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Past midnight and already in October. Why is this remarkable? Well, it’s been my birthday. Yeah friends, thirty-fuckin’-six years old, and kicking. Not bad, all things considered.

36 doesn’t seem to be a very memorable age, and it’s not, perhaps if you have a twisted mind as I have, you will sadly realize you’re dangerously getting close to the 40’s, and that age seems too serious in my head. To be honest the 30s used to sound pretty awful when I was twenty something, but at the time being, I’m actually enjoying this decade the most. Still young and active, yet also wiser and more experienced. Guys, you don’t know what you’re missing here, I’m a diamond in (less) rough, and you’re wasting my best years. Positive!

My celebration weekend has been a blast, as usual. I love celebrating my birthday. The main reason is to manage to gather different friends together by my side for a night, and succeed in everybody having fun. And it’s cool because as circumstances change every year, not everybody is the same at my events.

Saturday started with a subtle hangover caused by several beers on Friday night with EvilMrSod. The Canary Islands troubadour, stopped in my hometown to offer a wonderful acoustic show I’d like to talk about separately.

The main plan, after lunch with my parents and Agnès and Kiko, was to meet all those who had confirmed attendance, and have dinner at a great vegan restaurant named La Birosta. I couldn’t be happier: my childhood friend Diana was talking to Kiko, the guy I met through a music Internet char 11 years ago; Arantza, my friend from highschool was having a laugh with Andrea, the co-founder of Norma Jean Magazine; Agnès was talking to Thais, the art historian, and I was discussing about logistics with Nacho, Julian’s boyfriend. And so on… it was one of these moments when you stop doing whatever and concentrate on the scene and think: ain’t this awesome? And then you ask for a beer right away. Party was much fun, and we had a great laugh talking about anal (backdoor) waxing. Hilarious!

Today the familiar celebration has been in a more relaxing way, with my gorgeous and super blonde nephew being the king of the scene. It’s so amazing observing the way this little creature is adapting to life, growing and interacting! I am truly fascinated with this little human being, very affectionate, obedient and happy. Everything is new and amazing for him. I feel jealous for his passion and emotions.

When coming back to reality after a short siesta, a thought has stricken my head. Exactly 18 years ago, The Stooges came into my live, for good, in the shape of a CD, Fun House, my current boyfriend gave me as a present. I still have fresh in my mind, the face of horror my mum had when we played the CD. it was insane. Now, all these years later, my father was playing ukulele and all the family were singing a song about chicken and chirps. I was listening and thinking we’re really getting old, noticing the way things change, and then remembered Sebastian Bach yelling Youth Gone Wild. Ha!

The most emotional moment of the day though, has been when receiving some messages from my best friend at high school, with several pictures attached. In one of these music forums I check out, there was this subject asking about our appearance 20 years ago. A very funny post, by the way.

These are the pictures Ana has sent me

 This first picture was taken when visiting a medieval castle in Loarre (or was it Albarracin?). My memories are not as fresh as I thought. My best friend was Ana, the girl at the right, and that tough looking boy smoking, Diego, was my first crush ever and my first failure, probably because he was my first best male friend too. He was a year older than us, and had a strong male voice and a histrionic laugh, plus was quite different to the rest of the guys in class.

I think this one was taken by Ana, just the last day before summer holidays. I can’t remember all the names, but I’ve always loved this picture. We were so different, and at the same time were so close… good ol’ times!

I can’t believe I was wearing a skirt and shoes! Well, that was actually a dress I used to wear since I was 9. It was my favorite, never loved a dress so much. XL t-shirts started to be remarkable in my wardrobe.

Carnival! I used to hate dressing up because I had to be the princess or the fairy, thus I developed a sort of phobia which still lasts at lower intensity. I think I dyed my hair in orange and pretended to be Pipi Langstrump without much effort, but my friends turned into the Domino girls, and there was a businessman and a jail prisoner. I’m so surprised realizing our baby faces!!! We were kids after all!

Twenty years ago, it’s amazing! Few weeks ago I was telling you the years in high school were my favorite times as a student. I see these pictures and many memories come back, and once again I reckon those were awesome years. I see myself as a happy girl, smart but super innocent, relaxed among girls and boys and doing what I’m greatest at, having fun.

Not sure what will happen in the next 20 years. I’d like to see myself seeing all these digital photos covering these current years, remembering these as good old times, full of awesome memories, with the feeling that I did my utmost having a happy existence, enjoying and experiencing as much as possible. We’ll see…


I’m passing through a stage of recovering old albums I seldom listen to entirely nowadays. As you know, whenever I perform one of these dj’n nights, I’m in the middle of being old school, in the sense that I don’t play vinyl, but don’t use a computer either. I’m a 90’s girl, grew up when CD became consolidated as the universal format, thus 95% of my musical acquisitions are, as my granny used to say, the little discs. Thus, I often listening to singles when playing them in pubs, but not the album entirely.

When getting ready for the last session a couple of weeks ago I thought it might be a good idea to play some PJ Harvey’s stuff, and chose her second album. Pity in a moment o f confusion I was forced to play Rid of Me, rather than other great songs such as Rub Till It Bleeds, Legs or Highway ’61 Revisited. Anyway, the fact that PJ Harvey came back into my life accidentally, after the disappointment I experimented with the so much praised last album Let England Shake, was great, and brought lots of memories back, as usual 😉

Rid Of Me came out in 1993 (sheeeeit! Almost 20 years ago too!!! Getting old!) but sure I didn’t listen to it till end of 1994 or even early 1995. Remember a time when Internet didn’t exist, huh? Well,  back then music was something that arrived to Spain with huge delay, rock bands which weren’t connected to MTV or more popular media were unknown and didn’t received any sort of promo, and coverage was minimum. Moreover, when I was 16, I was so broke, it took me long time to start buying rock magazines on monthly basis. I started purchasing singles issues, and second hand magazines featuring Pearl Jam mostly.

My boyfriend Joe’s cousin from Tenerife, Pablo, aka EvilMrSod, was our private musical guru. I think of it as something quite contradictory considering he was born and lived in an island, and the Canary islands are cursed by isolation and oblivion in many aspects.  Perhaps most people were in such situation, but Pablo was and I know still is, one of the most passionate music fan, and he found his ways to get in touch with the reality of overseas, and the musical trends.

Pablo’s dad used to travel to the US, I think Miami was his main destination, on business trips. Don’t think he was Antonio Montana or Pablo Escobar, basterds, his job was related to a very established Tenerife folkie band named Los Sabandeños, who were very popular in Latin America. Thus, Pablo used to elaborate sheet lists of album requests so his father would buy the stuff for him. We were directly rewarded by him sending us parcels right after his father was back, packed with recorded tapes with all the new arrivals.

Whenever the topic of discussion regarding the sources of music knowledge when we were young and poor, I always mention Pablo as the guy who introduced me to many bands. Damn, I love Kyuss because he recorded me the 3 albums…awesome!

In those times when we were discovering and absorbing music recklessly, everything new could turn into the coolest stuff ever. Also we were really impressive, and among the gang, we used to spread the coolness at light speed.

We were already familiar with Tori Amos, L7, Babes in Toyland or Sonic Youth, but Rid Of Me was something different. It was an explosion of aggressiveness . Song structures were difficult, with uneasy changes, lyrics were rough, and her voice was unique. This image of mysterious woman, like a witch, sensual but raw, settled for many years, and for many years, the girl from Dorset was adored by many of us, as if she was some kind of goddess of the occult.

Her twisted songs couldn’t be labeled as rock, in its proper definition, nor punk, although in attitude she was kind of. You could notice blues roots in her work, but at the end of the day it was impossible to define her style. That alternative classification, so wide and barely defined became very useful in cases like this.

Nowadays she’s gained the respect of the media and her audience has increased, however I don’t see her as an icon of wildness and aggressiveness I used to think of her, and musically speaking, her freshness and roughness are mostly disappeared. PJ Harvey used to mean something dangerous and intense, and Rid Of Me, was the statement of what I admired from her.