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After enjoying an amazing and one of the funniest weekends, mainly thanks to my soul sista Agnès, staying with me since Thursday night, it was time for going downhill. Considering the past state close to euphoria, I guess it’s not so weird.

It’s not that we’ve partied as hard as other times, but activities have been great, both deep and superficial endless chats very nice, and companion couldn’t be better. My belly is very stiff for so much laughing.

Sundays aren’t as bad as Mondays for obvious reasons, yet they’re quite depressing, especially when you’ve been enjoying such great moments the days before, and it like “shit, tomorrow I gotta work”, no matter that at the end of the day, weekly routines are essential for keeping the right track, or at least they help me being focused.

In order to face these low times, yet not being in the mood for doing much or going out either, the two antidepressant devices at hand were music and movies.

First thing in the morning right after preparing coffee was playing something. I’ve realized, vinyls are the best option when you don’t really have to do anything else, so you stay concentrated on what you listen and in changing sides of the albums.

This was my choice for the day, not super kicking ass nor depressing either, but to cheer myself up:

–          SO ALONE – JOHNNY THUNDERS: I really like this guy. He was a total waste of guy, yet a genius. This punk junkie was able to transmit love or a heartbroken state with such rage and harshness, I used to call him the tender junkie. This album contains such hits, starting from Can’t Put Your Arms Around A Memory, I think I’ll write a post just to talk about Thunders, So Alone, LAMF, and everything this guy did for music. 

–          THE 59’ SOUND – THE GASLIGHT ANTHEM: at this point I’ve talked enough about this album and this band, if you don’t feel like giving them an opportunity, in case you’re a music lover, at some point you’ll regret not having followed my advice. They’ll be here in two months…it’s up to you. 

–          DAMN THE TORPEDOES – TOM PETTY & THE HEARTBREAKERS: I must admit I’m not an expert on this guy, but this is not any obstacle for loving him. I really do, and sooner rather than later will dive into his discography more intensely. Here comes my girl or Louisiana Rain sound heavenly to me. 

–          NOT FAKIN’ IT – MICHAEL MONROE – no doubt this is his best solo album, and it’s a punch in your face. A friend gave me the CD for my birthday many years ago and I had an instant crash on it. Monroe is rock n’ roll to the max, energy, rage and power, if you listen to this and are not able to cheer up, you don’t deserve being alive. I’m counting the days to see him again in Barcelona and Madrid, I know for sure, the blond crazy Finnish, is gonna leave everyone wide open-mouthed. 

–          LIVE IN JAPAN – THE RUNAWAYS: these girls rocked. Remember I told you about their first album? Ok, this live album is a compilation of their first albums, released due to their major success in Japan, so you can imagine, hit after hit after motherfuckin’ hit. 

In the afternoon, I was meant to meet people, but was completely wasted, so decided to watch movies. I’ve been lent few, so I started with Shyamalan’s The Village, after some friends insisted I had to give it another chance.

When reviewing movies for Popcorn and Movies, I already expressed that I don’t like his movies, and now I reckon I haven’t changed my mind. Probably Unbreakable it’s the only one I’d say is bearable. The Village was boring and predictable.

Feeling that I wasn’t in the mood for drama, my choice changed completely and went straight forward the classics: Back to the Future!!! Cannot describe the amazing pleasure of seeing Calvin Marty Klein sweating by the harassment suffered by his own mother once again…I love these movies you can see on your own and enjoy them, laughing out loud. Doesn’t matter you’ve seen it thousands of times, you always discover details and things you had missed before. Personal favorite: the chasing scene with the skateboard. Simply love it!

Foxy Brown was to close the session. Pam Grier at her most is something worth seeing. She’s just too much, sexy and aggressive, with so many outfits and hairdo’s. Blaxploitation is so much fun…music, hilarious dialogues, explicit content, and always about pimps, drugs, prostitution…Ace!!!

And now it’s Monday afternoon. I was meant to post this yesterday but passed away on my couch…shit! Today my neck is in pain.

What seemed to be a horrible day, has ended up being half shit. Not much work at the office, plus half of the country is on holidays…we’ve been sent home earlier. That’s great news but it’s raining…  😦

Let’s see how the rest of the week goes…wish you a good one, by the way. 


This week I’ve been organizing my music stuff at home. I’ve realized many CD’s are missing and am a bit worried about not recovering them back, not many whereabouts, just my ex-house and unlikely a friend’s I stayed at for a while, so the options are quite tight. Let’s get fingers crossed for my sake!

Anyway, this week I’ve checking on stuff I got a bit forgotten, and cannot stop listening to The Runaways’ debut album, self titled.

These girls were absolutely wild, and a total inspiration for the female side of rock: they played great, lyrics and riffs were powerful, and got attitude. Moreover, they used cowbell, yeah! It’s unbelievable they were just a bunch of nasty teenagers full of rage.

Everyone has heard Cherry Bomb, which is a damn kick ass hit, but songs such as Lovers, Is It Day or Night? Or American Nights, rule my world.

I bought this digipack edition in Japan and is super cool, like an exact copy of the original vinyl edition, gatefold, with the plastic envelope for the CD, and lyrics are apart, all included in a two sided sheet, not a very pleasant reading, though, characters are too small. In addition, the Japanese touch is there. A special sheet for lyrics in Jap characters, four sizes bigger than the original, and the OBI. I love it!

To understand a bit more about The Runaways, here you are a review written by another teenager, Lisa Francher,  for BOMP Magazine back in the day, I’ve particularly found very cool:

The Runaways are everything that’s great about teenage girls. The tough ones who never came to school because they were out too late the night before. It’s true, there have always been as many girl punks as boys. The Runaways are as real as getting beat up after school. Their songs, are about juvenile delinquent wrecks, sex, growing up wrong, and parties.

The white middle class suburbs were bound to have their outbreak of teen troublemakers, that’s The Runaways. Their roots are TV, hanging around and going to Hollywood on weekends because it’s the only thing to do after five days of school and partying. They make you hear the frustration of teenage life, and even more, the utter-bone-crunching boredom of nothing to do and nowhere to do it.

The Runaways aren’t just “an all-girl band” or an exercise in women’s lib. They’re a rock and roll band. They’re rock and roll. They’re for real.

A total declaration of principles which doesn’t need to be discussed. Now, let’s rock!