viernes, 28 de octubre de 2011

My Freaky Saturday (and a week after that)

We all know that the morning after is usually not a pretty one, right? Especially when the ugly truth of having fried my laptop and cheated on my boyfriend (in order of importance) hit me. The physical hang-over was non-existent, though: I remembered everything, which made it all much worse.

I mean, seriously? how could I have done all of that? How much could my life have changed in a week? How much could my life have changed in one night! Yet there wasn’t enough time to horrify about it. I had to get my laptop fixed and that was priority number one, so I grabbed the wallet, the iPod and the keys: quiet reflection and epiphany came to a second place in the event of not having a Facebook account to check obsessively.

How had it all started? I asked myself, lying down on my bed, laptop fixed and thinking mood on. How the whole me dating a drug dealer who happened to be the gentlest man I had ever met had happened? I had had the best week I had memory of and I had brilliantly fucked it up, due to some absynth and a blonde girl who triggered my very sensitive let's-blow-the-whole-thing-up mode. Of course, me having dated a drug-dealer could have been very well construed as a flare of the very same mode. Didn’t matter though: things were fucked, thoroughly and inexplicably, and the cause was the least of my concerns back then.

So, it sucked. Basically. It sucked on Saturday and Sunday and Monday and Tuesday. It sucked through the hospital hours and through the coming and going, it sucked through the beach afternoons and the Indie Rock Playlist, it sucked at night and it sucked at mornings, it sucked. Really. It did. That’s why when I logged in Facebook Wednesday afternoon and I found the inbox Diego had sent me my heart started beating a tattoo on my chest.

Diego February 23 at 11:32
What happened to you the other night?

Me February 23 at 4:00
Absynth, apparently. I’m sorry. I’m really, really sorry about that night.

Diego February 23 at 4:02
I sure hope so. Tomorrow, coffee?

Me February 23 at 4:03
Perfect.

Thursday I woke up in peace with the world, with plans of calling Diego and giving it another try. The hospital was great, and when I came back and opened my Facebook account the only thing I wanted to do was to send him an inbox and get him back.

Didn’t happen, though. The first thing on my newsfeed was a picture of him with the blonde girl, looking like an item, fingers touching each other and a painful comment saying “having a good time there, Diego!”. I updated my Twitter status to a “why does a blonde girl always have to be involved?” and closed the laptop. It was time to read the psychiatry article I had been procrastinating.

I did manage to read the article, as a matter of fact. Diego had just won the privilege of being graciously kicked out my brain by Kretschmer’s personality theories.

It was about time to go back to my group, the one I had so mindlessly left when the blue-eyed beau had entered my life. I had been sent inboxes and emails, not to mention the invitations I had declined in hope of meeting Diego once again. The party of the weekend was Marcelo’s birthday, to which I had not been invited because at the moment we didn’t speak to each other. Morpheus, another acquaintance of mine, was also celebrating his birthday.

I went to the live-stream HD opera that early afternoon, with the Elf's aunt and sister. At night I put on my red heels, the blue blouse and the red lipstick once again. I certainly wasn't expecting anything to happen, but it did. I never saw Diego again. It didn't matter.

viernes, 7 de octubre de 2011

Soundtrack 2011 - III (Q3)

So, talk about surprises? Seriously? Talk about how a charming Schwabenland Kardio life turned into a land-of-the-free infatuation and a sudden interest over the details of the USMLE STEP 1? Talk about how my Islam conceptual affair turned into a (double) affair with the Middle East(ern guys)? Talk about my life-long dream of living on my own and publicly bragging about my housewife skills! Talk about Saturday's  afternoons coming back (and surpassing) all their geeky glory. Talk about this quarter. Talk about me.

1) Yellow Submarine - The Beatles
As usual after the VISA, the paperwork, the tickets and the packed bags i freaked out about being away (again) from el Malecón. And by freaking out i mean the whole nine yards, as in crying all the time, lurking an old flame into liking me again just for the fun of it (then dumping him), dragging my poor mutti down to some Chinese soup at ten something at night and saying goodbye to every wall, pic and stone in my house. You know what i couldn't get out of my mind? This song. So we sailed onto the sun, 'till we found the sea of green...


2) Seeman - Rammstein
Regardless of what the uninitiated might think (you know who i'm taking about), German music, particularly industrial metal, doesn't necessarily mean yelling and screaming and Satan stuff. Yes, one of my favourite songs is "Ich bin ein wahrer Satan", from ASP, but Seeman by Rammstein is a poem made into a song. Seriously. Just ask for the translation one of these days. You'll be surprised.
(by the way, remember the Ode to Joy, from the 9th? another German poem made into a song)

3) ... baby one more time - Britney Spears
#Mainstreamisnottheenemy. Just saying.

4) Cost - Folly and the Hunter
Indie happy (damned) good music. The kind of song that clings somewhere between my ear and my headphones and just won't let got. Thank God for that.

5) Stairway to Heaven - Led Zepellin
There's a lady who's sure all the glitters is gold, and she's buying a stairway to heaven. According to Pon Pon, the most emotional, heartfelt song in all of classic metal. I (as usual) agree with him.

6) Devil vs. Heater - Priory

7) Penny Lane - The Beatles
Penny Lane for me was Kate Hudson's character on Almost Famous, pretending not to have feelings for Russell while secretly being madly in love with him. Trust me, i've had my Penny Lane moments... which always ended up in my own Morocco journeys (called appropriately Deutschland 2008, Deutschland 2009 and Detroit 2011). But then i listened to this song, and learned that Penny Lane was a street, just like Porta. And, just like that, the spell finally was broken.

8) Bernard's Watch - Bearfoot Beware


9) Fragments of an Island - My little Pony


10) Girl - The View


11) Gymnopedie No. 1 - Erik Satie
Assassini, my favorite book, in my hands. Drew Summerhays reigning over his Fifth Avenue turf while Ben Driskill finds his way through the Egyptian desert sands into the Vatican Octopus that tries to save itself by sinking everybody else down. This is magnificent writing, with a magnificent soundtrack behind. Thank you Amazon.

12) Moon River - Audrey Hepburn
Really, the whole movie craze that got me in July started with a make-up video from Lisa Elderige recreating Audrey Hepburn's make up on "Breakfast at Tiffany's". So i watched the movie and sent a email to my dad... talking about old movies. Then, out of the blue Space Odyssey, Dr. Strangelove and Full Metal Jacket came alone, and how could i watch Full Metal Jacket without watching Apocalypsis Now? And what about Citizen Kane and Casablanca and Midnight Cowboy and the Shinning and A Clockwork Orange? And The Graduate? And...? should i go on?

13) Paint it Black - The Rolling Stones
Francis Ford Copolla, direct quote: "My movie is not about Vietnam... my movie is Vietnam."

14) Teenage Dirtbag - Wheatus
Man i feel like mold... it's prom night and i'm lonely, low and behold: she's walking over to me, this must be fake; my lip starts to shake. How does know who i am? and why does she give a damned about me? 


15) The Promise - Michael Nyman
Again, listening to a BSO of a movie i haven't seen. But the piano... the piano...

16) Baile de los pobres - Calle 13
Me dancing at night in my Detroit mini-apartment to this song... tú tomas agua destilada, yo agua con microbios.

17) Goshen - Beirut
Yes, Beirut, again. It's for a good cause, you know. Oh, you don't? Just close your eyes and feel. I mean it. Just close them... let yourself go. Let yourself find that place which you didn't even suspected you could get into and let go.


19) Hurt - Johnny Cash
Somehow his voice talks about unhealed wounds and memories i think he'd rather forget. The indecency of a long-waited goal that was finally achieved only to reveal its emptiness. The fear of death and the completion of an incredibly colourful life that, sometimes, doesn't seem eventful enough. This songs makes me fear about my future. But mostly, it makes me want to have a future i would fear losing.

20) Port of call - Beirut


21) Belongings - Clock Opera


22) 1975 - Milo Greene


23) Dog days are over - Florence + The Machine
Alex DeLarge. Good ol' times are not only back: they just got so much better...