Saturday, October 08, 2005


So, the time for a haircut had to come, and it did, just a few hours ago and it feels pretty strange. I guess I have about a pound less weight on my head.
The haircut experience is always disturbing for me and today was particularly weird since I went to a new place, it's a spa for grown women (¿?) they serve you cold water and fruit and wash your hair before and after your haircut, not the usual barbershop treatment. So it made the experience bearable.
I hope the haircut serves its purpose: getting me a job, see, this is a pretty obnoxious country and an engineer its not supposed to have long hair and listen to (let a lone make) rock music.
So that's probably what an underdeveloped country is...

Wednesday, May 25, 2005

Hating finals

By the end of the semester it's always the same s**t: the academic staff programs all the finals so that they fit everyone's schedule and then... all the teachers and students do whatever the hell they want with the dates and hours, and I get screwed.
I particularly hate when there's nothing you can do about having two finals at the same time, I had to do each in half the time (and probably I'll score half the grade), so to my future colleagues a big f**c you, thanks!

Saturday, March 05, 2005

Rediscovering Rubber Soul

I was introduced to The Beatles being very young by my guitar/bass/life teacher María Cecilia, she was a Colombian version of your average Haight Ashbury hippie, for real, she even has the LPs she bought when she was young, and she denied to teach me how to play Smells Like Teen Spirit and instead she taught me Norwegian Wood.
And a fan was born.
Since then I, along with other mopheads, have been collecting music, video, books, memorabilia and tons of useless facts about the fab four, and as I was being overwhelmed by the huge quantity of material we found, I reached a point from which I started to unconsciously choose a favorite album or period.
My favorite period has changed with time; I guess that people just change, don’t we? and now, cruising 2005 I’ve stumbled upon Rubber Soul.
-Hey, what’s the name of the song that The Beatles sing when they arrive to Pepperland? The one they revive the Major with?
-I think its “Think for Yourself”
Click, search, find… Rubber Soul, track 5.
Apart from being featured in a Mafalda comic strip, I couldn’t remember anything in particular about that album, but that particular bit of the movie had led me there. And there it was, Norwegian Wood, and Nowhere Man, Michelle, Girl, In My Life, so many good songs, all the ones I first learned to play, but rediscovering Rubber Soul, means discovering its secret wonders, like The Word, Wait and Think For Yourself which are, in my opinion, a prelude to Revolver and Sgt Pepper.
Rubber Soul is rubbery, bending to the beat sounds of 62-64 and to the acidity of 66-68, managing to have a little of everything in a coherent sounding record (I am talking about the English version of the record), innovative and daring, and meaningful, still today.
So for now, I’ll dry my ears listening to it, and burn my fingers playing Drive My Car.

Monday, January 03, 2005

The Smoking Souls

The Smoking SoulsRandom... Selecting Topic... Topic:Local Bands

I'd like to start my blog hyping a local band called "The Smoking Souls" who's concert I engineered some days ago. Some pictures are mandatory, and further information WILL be posted here.