Le tengo miedo al fuego. No puedo acercarme a una estufa y menos prender un encendedor. Por lo mismo, cuando hay encendedores cerca pienso en dos cosas: CORRREEEEE!!! y en como adquiero cáncer pulmonar de manera pasiva.
Es decir, pienso que los encendedores son objetos altamente peligrosos que deberían ser prohibidos y restringidos a uso en áreas donde no haya personas en al menos 3 kilómetros a la redonda.
No obstante, el concierto de ayer de The Cure me hizo cambiar de parecer (un poco). Ver a tantas personas prendiendo sus fuegos portátiles al ritmo de la bateria, me hizo sonreír. Fue una experiencia fantástica. Hace mucho que no veía tanta unidad en un público (desde UnderOath).
Aunque no pienso prender ningún encendedor pronto, ya minímo pensaré en el concierto de Mr. Smith antes del CORRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
Y en cuanto pueda pasar mis grabaciones del concert, veré la manera de regalarlas por este medio.
PD. Tíralo, perraa!!!
octubre 22, 2007
octubre 11, 2007
The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky
Hay libros para todo. "And when they say every flavor, they mean EVERY flavor." Nada más revisen algunos anuncios de Gandhi y verán que es cierto. Libros de superación personal, de aventuras, de cocina, libros como The Zombie Survival Guide... o el de Yordi Rosado XD.
Gracias a Mariana, conocí un libro que me marcó, además de traerme recuerdos de las semanas más felices de mi vida, logra poner en palabras sentimientos que he tenido que no sabía describir. No es un libro emo, más bien, es post-emo... hay más en la vida.
La verdad es que arruinaría la inocente belleza del libro si sigo hablando de él. Así que mejor les dejó un fragmento de mi capítulo favorito.
October 28, 1991
[...]
There is a feeling that I had Friday night after the homecoming game that I don't know if I will ever be able to describe except to say that it is warm. Sam and Patrick drove me to the party thta night, and I sat in the middle of Sam's pickup truck. Sam loves her pickup truck because I think it reminds her of her dad. The feeling I had happened when Sam told Patrick to find a station on the radio. And he kept getting commercials. And commercials. And a really bad song about love that had the word "baby" in it. And the more commercials. And finally he found this really amazing song about this boy, and we all got quiet.
Sam tapped her hand on the steering wheel. Patrick held his hand outside the care and made air waves. And I just sat between them. After the song finished, I said something.
"I feel infinite."
And Sam and Patrick looked at me like I said the greatest thing they ever heard. Because the song was that great and because we all really paid attention to it. Five minutes of a lifetime were truly spent, and we felt young in a good way. I have since bought the record, and I would tell you what it was, but truthfully, it's not the same unless you're driving to your first real party, and you're sitting in the middle seat of a pickup with two nice people when it starts to rain.
We got to the house where the party was, and Patrick did this secret knock. It would be hard to describe to you this knock without sound. The door opened a crack, and this guy with frizzy hair looked out at us.
"Patrick known as Patty known as Nothing?"
"Bob"
The door opened, and the old friends hugged each other. Then, Sam and Bob hugged each other. Then, Sam spoke.
"This is our friend, Charlie."
And you won't believe it. Bob hugged me! Sam told me as we were hanging up our coats that Bob was "baked like a fucking cake." I really had to quote that one even though it has a swear.
The party was in the basement of this house. The room was quite smoky, and the kids were much older. There were two girls showing each other their tattoos and belly button rings. Seniors, I think.
This guy named Fritz something was eating a lot of Twinkies. Fritz's girlfriend was talking to him about women's rights, and he kept saying, "I know, baby".
Sam and Patrick started smoking cigarettes. Bob went up to the kitchen when he heard the bell ring. When he came back, he brought a can of Milwaukee's Best beer for everyone, as well as two new party guests. There was Maggie, who needed to use the bathroom. And there was Brad, the quarterback of the high school football team. No kidding!
I do not know why this excited me, but I guess when you see somebody in the hallway or on the field or something, it's nice to know that they are a real person.
Everyone was very friendly to me and asked me a lot of questions about myself. I guess because I was the youngest, and they didn't want me to feel out of place, especially after I said no to having a beer. I once had a beer with my brother when I was twelve, and I just didn't like it. It's really that simple for me.
Some of the questions I was asked was what grade I was in and what did I want to be when I grow up.
"I am a freshman, and I don't know just yet."
I looked around, and I saw that Sam and Patrick had left with Brad. That's when Bob started passing around food.
"Would you like a brownie?"
"Yes. Thank you."
I was actually quite hungry because normally Sam and Patrick take me to Big Boy after the football games, and I guess I was used to it by now. I ate the brownie, and it tasted a little weird, but it was still a brownie, so I still liked it. But this was not an ordinary brownie. Since you are older, I think you know what kind of brownie it was.
After thirty minutes, the room started to slip away from me. I was talking to one of the girls with the belly button ring, and she seemed like she was in a movie. I started blinking a lot and looking around, and the music sounded heavy like water.
Sam came down and when she saw me, she turned to Bob.
"What the hell is your problem?"
"Come on, Sam. He likes it. Ask him."
"How do you fell, Charlie?"
"Light."
"You see?" Bob actually looked a little nervous, which I was later told was paranoia.
Sam sat down next to me and held my hand, which felt cool.
"Are you seeing anything, Charlie?"
"Light."
"Does it feel good?"
"Uh-huh."
"Are you thirsty?"
"Uh-huh."
"What would you like to drink?"
"A milkshake."
And everyone in the room, except Sam, erupted in laughter.
"He's stoned."
"Are you hungry, Charlie?"
"Uh-huh."
"What would you like to eat?"
"A milkshake."
I don't think they would have laughed any harder even if what I said was at all funny. Then, Sam took my hand and stood me up on the dizzy floor.
"C'mon. We'll get you a milkshake."
As we were leaving, Sam turned to Bob.
"I still think you're an asshole."
All Bob did was laugh. And Sam finally laughed, too. And I was glad that everyone seemed as happy as they seemed.
Sam and I got up to the kitchen, and she turned on the light. Wow! It was so bright, I couldn't believe it. It was like when you see a movie in the theater during the day, and when you leave the movie, you can't believe that it's still daylight outside. Sam got some ice cream and some milk and a blender. I asked her where the bathroom was, and she pointed around the corner almost like it was her house. I think she and Patrick spent a lot of time here when Bob was still in high school.
When I got out of the bathroom, I heard a noise in the room where we left out coats. I opened the door, and I saw Patrick kissing Brad. It was a stolen type of kissing. They heard me in the door and turned around. Patrick spoke first.
"Is that you, Charlie?"
"Sam's making me a milkshake."
"Who is this kid?" Brad just looked real nervous and not in the Bob way.
"He's a friend of mine. Relax."
Patrick then took me out of the room and closed the door. He put his hands on both of my shoulders and looked me staright in the eye.
"Brad doesn't want people to know."
"Why?"
"Because he's scared."
"Why?"
"Because he is... wait... are you stoned?"
"They said I was downstairs. Sam is making me a milkshake."
Patrick tried to keep from laughing.
"Listen, Charlie. Brad doesn't want people to know. I need you to promise that you won't tell anyone. This will be our little secret. Okay?"
"Okay."
"Thanks."
With that, Patrick turned around and went back into the room. I heard some muffled voices, and Brad seemed upset, but I didn't think it was any of my business, so I went back to the kitchen.
I have to say that it was the best milkshake I ever had in my life. It was so delicious, it almost scared me.
Before we left the party, Sam played me a few of her favorite songs. One was called "Blackbird." The other was called "MLK." They were both very beautiful. I mentioned the titles because they were as great when I listened to them sober.
Another interesting thing happened at the party before we left. Patrick came downstairs. I guess Brad had left. And Patrick smiled. And Bob started to make fun of him having a crush on the quarterback. And Patrick smiled more. I don't think I ever saw Patrick smile so much. Then, Patrick pointed at me, and said something to Bob.
"He's something, isn't he?"
Bob nodded his head. Patrick then said something I don't think I'll ever forget.
"He's a wallflower."
And Bob really nodded his head. And the whole room nodded their head. And I started to feel nervous in the Bob way, but Patrick didn't let me get too nervous. He sat down next to me.
"You see things. You keep quiet about them. And you understand."
I didn't know that other people thought things about me. I didn't know that they looked. I was sitting on the floor of a basement of my first real party between Sam and Patrick, and I remembered that Sam introduced me as her friend to Bob. And I remembered that Patrick had done the same for Brad. And I started to cry. And nobody in that room looked at me weird for doing it. And then I really started to cry.
Bob raised his drink and asked everyone to do the same.
"To Charlie."
And the whole group said, "To Charlie."
I didn't know why they did that, but it was very special to me that they did. Especially Sam. Especially her.
I would tell you more about the homecoming dance, but now that I'm thinking about it, me letting out the aire of Dave's tires was the best part. I did try to dance like Bill suggested, but I usually like songs you can't dance to, so I didn't do it too much. Sam did look very pretty in her dress, but I was trying no to notice because I'm trying not to think of her that way.
I did notice that Brad and Patrick never talked once during the whole dance because Brad was off dancing with a cheerleader named Nancy, who is his girlfriend. And I did notice that my sister was dancing with the boy she wasn't supposed to even though a different boy picked her up at the house.
After the dance, we left in Sam's pickup. Patrick was driving this time. As we were approaching the Fort Pitt Tunnel, Sam asked Patrick to pull to the side of the road. I didn't know what was going on. Sam then climbed in the back of the pickup, wearing nothing but her dance dress. She told Patrick to drive, and he got this smile on his face. I guess they had done this before.
Anyway, Patrick started driving really fast, and just before we got to the tunnel, Sam stood up, and the wind turned her dress into ocean waves. When we hit the tunnel, all the sound got scooped up into a vacuum, and it was replaced by a song on the tape player. A beautiful song called "Landslide." When we got out of the tunnel, Sam screamed this really funny scream, and there it was. Downtown. Lights on buildings and everything that makes you wonder. Sam sat down and started laughing. Patrick started laughing. I started laughing.
And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.
Chbosky, Stephen. (1999). The Perks of Being a Wallflower. USA: MTV Books/Pocket Books. pp. 33 - 39
Gracias a Mariana, conocí un libro que me marcó, además de traerme recuerdos de las semanas más felices de mi vida, logra poner en palabras sentimientos que he tenido que no sabía describir. No es un libro emo, más bien, es post-emo... hay más en la vida.
La verdad es que arruinaría la inocente belleza del libro si sigo hablando de él. Así que mejor les dejó un fragmento de mi capítulo favorito.
October 28, 1991
[...]
There is a feeling that I had Friday night after the homecoming game that I don't know if I will ever be able to describe except to say that it is warm. Sam and Patrick drove me to the party thta night, and I sat in the middle of Sam's pickup truck. Sam loves her pickup truck because I think it reminds her of her dad. The feeling I had happened when Sam told Patrick to find a station on the radio. And he kept getting commercials. And commercials. And a really bad song about love that had the word "baby" in it. And the more commercials. And finally he found this really amazing song about this boy, and we all got quiet.
Sam tapped her hand on the steering wheel. Patrick held his hand outside the care and made air waves. And I just sat between them. After the song finished, I said something.
"I feel infinite."
And Sam and Patrick looked at me like I said the greatest thing they ever heard. Because the song was that great and because we all really paid attention to it. Five minutes of a lifetime were truly spent, and we felt young in a good way. I have since bought the record, and I would tell you what it was, but truthfully, it's not the same unless you're driving to your first real party, and you're sitting in the middle seat of a pickup with two nice people when it starts to rain.
We got to the house where the party was, and Patrick did this secret knock. It would be hard to describe to you this knock without sound. The door opened a crack, and this guy with frizzy hair looked out at us.
"Patrick known as Patty known as Nothing?"
"Bob"
The door opened, and the old friends hugged each other. Then, Sam and Bob hugged each other. Then, Sam spoke.
"This is our friend, Charlie."
And you won't believe it. Bob hugged me! Sam told me as we were hanging up our coats that Bob was "baked like a fucking cake." I really had to quote that one even though it has a swear.
The party was in the basement of this house. The room was quite smoky, and the kids were much older. There were two girls showing each other their tattoos and belly button rings. Seniors, I think.
This guy named Fritz something was eating a lot of Twinkies. Fritz's girlfriend was talking to him about women's rights, and he kept saying, "I know, baby".
Sam and Patrick started smoking cigarettes. Bob went up to the kitchen when he heard the bell ring. When he came back, he brought a can of Milwaukee's Best beer for everyone, as well as two new party guests. There was Maggie, who needed to use the bathroom. And there was Brad, the quarterback of the high school football team. No kidding!
I do not know why this excited me, but I guess when you see somebody in the hallway or on the field or something, it's nice to know that they are a real person.
Everyone was very friendly to me and asked me a lot of questions about myself. I guess because I was the youngest, and they didn't want me to feel out of place, especially after I said no to having a beer. I once had a beer with my brother when I was twelve, and I just didn't like it. It's really that simple for me.
Some of the questions I was asked was what grade I was in and what did I want to be when I grow up.
"I am a freshman, and I don't know just yet."
I looked around, and I saw that Sam and Patrick had left with Brad. That's when Bob started passing around food.
"Would you like a brownie?"
"Yes. Thank you."
I was actually quite hungry because normally Sam and Patrick take me to Big Boy after the football games, and I guess I was used to it by now. I ate the brownie, and it tasted a little weird, but it was still a brownie, so I still liked it. But this was not an ordinary brownie. Since you are older, I think you know what kind of brownie it was.
After thirty minutes, the room started to slip away from me. I was talking to one of the girls with the belly button ring, and she seemed like she was in a movie. I started blinking a lot and looking around, and the music sounded heavy like water.
Sam came down and when she saw me, she turned to Bob.
"What the hell is your problem?"
"Come on, Sam. He likes it. Ask him."
"How do you fell, Charlie?"
"Light."
"You see?" Bob actually looked a little nervous, which I was later told was paranoia.
Sam sat down next to me and held my hand, which felt cool.
"Are you seeing anything, Charlie?"
"Light."
"Does it feel good?"
"Uh-huh."
"Are you thirsty?"
"Uh-huh."
"What would you like to drink?"
"A milkshake."
And everyone in the room, except Sam, erupted in laughter.
"He's stoned."
"Are you hungry, Charlie?"
"Uh-huh."
"What would you like to eat?"
"A milkshake."
I don't think they would have laughed any harder even if what I said was at all funny. Then, Sam took my hand and stood me up on the dizzy floor.
"C'mon. We'll get you a milkshake."
As we were leaving, Sam turned to Bob.
"I still think you're an asshole."
All Bob did was laugh. And Sam finally laughed, too. And I was glad that everyone seemed as happy as they seemed.
Sam and I got up to the kitchen, and she turned on the light. Wow! It was so bright, I couldn't believe it. It was like when you see a movie in the theater during the day, and when you leave the movie, you can't believe that it's still daylight outside. Sam got some ice cream and some milk and a blender. I asked her where the bathroom was, and she pointed around the corner almost like it was her house. I think she and Patrick spent a lot of time here when Bob was still in high school.
When I got out of the bathroom, I heard a noise in the room where we left out coats. I opened the door, and I saw Patrick kissing Brad. It was a stolen type of kissing. They heard me in the door and turned around. Patrick spoke first.
"Is that you, Charlie?"
"Sam's making me a milkshake."
"Who is this kid?" Brad just looked real nervous and not in the Bob way.
"He's a friend of mine. Relax."
Patrick then took me out of the room and closed the door. He put his hands on both of my shoulders and looked me staright in the eye.
"Brad doesn't want people to know."
"Why?"
"Because he's scared."
"Why?"
"Because he is... wait... are you stoned?"
"They said I was downstairs. Sam is making me a milkshake."
Patrick tried to keep from laughing.
"Listen, Charlie. Brad doesn't want people to know. I need you to promise that you won't tell anyone. This will be our little secret. Okay?"
"Okay."
"Thanks."
With that, Patrick turned around and went back into the room. I heard some muffled voices, and Brad seemed upset, but I didn't think it was any of my business, so I went back to the kitchen.
I have to say that it was the best milkshake I ever had in my life. It was so delicious, it almost scared me.
Before we left the party, Sam played me a few of her favorite songs. One was called "Blackbird." The other was called "MLK." They were both very beautiful. I mentioned the titles because they were as great when I listened to them sober.
Another interesting thing happened at the party before we left. Patrick came downstairs. I guess Brad had left. And Patrick smiled. And Bob started to make fun of him having a crush on the quarterback. And Patrick smiled more. I don't think I ever saw Patrick smile so much. Then, Patrick pointed at me, and said something to Bob.
"He's something, isn't he?"
Bob nodded his head. Patrick then said something I don't think I'll ever forget.
"He's a wallflower."
And Bob really nodded his head. And the whole room nodded their head. And I started to feel nervous in the Bob way, but Patrick didn't let me get too nervous. He sat down next to me.
"You see things. You keep quiet about them. And you understand."
I didn't know that other people thought things about me. I didn't know that they looked. I was sitting on the floor of a basement of my first real party between Sam and Patrick, and I remembered that Sam introduced me as her friend to Bob. And I remembered that Patrick had done the same for Brad. And I started to cry. And nobody in that room looked at me weird for doing it. And then I really started to cry.
Bob raised his drink and asked everyone to do the same.
"To Charlie."
And the whole group said, "To Charlie."
I didn't know why they did that, but it was very special to me that they did. Especially Sam. Especially her.
I would tell you more about the homecoming dance, but now that I'm thinking about it, me letting out the aire of Dave's tires was the best part. I did try to dance like Bill suggested, but I usually like songs you can't dance to, so I didn't do it too much. Sam did look very pretty in her dress, but I was trying no to notice because I'm trying not to think of her that way.
I did notice that Brad and Patrick never talked once during the whole dance because Brad was off dancing with a cheerleader named Nancy, who is his girlfriend. And I did notice that my sister was dancing with the boy she wasn't supposed to even though a different boy picked her up at the house.
After the dance, we left in Sam's pickup. Patrick was driving this time. As we were approaching the Fort Pitt Tunnel, Sam asked Patrick to pull to the side of the road. I didn't know what was going on. Sam then climbed in the back of the pickup, wearing nothing but her dance dress. She told Patrick to drive, and he got this smile on his face. I guess they had done this before.
Anyway, Patrick started driving really fast, and just before we got to the tunnel, Sam stood up, and the wind turned her dress into ocean waves. When we hit the tunnel, all the sound got scooped up into a vacuum, and it was replaced by a song on the tape player. A beautiful song called "Landslide." When we got out of the tunnel, Sam screamed this really funny scream, and there it was. Downtown. Lights on buildings and everything that makes you wonder. Sam sat down and started laughing. Patrick started laughing. I started laughing.
And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.
Love always,
Charlie
Chbosky, Stephen. (1999). The Perks of Being a Wallflower. USA: MTV Books/Pocket Books. pp. 33 - 39
octubre 04, 2007
Reseña: Showcase de MCR
Como lo prometí, les dejó una reseña que escribí acerca del showcase de MCR hace dos años. Cabe mencionar que la redacción también es de hace dos años...
Frank, Gerard y Mikey
Frank y Gerard
Frank y Gerard
Frank
Mikey y Gerard
Gerard, Ray y bodyguard
Fecha: Octubre 19, 2005
Hora: Según el boletín, 20.30 hrs. En realidad: 23 hrs.
Lugar: Carpa Neumática, Hipódromo de las Américas.
Íbamos: Ile, Mabel, Clara? y yo.
Me levanté como a las 8 am y salí de mi casa a las 10 am. Llegue a la univ de Ile por ahí de las 10.30 y estuvimos ahí un rato, esperando a que llegara su directora para que le revisara su ropa (cool by the Way haha). Llegó algo retrasada la señora... al mediodía fuimos a Metro Insurgentes por Mabel y su amiga Clara (con una playera de MCR bastante padre), nos presentamos y caminamos hacia donde estaba el papá de Ile. Nos subimos al coche y partimos hacia el Hipódromo, escuchando a MCR (el de Bullets) en el camino y hablando de ellos. Llegamos al Hipódromo como a la 1.15 y ya había gente esperando. Resultó que Mabel conocía a gente ahí y no nos tuvimos que formar hasta atrás (hehe). Ile y yo fuimos en busca de un Sanborns o algo así, sólo encontramos un mini super bien chafa enfrente; los baños del Hipódromo son como los de la UNAM, sin asiento y sin papel, están mejor los de la plazita de enfrente (just a tip). Regresando de la tienda, encontramos a Mabel y las demás más adelante en la fila. Nos sentamos y comimos las porquerías que compramos (papas, refrescos, dulces, yo llevaba un sandwich).
Y después, esperamos, esperamos, esperamos, esperamos... nos asoleamos (mi cabello se decoloró un buen)... platicamos con los de alrededor... esperamos, esperamos, esperamos... nos dijeron que apenas estaba MCR en Tijuana y que el showcase no iba a empezar sino hasta como las 11 pm... esperamos, esperamos, esperamos... vimos que los del "Club 'Oficial' de Fans de MCR" metieron como a 50 personas adelante de nosotras, nos numeraron para que no metieran más gente... esperamos, esperamos, esperamos... la gente leyó la hand-made shirt de Ile y varios pusieron cara de ofendidos (muahahaha)... vimos a uno que otro emo cruji... esperamos, esperamos, esperamos... finalmente, por ahí de las 7 pm, nos empezaron a formar de acuerdo a la numeración y se pusieron roñosos con lo de las cámaras y las mochilas... pero no nos dejaron pasar como hasta las 8.30. Ya para entonces, yo me moría de sueño y varias tipas estaban demasiado ansiosas, gritando como histéricas (ches teenies). Además, andaba por ahí un Mikey-wannabe y varias se emocionaron (ni al caso... the real Mikey está guapísimo).
Finalmente, a las 9 pm entramos a la dichosa Carpa Neumática. Ile, Mabel, Clara y yo quedamos como en la cuarta fila justo en el centro, enfrente del micrófono de Gerard. Pero conforme entró la gente, empezaron a empujar. Por ahí de las 9.30 ya estabamos en un mosh inmenso y, definitivamente, el más rudo que me ha tocado. Obviamente, por más que Clara gritara "No empujen, pendejos!" *insert finger here*, nadie la peló y hasta empujaban más fuerte. Atrás de mí había un tipo de lo más molesto (aunque guapo), que gritaba que llevaran a Jaime Maussan y que me estaba aplastando muchisimo. En algún momento, Ile y las demás se me desaparecieron. Pero seguí luchando contra la multitud enardecida para no caerme y poder respirar, hasta que una tipita al lado de mí se cayó y nos llevó como a 5 personas con ella. Afortunadamente, de algo tenía que servir el tipo molesto y caí encima de él (por eso no me lastimé, además de que era tanta la densidad de personas que caímos en cámara lenta). Rápido me levanté e intenté ayudar a la tipita que se había caído pero ni entre 5 personas podíamos pararla y la gente seguía empujando, así que, harta del calor, la sed, el sudor, el olor y que no empezaba el showcase, me salí del mosh. Preferí no estar hasta adelante y seguir viviendo, a quedarme en el intento sin haber visto a MCR.
Ya afuera del mosh (10 pm), empecé a rodearlo buscando a Ile o a cualquier otra persona conocida, así que caminé hacia la izquierda del escenario (donde siempre se pone Frank) y Oh! Sorpresa! llegué hasta la reja!! Me establecí ahí y le marqué a Ile para que se saliera del mosh... pero nunca entraron mis llamadas. Estando ahí, platiqué con 2 tipitas que se llamaban Cynthia (sí, las dos) y vi que estaba más cerca del escenario que en el mosh, tenía el micrófono de Frank como a 2 metros. Ahí también me encontré a Paola en lo que empezaba el showcase.
Cada vez, la gente se desesperaba más, el mosh se ponía más rudo (tuvieron que ir los de seguridad a sacar a la gente por arriba) y el showcase no daba señales de empezar!! Entonces, a las 11 pm, se apagaron las luces y quitaron la música y salieron Frank, Mikey, Ray y Bob al escenario!! Se escucharon gritos y salió Gerard. Se veía un millón de veces más guapo en persona que en los videos, las fotos o la tele [yo les dije que es redacción de hace dos años...].
Empezaron con I'm not okay (I promise) y todo mundo cantó. Frank no peló mucho al público, se emocionó y se perdió en su mundo. En algún momento escupió y algo me cayó... aunque es más probable que haya sido sudor de alguien más (puaj). Mikey se ve lindísimo en persona y ahora hasta se emocionó, estuvo mucho tiempo adelante del escenario y hasta medio golpeó su bajo (aaaawwww). Ray toca increíble! Y cuando se mueve, su melena va al ritmo de la música, lo mejor fue que se emocionó tanto que se le olvidó cantar en Helena (hahahaha).
Desgraciadamente, a Bob sólo lo vi unos segundos, pero tmb toca super bien y está bastante cute [che teenie que era]. En Our Lady of Sorrows, Gerard se asomó a donde yo estaba con las 2 Cynthias y nos saludó y nos guiñó el ojo, una de las Cynthias casi se desmaya; pero no es culpa de ella, Gerard es muuuuy sexy en el escenario... es un Dios hahaha [ya me doy pena]. Lástima que casi no cantaron de Bullets: sólo la de Lady y Headfirst for Halos. De Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge, tocaron: I'm not okay (super solo de Ray), Give 'em Hell Kid (super prendida), To the end (me gustó como cantaron Frank y Ray... say goodbyyee...), You know what they do to guys like us in prison (con gemidos al principio de la canción y solo de Ray again), The ghost of you (wow wow wow, que voz la de Gee), The jestset life is gonna kill you (creo que es de mis favoritas, se le escucha una voz padrísima a Gerard y la tocan super padre, sobre todo en la parte más lenta donde Gee hace medio aguda la voz), Interlude con Here comes the bride, Thank you for the venom (brinqué mucho en esta y de nuevo... super solo de Ray), Hang 'em high (Gee se puso a brincar por todo el escenario y se puso rojito... aaawww), Cemetery Drive (WOW... ), It's not a fashion statement, it's a deathwish (tmb de pelos... me da coraje que un grupo como Panda se la haya pirateado porque su copia no le llega ni a la mitad a la original, ya quisiera el de Panda cantar como Gerard).. así que, de 3Cheers, solo no cantaron I never told you what I do for a living (I'm so dirty babe...). Además, tocaron un cover de Misfits: la de Astro Zombies, que sale en el soundtrack del "nuevo" juego de Tony Hawk; varios se la sabían, pero prefiero la versión original. Y una nueva canción, que probablemente estará en su "nuevo" cd [aka The Black Parade], aunque no es de mis favs, me gustó más después de escucharla en vivo; lo que me intriga es que en teoría se llama Shut Up and Play, o al menos eso había dicho Gerard en otros conciertos de EUA; pero aquí dijo que se llama Missing You... o al menos eso entendí porque una tipa me gritó en el oído cuando Gerard estaba introduciendo la canción... nadie más escuchó que haya dicho Shut Up and Play... tons chance le cambió el nombre.
Cheers para Gerard por preocuparse por sus fans en el mosh y pedirles que se hicieran para atrás y por no saber decir nada en español más que "Besos!". Lo malo es que solo duró 1 hora y cuarto el showcase y que, probablemente por razones de censura, no pasó nada entre Gerard y Frank (MCR fans... you know what I mean ) [sas... pena pena pena], encontré a Ile hasta el final del concierto, al final ya no había hoodies y aún me duele todo el cuerpo (aunque valió la pena).
Espero que regresen pronto [se tardaron dos años hijos del mal] para un concierto más largo y que no tenga nada que ver con Alfa o Gamers. Fue el segundo mejor show de mi vida (Green Day aún está en primer lugar) [ya cambié la jerarquía de mejores conciertos, en primer lugar está Warped, sobre todo el set de UnderOath, segundo Green Day y tercero Muse].
Aquí dejo las fotos que tomé, aunque son como de broma. Te dicen que el modelo de tu celular es de lo mejor... yadda yadda yadda... que tomada de pelo...
Hora: Según el boletín, 20.30 hrs. En realidad: 23 hrs.
Lugar: Carpa Neumática, Hipódromo de las Américas.
Íbamos: Ile, Mabel, Clara? y yo.
Me levanté como a las 8 am y salí de mi casa a las 10 am. Llegue a la univ de Ile por ahí de las 10.30 y estuvimos ahí un rato, esperando a que llegara su directora para que le revisara su ropa (cool by the Way haha). Llegó algo retrasada la señora... al mediodía fuimos a Metro Insurgentes por Mabel y su amiga Clara (con una playera de MCR bastante padre), nos presentamos y caminamos hacia donde estaba el papá de Ile. Nos subimos al coche y partimos hacia el Hipódromo, escuchando a MCR (el de Bullets) en el camino y hablando de ellos. Llegamos al Hipódromo como a la 1.15 y ya había gente esperando. Resultó que Mabel conocía a gente ahí y no nos tuvimos que formar hasta atrás (hehe). Ile y yo fuimos en busca de un Sanborns o algo así, sólo encontramos un mini super bien chafa enfrente; los baños del Hipódromo son como los de la UNAM, sin asiento y sin papel, están mejor los de la plazita de enfrente (just a tip). Regresando de la tienda, encontramos a Mabel y las demás más adelante en la fila. Nos sentamos y comimos las porquerías que compramos (papas, refrescos, dulces, yo llevaba un sandwich).
Y después, esperamos, esperamos, esperamos, esperamos... nos asoleamos (mi cabello se decoloró un buen)... platicamos con los de alrededor... esperamos, esperamos, esperamos... nos dijeron que apenas estaba MCR en Tijuana y que el showcase no iba a empezar sino hasta como las 11 pm... esperamos, esperamos, esperamos... vimos que los del "Club 'Oficial' de Fans de MCR" metieron como a 50 personas adelante de nosotras, nos numeraron para que no metieran más gente... esperamos, esperamos, esperamos... la gente leyó la hand-made shirt de Ile y varios pusieron cara de ofendidos (muahahaha)... vimos a uno que otro emo cruji... esperamos, esperamos, esperamos... finalmente, por ahí de las 7 pm, nos empezaron a formar de acuerdo a la numeración y se pusieron roñosos con lo de las cámaras y las mochilas... pero no nos dejaron pasar como hasta las 8.30. Ya para entonces, yo me moría de sueño y varias tipas estaban demasiado ansiosas, gritando como histéricas (ches teenies). Además, andaba por ahí un Mikey-wannabe y varias se emocionaron (ni al caso... the real Mikey está guapísimo).
Finalmente, a las 9 pm entramos a la dichosa Carpa Neumática. Ile, Mabel, Clara y yo quedamos como en la cuarta fila justo en el centro, enfrente del micrófono de Gerard. Pero conforme entró la gente, empezaron a empujar. Por ahí de las 9.30 ya estabamos en un mosh inmenso y, definitivamente, el más rudo que me ha tocado. Obviamente, por más que Clara gritara "No empujen, pendejos!" *insert finger here*, nadie la peló y hasta empujaban más fuerte. Atrás de mí había un tipo de lo más molesto (aunque guapo), que gritaba que llevaran a Jaime Maussan y que me estaba aplastando muchisimo. En algún momento, Ile y las demás se me desaparecieron. Pero seguí luchando contra la multitud enardecida para no caerme y poder respirar, hasta que una tipita al lado de mí se cayó y nos llevó como a 5 personas con ella. Afortunadamente, de algo tenía que servir el tipo molesto y caí encima de él (por eso no me lastimé, además de que era tanta la densidad de personas que caímos en cámara lenta). Rápido me levanté e intenté ayudar a la tipita que se había caído pero ni entre 5 personas podíamos pararla y la gente seguía empujando, así que, harta del calor, la sed, el sudor, el olor y que no empezaba el showcase, me salí del mosh. Preferí no estar hasta adelante y seguir viviendo, a quedarme en el intento sin haber visto a MCR.
Ya afuera del mosh (10 pm), empecé a rodearlo buscando a Ile o a cualquier otra persona conocida, así que caminé hacia la izquierda del escenario (donde siempre se pone Frank) y Oh! Sorpresa! llegué hasta la reja!! Me establecí ahí y le marqué a Ile para que se saliera del mosh... pero nunca entraron mis llamadas. Estando ahí, platiqué con 2 tipitas que se llamaban Cynthia (sí, las dos) y vi que estaba más cerca del escenario que en el mosh, tenía el micrófono de Frank como a 2 metros. Ahí también me encontré a Paola en lo que empezaba el showcase.
Cada vez, la gente se desesperaba más, el mosh se ponía más rudo (tuvieron que ir los de seguridad a sacar a la gente por arriba) y el showcase no daba señales de empezar!! Entonces, a las 11 pm, se apagaron las luces y quitaron la música y salieron Frank, Mikey, Ray y Bob al escenario!! Se escucharon gritos y salió Gerard. Se veía un millón de veces más guapo en persona que en los videos, las fotos o la tele [yo les dije que es redacción de hace dos años...].
Empezaron con I'm not okay (I promise) y todo mundo cantó. Frank no peló mucho al público, se emocionó y se perdió en su mundo. En algún momento escupió y algo me cayó... aunque es más probable que haya sido sudor de alguien más (puaj). Mikey se ve lindísimo en persona y ahora hasta se emocionó, estuvo mucho tiempo adelante del escenario y hasta medio golpeó su bajo (aaaawwww). Ray toca increíble! Y cuando se mueve, su melena va al ritmo de la música, lo mejor fue que se emocionó tanto que se le olvidó cantar en Helena (hahahaha).
Desgraciadamente, a Bob sólo lo vi unos segundos, pero tmb toca super bien y está bastante cute [che teenie que era]. En Our Lady of Sorrows, Gerard se asomó a donde yo estaba con las 2 Cynthias y nos saludó y nos guiñó el ojo, una de las Cynthias casi se desmaya; pero no es culpa de ella, Gerard es muuuuy sexy en el escenario... es un Dios hahaha [ya me doy pena]. Lástima que casi no cantaron de Bullets: sólo la de Lady y Headfirst for Halos. De Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge, tocaron: I'm not okay (super solo de Ray), Give 'em Hell Kid (super prendida), To the end (me gustó como cantaron Frank y Ray... say goodbyyee...), You know what they do to guys like us in prison (con gemidos al principio de la canción y solo de Ray again), The ghost of you (wow wow wow, que voz la de Gee), The jestset life is gonna kill you (creo que es de mis favoritas, se le escucha una voz padrísima a Gerard y la tocan super padre, sobre todo en la parte más lenta donde Gee hace medio aguda la voz), Interlude con Here comes the bride, Thank you for the venom (brinqué mucho en esta y de nuevo... super solo de Ray), Hang 'em high (Gee se puso a brincar por todo el escenario y se puso rojito... aaawww), Cemetery Drive (WOW... ), It's not a fashion statement, it's a deathwish (tmb de pelos... me da coraje que un grupo como Panda se la haya pirateado porque su copia no le llega ni a la mitad a la original, ya quisiera el de Panda cantar como Gerard).. así que, de 3Cheers, solo no cantaron I never told you what I do for a living (I'm so dirty babe...). Además, tocaron un cover de Misfits: la de Astro Zombies, que sale en el soundtrack del "nuevo" juego de Tony Hawk; varios se la sabían, pero prefiero la versión original. Y una nueva canción, que probablemente estará en su "nuevo" cd [aka The Black Parade], aunque no es de mis favs, me gustó más después de escucharla en vivo; lo que me intriga es que en teoría se llama Shut Up and Play, o al menos eso había dicho Gerard en otros conciertos de EUA; pero aquí dijo que se llama Missing You... o al menos eso entendí porque una tipa me gritó en el oído cuando Gerard estaba introduciendo la canción... nadie más escuchó que haya dicho Shut Up and Play... tons chance le cambió el nombre.
Cheers para Gerard por preocuparse por sus fans en el mosh y pedirles que se hicieran para atrás y por no saber decir nada en español más que "Besos!". Lo malo es que solo duró 1 hora y cuarto el showcase y que, probablemente por razones de censura, no pasó nada entre Gerard y Frank (MCR fans... you know what I mean ) [sas... pena pena pena], encontré a Ile hasta el final del concierto, al final ya no había hoodies y aún me duele todo el cuerpo (aunque valió la pena).
Espero que regresen pronto [se tardaron dos años hijos del mal] para un concierto más largo y que no tenga nada que ver con Alfa o Gamers. Fue el segundo mejor show de mi vida (Green Day aún está en primer lugar) [ya cambié la jerarquía de mejores conciertos, en primer lugar está Warped, sobre todo el set de UnderOath, segundo Green Day y tercero Muse].
Aquí dejo las fotos que tomé, aunque son como de broma. Te dicen que el modelo de tu celular es de lo mejor... yadda yadda yadda... que tomada de pelo...
Gerard
Frank, Gerard y Mikey
Frank y Gerard
Frank y Gerard
Frank
Mikey y Gerard
Gerard, Ray y bodyguard
Protesta
Posteo el mail que me llegó de AnimaNaturalis por si alguien se anima a ir... con o sin ropa. :S
Degustación de “Carne Humana”
en el centro de Coyoacán
en el centro de Coyoacán
En el Día Mundial de los Animales de Granja, activistas de AnimaNaturalis, desnudas y con el cuerpo “ensangrentado”, simularán ser carne de consumo. El acto buscará exponer la crueldad de reducir un ser que siente, a recurso alimenticio, que es la forma en que la sociedad concibe a los animales.
Fecha: Sábado 6 de Octubre, 2007.
Hora: 12:00 hrs. del mediodía.
Lugar: Jardín Centenario, frente a la Iglesia de San Juan Bautista, en el centro de Coyoacán.
Convoca: AnimaNaturalis
El 2 de octubre se celebra el Día Mundial de los Animales de Granja. Por ello, AnimaNaturalis realizará un acto simbólico para invitar a la gente a reflexionar sobre la crueldad que implica el uso de animales como comida.
El consumo de carne es la razón por la que cada año mueren 50,000,000 millones de animales en todo el mundo. Estos animales, durante su crianza, permanecen en diminutos espacios donde no pueden moverse o estirar sus miembros, se les suministran antibióticos y hormonas para acelerar su crecimiento, y se les somete a prácticas como el corte de pico o rabo con navaja ardiente, o la castración, sin anestesia; su transportación al matadero puede durar días en los que viajarán expuestos a las inclemencias del tiempo, sin comida ni agua; su sacrificio es siempre doloroso: se les cuelga boca abajo para degollarles o golpearles hasta la muerte, y en el caso de los cerdos y pollos, son lanzados en tanques de agua hirviente estando aún concientes.
El vegetarianismo, además de ser delicioso, es la manera más efectiva de ayudar a los animales: Una persona que no consume productos de origen animal puede salvar la vida de 95 animales.
El vegetarianismo tiene múltiples ventajas para la salud humana, haciéndonos menos propensos a contraer enfermedades del corazón, determinados tipos de cáncer, obesidad y diabetes, reducir los niveles de colesterol y la ingesta de grasas saturadas.
El vegetarianismo también beneficia al medio ambiente, ya que las granjas industriales son la principal causa del calentamiento global; contribuyen a la deforestación para introducir ganado; y son la principal fuente de amoniaco, que contamina las aguas y el subsuelo.
Durante el acto –que también se realizará en países como Argentina y Uruguay- se repartirán folletos con información.
Al final habrá venta de botones, camisetas, videos, pulseras y calcomanías. (yey! consumismo)
¡Te esperamos!
Fecha: Sábado 6 de Octubre, 2007.
Hora: 12:00 hrs. del mediodía.
Lugar: Jardín Centenario, frente a la Iglesia de San Juan Bautista, en el centro de Coyoacán.
Convoca: AnimaNaturalis
El 2 de octubre se celebra el Día Mundial de los Animales de Granja. Por ello, AnimaNaturalis realizará un acto simbólico para invitar a la gente a reflexionar sobre la crueldad que implica el uso de animales como comida.
El consumo de carne es la razón por la que cada año mueren 50,000,000 millones de animales en todo el mundo. Estos animales, durante su crianza, permanecen en diminutos espacios donde no pueden moverse o estirar sus miembros, se les suministran antibióticos y hormonas para acelerar su crecimiento, y se les somete a prácticas como el corte de pico o rabo con navaja ardiente, o la castración, sin anestesia; su transportación al matadero puede durar días en los que viajarán expuestos a las inclemencias del tiempo, sin comida ni agua; su sacrificio es siempre doloroso: se les cuelga boca abajo para degollarles o golpearles hasta la muerte, y en el caso de los cerdos y pollos, son lanzados en tanques de agua hirviente estando aún concientes.
El vegetarianismo, además de ser delicioso, es la manera más efectiva de ayudar a los animales: Una persona que no consume productos de origen animal puede salvar la vida de 95 animales.
El vegetarianismo tiene múltiples ventajas para la salud humana, haciéndonos menos propensos a contraer enfermedades del corazón, determinados tipos de cáncer, obesidad y diabetes, reducir los niveles de colesterol y la ingesta de grasas saturadas.
El vegetarianismo también beneficia al medio ambiente, ya que las granjas industriales son la principal causa del calentamiento global; contribuyen a la deforestación para introducir ganado; y son la principal fuente de amoniaco, que contamina las aguas y el subsuelo.
Durante el acto –que también se realizará en países como Argentina y Uruguay- se repartirán folletos con información.
Al final habrá venta de botones, camisetas, videos, pulseras y calcomanías. (yey! consumismo)
¡Te esperamos!
En noticias relacionadas, Danone ha sacado a la venta un "yogurt" hecho de soya (o soja), o sea, 100% vegetal, llamado Savia. Si les interesa, más info aquí.
octubre 03, 2007
4 Días
So let's go back to the middle of the day that starts it all...
Playera que hizo Ile para el showcase de MCR hace dos años.
Así nos veíamos hace dos años:
Así nos vemos ahora:
Pero ahora no iremos juntas a re-ver a MCR. :( Te voy a extrañar Ione!
MAÑANA: Re-posteare mi review de ese showcase hace dos años. Nunca lo subí a este blog.
octubre 02, 2007
5 días!
Falta menos de una semana para ver por segunda vez a My Chemical Romance. Si eso no me pone de buen humor, nada más puede.
Hoy, alguien me preguntó por qué mi mail dice "forgotten". A diferencia de lo que significan las siglas WTKA, el forgotten tiene una mejor historia detrás. Lo tome de esta frase:
Esa frase aparece en un fanfic que leí en secundaria (ooootssss) y que me marcó porque descubrí que no tienes que ser García Márquez o Saramago para poder atrapar a tu público con una buena historia. Además, fue el fanfic que me hizo acostumbrarme a escribir en inglés (para bien o para mal, uds deciden).
Lo curioso es que pasaron algunos años y apareció My Chemical Romance. Desde entonces, he pensado que ellos son la representación máxima de esa frase (aunque ahora ya son "leaders" por decirlo de alguna manera). Pero al escuchar Vampires will never hurt you por primera vez, supe que si pertenecía a algún género, era a ese. Después vinieron otras canciones que también me llenan como Honey, this mirror isn't big enough for the two of us, Cubicles, Demolition Lovers, The Jetset Life is gonna kill you, I never told you what I do for a living... y más recientemente Teenagers y The Sharpest Lives.
En algún momento les escribí una canción donde despreciaba que se "vendieran" (ahem, showcase de Alfa, ahem). No obstante, hubo una canción (o algo así) que me atreví a escribir gracias a ellos. Son de esas cosas que siempre pensé pero que en secundaria y antes era más fácil pretender que no existían. Era más fácil cantar *Nsync a todo pulmón y fingir que me identificaba con líneas como: "You're all I ever wanted, you're all I ever needed, yeah... so tell me what to do know when I want you back". HA-HA.
Así, sin más choro, les presento Forgotten (Death's your time to shine)
Nothing's as perfect as this,
except you don't belong here.
The odor of grass in sunny days,
all you wish for are cloudy nights.
A barbecue and kids in the pool,
you play with death and live of blood.
Your heart's as black as your hair and nails.
Do you remember what you dyed first?
The sun gives no warmth to your flesh,
not even naked do you show yourself.
The smiles you show are fake and worn,
the tears you shed are acid rain.
The hair in their soup, the stain in their dress,
the zit on their nose, the knife in their veins,
that's what you are, you're out of place.
As big as a bug, as bright as the air,
a ghost in the fog, a rock in the road,
that's how you feel when they turn their heads.
You only feel at ease in rainy days,
pretend you drown, mix tears and rain.
Tomorrow there'll still be sun to your despair.
Impossible for the moon to remain up there,
but if you close your eyes, you'll dream of her.
So drift into darkness forever (you won't regret).
Nothing's as perfect as that,
you know that's your place.
Pitch dark nights, a bloody taste,
the world still laughs, a few will cry.
Rooms full of fog, lands of the lost,
they will move on, someday they'll forget (you).
Your heart's as black as your hair and nails.
Do you remember what you dyed first?
The sun gives no warmth to your flesh,
not even naked do you show yourself.
The smiles you show are fake and worn,
the tears you shed are acid rain.
Acid through my pores.
Poison in my veins.
I just realized.
Now I'm dead.
Hoy, alguien me preguntó por qué mi mail dice "forgotten". A diferencia de lo que significan las siglas WTKA, el forgotten tiene una mejor historia detrás. Lo tome de esta frase:
We are the forgotten ones. The ones who are too shy to lead, but too smart to follow.
Esa frase aparece en un fanfic que leí en secundaria (ooootssss) y que me marcó porque descubrí que no tienes que ser García Márquez o Saramago para poder atrapar a tu público con una buena historia. Además, fue el fanfic que me hizo acostumbrarme a escribir en inglés (para bien o para mal, uds deciden).
Lo curioso es que pasaron algunos años y apareció My Chemical Romance. Desde entonces, he pensado que ellos son la representación máxima de esa frase (aunque ahora ya son "leaders" por decirlo de alguna manera). Pero al escuchar Vampires will never hurt you por primera vez, supe que si pertenecía a algún género, era a ese. Después vinieron otras canciones que también me llenan como Honey, this mirror isn't big enough for the two of us, Cubicles, Demolition Lovers, The Jetset Life is gonna kill you, I never told you what I do for a living... y más recientemente Teenagers y The Sharpest Lives.
En algún momento les escribí una canción donde despreciaba que se "vendieran" (ahem, showcase de Alfa, ahem). No obstante, hubo una canción (o algo así) que me atreví a escribir gracias a ellos. Son de esas cosas que siempre pensé pero que en secundaria y antes era más fácil pretender que no existían. Era más fácil cantar *Nsync a todo pulmón y fingir que me identificaba con líneas como: "You're all I ever wanted, you're all I ever needed, yeah... so tell me what to do know when I want you back". HA-HA.
Así, sin más choro, les presento Forgotten (Death's your time to shine)
Nothing's as perfect as this,
except you don't belong here.
The odor of grass in sunny days,
all you wish for are cloudy nights.
A barbecue and kids in the pool,
you play with death and live of blood.
Your heart's as black as your hair and nails.
Do you remember what you dyed first?
The sun gives no warmth to your flesh,
not even naked do you show yourself.
The smiles you show are fake and worn,
the tears you shed are acid rain.
The hair in their soup, the stain in their dress,
the zit on their nose, the knife in their veins,
that's what you are, you're out of place.
As big as a bug, as bright as the air,
a ghost in the fog, a rock in the road,
that's how you feel when they turn their heads.
You only feel at ease in rainy days,
pretend you drown, mix tears and rain.
Tomorrow there'll still be sun to your despair.
Impossible for the moon to remain up there,
but if you close your eyes, you'll dream of her.
So drift into darkness forever (you won't regret).
Nothing's as perfect as that,
you know that's your place.
Pitch dark nights, a bloody taste,
the world still laughs, a few will cry.
Rooms full of fog, lands of the lost,
they will move on, someday they'll forget (you).
Your heart's as black as your hair and nails.
Do you remember what you dyed first?
The sun gives no warmth to your flesh,
not even naked do you show yourself.
The smiles you show are fake and worn,
the tears you shed are acid rain.
Acid through my pores.
Poison in my veins.
I just realized.
Now I'm dead.
Globalization Screwed Relationships Chapter 7
Chapter 7
Music is a universal language. Lyrics don't need to be in a certain language for someone to understand. There's usually a relation between rhythm and message; notes and mood; beat and feeling. It's almost as if every guitar cry and bass groan spoke directly to the soul and decipher every word onto the brain.
Almost.
Every once in a while, there are songs created with images, with merchandise, unreachable for the human ear. Beauty replaces music. Beauty replaces lyrics. Beauty deceives the senses; IF it looks good, it Must sound good.
Nowadays, what defines beauty are media. Magazines, television, advertising. Beauty used to represent cultural diversity.It was the ultimate value of each culture's ideology, traditions, and history. But times have changed. Standards are international. How could music celebrate diversity when it is gone?
Kenny and Willow faced each other every day... even when the other wasn't there. It is clear that people are fragmented throughout the world in other people. Some have the same hair, the same musical taste, the same eyes, the same nose, the same height, the same weight. But still, none is identical to anyone else. Uniqueness builds on how those fragments are united and the result of it. Love builds on one person seeing those traits in another one, the other's oddness. So how can music and beauty, both subjective, be translated into every single culture? How can someone understand love in a world full of clones?
What once was bliss, is now their curse. Everywhere, they're reminded of the love they have and how intangible it is: never within their reach, but always on their skin.
Music is a universal language. Lyrics don't need to be in a certain language for someone to understand. There's usually a relation between rhythm and message; notes and mood; beat and feeling. It's almost as if every guitar cry and bass groan spoke directly to the soul and decipher every word onto the brain.
Almost.
Every once in a while, there are songs created with images, with merchandise, unreachable for the human ear. Beauty replaces music. Beauty replaces lyrics. Beauty deceives the senses; IF it looks good, it Must sound good.
Nowadays, what defines beauty are media. Magazines, television, advertising. Beauty used to represent cultural diversity.It was the ultimate value of each culture's ideology, traditions, and history. But times have changed. Standards are international. How could music celebrate diversity when it is gone?
Kenny and Willow faced each other every day... even when the other wasn't there. It is clear that people are fragmented throughout the world in other people. Some have the same hair, the same musical taste, the same eyes, the same nose, the same height, the same weight. But still, none is identical to anyone else. Uniqueness builds on how those fragments are united and the result of it. Love builds on one person seeing those traits in another one, the other's oddness. So how can music and beauty, both subjective, be translated into every single culture? How can someone understand love in a world full of clones?
What once was bliss, is now their curse. Everywhere, they're reminded of the love they have and how intangible it is: never within their reach, but always on their skin.
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