether they could crush at my place, you can imagine the instant reply  😉

After talking to some people regarding the band fees, I tell you one thing, I’d go for it and positive, won’t fail.

I had the CD waiting for Rich to sign up, and as soon as the show finished, a girl anticipated and gave him a pen to sign her copy, so I asked him if he could do the same with mine. Not only he did, but also requested me to give him his set list I’d got a minute earlier, so he signed it up too. And because sometimes I feel so self confident and I had nothing to lose, I also asked him for a guitar pick…and rather than giving me a new one, he gave me the he’d been using the whole show. Finally, he came close to me, and whispered in my ear “we’re coming to Spain in summer, we’re playing in Mallorca”.

Everything happened really quick, but there I was, feeling the luckiest girl in the world, dreaming awake, and grabbing my little treasures completely delighted. The mission was accomplished, we witnessed a lesson of professionalism and grace, a dose of high class and elegance, and were reminded of what PERFECTION really means.

Absolutely Awesome!!!

I found some videos from this show. You can try to find Wally (aka Toi).

CHAPTER III – THE SPANISH TOURIST, FOAM AND JOEL STERNFELD

I finally decided not to go to Van Gogh Museum. It’s not that I don’t like the crazy ginger’s work, in fact his one of latest artists I enjoy most. I find his unbalanced mental state, which I prefer not to call insanity, is awesomely reflected n his paintings.

Whatever, except for the live shows, I feel usually uncomfortable at overcrowded public places, and this museum is likely to be packed on weekends. Nah! The only idea of being surrounded by yelling tourists, mostly Spanish, makes me feel sick.

My apologies for diverting once again from the topic of discussion, but I need to make a point, Sofia and I were discussing, and 100% agreeing, last night, in one of these endless talks fueled with red wine: when you travel and especially live abroad, you can recognize a Spanish human being with 96% accuracy. It’s like people of our same country carry a sort of invisible birthmark. We don’t think there has to be with physical features, but with the body language and the style in appearance. Obviously this conclusion can be reached only if the subject to study keeps the mouth shut, otherwise, we Spanish can be identified from miles away.

It was funny Sofia reckoned I’m one of her few Spanish friends whose nationality was hard to find out at a single glance. Not intending to seem vain nor see fellows below my shoulder, cause that’s not my style at all, I also agree with her on this. Perhaps my experience in London or the survival need to turn anonymous when abroad, as to adapt to the scene, and avoid to be outstanding are the reason for that. Of course this was impossible in Japan for obvious reasons, but in general, and also I have to credit my passion for English language, my origins remain undefined.

On a different level we could discuss about our behavior abroad. Terrible in many cases, but let me tell you we’re not the only ones, not the worst. Young people especially, tend to do things, under thesurveillance of their country fellows wouldn’t feel safe to, which involves nasty attitude. I must admit, when living in London I wasn’t a role model either, not that I’d mean to harm anyone, just let’s say I was closer to traditional Spanish picaresque.

After all this chunk related to Spanish tourists, as commented, I chose to visit FOAM, a photography museum, instead.

I expected to find something as amazing as The Moderna Museet, but this was a more humble exhibition. Foam should be considered more a gallery rather than a museum, as collections are exhibited for short time, and the space, very beautiful, is not too big either. To start with, the entrance is a bit chaos, and purchasing a ticket can be a bit annoying if there are more than 5 people trying to queue.

This exhibition, was a retrospective of the NY photographer Joel Sternfeld, named Color Photographs since 1970.

When color photography was directly related to the worlds fashion and advertising, Sternfeld dared to trespass this unwritten boundary, and started travelling across the States to simply capture whatever he found astonishing. Thanks to his dedication and efforts, color technique used for documentary purposes, started to get respect and recognition.

Several samples of his remarkable collections were shown, fortunately with comments in English (no as at the Tattoo Museum).

I particularly enjoyed those belonging to Sweet Earth – Experimental Utopias in America; and Stranger Passing, an extension of his American Prospects.

This first collection, as its name states, has to do with colonies and other projects designed for communities all through America, which eventually didn’t succeed.

I was completely fascinated by this capture, and its explanation

Queen of the Prom, the Range Nightclub, Slab city, march 2005

Stranger Passing uses the individual as the initial starting point, only to focus on the surroundings, the allocation, as the essence of the capture.

Finally, I was really shocked by the last part of the exhibition showing some pieces of the collection Another book, On This Site: Landscape in Memoriam. If you weren’t advised of the meaning of those strange and mostly decadent trashy places, not much would catch your attention. Once it’s explained those were places in which some kind of violent crime took place, a chilling feeling runs through your back. It’s amazing the way an image, if properly introduced, can impress the viewer.

Thus again, and completely by chance, I had my fix of photography, this time more documentary orientated, with this decadent halo I dig so much. Glad to have discovered Sternfeld, his work is definitely worth checking and reviewing in the future.

CHAPTER II – AMSTERDAM TATTOO MUSEUM

After enjoying my first beers in Amsterdam, at a pub named Sound Garden (awesome!), and Sofia and I moving from one topic of discussion to other in a flash, for so much we had to update each other, Saturday morning and part of th afternoon I had to hit the road on my own. Not a problem whatsoever, I’ve realized I love wandering on the streets with the sole companion of my Ipod and the camera. Unfortunately gotta admit, due to super cold weather, I haven’t been very productive in terms of quantity, but there are some stamps worth keeping, so despite everything, I’m happy on this regard.

I had been lucky to inherit a transport ticket valid for 72h, however I wasn’t so lucky with day passes, and I wasn’t in the mood for spending 40Eur in a 24 all-in card to visit the museums crowded by tourists, so I decided an alternative plan, and chose The Amsterdam Tattoo Museum, to pay a visit, and be warm safeguarded for a while.

And this is how it was:

Considering tattoos have an expiring date regardless of quality, the concept of a museum is something difficult to understand for obvious reasons.

The fact that flesh cannot be preserved, does not mean that there aren’t so many other features involved. There’s a universe of stuff to dive in, related to the art of ink: devices and tools, ancient traditions and cultures the inking meant something even magic, tattoo artists, illustrations and designs, and lot of memorabilia.

All of a sudden I might seem the defendant #1 of tattoos, and that’s not true, but since I had these last two pieces, changing and moving upwards to a more pro level, it’s true I’m absolutely fascinated by color palettes, shading, techniques, style…and of course, the artists themselves.

All this been said, and sitting at the Museum café, surrounding by paintings, magazines and displays showing the close relationship among tattoos and rock, and enjoying a Grolsh (ages since I didn’t have one), let me tell you about this place.

First thing to mention, is tha the founder of this museum is Henk Schiffmacher. Ok, most likely you don’t know who he is. I didn’t either, till I checked his name on the net, and discovered that Hanky Panky has featured Red Hot Chili Peppers members, Willy DeVille and even KurtCobain among his clients. He’s also published several books of tattoos compilations, for instance those of Taschen you can find anywhere.

Three floors of stuff worth seeing. The concept of the exhibition is to navigate through the history of the body art.

The starting point had to do on one hand, with ancient Catholic related symbols, supposed to be inked as protectors and marks highlighting a holy mission,  and on the other with Africa, and the early Coptic and Berber tattoos and scarification techniques, really impressive.

Native America tattooing continues, to extend up to the Pacific tribes of Samoans, and Mahoris… Although the style is similar, the symbols and locations are different, implying also ranks and families.

Needless to say, there’s a special area covering all the Japanese and Korean strong and ancient tradition, with their ceremonies, the family involvement and other practices.

The 2nd and 3rd floor are more focused into a more frivolous and contemporary side of the tattoo world. Prison and Carnivale circus, some classic characters remembered, such as CindyRay and Princess Beatrice, the tattooed ladies, and artist icons such as Sailor Jerry, PeterA’Dam or Les Skuse are paid tribute. Recreations of circus, prisons cabin booths, and tattoo parlours are nicely displayed.

At this point I have to make a stop and remark something. In less than 24h I’ve been here, I can tell this city is not cheap at all. I had been warned that, due to become one of the most demanded European destination, partly because of all this pot culture, tourism has directly caused you to be charged as much as possible. Also, the country welfare status, has to do with it.

After this remark, I have to admit that this Amsterdam Tattoo Museum admission fee of 10Eur is a bit excessive, but on the other hand, checking other museums ticket prices, is average.

Truth is that, to make the visit more interesting, there are several added values, you can enjoy. Many activities are constantly programmed, art exhibitions, live music, and even freak shows. There are also a couple of tattoo parlours, you can get inked agreeing the rate with the artist. I almost got seduced by a very charming boy from Sacramento, named Chris Danley  (but turned down the offer after I received some awesome news I’ll tell you about in some time). It’s also very interesting  this museum regularly has very established worldwide artists as guests from time to time, thus, perhaps, if you’re interested in having an appointment with Tim Hendricks, for instance, you can have your chance.

You can check some more information here:

Amsterdam Tattoo Museum

Henk Schiffmacher

Chris Danley

CHAPTER I – SIBERIAN COLD WAVE, FLIGHT DELAYS, PERROFLAUTAS AND TURBULENCE

I’m already back in Barcelona after a 3-day break in Amsterdam to visit my friend Sofia and attend Rich Robinson’s gig on Sunday the 5th.

I’ve been writing down my experiences in pieces of paper, because no matter how many notebooks I buy, I always forget them when needed. The only inconvenience was that internet access was super restricted, and even more to a laptop, thus I couldn’t be updating as planned.

Therefore, and because I don’t want my notes to end up in a box or turning into garbage, allow me to write some chapters of my visit, as if this was a short tale, ok?

So there we go…

Finally the day arrived. Never been to Amsterdam, and the plan of spending a weekend here, hosted by Sofia, and also attending the show of Rich Robinson sounded like a perfect plan, don’t you think?

I had been worried about the Siberian cold wave coming to Spain, and also affecting Barcelona. Still recalling the last time snow caught us by surprise, especially me, who had to carry my motorbike more than 2km upwards for being too strong headed and thinking I could make my way home despite the snow… ha! But that’s another story included in my book of biggest stupidities in human behavior. Anyway, my biggest fear was due to snow there were flight cancellations. Alert status this time, was exaggerated. Truth is that temperatures dropped brutally, but snow was more people’s demanding expectation rather than a reality, not sure why, guess people are too bored.

What I didn’t expect was a massive snow storm hitting Amsterdam, nor my flight forced to be delayed due to such weather adversities over there.

Waiting inside a plane is one of the most uncomfortable things that can happen, too warm and dry atmosphere, plus the 2 passengers next to me, 2 fuckin’ perroflautas in their 20’s, at their most bothering type. Thank God I had the Ipod, and the phone to be amused the hour and a half we had to be stopped, otherwise I’d turn rude.

Yes, Internet, I admit it, I’m a surfing rat. I have to check out any new social network which might be interesting, and if it is, I suck it dry. It’s a fact, since I’m on my own, I make much moe use of these, and perhaps I’m an addict, but I’m a learning addict, who also  gets acquainted with new stuff and new people from all around the world, don’t think it’s so wrong at the end of the day.

Thus, during this hour and a half, I informed Sofia on the delay, greeted a friend through a private conversation, TT’d, made jokes on flutedogs and took a picture. Addict or not addict, with the mobile, this time passed in a flash.

On a different subject, please let me tell you what a perroflauta/flutedog type is, in case you’re not acquainted with this label. Politics aside, although it’s to be remarked their extreme left wing trend, they reckon to belong to anti-everything movements. I’d say, generally speaking, and please note my joking tone, approx 98% are into dope smoking. Despite their public hatred towards consumerism, a huge percentage of them owns not only mobile phones, but BB’s Iphone’s, Mac products, and I’m not talking about clothes, because that is ridiculous. Too much pose I find in them. I know, sometimes I’m zero tolerant, and haven’t been in contact with this people for long time, but this couple, they pissed me off the whole flight. At the end of the day, I don’t give a shit about the world around me as long as I can live my life without being bothered.

My thoughts on the perroflautas have been suddenly interrupted and erased after passing a heavy metal turbulence area. We’ve jumped, a lot, I swear. Listening to Lost and Found by Rich Robinson, one of my personal favorites, they’ve been the most exciting 2 minutes I’ve experienced lately. People nervous and uncomfortably smiling and staring at others aiming to show (false) calm and temper, believe me when I tell you there’s been a moment we were all shitting on our pants. I might be a bit morbid on this regard, because I thought what I was listening wasn’t a so bad soundtrack to die with, and memories of that classic scene of the plane from Almost Famous came to my mind.

SPAIN DOES NOT ROCK

A couple of days ago I was full of anger and rage because of so many bands missing Spain when touring Europe due to promoters’ not taking the risk nor finding them worth playing in the country.

As a music lover it’s really frustrating when reading bands announcements and you don’t read Spain on their dates.

I moved to Barcelona more than 7 years under the main pretense of attending as many gigs as possible, because my hometown, right between Madrid and Barcelona, had one of the poorest musical agendas ever. Of course there were other reasons, job opportunities, the big city… but you know, after living in London all this night gig city life is what I wanted for myself.

Barcelona doesn’t rock. It’s painful to admit it, but it’s the absolute truth. Rock clubs and bars are closing, record stores are a dangerous species, and thanks to small venues and promoters, we’re still able to enjoy some shows. But when it comes the stage of established bands, with high booking fees, Spain all of a sudden becomes the North of Africa (with all due respect to the continent).

We are experiencing a crab backwards step in terms of shows. Now it’s more painful because we’re aware of it thanks to the media. It’s fun to arrange a flash trip to some other city to see a band, but it’s an effort after all.

Don’t think I’ll get to see Tom Petty in June 2012 unfortunately. We all Spanish fans were touching this possibility with the tip of our fingers, but dates slipped away and the only chance to see him is overseas.  I can’t afford it right now.

Same happens with Rich Robinson. He ain’t coming no matter  he loves Spain.

My friend Xavi is a Black Crowes diehard fan, and he told me he’d bought tickets for his show in London in February at ridiculous price. I thought I couldn’t make it. I felt frustrated. But the poor and wasted light bulb I still got in my head, sparked once again. On Friday morning at work, sorry if this is not professional, but sometimes temptation strikes so hard, you have to yield, I started checking his European tour dates once again, calmly. And there it was, Amsterdam. That was my target.

And why Amsterdam? Believe me it’s not for getting stoned purposes, I don’t smoke joints anymore and never been a weed fan. Could use a muffin though, hahaha. No, serious. One of my best friends, Sofia, has just moved there. She was pushing for me to move my ass to see her and approach the trip including a rock show in our agendas. Rich Robinson sees the perfect schoice: we both love the Crowes, she’s finished her exams, and the gig is on Sunday. We got a full weekend to spend together, she can show me the city, and we’ll share 72h of long chats, laughs, bitching and gossiping.

No discussion, as soon as she ok’d the plan, bought everything, super cheap. I can’t be happier. Closing this wonderful year with such a great plan for February makes me think 2012 is also being a blast.

Thus this is my self Xmas present, which eventually has become my parents’. We’re getting practical, and as I told them my plan my dad said he didn’t want to give me something useless or typical, and preferred paying the flight and the show tickets, so they knew for sure that would make me happy. How cool is that, huh?

It’s great some of these shows are affordable, and the trip to Amsterdam with my friend Sofia hosting me is really exciting, but let’s not miss  the point. We got an acute problem here: on one hand promoters don’t risk, their only possibility is including certain bands in high budget festivals; crisis is starting to get noticed even in this field because, compared to other countries rates, we’ve been paying abusive fees for the shows; and last, people request  bands to come, but at the end of the day attendance average is a shame.

I’m not proud to say, SPAIN DOES NOT ROCK.