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I’m still in shock after what happened last Thursday. And a bit worried too.

I’m almost 37, responsible, a nutter sometimes, pretty active, and sometimes I like partying hard. I’d be a hypocrite if I didn’t admit it, no matter who’s reading this right now. Truth is that those endless boozing nights followed by nonsense mornings were not many and left behind long ago, and clubbing is not my thing, so my nights don’t finish vampire like, going to bed when the sun has already risen.

Of course there are cycles I go through. Sometimes I spend lots of time at home and prefer arranging indoor activities at the Hellhouse, such as pizza n’ movies sessions or poker nights, and on weekends I love vermouth time at midday, allowing to extend in the afternoon.

Summer is a crazy season which, in my case and due to events, starts at the end of May, with open air festivals and you know, lots of exciting plans knocking on my door. But August it’s too long to me and I only want summer ends in the middle of the month, so 3 weeks ago I decided this mayhem was to stop. I’ve spent 3 weekends straight being “a good girl” so to speak.

There’ a quite old and tradition shared with my friend Jaume which consists on meeting on Thursdays for having beers and gossiping nonstop. We update each other, fix our world, criticize, talk about music and so on. I really love this comradeship evenings too much.

This last Thursday we met as usual, and went to Hey Ho! Bar for 1Eur beers. We did really have much fun, and reached this point in which we had to decide whether to move for having dinner or staying the way we were. We chose the second option and Jaume suggested having a mojito. I should have rejected the idea but I didn’t, and we had this loaded mojito we found perfect at that moment. But something happened.

Something happened translated into one hour blackout. I woke up on Friday, and everything was a mess. Light was on, I was half dressed, my glasses on the bed, clothes spread on the floor, my phone without battery and I couldn’t remember how I arrived home the night before.

Monty Clift by Kubrick

I usually handle myself when going out. Usually get tipsy but keep the same level for the night. obviously sometimes things get a bit out of control (that last gintonic you shouldn’t have drunk kind of issue), but I hadn’t experience massive blackouts for 10 years to say the least. That’s a typical teenage thing. As an adult you can forget some things but at some point you assemble the puzzle quick and remember everything. Not this time.

Puzzle has been assembled after questioning Jaume, who also experienced a massive hangover, beyond normal, and can’t remember certain things as how the hell he bought 2 pack of cigarettes, and the bar owner.

Apparently we went for the second mojito, paid and left the bar at a very reasonable hour, 11,30pm, so Jaume could catch the tube on his way home. The bar is 10 minute far from The Hellhouse but I stopped a taxi because ,according to Jaume I wasn’t gonna make it till my place, paid in credit card the ridiculous amount of Eur 4, and crept the 3 floors to my house to my bed.

I still don’t understand what happened, and I can’t stop thinking about this shit trying to find some sense as this is not normal. I can’t remember one hour in my life and even though nothing wrong happened, I will always have in my mind a thought starting with “what if…”.

I’ve been talking to Jaume several times these two days and he’s also flipping about the whole story. we don’t know if the damned mojitos were super loaded or what, but we’ll never have mojitos at Hey Ho! Bar anymore, just in case.

Only for avoiding a Friday morning like mine yesterday, so absurd, and confusing, I might quit mojitos at all.

Shit, Toi, what happened?


I feel like telling you a short story, about my favorite joint in Barcelona, Psycho R&R Club.

Early June 2010, I was at Moog, a venue in Barcelona, about to enjoy a show of The Lizards, one of my favorite local bands, when Charly introduced me to Ricard as his associate. I didn’t have any idea about him having business, he’s not such kind of guy, thus I had to be clarified. They were opening a new rock club in a month, close to one of the hottest musical spots in town, Apolo, a two venue complex where many great gigs are scheduled and clubbing nights are a reference for hipsters, tourists and party animals. Great strategy, plus, as far as I was acquainted, being dj’s and popular in the local scene, plus rock as the main philosophy the club was to follow, success was almost guaranteed.

It felt like yesterday when I was visiting the guys at the club after The Gaslight Anthem show, the night before the grand opening, and everything was chaos. It was then when I met the third partner in crime, Gonzalo, who asked me for cigarettes and took some sips from my warm beer. We got on well right away. The situation was close to drama, so I volunteered to help them the following day after working. And I did it.

The 3-4 hours some friends spent hand to hand cleaning the whole place, assembling stools, organizing the bar, collecting garbage and having everything ready, were insane and super intense, but hey! We all made it on time, and I’m proud of being part of that. As Gonzalo was saying, we all remember it in a romantic way, but if we stop thinking about the whole situation, it was crazy.

As all the early stages of business, clubs and everything, there are many technical issues to be sorted out till you are on the run. As the time has passed, the joint has been capturing its essence, full of decoration referring to bands and films I love and grew up with, thus it’s a warming place, and I’m not talking about the nonstop problems with air conditioning system, but with the feeling of being at home among friends. Whenever I’m at Psycho I feel welcome, if you know what  I mean.

They also sorted things out regarding dj’n sessions permissions, and now they have full booked monthly program, featuring many guest dj’s and lots of styles, from punk rock to funky, soul, garage and r&b.

First time I was invited to dj on my own there were technical problems as most people play music with laptops aor vinyls. I use CD’s and one of the players didn’t work that night. Thus, my actual debut was on New Year’s Eve, for closing the night, and everything was fantastic that time. I enjoyed a second night on my own in February, which was also great, but you know, it’s great and funnier to have a partner in crime, thus, since April, Dra Feelgood and I have provided the punk rock, hard rock, stoner, 90’s and other sounds fix Psycho Rock N’ Roll club required.

It was Ricard who christened us as Las Tetis, aka The Titties, and to be honest, we fuckin’ love this business card, which everybody easily remembers…so it’s great.

It’s been one year since Psycho opened its doors, and it’s alive and kicking, being a hot spot and a point of reference in the rock scene in Barcelona, and considering the times we’re living, this city focusing on tourist and fashion bars and clubs oriented, and the “retirement” of rock n’ roll places, it’s really to be praised the efforts  and passion Charly, Ricard and Gonzalo, have put on this enterprise, I wish we can celebrate for many more years.

I’ll never be grateful enough for allowing me and Veronica to be part of their dream, making me the official guinea pig of mojitos, BEST IN TOWN, when they learned to prepare them, and being the source and play of amusement for so many crazy and unforgettable nights.

And finally, this weekend’s been celebration nonstop and Las Tetis had their time yesterday playing some tunes to warm up the night ahead. Pure fun!

We’ve been requested to create a page on Facebook where we’ll announce future events we’re involved in so, everybody is updated. I’ll let you know in case you’re interested, and you, yeah you! in case you visit Barcelona for some days, you MUST visit this place. Here’s the link to Facebook

And here is the playlist of the songs I played yesterday, short but intense, as Female Trouble and Ficus No Dj had to make us dance and sweat afterwards