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Can’t believe it’s Friday at last! It’s been such a busy week and I’ve been doing so much extra time at the office I haven’t been able to write any single word. Don’t think I’m very happy about it, just the opposite. It’s quite frustrating when work overload absorbs you that much, free time is minimum and you’re so wasted your energy is reduced to none, so it’s impossible you get focused enough as to write a damn worth sentence.

Friday evening, in jammies already, I’ve said to myself I had to write something, not just for those following this blog (eternal thanks), but also because this is my therapy, my escape valve, and yes, my pride and joy.

On Wednesday I was so burnt out with my job I made it to The Quireboys show at the very last minute.

I wasn’t supposed to attend, considering the busy gig calendar scheduled for the next two months, and the fact that the show was on Wednesday really frightened me.

As the day of the show was getting closer I had this weird feeling of betrayal. I’m not a huge fan, in fact I only have an album I purchased quite recently, their outstanding debut A Little Bit of Fancy. I can’t remember the first time I saw them, but the truth is that every time they’ve played in town, I’ve never failed them, and they never disappointed me, their shows turning into a community party.

I joined a packed group of friends at this bar where Budweiser is sold cheaper than at any supermarket, so cheap everybody was feeling generous and buying beers to everyone. We all were in party mood. For real. And that’s what I needed.


I don’t feel the need of reviewing the show right now. If you are acquainted with this band, it’s not difficult to figure out The Quireboys didn’t miss any of their hits: Mona Lisa Smile, Sex Party, 7 O’Clock, Hey You…Their set list never fails.

I’d like to talk about a couple of things worth mentioning.

When I arrived at the bar, I was told that the drummer had quit the day before. WTF? How are they gonna play? I was frightened the gig was altered or the substitute drummer they had just hired wasn’t able to learn the songs properly. That fact almost made step backward, however the guy was a pro, the band members were marking parts and changing, and we didn’t notice anything weird. Spike, the singer, requested a big applause to the drummer after explaining this incident.

Funniest thing is that this wasn’t the only awkward situation the band was passing through. Spike told us he broke his leg recently. Again, WTF??? He was wearing these flared jeans so  we hadn’t noticed anything and, to tell you the truth, probably after some beers and some bourbon, the singer wasn’t in pain, as he was moving as if nothing happened. Awesome!

Thinking of these two incidents in depth I reached several conclusions:

  • Spike can be a drunk but he’s a pro. He’s good at singing, is a great performer, a funny frontman, and I reckon he loves his job, and manages to transmit this party mood to everyone.
  • PROFESSIONALISM. Those who attend shows quite often can recall some terrible performances caused by erratic behavior, tension among band mates, lack of focus, terrible sets, and awful playing due to drunkness or highness or just because.
  • A drummer leaving the band 24 hours before a tour implies a complete disaster. Many bands have cancelled dates due to illnesses or personal problems, and if cancellation was announced nobody would be surprised. However they went ahead, covering the vacancy with a drummer, likely to be close to the band, or so it was the general impression.
  •  Nothing can stop you if you want to rock. I’ve seen amazing efforts coming from people in the name of rock, and I’ve travelled and done crazy things to fulfill my passion. You can be injured, with flu, or just sick. If you want, you can.

It’s amazing something as simple as the performance of a band can be so inspiring and enlightening. This time it wasn’t just the party, the friends, the music and the hangover.

Just for this, I won’t question whether to attend or not a Quireboys show in the future, because they’ve earned the title of one of the most effective and reliable bands in the world. 100% guarantee seal!


And finally the event of the year, the rock n’ roll wedding day arrived. Artie, one of the funniest and most charming guys I know, and a rock expert, finally was abandoning the golden bachelors club to marry Mayra, his woman. It was impossible I was missing such moment, and the following party.

I’m not into weddings at all, in fact, last one I had attended was exactly 8 years ago. All this false etiquette, the compromise, the money transactions instead of gifts, and the exhibition of outfits…aren’t my thing.

When Artie announced me he was getting married half in secret,  and later on invited me to the event, I didn’t have any doubt whatsoever, he was gonna arrange something different and worth attending. It didn’t take me half second to accept the invitation, and probably in case he hadn’t told me anything I’d beg to be there.

One of the premises for the wedding, to ease any kind of pressure was that I could attend dressed as I pleased, but since it was a very special occasion I decided I’d do something different. I’d wear a dress. Thanks to Eulàlia, my personal adviser, and Verónica, always ready and willing to help, the quest for the dress was a very easy task, which saved me from going shopping, something that, some of you know, I hate.

The idea was that, although it was strapless gown cut dress, please, correct me if the description is wrong, I’d wear a cardigan, as I didn’t want to show my tattoos and I’m not comfy enough so uncovered, and of course, it’d be ridiculous to wear high heels considering I simply cannot walk with them, so instead, I chose my Chelsea boots.  Truth is that I loved the dress since the very beginning, and it suited me, in the way I am, perfectly. This is not the best picture, and I’d had some drinks already, but you can get an idea, and have a laugh if you feel like too.

Because Artie, and of course Mayra, is such a special person to me, one of these guys is not necessary 20 years friendship to love him, I really didn’t feel like just transferring money to their account, and started thinking of a present. I had an idea, and involved Kiko and Agnès, who were also invited to the reception. Unfortunately, right now it’s still impossible to reveal what the wedding present is, bearing in mind that Artie reads this blog from time to time. I just can say it’s a very special and unique craft, made under commission by an artist in West Virginia, and due to size and weight, the parcel was hold by Customs Authorities at the airport more than 2 weeks ago. Pity the item is finally being released this week, because our friends are in Seattle right now, in their honeymoon trip. Thus bringing the present to them, once they’re back, will be my next excuse to plan a getaway to Madrid. As if I needed to give explanations at this point. Ha! This will mean an extra post talking about the gift.

The wedding was designed to be different from the very beginning. First, the newlyweds had gone through all the standard marrying procedure one week before the party, thus they were super relaxed in such way, being able to focus on the party itself. Artie had prepared all the soundtrack for the so-called ceremony, led by one of his best friends in a very funny tone, with the bride’s best friend giving a very emotional and tender speech (I dropped some tears, I admit it), and Tigre (Tiger), the groom’s best mate, giving some hilarious advises so the couple would enjoy a pleasant life together.

Prior to the banquet, we were served appetizers at a beautiful saloon, but, most people endep up in the garden smoking. At this point gotta strongly remark that, despite the temptation was huuuuuuuuuge, I didn’t smoke at all.

The banquet was great, and my veggie menu was perfect. Gotta say I wasn’t the only eating outsider. Sergio, better known as Larry due to his strong resemblance with the NBA classic player Larry Bird, was in the same situation. It was a relief. No wedding cake, straight to the dessert and coffees, and finally to the best/worst moment in such events, the proper party.

Everybody got crazy with the two cocktail bartenders working nonstop preparing all these awesome flavoured mojitos, daiquiris, Bahama mammas… with all this performance as if they were Tom Cruise in Cocktail. I couldn’t stop laughing when I discovered one of the guys was injured in the forehead propably because hitting with a bottle or something. I know, I can be a bitch sometimes.

Music was improving as the night was advancing, so the eldest and the kids were leaving, to end up 40 people, completely drunk, dancing on the dance floor, all rock tunes we love so much. Air drums and guitars, people yelling Sweet Child of Mine lyrics as if there was no tomorrow, I did the spagat many times…believe me, it was insane!!!

It was an amazing experience. I met old acquaintances, new people, the couple were super attentive and tender, we drank, eat, laugh and danced, and everything happened in such a good vibe with everybody so relaxed, March 23rd will be a date we’ll never forget.

After my experience, many questions arise. Why weddings can’t be like this one? Why the newlyweds have such a stressing time and never have fun, with the exception of my friends? Why rock cannot be played?

C’mon! I want to attend more wedding receptions where I can listen songs like this!

Artie, Mayra, hope everything flows at its finest for the two of you, and we can celebrate your wedding anniversary until we can only dance with our walkers, and syrup is the strongest drink we can tolerate. I love you guys, you are too cool!