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This is the last post related to 2013 I’m gonna write. It’s been another rough year (the second in a row), with many ups and downs, and some disappointments, but fortunately not everything was dark, and thanks to some people, music and some personal achievements I survived it, and pounding both good and bad things, I prefer using the adjective rough instead of shitty.

I reckon writing down a list of highlights is a positive way to close a year in the best way possible, so with no particular order I’m starting to remember my personal best of.


It’s still shocking that after living so many years in Barcelona I still don’t know, or haven’t been introduced to certain people I’ve seen thousands of times at bars and shows. At the end of the day, the rock scene in the city is quite reduced, so it’s easy to know who is who. It’s also funny the fact that it was Andrea who properly introduced us, considering she lives in our hometown, and not in Barcelona.

toi jordi and richard

And it’s wonderful to feel a crush at first sight on these two guys with whom I share so many things in common, especially the passion for music and this will to enjoy and have fun. And I love their strong friendship, and the way they connect and complement each other.

I reckon 2013 is the starting point of a long relation with them, and feel very happy and proud of feeling so welcome by them.



I think it was a great idea to start a dark year getting tattooed by one of the artists I admire most: Alvaro Llorar. The result was Carmen, a gorgeous woman with a flame coming out of one of her eyes. The design, the palette of colors used, and the composition are amazing, and I’m very pleased and proud of my girl.


This festival will last in my memory for several reasons. First, the lineup, Orange Goblin and Clutch; Second, I could spend some time with my British pals; Third, I met adorable people I already knew virtually but nor physically (Iñigo, Ostaika, Alberto…); Fourth, it was my first assignment for Rockzone Magazine.


I started writing for Rockzone in June, and since then I’ve been doing some homework reviewing albums and shows until I was assigned my first interview to Dave Wyndorf, of Monster Magnet, and I’ve been doing few more in the last 3 months.

I love music and writing, so you can imagine the possibility of combining these two passions is a blast. Again I have to thank Jordi and Richard for the support and trust.


I’ve always expressed how lucky I am for having the friends I have, and the meaning of this highlight is not making any favoritism, but I feel like celebrating my friendship with these two people, who are so important and dear to me.

On one hand I’m supper happy of Tani coming back to my life in a solid way. I’m positive there won’t be more distance between us, and it’s great to have the funniest chick in the world (apart from me, heh) by my side. Every minute we’ve spent together has been top quality and I know there are many more to come.

tani and toi

As for Jaume, my first internet friend, my best supporter and my best confidant, his life’s changed quite much this year, and I only hope I have supported him enough. Truth is that such change has also strengthened our friendship one step beyond. Cubism, gossip, movies at The Hellhouse and many nights of fun. For many years!


It’s been a very busy year with sessions almost every month at different venues: Psycho Club, Hey Ho! Bar, Es Xibiu tapas bar, La Caja Tonta and La Ley Seca in Zaragoza, and the most remarkable event, with Veronica, as guest djs at Siberia Festival in Vitoria.


Playlists I post here are becoming  popular and the crew seem to be pleased, and as for myself, I’m getting more comfortable and confident with the sessions. Very proud, to be honest.


I’m especially pleased with the current relationship with my father. We can have different points of view, argue, and get pissed off with each other, but I reckon we’ve never been so well as nowadays. Perhaps certain circumstances have encouraged the closeness of it, and I regard it as something very positive.

We still got some Japanese beers pending at the basement. I remember, Randy.


I feel lucky for being able to attend another show of the old man, with Crazy Horse. You never know when it’ll be the last chance, so whenever it’s possible I’ll move wherever to see him. The show was neat and beautiful, the place, wonderful, and the experience unforgettable.


As weird as it might sound, Fun Lovin’ Criminals’ singer, Huey, has managed to cheer me up every day thanks to his philosophy quotes, his jams of the day, his replies on Twitter, and his show on BBC6 Music. I’m positive I’ll meet him in person in the future, and I hope that future comes soon. #jeah!

Huey Morgan


Again, they must be included as a highlight. The ARF forum, Facebook, Twitter and this blog, have allowed me to get to know very interesting people, get closer to artists I admire and be in touch with people living far away. How can anyone hate internet?


I only hope 2014 is a bit more positive, or at least steadier, that these last ones, with no extreme ups n’ downs. There are cool events ahead which make me feel optimistic at this moment but you can never trust Fate whims, right? Let’s see what happens… I got my fingers crossed.


It’s taking me too long to assimilate what I witnessed at Les Arenes in Nîmes last Wednesday, but I guess it’s now or never the time for writing about the show Neil Young offered with Crazy Horse I attended. It was so special I don’t think I might be able to explain the experience properly, but I’ll try my best anyway.

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Personally I need to mention two remarkable facts related to the date the concert was held. On one hand that very same date 3 years ago something happened which meant the release from the heaviest burden I’ve ever carried. It was painful and terrible in the beginning, but after the inevitably mourning season, and the period of self catharsis, I learnt to understand that was for the best, thus it’s better to remember this date as a sort of celebration of freedom.

 On the other hand, and closely related to the show,  a date, July the 19th 1996, when I first time saw Neil Young at a festival in the UK named Phoenix, located in Stradford-Upon-Avon, Shakespeare’s birthplace. Seems it was yesterday when I spent more than 2 hours on my own marveled by the show, in a moment I was only acquainted with a couple of Young’s songs. How could I imagine almost 20 years later I’d be in the same situation?

At the end of 2012, after the release of Psychedelic Pill, tour dates with Crazy Horse in Europe were announced, and of course, following the latest trend, no Spanish city was scheduled. It was this guy I’m acquainted with, who started commenting he had just purchased a ticket for the French city. To be honest I’m not very good at geography, thus I didn’t think of it as a possibility , but the truth is that 450-500km by car do not seem so hard if you can arrange a comfy trip. I actually got my ticket on Xmas as a self present, not sure how I’d organize for a trip to a not very common destination as Nîmes.

7 months passed and finally there was this mini bus departing from Girona, packed with 25 Young’s diehard fans. Some had seen him abroad, others at Primavera Sound in 2009 but there were many who hadn’t had the chance to attend one of his shows in the past. The atmosphere during the journey was amazing, and as we were getting closer to our destination, the soundtrack just focused on our heroes.

I can’t recall when was the last time I joined an organized coach trip to attend a show. The most memorable was the first, to see GN’R in 1993, for obvious reasons. One of the best experiences in my life. This time it was different. I had seen uncle Neil a couple of times already, and joining this expedition had to do more with a matter of need rather than for pleasure, as I wasn’t very close to anyone, even though I had some acquaintances. It was positive after all because everyone’s motivation was the Canadian with Crazy Horse, and I’m very grateful to the guys who made spend their time in arranging everything for giving me the possibility to join them. Everything was fantastic.

The place where the concert took place was an ancient bullfighting square, Les Arenes. Quite beautiful and magnificent even though I’m not very pro bullfighting as you can imagine. Spain is divided on this regard, with supporters defending it as a traditional art part of our national culture, and haters considering it a major exhibition of animal brutality.

Anyway, when we arrived it was raining and this place was open air. For a while we were scared this might ruin the whole show, but fortunately the forces of nature favorite us, and eventually it quit, leaving a terrible almost unbearable warm humidity.

Never been into Patti Smith at all, in fact I’d say I’ve never liked her. In essence I’ve always thought of one of these artists belonging to a generation which succeeded in times of social and political instability becoming some sort of symbol for freedom and vindication against the establishment. What remains from those times? Not much but a bunch of songs, memorable performances  and lots of imagery.

I still remember reading Smith’s declarations when Pope Francis was sworn in, saying she’d been praying and cried out of happiness when Francis was the name chosen. WTF? Really.

patti smith

Anyway, I was expecting a boring show but it turn out to be just the opposite. The old lady is definitely a pro, hers is a proper rock show, her band was quite fine, and the 75 minute set list, of course including her major hits, Dancing Barefoot, April Fool, Because the Night and People Have the Power, was a very intense one. She is a great front woman and a very expressive performer, who didn’t forget about Amy Winehouse when introducing This is the Girl, or Edward Snowden (Edward Snowden where are you? With your clings and arrows…WTF!), but went too far dedicating a song to Manolete, the bullfighter, and praising the wonders of the noble art of man vs bull. At the end of the day, everybody surrenders to the folklore of bullfighting…still she managed to divert the audience’s attention to Pissing in the River and Banga, which were fantastic. The final medley of Land with Gloria for closing the show drove Les Arenes nuts, with everybody dancing and singing. Hats Off to Patti Smith!!! I swallow my words.

In barely 15 minutes the stage was ready for Neil and Crazy Horse. You should have seen 20 people setting everything ready restless and perfectly organized. I’ve seldom witnessed such fast change of bands on stage, with all the gear, amps, floor covers, techs…impressive.

French people are very impatient. You might regard this as a negative generalization, but it’s just the opposite. They’re not used to wait and love punctuality in shows and other public events. Thus, a bit of buzz was enough for the band coming to stage.

They were occupying a small part of a not very huge stage., very close to each other as if rehearsing. Despite his grumpy face, Neil seemed to be enjoying the show and the company of his old mates. Love and Only Love of Ragged Glory and Powderfinger of Rust Never Sleeps were the two classic songs chosen as the starters of what was to become a memorable night.

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Psychedelic Pill was to introduce the self title album to be followed by Walk Like a Giant, which wass the first song to blow our heads. The days after I found myself whistling the melody all the time. it was amazing. After Young’s distortion minutes simulating some sort of hurricane or storm, a radical change in rhythm came with a more acoustic set, including Hey Hey My My, a cover of Blowing in the Wind, Heart of GoldComes a Time…Their last album was very present, they also played Ramada Inn, but still they managed to recover some classic  songs. Unfortunately being such a prolific discography, it was impossible to cover all the songs we’d all love to hear, but still, listening again to Cinnamon Girl, the overwhelming anthem Rockin’ in the Free World or Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere, was a pleasure and a very touching experience.

I’ve been thinking about this show quite often these past days. It was definitely worth attending, and I’m glad about doing it by myself, so to speak. I was surrounded by people I was acquainted with, but at the end of the day I was on my own enjoying this show at 100% with no distractions. I’d dare to say everybody was in the same situation, completely charmed by the music, the unique voice of Neil, the harp and acoustic guitar, and that sublime distorted guitar he masterly plays.

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If you get the chance to see them, please do not hesitate doing it for a sec. I swear this is worth living.



It’s weird I’m not talking about great Neil Young very often considering the relevance of this artist in my life.

I’m pretty sure I told you about how I got acquainted with this legend thanks to Pearl Jam and MTV in 1990’s and how lucky I was to see him at Phoenix Festival in Stradford-Upon-Avon in 1996, completely by chance. I’ll tell you about that show soon.

Nevertheless, my love for uncle Neil wasn’t settled for long time due to external obsessions and pressures. The artist finally won my heart, after certain love/hate struggle, in 2007 more or less.

 For long time I used to think Zuma was my favorite album of Young’s. Then I changed my mind when I discover After The Gold Rush. And finally On the Beach got me crazy. These 3 albums no doubt would be in my top 5 list of albums recorded by the Canadian.

Nevertheless, only one has to be given the credit of acting as a lifesaver two years and a half ago, when my former life collapsed and I needed strength and support to put myself together and raise from my ashes as The Phoenix. My  musical lifesaver was named After the Gold Rush.

This album made me realize about the amazing talent uncle Neil has at the time of writing about the most common human kind emotional status providing them of a beauty very few can. He’s able to express what we all think and want to express sometimes, but we can’t, with a melody and with an overwhelming simplicity.

Uppers and downers, checking the titles of the songs in the tracklist, you can guess what they’re about: Only Love Can Break Your Heart (so true), Don’t Let It Bring You Down, When You Dance I Can Really Love, I Believe In You, Oh Lonesome Me…

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 After The Gold Rush is not one of his roughest albums, there’s not so much distortion, and acoustic guitars, piano and masterly played harps dominate, however the intensity of songs such as Southern Man, enhanced by powerful backing vocals, in this unique style in which I’d also include earlier Down By The River (1969) and CSNY’s Ohio (June 1970), sort of concerned songs with a social message, works as good as a fully distorted guitar theme.

How many tears I’ve poured while listening Don’t Let It Bring You Down, yet how much strength this song has provided me… I only know. Sometimes when I feel blue I play it, as a sort of therapy, and keep repeating “And you will come along”. I always feel better when I do it.

The end of this rough year made me come back to this classic, and I’m glad I finished 2012 listening to After The Gold Rush, as a reminder of how bad times can be overcome and left behind, to move forward to enjoy better times.

ON 12/12/12 HERE IS MY TOP 12 OF 2012


This is the first time I’m publishing a top list of my favorite albums of the year and I’m pretty stoked. Even though I’m passionate for music, for many years I adopted a vey comfy position in which there was someone doing the hard work of pre-listening and filtering new stuff on my behalf, thus only what  he enjoyed reached me. Yeah, I became lazy and detached from current musical updates at that time.

But here I am, posting my top 12 of this weird year, which has been excellent in terms of music, and disastrous in general. I must admit I’m proud for behaving as the good girl I really am, doing my musical homework and paying attention to new album releases.

Of course it’s impossible to cover all of them, especially when I take my time in analyzing the albums, going on them with the intensity required. And it’s a classic that, right after choosing my favorite albums, I discover a new one that blows my mind, but cannot be added to the list. Guess this is the greatness of music, you can enjoy it any time, no matter how much late you are. it will always be there.

Let’s get started, otherwise it will be the 13th and this top 12 won’t make sense anymore.

Most of the albums have been the album of the week at some point this year, or due to the expectations I had, commented as soon as they were available, as an exceptional event, and theres’s one in particular which had to be mentioned apart, because it doesn’t fit into what I usually consume.

I’m very pleased with the variety of styles and sounds in the list, once again confirming it doesn’t matter I’m growing old and relaxing, I can enjoy metal sounds same as folkie one, and I find that quite enriching for both mind, soul and ears.


Thus in no particular order I will refer to my top 12 of 2012. There we go!


What can I say at this point I haven’t told already? On week 12 I was telling you about my crush on Brad Smith’s project, and one month ago I was telling you my experience enjoying their half acoustic show, and how adorable Blind Melon’s bass player was.

I foresaw this album was being here, because not many albums make my heart pound in such way as Death & Joy does.



One of the greatest surprise of the year which started when I was assigned the review of this album. On a random Sunday afternoon, in hangover conditions, I receive a wake of punches right in my face in the shape of songs performed by this band. Raw, powerful and overwhelming.




Several friends are devoted fans of this unknown band here in Spain, and I had been told about the charisma of the leader of the band, Ben Nichols. Songs about work, women, broken hearts and booze, and a catchy opening song, On My Way Downtown, which makes you feel the urge of having a beer at a bar.



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 Wow! I ADORE this album. Straight to the top 5. Lanegan has gone beyond himself with this album.  I got obsessed about this album for 2 weeks or more, and I still listen to it compulsively. One of these albums that the more you listen the more you love them and discover tiny new elements with each listening. So fuckin’ great!



Finally the genius went solo, after delivering outstanding stuff with his different projects, and released this magnificent album I’ve been enjoying so much. It was the final proof to show the world he’s far from the hype and possesses a great deal of talent. Perfection would be mentioned here if the show he offered with the female band would have been more passionate rather than so “cool” looking.



Allow me not to extend much in explanations and check my previous post. Solid, powerful, rockin’, this is the exact dose of music you need for headbanging to the max. Very glad this album has been praised by both critics and people, and proud my “guys” have reached so far. BRAVO




This is one of the exceptions as it hasn’t been included YET in the albums of the week. One of the reasons is because I was encouraged to listen to this album after purchasing Loteria on the record store day and recovering Metallic I.O.U. The truth is that the most New Yorker band in L.A, real street bad asses led by Bryan Small, have again delivered an intense album full of booze, drugs, filth and broken hearts, and Homesick Blues is damn awesome.


I know, this is close to be a dealbreaker, and coulf be named as the guilty pleasure of the year too. I made public I had surrendered to the hype, and I’m still hooked to Born To Die, something which scares me somehow, because I don’t think what Lana del Rey might offer us, can keep the same level.



 I wrote about this album when the band, days before the worldwide release, allowed the fans to listen to the album online. I literally devoured it and felt in love right away. The guys from New Brunswick are about to jump into the mainstream thanks to this wonderful album, which shows a noticeable evolution and improvement, and personally speaking, I love they are capable of gathering new and older generations at venues for attending the shows. They bring youth to the adults, and transmit old school values to the youngsters. Their story telling is sublime.



Thanks to a friend who invited me to attend the show they offered in Barcelona one month ago I discovered a wonderful band which, wrongly following my name instincts, I had completely ignored. After 30 seconds of the opening song, I knew that, what I was about to discover was different and classy. Amazing album and excellent live performance.



Americana was a bunch of revisited covers after all, it was compulsory uncle Neil and his pals ended jamming eventually, because this is what Psychedelic Pill is about, a reunion of good old friends grabbing their instruments and recovering the spirit of Harvest playing in the barn. Two words must be pronounced which will sum up the concept of the album: RAMADA INN. Greatness!



a different kind of truth

You just wouldn’t believe what just happened here. I’ve just changed my last album at the very last minute, finally choosing hard rock over power pop, and leaving Redd Kross out of the list.

This is a surprise, even to me, but this is how I feel at 22:52h. It took me ages to listen to this album, in fact I got it less than a month ago, no matter that many friends insisting I’d love it, I felt lazy thinking it wouldn’t be worth it. The insistence of Felix and my soul bro, together with Xavi aka the deal hunter, made me push the button and start moving my ass right away. If there’s a song which drives me crazy, reminding me of wild 1984, VH personal favorite, no doubt is Bullethead. The return of Van Halen with David Lee Roth is one of the greatest #dealmakers of the decade.

Once this list has been done, I have to mention those albums which are following very close and deserve my love, respect and credit. Here they are:

– Redd Kross – Researching the Sun

– Chris Robinson Brotherhood – Magic Door

– Pulled Apart By Horses – Tough Love

– The Avett Brothers – Carpenter

What a year friends! Rough and harsh in many aspects, thanks to the amazing releases I’ve been gifted with, I’ve managed to approach the end better than expected. At the end of the day, same thought comes to mind, and I sigh in relief glad to be aware that music, not only has saved my life, but also has given me the one I’m currently living, and I feel grateful and merry.

Keep on rockin’ dears!


I’m sorry for not updating these days, but i’m working on all the posts related to the Film Festival I atended last week. I finally watched 9 films I’m reviewing little by little for Popcorn and Movies. I told you I wanted to recover and update it regularly again.

Probably some of you are already aware of the release of the last album of Neil Young and Crazy Horse, Psychedelic Pill, at the end of this month. If you weren’t, now you know 😉

Last week, the first official video of the single Ramada Inn was launched. I think I listened to it about 3-4 times straight. 17 minutes of trip, absolutely recommendable.

My main e-mail account receives lots of newletters from film, music, photography and magazine sites. I have to admit I don’t read most of them, otherwise I’d be hooked reading all the time, and usually depending on the subject I choose to read them or not. I recently subscribed to a magazine I saw a friend of mine usually share links from, so I decided to give it a chance. This magazine is a bitch as it’s unclear on its contents in the newsletters, thus I’m checking them all out.

There was a full set of Neil Young and Crazy Horse at Austin City Limits Music Festival available, which I’m listening to right now, and it confirms the axiom he’s been singing about for so many years

Rock n’ Roll Will Never Die

Yeah, he might be getting old, that’s the law, but friends, you gotta see and listen for yourselves, Neil Young and The Crazy Horse sound stunning. It doesn’t matter whether they are playing old or new stuff, the neat backing vocals and double melodies, the intensity of Young’s heartfelt singing, the raw sound of his distorted guitar… there are passages of the show which are overwhelming.

Not sure whether they’ll tour Europe next year, some say it’s possible, and others talk about the rumour of Young being too tired. I don’t know what to think, I can only cross my fingers and pray, to the Harvest Moon maybe, for a visit.

As for this performance, the chemistry among Young and the Horses remains intact, and they’re perfectly fit for touring or conquering the world.

I’m very excited for the upcoming album, and for any future events. It’s great feeling his presence and noticing his activity on the newsfeed. Yeah, I’m very glad!

So, here you are Neil Young at ACL, I don’t think you’ll be disappointed

** Actually is not the full set, it’s cut during Fuckin’ Up (pity! nchst!)


Early this year, there were some rumors related to Neil Young and a 2012 Summer European Tour, which were quickly silenced with the confirmation of an upcoming album, the 34th of the artist, with the collaboration of the band Crazy Horse.

This was great news for two reasons, on one hand, I’m always glad the Canadian keeps on recording, no matter the results are. I have to admit I’ve never got hooked to Le Noise, but I love Chrome Dreams II and Fork in the Road. And second, after many many years recording solo, he gathered Crazy Horse for a new album, which hopefully in the future will imply a world tour together.

After so many years Young is still capable of shocking the world with his projects, this time recovering Traditional American folk standards, songs supposedly learn from kindergarten, by emphasizing the true message of each of them, death and struggle, hidden in dark verses almost reduced to none, remaining much lighter versions of them. The painful birth of a nation everybody is aware of, but seems that it’s necessary some kind of reminder and Young decides to go on with such task.

Let’s imagine for a moment, you’re Ralph Molina, Billy Talbot or Poncho Sampedro and receive a phone call from Young, summoning you up for playing and recording after so many years, and once you’re there he explains what he’s got in mind. The picture I have in mind is these people with a huge WTF expression in their faces, but also think it’s hard to say NO to a genius, thus, the picture goes one with these musicians nodding and occupying their positions ready to play.

The truth is that they got it, they got this chemistry together, which makes that whatever they play, turns into something cool. Or at least that’s what I think. I like Americana, all these standards adapted to a style and rough sound, as if they had been written by Young himself, providing them of an entity and a genuine flavor, which is what makes Young kind of King Midas, in a good sense.

Americana’s sound is rough, inaccurate, and messy…but on the other hand, I think the lack of production and amendments with hundreds of layers, help this album to be more honest and straight to the listener. Length of songs might seem too extended, but it makes sense as to develop those so typical guitar solos of Young. It’s not a live album, yet  it reminds of one.

Let’s say, either you love Americana or you hate it, there’s no grey scale to be applied here. Probably I’m not objective anymore, that’s why I like it despite its mistakes, and rhythm fails. Now I only want Neil Young & Crazy Horse to visit Europe on tour, something that apparently will happen by the end of the year or early 2013. Can’t wait!


A couple of months ago I told you about the event of the year, the wedding of my great friends Artie and Mayra, which turned to be one of the coolest parties ever.

There was a pending issue since then, related to the wedding present. I advanced you in order not to ruin the surprise and being aware that Artie is a regular reader of Since My Baby Left Me, I had to keep the secret until I was back in Madrid.

As you can imagine, as soon as I landed, my sista was picking me up and we headed towards our friends’ house.

You have to understand all the parties involved were in a state of excitement. We knew was the present was, but had only seen it through this pic, and the couple hadn’t the slightest clue about what the handmade present could me.

Not sure whether you’re familiarized with Neil Young’s album covers, this kind of scarecrow belongs to one of the most beautiful albums ever, Harvest Moon, released 20 years ago. Best thing is that all people involved in this present love this album. God bless this coincidence.

Weddings have become such a difficult and expensive event, at the end of the day most of guests give money to the couples as a present, so they can cover the reception expenses. I’m sorry but I don’t like it this way, once again my romanticism is reconfirmed, if you are someone I really love, a close friend, my philosophy will keep me from transferring money to a bank account. I want you to have something which, on one hand, reminds you of a wedding, and on the other, of myself.

I counted of Agnès and Kiko for looking for something special and different, and soon I had one of the best ideas ever.

I got acquainted with Bryn Perrot, aka Deerjerk, via Instagram, more or less a year ago, and was impressed with her captures of the wood carved pieces she was working on. Not only for being something new, but what I was impressed the most was with all the imagery and symbolism pervaded.

I had first contacted the artist, who lives in Morgantown, West Virginia, last November, in order to ask for some information regarding her pieces, you know, fares, catalogue, size of pieces… and Bryn confirmed she works on commission, which turns any of her pieces into something completely exclusive and unique, that of 1/1 limited edition.

While thinking of what the wedding present should be, we received the invitation for the reception, which included some verse lines belonging to Neil Young’s song Harvest Moon, one of my personal favorite, by the way.

When we were strangers I watched you from afar

When we were lovers I loved you with all my heart

I’ve always thought of Young to be a master in writing lyrics, being capable to put into words whatever we might feel, and build up the perfect tune for any situation.

Therefore I had it right in front of my eyes. They love Neil Young, we all love Neil Young, and Harvest Moon is also special, the piece had to be the front cover image.

I sent an email to my friends and they agreed right away, and then I had to contact Bryn to check whether this could be suitable for her. I was staying in Amsterdam those days, it was early February, and internet connection was super limited, yet I could arrange everything and go ahead with the plan.

It was at the end of February I woke up and while accomplishing my internet routines, I saw Bryn had started with the piece. Aaaah, so exciting! We wanted to see the final result, and the three of us were nervous.

The rest was all history. Everything was finished and sent on time, but parcel was blocked by Customs authorities and it had to undergo certain shitty bureaucratic procedure, which in Spain takes ages due to lack of efficiency and proactiveness, so the piece was unfortunately released just two days after the wedding. Such a pity!

Well, it wasn’t so bad after all as I was obliged to travel to Madrid eventually, to give the present, and now I’m spending a wonderful week here enjoying great weather and wonderful friends, thus, I only hope for Artie and Mayra it was worth the waiting. To be honest, I’m very proud of this present, because, regardless this might sound too cakey, it came from our hearts.

I will write a post talking about Bryn Perrot very soon, in fact, want to haver interviewed, in the meantime, if you want to be amused by her awesome talent, you chan have a look here She’s fantastic!

One more remark, did anyone notice Neil Young has been on the header of this blog for a couple of months too? hahahaha