Episode 15: Face the Music

From every direction thrilled crowds made their way into the grand scale construction of the O2 Arena. Even when tickets sold out just weeks prior to the concert, the anticipation was too much to handle for the people waiting outside or in the collosal venue, many of them wearing sailor hats or striped shirts, emulating the band's stage attire. Melissa was not among them. She had more important issues on hand to be worrying over mundane necessities like her wardrobe for the night. Wandering through the crammed aisle as she gazed at the ecstatic environment, her mind was a whirlwind of despairing uncertainty. Would he agree to receive her? Would he listen to her explanation? And even so, would he forgive her? She was meant to not go at first. The embarassment over her deceit had been greatly disastrous. Up until the accidental revelation she had made sure to avoid anything related to him, not wanting to cause more conflict. Nonetheless, his resentment upon discovering her betrayal provoked such distress, she knew it was up to her to make amends. That was when she decided to discard her former refusal over going, and the reason she found herself in the immensity of the packed arena.

A heavy wall of sound emerged from the stage as the band entered playing their way throughout the setlist. The energy emanating from the audience appeared to stimulate them, every song acquiring new life with any sign of admiration and delight. People sang and cheered wildly, applauding after vast demonstrations of masterfulness. Even in her fretful state, Melissa joined in the jubilant vibe surrounding her, the respect towards the musicians unwavering. She observed her suitors on stage and couldn't help be drawn by them both. Was it ever possible to have similar feelings for two persons simultaneously? Opprobious as it was to the rules of society, she knew it in her heart to be true. Seeing them admiringly demonstrate their talents to the world proved so. Just how to explain them such a preposterous fact? She had no right to wound them further. As Damon threw water to the first rows from a small plastic bottle, the possibilities struck her at once. In all fairness they deserved to know the truth, which would undoubtedly worsen their pain. However, keeping silent was no better since they would blindly continue their courting ways and if she did not stop them, something dreadful might occur. Resignated, she instantly realized what to do. She would not destroy an enduring friendship encouraging some idle pursuit. It was best to renounce to any puerile aspiration that could cause irreversible damage.

A flash of black leather distracted her from her conclusions. Shaking her head to abandon her interior and snap back to reality, she noticed the dark, sudden movement came from up the stage. As if timed by fate, she saw Paul quite dangerously sliding accross the floor and landing loudly under his back. Tremendous fear took over Melissa as she contemplated him with increasing concern facing upwards from the ground, struggling to stand up. "Oh my God, is he okay?" she whispered in frenzy. But Paul was a strong, vigorous man despite his years. Maintaining his weight under his knees, he pulled himself up while still playing the bass without difficulty. Subsequently, he casually turned his head sideways and immediately caught sight of it: the menacing gaze on Damon's eyes spitefully looking at the whole scene. "No, no way, it couldn't have been on purpose, couldn't it?" Melissa denied over and over as she witnessed the grave stares among the oponents. This was worse than what she believed since now a threat had been made from one to the other. "What I feel doesn't matter, this has to stop."

There was much pain alright. Nothing he could not deal with though. A few days of no forceful activity and he would be better. Was it any grievous though, to be forewarned by someone so close to him? He was his friend after all. But he had to face the fact it was he who deceived him, and took away that whom he sought after so keenly. So he pondered while making his way backstage after the gig. Did he deserve his anger? Most definitely. Was he having regrets over what he did? Probably on the way he handled it, for he would never repent having encountered such a jolly, sweet little girl, so different from him yet felt really attached to in spite of their contrasts.

Was there any chance of them being connected in any sense? Were they that intimate it was possible for them to read each other's minds? Such were the doubts running through Paul's head as he avoided stumbling with the people blocking his step whilst approaching Melissa. She was actually there, impatiently rising on tiptoe as expecting someone to come her way. He greeted her fondly, as usual. "Hey, it's so good to see you." "Um..." "Wait, we shouldn't speak here, it's too crowded. Let's find somewhere private." Grabbing her hand, he guided Melissa through the narrow hallway, avoiding suspicious glances from the roadies and passersby leaning against the neatly painted walls. "Who said I wanna talk to you?" Her cold tone hurt him but he did not cease his stride, his grip on her hand steady as he turned a knob and pushed open, the incipient lights revealing an empty dressing room. Melissa could not contain herself any longer and protested even before Paul closed the door.

"Why did you bring me here? What makes you think I wanna talk to you?" "Well, you came to the gig..." "The world doesn't revolve around you Paul, in case you're not aware of it." "But..." "And before you start fooling yourself over the idea of my being here because of you, let me burst your bubble and inform you I'm here to speak to Damon, no one else. Not to you or anyone from the band or the crew, just to Damon. Got it?" It was there again, the frown he seemed to expose everytime Damon's name was mentioned. Did he resent him that much solely for being his rival for her affections? After being the best of friends for years? These were the questions Melissa asked herself and as always, they came with no answer whatsoever. To lighten up the dense vibe in the room she doubtfully asked: "So...are you okay? From your fall I mean." Paul stared at her in disbelief, suspicious of her quick change of mood. "Um...well, yes, I'm alright. It's just my elbow that hurts." A sigh escaped Melissa's lips as she held him from his arms and made him sit over the nearby couch. "Okay, let's see." She examined the damaged elbow, touching the bone with her delicate fingertips to discard any crack or injury. Then she proceeded to massage the throbbing area using both fingers and palms. The continuous rubbing allowed some of the pain to vanish. This meant nothing to Paul though, observing in silent wonder her careful attentions to alleviate the pain on his extremity. Melissa, too focused on her role as momentary nurse, ignored the earnest expression on the mature, masculine face which revealed once more all the yearning he had for the young woman sitting in front of him.

"It was on purpose, right?" Her request for an affirmation impeded his intentions to go further. "What...?" "Damon. He did it on purpose, I know he did." "Why do you believe so?" "Because he's pissed off at you and wants you to pay for what you did." "Does it worry you what might happen to me?" Her struggle for a proper answer made his stomach quiver with exultation. A ray of hope: maybe she still felt something for him. He warmly grinned and placed a flat palm on her full cheek, caressing its baby softness. As much as she avoided the gesture, Melissa could not constrain her pulsating excitement over his slow, tender touch. "Listen, I don't care what Damon does to me but you don't need to worry, I'll be fine. And nothing wrong will happen to you dearest, because I will protect you from him and anyone else who might hurt you..." "Paul, I don't want you to hurt Damon, he doesn't deserve it..." "But neither do you Melissa. What matters is that you're safe because you're innocent in all of this. Everything will be fine, okay?" The girl was silent, stunned at Paul's promise of absolute safety from his part were she in need of it. She saw him lean forward to kiss her when the door opened abruptly.

"You fucking backstabbers." Melissa backed away from Paul swiftly, her face the mask of terror at the sight of Damon's own full of increasing fury. She had never seen him this way before, not even after knowing of her cheating. She could only imagine the punishment awaiting her in just seconds. "Damon, please let me explain. I'm here to see you..." "Bullshit! You're speaking bullshit once again! As you did from the first time!" He slammed the door shut. No one else could listen this repugnant confrontation. "I'm serious! I came over to talk to you and ask for forgiveness." Damon's eyes stared incredulously at Melissa. Remorse, anger, much of it fueled his words."Forgiveness? Come on, even you don't believe it. But I did for a second. When I was told you were somewhere around I hoped you came to talk about us. I really thought you were here to tell me you were sorry and that you love me but what do I see? Both of you fucking arseholes mocking me behind my back. Now, who's the liar?" "Look, I understand that you're pissed off at me, fair enough. But I'm telling you the truth, I swear to God, I came to see you." "Then why are you with Paul, you lying bitch!" "Hey, I won't let you insult Melissa in any way!" "Oh what, you're now her defender?" "If it's necessary, yes." "So now you're gonna say you didn't lie to me? Come on Paul, you both fucked while all the time I thought she was with me!" "Please don't blame her of this, it was I who made her fall in love with me..." "She decided on her own! You mistake her for a saint, she's a lying whore like all the others!" "I told you not to insult her, I won't allow it!" "Hey guys, please don't fight, okay? I want no one to get hurt." Melissa's frightened, little voice made no effect whatsoever at the threats thrown back and forth. She could not conceive this was happening. Becoming the object of desire of two men was something she would have never guessed could occur to her. Despite numerous accounts from acquaintances claiming it to be the greatest sensation of power over others, she found herself wishing she was not entangled in this predicament. Especially on the awareness of a bond in risk of breaking apart. "Listen, both of you! I'm the one to blame in all of this..." "No honey, you're not guilty, please don't cry", Paul soothed Melissa with comforting words yet she continued speaking up. "Yes I am! Because of me, you guys aren't even friendly anymore. I mean, just look at yourselves. Fighting, yelling for stupid, useless me. You used to be really tight. I appeared on the picture and look at the result. Now Damon hates me and with good reason. I totally rejected his good intentions over some foolish, vain illusion. Damon, listen to me 'cause I won't repeat it: I'm sorry, okay? I'm very sorry for everything, for not appreciating your regard towards me, for abandoning you in order to follow an impulse. You never deserved any of this shit. I hope you can forgive me someday." Grabbing her blazer from the sofa, she went to the door as Paul inquired: "You're leaving? There's no need for you to go. I'll say it again: you're not guilty." "I'm leaving 'cause I am what caused this whole thing. Besides you have a lot to talk about." With that final statement, she opened the door and closed it behind her.

A coarse silence flooded the dressing room, its occupiers contributing with their lack of things to say. Melissa's boldness and abrupt departure had left both men at a loss. "She didn't mean it." Paul found himself faintly murmur out loud despite Damon's presence. "She didn't mean what?" he asked cooly. "It wasn't vain or foolish. What we had was real." "Oh, so you finally confess!" "I never denied it and neither I will." Damon once again felt ill-tempered at Paul's unapologetic demeanor but he then realized there was a lack of regret, no shame over his immoral conduct. He had seen that unpreoccupied attitude before but paid no attention to it. This time however, being its victim he would not let it pass unnoticed. "How could you do this to me? You just don't do that to a mate! And now that I think about it, you're in a relationship already, you shouldn't be cheating on your girlfriend with someone else! Why do you want all the women for yourself? Or is it because this is a girl I'm interested in?" "I didn't mean to tear her away from you..." "I can't believe your cynicism, of course you meant to!" "It wasn't that way! Damon, I couldn't help it, you know. From the first moment I saw her I couldn't stop thinking about her and you bringing her constantly made it worse." "I felt attracted to her almost from that first time as well and made attempts to get close to her and even when you witnessed all of this you didn't give a fuck and just pulled her away from me! What kind of a mate does that?" "I'm sorry! It was never an intention to hurt you!" "Oh God, I wonder if you said that the last time." "Excuse me?" "Come on, I've seen it before. Meeting the woman, her being with another man, you seducing her, taking her away and leaving man brokenhearted to his own luck. It's not like it's the first time you do it. Or isn't that how you started dating Sabrina back then?" No one had dared remind Paul of his perverse past, that one he fought so determinedly against to never bring up in public. Damon confronting him for it offended him to the point of clenching his fist in preparation for a violent ambush. "No", he decided, "that would be too easy." Instead, he looked at Damon straight into his eyes and with quiet fierceness declared: "Listen very carefully for I won't repeat it. Asking you to stay away from Melissa obviously is of no use so all I'll say is: be careful. I don't care what you do to me but I'll protect her from you or anyone else that might harm her. That being said, if I find out you did something to her, you'll face the consequences with me and it will not be pretty. Is it understood?" Damon did not flinch at any of Paul's threatening sentences and neither he did when responding. "Do you even think I'd lay a hand on her? Because in spite of everything she did I still love her, more than ever. So it is what it is, we both love the same woman. If I must step over you to have her then so be it." "So that's it." "Yeah, that's it." Paul nodded slowly and similarly walked away from Damon, who stood still facing the wall. "By the way", Paul added, "it's gonna take a lot more than slides and 'accidents' to beat me. I'm still very much a man for Melissa, even being this old." With that he exited the room, leaving Damon more resolute than ever to win the girl's heart no matter what. Even if it meant losing one of his best friends.


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Episode 10: Yield

A momentary lapse of bewilderment kicked in upon hearing the abrupt news from the woman herself. If certain, how long has she been feeling so? Denying it was of no use since her friend seemed convinced of the contrary. He may have heard few from their conversation but it was enough to assume it was true: she has strong sentiments for him. A sudden rush of ebullience took over him and off he ran to his friend's bedroom door, knocking it urgently in his haste. He just had to know this.

"Could you be any louder mate? I could barely hear ya." "Sorry, but I had to come over and tell you something I just found out." He steadied himself on the doorway to catch his breath. It had been a long run, revelation bystanding. "Easy there. Now, what happened?" "She loves me." "Who loves you?" "Who else? Melissa! I just heard her talk to a friend about it." Paul had regressed to boyhood, smiling from ear to ear at such joyous news. He'd been waiting for this day ever since he discovered his feelings for her, the day she would accept it was mutual. Mick pulled him right off the cloud asking: "Did she say those exact words?" "Eh..." Recalling the women's dialogue she didn't mouth them, rather her friend implied it. Either way it was true, right? "Exactly. Come in, we need to discuss this."

Once inside they were free to speak without chance of being heard by others. Paul explained it all: how he was walking to his room after soundcheck when he heard Melissa's voice from another one, curiosity beating him and stopping to listen, which made possible receiving such piece of secrecy. "That doesn't mean she loves you." "Maybe, but at least now I know she feels something for me." "Paul, I think you're precipitating over this. You can't jump to conclusions from a conversation you barely listened." "You're right. That's why I'll ask her." "What, you'll talk to her?" "Yes I will, to have this settled at once. I have to know what she really feels for me." "That sounds reasonable." "We understand each other well so she has to be honest on the subject right?" "Yes..." "Oh God, I hope it's true she loves me, and at the same time I hope it's false." This was novelty for Mick after days of Paul's stuborness on his infatuation for the girl. "You are officially a madman." "A madman?" "You pray she's in love with you but hope she's not? What do you want then? And nothing against Melissa 'cause I like her, but what on Earth has she done to you?" "She's bewitched me Mick, she makes me feel like never before. I said so because I've been thinking of this whole thing and, well...just look at me: I'm a middle aged man who has come and gone in life, with two teenage sons, in love with this amazing, young woman who could be their sister, and actually thinking it possible to get involved with her? I have nothing to offer her and I don't mean money-wise, she deserves much more than an economically stable life. She deserves a loving family, a strong, secure, protective man and...I'm not sure I could be that man because of my age." "At least you're being realistic." "I have to. Otherwise I'll go mad...much more than usual." "You definitely need to talk to her." "I will, I will. Let's see how it goes..."

She felt his sulky eyes following her every move. Nothing new to her for she realized she's been the object of his observation for the past months. This time however, it bordered harassment. Everywhere they went with the band those piercing, blue eyes would be staring at her intently. Even now he was playing he'd take a few seconds to contemplate her standing on one side of the stage. But it was an undecipherable look, one which bared plea. Was he trying to say something? She wished to read him and help yet there was that uneasiness, that turmoil in her heart when she saw him. It prevented her from getting close to him now, when before it used to be so easy. Perhaps Joannie was right and her emotions have shifted gradually?

"Is he still looking here?" "You mean if he's looking at you? 'Cause he definitely is." Melissa and Joannie whispered to each other while mingling in the celebration that was Gorillaz's afterparty at a local bar. Since the latter have bought her concert ticket before the former met the band she couldn't see it backstage with her friend. However, she had the opportunity to attend their gathering afterwards thanks to her pal's intervention. Sipping their respective drinks, they became secretive the instant Melissa again sensed him looking at her direction. "Ah man, poor Paul", she moaned at his far-fetched fascination. "Poor Paul? I'd be ecstatic were I in your place. But I see where you're coming from, it must be bizarre to learn someone special's so in love with you, especially with that self-esteem of yours." "Hey thanks." "I'm just saying you need to like yourself a little, there's nothing wrong in admitting you're a great person worth being loved." "But not by him, he's too perfect for little old me. He deserves so much more than a plain Jane. He deserves...you know: classy, sophisticated Barbie, something along those lines." "Just like Barbie, that's plastic. You, on the other hand, are real. Maybe that's what he wants. And speaking of wanting I better warn you, he's coming this way." "What?" "Hey, there you are. I've been looking for you for a while." The women eyed each other skeptically. "Yeah, we know", they thought in unison. Melissa's eyes locked with Paul's for a split second, that which seemed to last longer between them until she exclaimed: "Oh, I believe you haven't met. Joannie, this is Paul. Paul, this is my friend Joannie. She came from New Jersey to see the show." "Nice meeting you." "Likewise man. It was a great show, really good." "Thanks." "Would you please excuse me guys? I gotta get more Coke." Without expecting an answer Melissa left them in their chat, making her way through the crowd until she spotted a familiar face. "Hey!" "Well hello there, long time no see love." Damon's smile grew wider at her presence. "Where've you been all along? You've been out of circulation lately. Everything alright?" "Yeah, everything's fine. Just being a tourist, that's all." "Well you're here now, so now I won't let go off you. Wanna play ping pong? There are tables downstairs." "Sure! It's been awhile since I last played it but what the hell, let's do it." He grabbed her from the waist and made their way to the underground ping pong tables. It had been a long time indeed, she owed it to him to spend quality time together.

But she kept restraining from him nevertheless. Damon had done every possible thing to maintain her satisfied to that point yet she set her distance. It was odd to notice her so indifferent when previously her whole self illuminated at the sight of him. He wondered why this sudden change in such short amount of time. Has she grown weary of him? He trusted this guess to be false, realizing action needed to be taken before it was too late.

The next day turned to be a drowsy one and Melissa decided to take it easy and stay in the hotel and its vicinity. Joannie was back in New Jersey so she was alone for the rest of the day. But that night as she flipped through channels on the television there was a knock on the door. She got off the bed and peeked through its peephole. "Oh no..." she whispered. "Melissa, I heard you. Please open, we need to talk." "Dude, we have nothing to talk about." "Yes we do. Please let me in." She hesitated for a moment. Should she leave him outside or let him in and get this over with? "Melissa, I want to speak to you, not to the door." Taking a deep breath, she opened slowly and stepped aside to let him in.

They were both silent, Melissa looking at the floor avoiding his intense stare. "I will make this brief. I heard you the other day you were speaking with your friend Joannie." She was puzzled at this, still trying to stare down. "What are you talking about? We spoke several times." "I happened to catch a bit of the conversation you had here, when you mentioned me." She abruptly froze. "When we mentioned him? Oh my God!", she shrieked in mute horror. Composing herself she exclaimed: "We mentioned you because I was telling her about how I met all of you in the first place." "Melissa, don't lie. I heard you say you like me and Joannie then suggested you may in fact be in love with me." She realized he would insist unless she was emphatic, so she responded: "What's your point?" "The point is: is it true? Do you love me?" She looked him straight in the eye and said: "No, I don't." He was quiet for a second, almost defeated, when unexpectedly he answered: "I don't believe you." "You don't give up, do you?" "I don't believe you because she's right: your eyes say you do." "Paul..." "See? There it is again, that look in your eyes. You do love me, right? Don't deny it, I'm seeing it." "Please stop, just stop!" she begged, nearly in tears. "No, don't cry dearest. There's nothing wrong in admitting your feelings." I...I'm not worthy of your love", she started rambling. "You don't need a stupid little girl trailing behind your feet, you deserve much more than that. You must have dozens of women crazy for you but it's what they are: women. I'm just a lovey-dovey kid dreaming of being loved by a fantastic man who's much older than her..." "Say no more, little one. Here you have me."

Their eyes locked together once more, no words being necessary to make their emotions clear. It was Paul who grabbed her face tenderly and leaned down to her height. If the first kiss had left her permanently moved, this one made her senses quiver with excitement. She raised her hands to touch his face and shoulders, being too tall for her reach. He pulled her closer to him, grabbed the straps from her sundress and started lowering them to her shoulders. Melissa became nervous at the prospect of making love to a mature man, and not any man but one she'd been thinking of constantly the last weeks. She recalled that day in Cannes when lust took over her, looking at him on the beach. Again she could feel it crawling inside her due to his ripe, confident touch. His lips kissed her cheeks and neck, slowly removing the sundress from her as his hands caressed every curve on her physique. Melissa started unbuttoning his shirt but was too intimidated by his masculinity, overwhelming for her young soul. Paul laughed sweetly and took her to the bed, lying her over it as he took her panties off, leaving her the most exposed. He held his breath as he observed her in loving wonder. She was even more beautiful than he had imagined her, looking at her purest and most fragile. He leaned over her, kissing her mouth as he finished removing his shirt and pants. Even in his age the muscles were still present, increasing in strength as he probbed and tasted every line and hollow of her body, becoming the more aroused with every stroke. "You're simply breathtaking", he murmured in between kisses. Melissa was unable to ellicit any reply, wrapped in pleasure as Paul delved into her flesh, caressing the soft skin with firm fingertips and wet lips. "Love me, please love me." Her sighing was music to his ears as he introduced himself inside her. He was gentle, making sure not to hurt her sensitivity as he thrusted in. She whimpered softly, her hands clinging to his back and her legs curling up to his hips, causing him to quicken his speed and go farther. Their moans intertwined into melodic harmony as he entered incessantly, reaching beyond her very core, making her pull him closer. In a matter of minutes the explosion burst from their bodies as they both advanced to a state of pure bliss, holding each other as their skin melded together. Catching his breath, Paul kissed Melissa once more and smiling down, laid beside her as he gently patted her waist with one hand and her hair with the other, susurrating I love yous to reassure his complete devotion to her.

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Episode 5: Ecstasy of a Kiss

As was accustomed every year, the county of Somerset became swarmed by travelers from all over Britain and the world. Carrying sleeping bags, tents, clothes for the week, cameras and water bottles, from youngsters to elders, people invaded the never-ending land that was Worthy Farm just the way it has been done for 40 years. This being her second journey to southern England, Melissa was as excited as last year. It was one of her dreams to attend the local festival and thanks to Blur she was able to go back and forth that huge estate even in her role as roadie. Bands she would've never thought seeing live, art installations new to her, everything seemed pulled right out of her imagination. Of course the highlight of watching Blur at its finest form was something worth keeping for life, definitely an unforgettable experience. And this time was no different: at the very last minute, Gorillaz became the headliner for the main stage on Friday night. Something related to the other band's singer getting his back injured during rehearsal made this sudden change possible. Damon invited her over, claiming he wanted to see her again after their night out in Cannes. Melissa needed not to analyze: he was clearly interested in her in more than a friendly way, she perceived it in his eyes and actions. And she was glad to know so because she felt the same as well.

He welcomed her with arms wide open, lifting her even with her having a few extra pounds. When he saw her the day just got all the better. He was having a great time on rehearsal but her presence improved his mood considerably. It had been a long time since he felt this way for someone, years actually. There was something about her that made him act differently to his real self. She was smart, sweet, straight-forward, not to mention gorgeous. Was he in love? He didn't know. All he was aware of was of his feelings towards her. He was fortunate to sense she was responding positively to his courtship so at least there was hope for an opportunity on something else with her.

In terms of bands with radio hits, Gorillaz's performance was not as fortunate as expected. However, they displayed a boldly artistic show that challenged the audience's perspective on live concerts. Melissa was grateful for being able to witness it, particularly since she saw it all from a side of the stage. She had the time of her life, singing the songs and moving rhythmically to the beat whilst flashing her smiles to Damon, oblivious to her coquetry, having to keep the audience interested. But he compensated it by spending his time with her right after the gig was finished. Coincidentially, Mick Jones's birthday landed on that same Friday, the reason a small party was held afterwards that same night. Naturally everyone from the crew was present. Melissa strolled around, observing the people having a good time when she spotted Paul in a far corner, distant from everybody else. She found it odd and went his way. Maybe he was in need of good company.

"Why so lonely?" He turned his head and saw her standing a bit close to him. "Oh hey." "Came over to check on you. Are you okay?" "Yeah, I'm okay honey." "You sure? Why are you alone then?" "I don't know, I just don't feel comfortable." "In this party?" "On the festival." "Really? Why?" "I'm not in my element. Never liked it here, it's too hippie and sold out. Joe used to tell me to come over, he used to be here every year, but he never persuaded me." "I had no idea you hated it here." "I don't exactly hate it, I just don't feel identified with it. The Notting Hill carnival, now that is somewhere special." "I've heard of it before but didn't go last year, stupidly." "You should definitely go this time. In fact, we could go together. I may serve you as a guide." Melissa eyed him for a second. Kind of an impulsive invitation, wasn't it? She let go off her contemplation as she responded: "Yeah sure, sounds fun." "Okay, it's settled then. Trust me, you're gonna love it."

She saw him as his hand touched her shoulder while with the other he offered her a bottle of Coke to her. "Sorry for the interruption, did I miss something?" "No Damon, you did not interrupt." Melissa accepted the bottle as the latter asked: "Hey Paul, d'you mind if I take her for a while? We have a conversation in hand." "Sure, we were just ending ours anyway." She studied him once more. He was hesitating over letting go. Was he actually upset? As they left she whispered to his ear: "It's okay, we'll talk later." He turned around to see her walking out with Damon by her side. "Those two are on to something." Paul noticed Mick looking the same direction. "Do you really think so?" His voice sounded distressed, yes, with no attempt to hide it. His friend shrugged off. "What do I know, was just saying."

They walked together in silence, taking note of everything that occured around them. It was Melissa who broke the ice. "What was that conversation you wanted to have with me?" Damon got confused for a second. "Oh that. Nah it was just for Paul to leave you alone...and to be with you." "He wasn't bothering me, we were just talking." "I don't mind the talking but I don't like your constantly being together." "He's just a friend...wait, jealous much?" "I...I, I wouldn't say jealous, I just don't like it when you spend much time with him, or with other men for instance." "Aww Damon, you're jealous." Why deny it? "It's what you make me feel." His naturally deep voice lowered when expressing this, which made Melissa's stomach quiver by such statement. He made her cease her stride. She sensed something important taking place. "Melissa, ever since I met you, and I refer to that night after the Jools Holland gig, you've made quite an impression in me which has had me think of you most of the time. There's something about you I can't describe but nevertheless it's there, and whatever it is, it feels nice. All I'm certain of is that I like you, very much. And something tells me you feel the same, I can see it right through you." Melissa was...well, not exactly surprised since she admitted to be expecting this. Such declaration was not exactly what she hoped for but she didn't mind it, for she sensed what was about to occur. "Yes, I feel the same way." That was all he needed to hear. He grabbed her face and pulled her closer to him. The kiss was passionate, given with confidence, lips devouring into each corner of their mouths. None had to direct the other, both grabbed hands while advancing to the mobile home which was Damon's dressing room during the festival. Once inside they kept kissing, not a long time passing by when they started removing their clothes. Damon tried remaining steady but it was impossible, Melissa's curvy physique driving him so mad he was too aroused to fight back. Their lovemaking was vigorous, each thrust making her whimper in pleasure. She reduced her moans just as his slim figure quickened his rhythm, not wishing to be discovered by passersby. When it was over he laid behind her, their bodies exhausted and drenched in sweat. Damon smiled down on her just as he caressed her features and kissed her mouth. Melissa returned the gesture as she positioned herself on his chest, receiving his warm embrace while they both drifted into sleep.

She was chatting with some friends she encountered a few minutes ago, ecstatic to see them after months of not going out with them. Plans were made to go watch The Dead Weather's performance in less than nothing while toying around like the youthful adults they were. The day was bright and sunny, the one thing she hated had it not been for yesterday night. It had been wonderful, sensuous. She spun around to where Damon was standing, smiling flirtingly while he responded the same way. He watched her from a certain distance, keeping himself away from the sun by staying below shadows. "God, she's amazing!" he exclaimed out loud. "Who's amazing?" Mick wandered by, with Paul beside him, when he heard Damon mutter said affirmation. "What...? Oh nothing, nevermind." "Well that was informative. Oh look, there's Melissa." The three men observed the young woman talking joyfully with the other girls. Again she turned to see Damon, showing that enchanting beam of hers. Paul observed it and looked at Damon. He had the same exact expression. Jesus Christ, did something happen between them last night? "Are you alright mate?" Mick eyed him curiously, Paul's reaction being unusual in him. Luckily Damon didn't listen, too captivated by Melissa's charm. "Yeah I'm fine." Except he wasn't. Oh no he was not.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zllfOqO6IQE

Episode 4: More than Meets the Eye

The mild wind took away some of the spring heat. Turquoise waters crashed with the sand and all on its way. The mid May sun illuminated the city in all of its splendor, already brightened by the heap of actors and celebrities attending the famous film festival. Not a direct part of the gala, Gorillaz however were scheduled to appear on a special edition of a well known French television show to be held in the midst of it. This was Melissa's first time in France and considering her present situation, she was bound to enjoy the experience at its best. Who knew if she would ever come back.

Since she was there as a guest and not as a roadie she was free to go wherever she wanted. Which is why after viewing the band's soundcheck she decided to have a walk on the beach. Funnily enough Melissa was no fan of sunny weather, being born in a coastal town constantly facing extreme temperatures. Twenty four summers later it was more than enough and off she hopped on a plane to Britain hoping to never return to Mexico, or at the very least go away for a long time. There was more than just the climate issues but she decided to limit her thoughts to these. Such a place was worth visiting and time ran fast so all she wanted was to savor the scenery, just the sea and her. Nothing could improve that flicker of peaceful solitude.

Melissa contemplated the horizon while sitting over the sand, its powdery texture blending with the softness of her skin. She noticed someone swimming in the water but paid little attention, instead opening her book to read once more for a while. So interesting was the storyline, she didn't spot the swimmer emerging from the sea, rubbing his eyes to remove the saltiness accumulated on them. He was a tall and lean figure, subtly golden by the sun and with just enough muscle tone to be considered a man of strength. He was walking the opposite way but instead went towards Melissa at the sight of her. "Enjoying your reading?" She raised up her gaze at the sound of that light, soothing voice she was getting used to. "Oh hey, didn't know you were here." Paul Simonon blurt out a chuckle and added: "You would know if you weren't so absorbed in your book." "What can I say? It's a really fascinating story." Another short laugh and he was invited to sit down.

"So, have you enjoyed Cannes this far?" "I have. It's much more gorgeous than in pictures. Have you come here before?" "No, it's my first time here, but I've been to Paris several times." "Nice! Must be exciting to go there regularly. There's always something new to discover in Paris." "Have you gone there?" "Paris? Nah, not yet." Paul stared at the ocean for a few seconds in silence, time during which Melissa observed him. He was really good looking, one of the most handsome men she had ever seen and she had spotted several during her time in London. Merely his profile revealed smooth, masculine features, the narrow, long jawline hidden through a three-day beard, big surly eyes and a straight nose along with the fine mouth. He was a most perfect image of male beauty and he clearly knew it, always wearing the ideal clothes to enhance it. She set her eyes inevitably to his upper body, at that moment clothed with a polo shirt, notably well-built due to exercise even with a thin physique. Melissa became uneasy, a warm wave rushing in her at the sight of such a firm structure capable of giving much pleasure regardless of age. She couldn't help imagine being that fortunate receiver. She shrugged off her lustful observations just as he asked: "Didn't you mention you come from a town by the beach as well?" "Yes, a beach town I wanna leave behind as much as possible, if not forever." "Really? Why? Problems back home?" "...Family issues mostly. And not fitting in also." There was an uncomfortable silence which Melissa interrupted by elucidating: "The thing is, apart from being bullied at school, which I already got over, I never felt identified with people I knew from years, not even with my own relatives. Not only do I have different artistic tastes and such, but our views on life are so distant from each other and obviously I felt so apart from everyone. That's why I didn't have any friends back home, maybe acquaintances but not even remotely close to a friendship. Imagine living somewhere in which everyone's a dog and you're a cat, to give a vague example. I mean, you're pretty much fucked up." "Yes, I can imagine how lonely you felt. And it's unfair 'cause you seem like such a lovely young lady from what we've spoken." His voice was conforting even when the next statement was spoken in a loud whisper: "And I must say, a really pretty one as well. I bet you've had lots of boys knocking on your door." Melissa gave him a look, one which expressed incredulity. "Ha, not even close. I used to be overweight; well, still are to some extent, but since I was considered a fat freak, no one wanted to hang out with me, especially boys. I shouldn't complain though; ever since I arrived in London I've met several worthy guys but nothing serious." "I'm sure there must be someone out there who'll sweep you off your feet." "I hope so." She gave out this answer with a dreamy gaze to the distance, which made Paul wonder if in that party of blokes, she had already met that special someone.

The television appearance was as outstanding as expected. Lots of people attended the live broadcast and cheered enthusiastically for the band at all times. A couple of songs from the new album were played, an interview with Damon included. Even with the language barrier it appears he enjoyed the animated chat between the presenters, all hyped due to the film festival craze. With the French Riviera as background, their performance was basically the icing on the cake for everyone present.

After the show was done everybody went out to dinner and later took a short walk on the streets of Cannes. Once back in the hotel they all headed straight to their rooms. All but Mick and Paul, who decided to have a quick smoke and a few drinks at the bar by the lobby. They chatted nonstop on their current standpoints concerning the band and their lives, evidently relishing that sweet interval. They were minding their own business when in a casual glance, Paul noticed Melissa entering the lobby looking even more beautiful than he had seen her before. By her outfit he guessed she would go out, normal considering her age. Awe took over logic as he couldn't keep his eyes away from her, taking in the vision of grace she was. Excusing himself to Mick, he walked to the lobby to greet her.

"My God, you look gorgeous dear." He watched her closely. Was she blushing? "Thanks", she replied timidly. Her head bent downwards, her shyness rising since she wasn't used to compliments. Paul lifted her chin, looking her straight in the eyes while stating: "Hey, never be ashamed of your beauty. You deserve to be admired, especially after much criticism, don't you think?" Melissa still looked a bit hesitant but her grin assured him she accepted his advice. "So, you're going out?" "Yeah, just somewhere calm since we already had dinner you know." "Yes of course. Besides it's Cannes: you just have to go out and see the city." "Duh, obviously." They both laughed and Paul suggested: "Just try not to be out for too long. I mean a young woman alone on the street is an easy prey you know." "It's ok, I'll be fine..." "Hey, ready to go?" Damon appeared beside them more groomed than usual. "Yeah, I just got down here." She turned to Paul and said matter-of-factly: "Rest assured, I'm not going out alone as you can see." "Oh...well, even better. Have fun and you, take good care of her ok?" Damon exhaled a cackle and replied: "Yes daddy, she'll be alright with me." The three of them waved goodbye, Damon smiling adoringly at Melissa who reacted the same way.

As Paul returned to the bar Mick asked: "Were those Damon and Melissa leaving?" "What...? Uh yeah, it was them." Mick let out a sigh and murmured: "Ahh, the beauty of youth." Paul heard him and nodded but didn't respond, his mind too numb to ellicit any reply. Was Damon fancying Melissa? In case it was true it didn't surprise him, his apology being so sudden coming from him. And even more, did she like him? The way they looked at each other while leaving... It was all none of his concern but he couldn't help being upset. Whatever it was they felt mutually, he did not like it one bit.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oWIleWGFYIc

ACTUALIZACIÓN: Pinche gente de la WMG (Warner Music Group). Ahora resulta que como la canción que escogí les pertenece, Youtube extrajo el audio del video por derechos de autor. Hijos de la chingada me cae. Pero bueno, el video no lo pienso bajar, más que nada por la gente que no tengo en Facebook y por ende no podrán ver el episodio con audio. Así que lo único que les sugiero es que bajen esta canción, True de Ryan Cabrera, y la toquen al ver el video. Así se darán una idea de cómo es el episodio originalmente. Les pido mil disculpas por la molestia.

Backstage Blues//Episode 2: Encounters

The streets were full of eager fans waiting for their entrance to the set. Later...With Jools Holland was considered one of the best television shows in the country due to its wide variety of both local and international artists. Lucky were those who received an invitation to perform there. No matter their independent or mainstream condition, to appear on such program was enough to either form or cement credibility. As members of the latter, Gorillaz had nothing to prove considering their recent supergroup status, rather to allow their followers to enjoy this public phase in the band.

If the album was all about high quality, the live performance was exponentially better. Every musician was in top form on their respective part, all outstandingly led by Damon Albarn as the core and founding member. In reference to the album's naval concept, the whole band wore matching attire: from striped shirts to sailor hats, all set to bring the Plastic Beach experience to life. Within their concentration, they were thrilled to be there, the signs of camaraderie clearly showing among them. Meanwhile the audience seemed to respond slowly but surely to this new chapter in Gorillaz's history. Alas, having well known music icons helped considerably.

Melissa was simply amazed at the surroundings, the idea of a television set quite unfamiliar yet fascinating. Being much more accustomed to concerts, it never crossed her mind to ever attend a live taping. Not even if one of her favorite bands appeared on it. But this time was different. She had been waiting for over a month for this day to come. And she was finally on the front row seeing him answer questions with his friend and collaborator sitting beside him. She'd been trying during the whole show to gain his attention with no success. At that instant she was flashing her best smile in order to be noticed. And she was noticed alright. She felt someone looking at her intently, beaming and avoiding everyone else around despite being surrounded by others. After studying the stranger out of the corner of her eye, Melissa finally recognized him as the band's bass player. Out of courtesy she smiled back but turned her focus immediately to the lead singer and his answers.

A satisfying success. That is how their performance was viewed by everyone in the group. It might take some time for the public to get used to not seeing the animations as much as before but they trusted they would eventually accept this change in its totality. This was all discussed between them while they made their way to exit the set. The tiredness was clear but was disguised through smiles and acknowledgements, especially when once outside they were encompassed by dozens of fans who have been waiting for a considerable amount of time to meet their idols. For a little while they signed autographs, posed for pictures and shook hands back and forth. Damon Albarn was particularly with his hands full until a youthful, female voice kept motioning for him to please sign her CD cover. Much was her insistence he finally moved towards her. She was quite attractive, he had to admit it, with long dark brown hair, eyes the same color as well as a confident attitude while speaking. No less she claimed they knew each other from before, from Blur's reunion tour last year. He was honest and answered with an apologetic smile: "Um well I'm sorry love, but I don't quite remember you." Or did he? Now that she mentioned it, her face started to look vaguely familiar somehow. He had probably seen her somewhere but couldn't place the exact location. As Mick Jones and Paul Simonon came their way he stepped aside so the girl could speak to them. Sure enough she stretched out her hand as she said: "Hi guys, I'm Melissa, nice meeting ya." "Likewise dear", Mick answered back. She waited for the CD cover to be signed and noticed the other man staring at her, all smiles. She recalled him from awhile back, the same who kept looking her way during the taping. A very handsome chap indeed: tall, short dark blond hair, blue eyes, his smile revealed two front crooked teeth which added a boyish charm to his elegant persona. "Well Melissa, I hope we get to see you again someday." His voice was rather...child-like was the word? She didn't expect it from such a good looking, classy older man but she didn't care, it was rather sweet. With Damon in her mind, she responded: "Yeah, I hope so too." The CD cover was finally signed and off they rushed to the vehicle which waited for the band. Melissa waved goodbye to them, inevitably feeling disappointed over her failure.

"Yes, I've seen that girl before, but where?" Damon kept searching through his memories from last year with no answer. She seemed very assured of their knowing each other and yet he couldn't place her. Where did he meet her? On the street? On a show? Backstage somewhere? For starters, what did she say her name is? Melissa she mentioned. "Where and when the fuck did I see you? You do look familiar." It wasn't until several more minutes that it dawned on him: a female roadie helping the crew with the equipment, accompanying the band on tour, speaking with either fans or musicians. He did get to say hi to her but it was just sporadically, being too busy with their schedule they didn't get to chat that much. Such a shame, she was nice enough, at least from what he saw with Graham and the others. Now that he remembered her he knew he had to apologize for his rudeness. He didn't know how or when, but he was determined to do so.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YKu1IQ76pWg&feature=grec_index

Novedades y Serie de Internet

Discúlpenme por no redactar aquí en mucho tiempo. Me ha vencido la flojera de tal forma que me metí a otras páginas en vez de actualizar mi blog. Aunque ya me recibí oficialmente de psicóloga hace más de un mes no he conseguido trabajo. Estoy yendo a una escuelita perteneciente a una tía y allí practico lo aprendido. Ha sido muy enriquecedor desde lo profesional pero el no recibir remuneración está empezando a desmotivarme al punto de ya no querer ir. No sé qué vaya a pasar conmigo pero espero ya trabajar pues me urge dinero con tal de hacer realidad mis sueños.

Hace poco empecé una serie para internet sobre la banda Gorillaz y una fan que tiene mi nombre, soy yo, mas no soy yo; cuando vean el video lo verán. Estoy por empezar el tercer episodio pero como en el segundo no pude poner la descripción completa, decidí poner aquí las descripciones desde el inicio por si a alguien le interesa leerlos. No pondré los videos acá, sólo el enlace pues por alguna razón el internet falla al querer poner la ventana así que sólo será el texto. Advertencia: está en inglés pues la mayoría de mis amigos en Facebook no hablan español, así que escribí en un idioma que casi todos entienden. ¡Disfruten!

BACKSTAGE BLUES

Episode 1: Glimpse

With the new year just recently started, Gorillaz have been recording their third album for the last weeks. Along with Jamie Hewlett's newest art developing to further dimensions, on this occasion frontman Damon Albarn proved to be much more ambitious than what was known by followers and critics, recruiting legendary musicians as Bobby Womack, Mick Jones, Paul Simonon, Lou Reed and Mark E. Smith, as well as a wide range of world acts like Little Dragon and the Hypnotic Brass Ensemble. Having such a stellar array, it would'be been pitiful to place them all behind a screen with no chance of highly deserved public acclaim. Thus the decision of going out on tour worldwide, even if it meant being all too tiresome due to the amount of people and equipment necessary. Nevertheless rehearsals were taking place enthusiastically, the excitement of performing live getting closer as the days went by. Overall, everything seemed to point to a very successful new album.

As it was expected, Plastic Beach was well received by both music critics and fans, the latters joyfully trudging to record shops in order to get their copy. In particular one of them, Melissa, couldn't wait to go home to listen it. She'd been waiting for months ever since word got around of a new Gorillaz album, especially after experiencing Blur's reunion last year. The day had been a rough one, with her boss being much more annoying than usual ranting at everyone around him. All of it went down the gutter as she walked steadily to her apartment, the record finally on her possession. As bad as life could be, music was Melissa's most loyal friend and companion. She relied on it to bear every bittersweet moment, inserting songs on them to always remember what she felt at the time. To her it mattered the world. Music saved her life.

It was fantastic, beyond her expectations. Melissa sat comfortably while the record kept playing. This by far exceeded the past albums. Melodically, lyrically, content-wise, it was perfect as far as she was concerned. A grin crept on her face as she listened but it wasn't solely because of the music. Flashbacks appeared in her mind, memories related to the key person behind the album. Oh she fully enjoyed traveling cross-country, getting to know such different people one of the highlights. Working and making friends with the musicians was something she would treasure for life. Of course, they were all pale in comparison with that frontman of theirs. They didn't get to speak much but those few chats had been unforgettable to her. In spite of the verbal communication being almost nonexistent, they made up for it through nods, smiles, waves, every nonverbal sign to acknowledge each other. "I wonder if he remembers me", Melissa kept thinking as the record came to an end. She knew from a reliable source Gorillaz wouldn't be depending so much on the animations this time, rather there would be a band performing live. This meant he would be there, no question of it. "Hmm, very well, time to start making some phone calls."

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FZgcGt6cqFE&feature=fvsr

La Música es el Verdadero Lenguaje Universal

*Carl Maria von Weber

No es por copiarle el post al buen Kyuuketsuki, pero hace mucho que deseaba redactar algo al respecto así que aprovecho mi ocio voluntario (por tener cosas que hacer y no querer hacerlas) para realizarlo de una vez.

Vaya que lo dicho por von Weber es muy cierto, pues si no fuera por la música, muchos de nosotros no tendríamos razón de ser. Ha sido gran parte de mi vida prácticamente desde el día que nací. No recuerdo alguna ocasión sin que haya escuchado mínimo una canción ya fuese en la radio, la televisión y ahora en internet. Es casi de ley para mi recibir una dosis diaria de melodías animadas de ayer y hoy, como cierta caricatura anuncia. Así que cuando me enteré que nunca más podré escuchar música en mi celular fue prácticamente el querer matar a diestra y siniestra cual demente en el metro Balderas por la frustración (video cabrón en el mal sentido, aviso por si quieren verlo). Lo bueno es que mi viejo mp3 de 1GB aún sirve por lo que el otro día le metí todo lo que pude y desde entonces me la vivo contenta con los audífonos puestos.

Curiosamente hace poco pasaron en VH1 media hora de puros videos de 1999 y mientras veía a aquellos cantantes y grupos que me hicieron enloquecer en mis años mozos, mi mente comenzó a viajar a través del tiempo para reflexionar sobre mi historial musical (linda rima). Ha sido tan variada (ecléctica diría yo) que me sorprende que desde hace unos años se haya mantenido estable hasta ahora. Ahora verán de lo que hablo.

Viviendo bajo el cobijo de una madre con antecedentes pudientes fue común para mi el ver a mis tías, que en aquel entonces contaban con mi edad actual, andar oyendo pura y exclusivamente pop del mainstream ya fuese en inglés o en español. De ahí que me familiarizara con Timbiriche, Flans Tatiana cuando iba dirigida a chicas de su edad, Miguel Bosé, Michael Jackson (RIP), Madonna, etc. Sin embargo hubo dos grupos que a pesar de ser muy distintos entre sí en cuanto a antecedentes y estilos, marcaron mi temprana infancia debido a que ambos tenían rasgos de la música que iría a escuchar más adelante. El primero fue un grupo llamado Microchips, enfocado hacia niños y adolescentes y cantaban obviamente sobre temas concernientes a ese periodo. A pesar de que algunos de los integrantes eran muy jóvenes, tocaban sus instrumentos y tenían una onda pop rock muy padre que créanme, a la tierna edad de 4 años es algo bastante peculiar y chingón por diferente. Por supuesto que fue grupo prefabricado con todo e imagen rockera pero vaya que me gustaron mucho en su epoca. Acá video de una de las canciones que más me gustaron de ellos. No se vayan a burlar. Digamos que ese fue mi primer roce con el rock aunque fuese muy infantil y por la superficie.

El otro grupo que recuerdo con gran alegría es Mecano, unos españoles surgidos en lo que fue la Movida Madrileña de los años ochenta. Con una propuesta distinta al común denominador, dejaron huella en la música pop en español, y por supuesto que México se rindió a sus pies ante la primer escucha. La combinación de la dulce y tierna voz de Ana Torroja y el loco genio de los hermanos Nacho y José María Cano fue lo que hizo que todos volteáramos a verlos y nos diésemos cuenta de la enorme diferencia en cuanto a la calidad de nuestros cantantes con los europeos y los estadounidenses, sobre todo porque trataban temas que los cantantes locales no mencionaban como historias de la vida real y la homosexualidad. De chiquita me parecían "raros"; definitivamente no tenían mucho, si no es que nada que ver, con aquello que los medios imponían como permitido. No sé si alguno de ustedes sabe que sobre todo en la década de los ochenta, el gobierno controló todo lo que se mostraba en las comunicaciones, incluída las propuestas musicales. Fue por eso que las bandas de rock que hicieron historia posteriormente tuvieron que lucharla en el 'underground' para darse a escuchar. Pero de eso hablaré más adelante. Regresando al por qué de lo llamativo de Mecano, aquí un ejemplo.

Así fue que entré a la primaria y seguí escuchando los grupos mencionados anteriormente y algunos tan disímiles como La Onda Vaselina y Hombres G, que fueron mi segundo roce indirecto con el rock. No recuerdo cuándo fui introducida a Caifanes, La Maldita Vecindad y los Hijos del Quinto Patio y Café Tacuba; sólo sé que a veces los pasaban en la televisión y me gustaba lo que escuchaba de ellos, lo cual significó en sí mi primer encuentro con el rock. ¿La razón por la que no recibieron tanta atención de mi parte? Era demasiado superficial en aquellos ayeres (qué querían, estaba chica). Fue gracias a mi papá que por fin tuve mi primer verdadero encuentro con el rock. Gracias a él fue que conocí a Queen y a esta banda. Y no diré nada más porque creo que lo digo todo al poner video de ellos. Aunque sin volverme fan instantáneamente, dejaron huella en mi porque desde entonces no perdí el hilo en cuanto a lo que era aquel género algo desconocido para mi ingenua persona.

Pero bueno, así seguí hasta que llegó 1996, año en el que entré a 5to de primaria, cumplí 12 años, empecé a tener conciencia de las cosas que ocurrían en el país en materia política, me empezó a gustar seriamente el anime y conocí a esta banda.

Nunca me había atrapado la música de una banda tan abruptamente como con La Ley. No sé qué fue lo que me atrajo hacia ellos. Creo que fue todo: la melodía, las letras, la imagen semiglam que tuvieron en el disco Invisible, la voz y el carisma de Beto Cuevas (quien fue mi primer amor platónico en serio). Entiendan cuando les digo que me obsesioné al punto de hablar de ellos todo el tiempo. De por sí mis compañeros no soportaban mi presencia, así que de plano alucinaron mi admiración enfermiza. Con decirles que una vez que cada uno de nosotros tuvimos que mandarle un mail a un pen pal (primera vez que usábamos internet), cuando me tocó lo redacté demasiado largo, y todo por hablarle de la banda de la cual estaba enamorada. Sí, estaba loca. Lo cierto es que a raíz de haberme vuelto fan de una banda de rock, fue que comencé a buscar más bandas del género. Fue así que a pesar de haberme vuelto fan posteriormente de las Spice Girls y Hanson y llegar a gustarme cosas como Mercurio, Magneto, Fey, etc. (lo sé, mátenme), conocí a Guillotina, La Gusana Ciega, La Lupita, Aterciopelados, Los Fabulosos Cadillacs, Soda Stereo, Héroes del Silencio, demasiadas bandas como para enlistarlas. Incluso, fue tanto el gusto que me brindaba el rock que llegué a tomar clases de guitarra acústica en 6to de primaria (no había de guitarra eléctrica). Aprendí muy poco, para ser sincera, pero cómo disfruté. Ese año fue la música lo que me mantuvo de pie ante tanta mierda que ocurrió a nivel social.

Llegó la secundaria y con ella el abandono de las clases de guitarra. Ya fuera por falta de tiempo o ganas desesperadas por encajar con mis compañeros, el caso es que fui alejándome poco a poco del rock y le di paso al llamado bubblegum pop, también llamado pop de plástico. De quien fui fan incondicional fue de los Backstreet Boys y de Christina Aguilera ya que me llamaba la atención cómo cantaban. Porque eso sí: si hay algo a lo que le doy mucha importancia en cuanto a música es a la parte vocal. Debido a eso, defendí a muerte a los BSB y a Christina por sobre N'Sync y Britney Spears quienes admitámoslo, eran más populares pero igualmente menos talentosos. Fue la epoca en la que compré revistas de contenido adolescente-sofocante (y gracias a los cuales supe de Jessica Simpson, Westlife, 5ive y demás cantantes y boy-bands predecibles y seguros, si saben a lo que me refiero). Como toda adolescente con hormonas recién activadas, suspiraba por Nick Carter y Kevin Richardson mientras bailaba y cantaba todo lo de Britney y Christina. Sin embargo en 3ro de secundaria me hice cuasifan de Bon Jovi (sólo esa vez, ya no me gustan), lo que significó el punto de transición ya que al entrar en la prepa una banda inglesa sacó un disco tan mal visto como el anterior pero eso no impidió que me enamorara de sus canciones y de su carismático y chingón vocalista.

A pesar de que los conocí con el Be Here Now, fue con el Standing on the Shoulder of Giants que me volví incondicional fan de Oasis. El hecho de que me recordaran a The Beatles (por lo que han sido criticados incesantemente) fue lo que hizo que me gustaran en demasía, lo admito. Musical y personalmente eran directos, cero adornos, sin rodeos, con mil agallas y mucho r0ck; todo eso me hizo rendir pleitesía a la figura de Noel Gallagher y todo lo que tuviera que ver con ellos. Creo que fue gracias a Oasis que inicié inconcientemente mi amor por Inglaterra y todo lo relacionado con el país. Retomé la travesía y me embarqué en el género, pasando por varios grupos de habla inglesa: The Verve, Coldplay antes de la locura mediática que los rodea en la actualidad, Red Hot Chilli Peppers, Korn, Linkin Park, REM, The Police, The Cure, Pink Floyd, hasta que llegó otra banda, esta argentina.

Catupecu Machu fue otra banda que me atrapó tan sólo escucharlos. De nuevo, no sé qué fue lo que hizo que me volviera fan aparte de sus significativas letras y la estridencia de la guitarra. Los videos y testigos oculares que conocí a través de internet me dijeron que sus conciertos eran energéticos y que eso les había ganado un gran fan base en su país natal. Algo que debo agradecerles es que haya conocido a gente increíble con la cual aun me llevo años depués. Incluso me afectaron de tal manera que volví a escuchar música en español después de años de haberme alejado de ella. Fue así que conocí a la única banda mexicana de la cual soy fan: Zoe. Ellos me recordaron indirectamente a Oasis debido a su influencia netamente británica, por lo que una vez más tocó buscar a las bandas madres (por llamarles de una forma) para conocer la raíz de toda esta cadena de grupos de calidad.

Pero lo dijo Kyuu y es una verdad universal: no sólo de rock vive el hombre. A pesar de que es el género dominante en mi gusto musical, sabía que debía explorar otros horizontes. Tarea nada fácil, pues del pop sólo conocía lo que salía en la tele y la verdad ya no me gustaba nada de eso. Sería por eso que para cuando estaba empezando la universidad, poco a poco fui descubriendo programas y estaciones de radio alternativas que pasaban artistas que el mainstream no promocionaba. Y me pasó algo que no me había pasado desde hace tiempo: me hice fan de una artista femenina. Desde que oía a Fey y bailaba como ella, me había volcado hacia las bandas con claro dominio masculino. Supuse que las mujeres sólo se dedicaban a bailar y sobre todo exhibirse (gracias por proyectar eso, Britney & co.) por lo que no hice caso a las propuestas femeninas. Sin embargo sería gracias a esta mujer que creí de nuevo en la sensibilidad artística de mi género y me hizo amar a otras igualmente talentosas (léase Fiona Apple, Cat Power, etc.). En este caso es la islandesa más famosa en el mundo: la divina Björk.

Otra vez un momento importante llegaría a mitad de la carrera pues fue cuando llegaron la banda, el cantautor y el guitarrista que me hicieron decidir en definitiva que mi destino era la música.

The Smiths me cautivaron cuando vi el gran documental de la BBC 7 Ages Of Rock. Había oído que los mencionaran alguna vez en X o Y canal anteriomente pero recién fue al escuchar la canción del video que ahondé en su material y terminé enamorándome. Nunca había escuchado a alguien tocar la guitarra como Johnny Marr, quedé impresionada al oírlo crear esas bellas melodías como la de There Is A Light That Never Goes Out o Bigmouth Strikes Again, además de haber creado por supuesto, la madre de todos los riffs: el efecto del tremolo en How Soon Is Now. Y por supuesto no se puede hablar del genio de Marr sin el genio de Morrissey, hombre que se ha vuelto toda una inspiración para mi persona por transmitir en sus canciones muchos de los sentimientos que he tenido a través de los años. The Smiths posibilitó que me llegasen a gustar bandas de todo tipo: Franz Ferdinand, The Who, Joy Division junto con su derivado New Order, Nick Drake, Radiohead, de veras que de todo un poco. Pero hay una banda que merece una mención honorífica pues los conocí de la nada, por andar merodeando en flogs y ver su nombre en muchos de estos. La curiosidad me venció y cuando me di cuenta, estaban dando un memorable concierto en el DF y a raíz de él, a pesar de no haber asistido, llegué a conocer a la gente más hermosa e increíble de este continente. Y debo agradecerle el que me haya posibilitado profundizar en la escena independiente de Estados Unidos, país que dejé de lado después de mucho rato de andar involucrada con bandas británicas. Esta va dedicada a mis amigas de Argentina, Chile y por supuesto mis queridas patriotas.

Y sin más para decir pongo punto final a este largo post. Debo decir que es más que obvio cuánto amo la música, y eso que tengo la certeza de que me falta mucho más que descubrir. Muchos de ustedes pensarán que soy algo cerrada en cuanto a mis gustos y tal vez sea cierto. ¿Alguien podría ayudarme a ampliarlo?

UPDATE: El sábado descubrí (sí, usé en en exceso esa palabra) que aun puedo escuchar mis archivos de mp3 que tenía guardados en el celular para alegría mía. De ahora en adelante regresaré al modo audífonos-conectados-a-celular-ininterrumpidamente, he dicho.

Reportando desde la Uni

Sí sí, en estos momentos estoy en el área de Informática de la biblioteca. No tengo mucho tiempo para redactar pues en menos de veinte minutos tengo paciente así que seré breve.

En cuanto a lo escolar, exceptuando el que por obvias razones hay varios encargos y los primeros parciales son en dos semanas (lo usual), sigue siendo una mierda por el asunto del servicio social/prácticas profesionales. Esto último lo explicaré con más tiempo otro día. Tal vez el hecho de que ya quiero terminar y mandar todo al diablo hace que el tiempo pase lento y que yo haga las cosas mal por la ansiedad. Por lo mismo, mi mamá anda insoportable conmigo desde hace varios días y dicho mal humor no da signos de desaparecer. En otras palabras, odio su actual periodo acusador.

Pero supongo que no todo apesta. Al menos no en términos generales. En este momento tengo una pequeña alegría que ahuyenta un poco mis nervios. Es que, ¿qué creen? ¡¡THE CRANBERRIES SE REFORMAN!! No pude creerlo cuando leí la noticia, es de lo mejor que me he enterado en lo que va de la semana (lo más mejor, como quien dice, será cuando se resuelva/yo resuelva mi situación del servicio/prácticas). Si vienen a México espero que las locuras que haga con tal de ir causen el resultado esperado. Quería dejarles video pero en la red de la uni no te permiten accesar a redes sociales. P.U.T.O.S. Afortunadamente en el link donde viene la noticia hay un playlist con algunas de sus canciones más conocidas así que los invito a endulzarse el oído. Aquéllos que no los conocen valen la pena de verdad.

En la madre, poco más de cinco minutos para que den las cinco. Y acaba de marcarme la abuela de mi paciente al celular avisando que ya llegaron. Oops, jeje. Bueno me voy.

UPDATE: ¡Problema resuelto! El jueves entregué mi carta de cierre del servicio social y el viernes la del inicio de las prácticas. Empiezo el lunes. =D Lo que sí es que me dijo la directora que llevara "ropa casual, excepto jeans azules". Chale, y yo que me la vivo con jeans. =S

UPDATE #2: Entre la (cuasi)separación de Oasis y la muerte de DJ AM (ex novio de la ex amiga de una famosa 'celebridad' innombrable), me siento culpable de haber tenido un buen viernes. El que una compañera casi me echara de cabeza frente a la coordinadora de la carrera, diciendo si mi tía me supervisaría las prácticas (porque las haré en la escuela donde estuve en la primaria y donde ella es maestra), hubiera sido la cereza del pastel si no fuera porque tuve la suficiente sangre fría para ignorarla en el momento en que lo dijo. Fuera de eso, el resto del día estuvo bien.

Miércoles Deportivo

Había estado muy frustrada desde que me enteré que el partido de México-Estados Unidos sería transmitido en la tarde. Esto por el hecho de que mis clases se llevan a cabo precisamente en esas horas del día. Así que podrán imaginarse mi ansiedad en la clase de las 2:30 al escuchar el grito de la gente concentrada en la cafetería de la universidad mientras yo anotaba lo más importante que la maestra decía. Creo que se compadeció de nosotras porque a las 3:20 se acabó la clase, cuando en realidad acaba a las cuatro, y rápidamente me fui a la cafetería para ver lo último del primer tiempo. Como lo imaginaba, ésta estuvo abarrotada de estudiantes ansiosos ante el resultado del partido, que en ese momento era de 1-1. Cuando regresaba al salón le hablé a mi papá para preguntarle si quería que le dijera el resultado parcial y al comentarle que tenía clase justo cuando empezaría el segundo tiempo me dijo que me la volara. WTF O sea mi papá, que se supone debería decirme que está mal abandonar clases por algo tan instrascendente como el fútbol, resulta que me da libertad para quebrantar una regla (¿eso es acaso?). Así que después de pensarle por un par de minutos, le dejé mi tarea de la siguiente clase a una compañera y que me vuelo la clase. xD Y al final valió la pena ya que pude ver el segundo gol de México que permitió que ganasen.

Ese miércoles no fue deportivo sólo por el partido sino que también ese día comencé mis clases de Zumba. Para los que no saben qué onda, es una clase de una hora en la cual bailas géneros populares como salsa, cumbia, pop, reggaetón (vómito), hip hop, etc. Dentro de todo estuvo tranquilón así que me cansé mas no tanto. La instructora, que de hecho está embarazada de cinco meses y aun así le da, me dijo después que a veces la hacen más dinámica pues luego ponen más reggaetón (en ese momento vomité en mi boca; había sido demasiado con la única canción que pusieron en esa primer clase) y hacen más movida la cosa. Hoy jueves (bueno ayer) me cansé más pero no fue suficiente para ponerme de malas por todo lo que sudé. LOL Una chava que baila bastante bien me contó que lleva 16 kilos bajados en diez meses que ha ido al Zumba. A ver cómo me va pues yo soy muy impaciente y necesito ver resultados a la de ya para motivarme.

Y que me voy enterando en la noche que falleció Les Paul. Gracias a él tenemos tanto las hermosas guitarras que tocan gente desde Jimmy Page hasta Slash como el multitrack recording (búsquenle), pioneros inventos ambos. Acabo de leer una semblanza suya y vaya que el cuate tuvo una vida más que productiva/chingona. Maestro, descanse en paz donde quiera que esté. En su honor aprenderé a tocar la guitarra ahora sí, nada de postponer los planes y demás. Sé que me quedé corta con la mini dedicatoria pero chequen este post, acá les quedó bien fregón.

Ah, otra cosa. Ya se me estaba olvidando.

Mi vida apesta, de veras que sí. =( ¿Qué putas tengo que hacer para poder ir a uno de esos festivales?

Posteo Pre-Regreso A Clases

Estoy oficialmente a menos de 24 horas de empezar mi noveno semestre de la carrera, el último de los que conforman la licenciatura en Psicología en la uni en la que estudio. Básicamente es el principio del fin. No pensé que el día fuese a llegar pero está ya a la vuelta de la esquina. Y cada día que pasa significará un paso más hacia mi objetivo de recibirme y acabar con esta locura. Porque nunca tuve pensado estudiar esta profesión, mucho menos dedicarme a ella. Fueron las circunstancias las que me alejaron de mis sueños artísticos y me encaminaron hacia los sociales. Curioso, estudio algo que se enfoca en llevarte bien con los demás y es lo que menos hago: llevarme súper con el resto de los seres humanos. ¬¬ Lo que me preocupa de este semestre es: completar las horas del servicio social, terminar la tesis satisfactoriamente, pasar mis materias. Si a eso le agregamos el que estoy pensando en ahora sí hacer ejercicio con tal de adelgazar y demás asuntos de índole personal, podría decirse que esta segunda mitad del año será todo menos relax. u_u

Por lo pronto lo único que puedo hacer es echarle todas las ganas a lo que me toque hacer, motivarme ante el conocimiento de que esto es lo último y que por ende pasará rápido (espero), y disfrutar a lo largo del proceso de las cosas que más me gustan: música y literatura (sospecho que de esto será menos ya que muchas de las tareas incluyen libros que leer así que me quitan mucho tiempo). Hablando de música, aquí va video de una banda a la que me introdujo Lilian en estas vacaciones que están por terminar, si mal no recuerdo. Es de lo que más escucho últimamente y estoy obsesionada con ellos. ¿La banda? The Kills. Jamie y Alison rulean. =D

¿Bonito? ¿Feo? ¿Quién Lo Dice?

Ya van dos o tres días seguidos que por falta de programación a mi gusto termino cambiándole a E! para variarle un poco al contenido. No soy muy asidua a este canal aunque a veces lo veo sólo por The Soup, y ni siquiera eso hago ahora ya que mis horas de servicio social me llevan toda la mañana y parte de la tarde que es cuando pasan dicho programa. Retomando, en este par o tercia de días cambiándole ahí por azares del destino he visto especiales enfocados hacia aquellas personas consideradas "hermosas" por la aplastante mayoría de la suciedad, ah perdón, sociedad. Debo tener un problema en la vista o de verdad mis gustos son muy bizarros, ¿pero me creerían si les confesara que de todos los mencionados, capaz apenas uno se me hizo remotamente atractivo? Sobre todo en el caso de los hombres. Digamos que cuatro de cada cinco cumplían con el prototipo promedio del "físico ideal": facciones finamente esculpidas, sonrisa Colgate (ni explico esto porque es obvio), cuerpo lleno de bolas (léase músculos) con especial énfasis en el tan choreado six-pack, bronceado onda surfista, posando en paños menores (gag moi). No todos reunían cada uno de los requisitos pero muchos los cumplían. Y por supuesto no faltaban las féminas que decían que fulano es el hombre más bello del mundo, que se mueren por sutano, que harían lo que fuera por perengano; lo de siempre. Pero esto último no debería criticarlo ya que yo misma he tenido mis momentos fangirl; digo, quién no. Pero es que la neta los cuates que salieron en esos conteos...nomás no. Lo "atractivo" de acuerdo a mi percepción no basta con un físico digno de Mr. Universo. De hecho no me gustan los tipos así, como diría Majo. Debe haber mucho más allá. Y ni me hagan explicarles los conteos de mujeres bellas, que de eso ya todo mundo sabe de memoria y daría cuerda para rato.

Ah, ¿ya les relaté del conteo de los mejores y peores cuerpos playeros? Así como leen: lo mejor y lo peor. Mientras que en los mejores aparecieron figuritas sin substancia (Paris, Jessica A., Eva, largo etc.), el otro lado de la moneda mostró, de lo que alcancé a ver, a personajes dignos de mi admiración por su genio y trabajo a lo largo del tiempo. Por dar los tres ejemplos que vi: Jack Nicholson, Gérard Depardieu y Amy Winehouse. Dos de mis actores favoritos y una cantante de la cual adoro su voz por más drogadicta que la joven sea, fueron criticados por no poseer cuerpo digno de mostrarse en la playa. De veras que la gente es frívola. ¿Acaso no saben que los individuos con talento son tan geniales que no requieren de un físico despampanante para deslumbrar? Viven de su creatividad y no de su imagen, a diferencia de "celebridades" carentes de materia gris.

La apariencia es algo con lo cual he vivido peleada desde que tengo uso de razón. Fui tachada de gorda desde los cinco años cuando aparentemente no lo era, y así fue hasta que terminé la secundaria. Por desgracia me dejé llevar por los cometarios malintencionados y el resultado es que tengo sobrepeso y lucho diariamente contra ello. Opino que a pesar de no cumplir con los estándares actuales de la belleza femenina, la gente debería tomarme en cuenta por mi carácter y forma de pensar. Digo, es una mentalidad honesta, ¿verdad? Han habido los que me respetan por eso pero por supuesto que la mayoría no concuerda. ¿Acaso estoy mal? ¿Debería ceder ante la presión social y cambiar mi look para "mejorar mi vida"? Según mi mamá si adelgazara mis problemas se resolverían. Sólo diré que dichos problemas son de tal índole existencial que tengo la certeza de que un extreme makeover no haría una diferencia en mi persona.

Como puse en el primer párrafo, debe haber mucho más que una cara bonita. Personalmente me atraen la inteligencia, la creatividad, un sentido del humor ingenioso, una mentalidad abierta, la capacidad de sostener una conversación interesante. Si hay habilidades artísticas son puntos extras, jeje. Esa debe ser la razón por la cual mis amores platónicos son mayormente músicos, y les doy algunos nombres para probarlo aunque me dé pena: Peter Hayes, Jonny Greenwood, Johnny Marr, Brett Anderson. Los percibo atractivos y poseedores de algunas de las características recién mencionadas, si no es que todas. Seguramente otros no pensarán igual que yo pero de nuevo, ¿quién lo dice? La mayoría no siempre tiene la razón, es algo que he aprendido con los años. Por lo cual yo digo: la sociedad que siga con sus gustos, y yo con los míos.

Cambio de Look

Después de mucho averiguar y observar, logré cambiar la plantilla del blog a una cercana a mi estilo. Tenía pensada en una negra con flores pero al final no me convenció y me puse a buscar algo más atrayente. Unas cinco imágenes posteriormente, me decidí por esta.

En otros asuntos, el martes suspendí definitivamente mi servicio social en la guardería a la que iba. Llegué a la conclusión de que aquéllo que me estaban enseñando no me servía de nada y sólo estaba perdiendo el tiempo. Incluso mi mamá llegó a decirme más adelante que me veía más contenta, ya que hasta el martes en la tarde me veía muy estresada y molesta por toda esa situación. Darle la noticia a la directora no fue tan difícil como esperaba, de hecho dio a entender que lo veía venir. Lo difícil fue el tener que decirle adios a la niña quien puso su confianza en mi persona. Verla tan angustiada me puso muy mal. Me gustaría hacer algo por ella, siento que no puedo dejar esa breve empatía así como así.

Ayer jueves fui a una escuela también cercana a mi casa y me dieron el ok. Iré la próxima semana de 7:30 am hasta las 3 pm (flojera mil). La siguiente semana a esa será de descanso, las dos seguidas iré de 8 a aproximadamente la 1 o 2 para el campamento de verano, se vienen otras dos de vacaciones antes de entrar a clases y el 24 de agosto retomo las siguientes tres semanas para completar las 200 horas requeridas.

Mis amigas chilenas ya pueden jactarse de haber visto en vivo a Brett Anderson POR FIN, después de más de un año de exasperante espera. Las envidio con ganas. Sanamente claro. Felicidades Vero, Sara y Cotty. Espero que algún día me toque verlo en vivo y al igual que la suertuda de Cotty, conocerlo en persona. Por lo pronto me conformo con esto (cortesía de Sara).

Por Qué Quiero Conseguir el DVD del 7 Worlds Collide

Me declaro fan de todos los artistas que aparecen en este video, en especial de los tres individuos del minuto 1:50-1:53 que son LO MÁS. <3

And All That Jazz

Desde que vi el documental de 7 Ages Of Rock supe que para comenzar a convertirme en músico, que es mi sueño semiguajiro porque a pesar de lo difícil lo lograré, debía adentrarme en los orígenes del género. Saco esto a colación porque la otra noche cuando salía de bañarme prendí la tele y no recuerdo si fue porque estaba en ese canal o le puse ahí, el caso fue que en el Canal 22, de los pocos que me gustan, estaban pasando un concierto de cuatro músicos desconocidos para mi. Y fue el virtuosismo que mostraron lo que me hizo dejarle hasta el final. Resultó que eran cuatro de los grandes jazzistas de la actualidad que tocaban en conjunto por primera vez, esto en el marco del Festival de la Ciudad de México. Sus nombres:

Ray Anderson - Trombón

Han Bennink - Batería

Greg Cohen - Bajo

Marc Ribot - Guitarra

Me declaro fan de Han Bennink, oh sí.

Recomendación: busquen material de los cuatro en Youtube. Esto es de la presentación que dieron en el Teatro de la Ciudad por el festival antes mencionado y fue lo mejor que hallé; sólo muestra la genialidad de uno pero todos rockearon en esa ocasión (hablo en serio, mostraron más talento y actitud que otros que se autodeclaran 'maestros').