Yeah, yeah, yeah... Long time no read, I know. Loads of news, but since this is not my Dear diary, I'm not updating anybody about my life. Wanna know any news? Ask me. Period.
Actually, what has driven me to updating my blog was just PMT and my mother. And the fact that I am reading High Fidelity - a book that makes you want to go around creating Top 5 lists.
So, here goes the first, in a teenage tone.
TOP 5 MOST IRRITATING THINGS A MOTHER DOES:
==> Always having a nasty comment about your weight.
==> Always knowing the right moment to utter that: when your self-steem is at the lowest.
==> Always giving that I-told-you-so look when things go wrong - your diet included.
==> Always having something 'alternative' to take: juices with lettuce, homeopathy, good vibrations and crap like that.
==> Never complimenting in a clear way. When doing so, making sure it sounds like an offence.
There, I made my first High Fidelity list. I'm only half way through the book, hence there will be more lists. Hopefully made by a better mooded writer.
Cheers.
Soundtrack: the title of this post, by John Wesley Harding
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19/05/2008
It was a long time ago, longer now than it seems...
Well, I think the last rock festival I went was in 1996, if I'm not wrong. I used to love festivals! All day long just seeing a hundred thousand bands playing, sometimes bands that you don't even care, but very important to the history of rock.
And last Saturday I just went back to that wonderful part of my teenage years:
Presenting 2 stages and no break metal on your head since 2 p.m., Maquinaria brought bands only reaaaally metal people like. The organization was perfect, even the bathrooms were clear and supplied with toilet paper! Incredible!
And it tough me some lessons:
1. Headbanging is for people who don't need to work in front of a computer on the day after. I'm writing this post under the effect of muscle relaxing pills, such pain I'm feeling.
2. Jumping for hours is for athletes, not for mere English professionals. I just can't climb a single stair.
3. Screaming imitating metal singers is only for those who don't care about their throat.
4. Old rockers with painted face on the stage talking about zombies, gulls, and monsters RULES!
5. Sepultura is the proof that noise can be technical.
And last but not least, a very important piece of advice:
- If you do like music, if its essential to your life, you just CAN'T die without seeing 2 "things" alive: a Philharmonic Orchestra and Sepultura. Both are more than just musicians playing, they are living organisms on the stage and they touch your guts with their music. In different ways, of course.
And last Saturday I just went back to that wonderful part of my teenage years:
Presenting 2 stages and no break metal on your head since 2 p.m., Maquinaria brought bands only reaaaally metal people like. The organization was perfect, even the bathrooms were clear and supplied with toilet paper! Incredible!
And it tough me some lessons:
1. Headbanging is for people who don't need to work in front of a computer on the day after. I'm writing this post under the effect of muscle relaxing pills, such pain I'm feeling.
2. Jumping for hours is for athletes, not for mere English professionals. I just can't climb a single stair.
3. Screaming imitating metal singers is only for those who don't care about their throat.
4. Old rockers with painted face on the stage talking about zombies, gulls, and monsters RULES!
5. Sepultura is the proof that noise can be technical.
And last but not least, a very important piece of advice:
- If you do like music, if its essential to your life, you just CAN'T die without seeing 2 "things" alive: a Philharmonic Orchestra and Sepultura. Both are more than just musicians playing, they are living organisms on the stage and they touch your guts with their music. In different ways, of course.
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