Bandas

More bands, as always from Puerto Rico.
The musical scene is growing. I got a glimpse of my friends new materials and projects when I was there during New Year. Much has happend since then. I'm trying to keep updated. Here are the bands:

Circo (before called Manjar de Los Dioses, guitarist friend from ex- Burning Face)

Balún

Vic Vega & The Caligaris

La Experiencia de Toñito Cabanilla$$$ (They really hate the police. Had a near death experience 10 years ago with this band. Police started shooting in the air after a fight erupted at one of their plays.)

Negros vivos

Tropiezo (Jose, guitarist from ex-selfless)

LopoDrido (another police hating band)

Crissalida (new songs, check out 'some kind of love') very close friends in this band)

Midsummer Day and No Headaches

Don Pascólico, Felix, Stephanie, Mathieu, and Malte together with a whole bunch of other friends are visiting. This is the best time of the year in Sweden, during midsummer.

Midsummer Eve yesterday and I feel surprisingly fine today. We were all quite surprised that nobody in our group had become excessively drunk, considering the amount of alcohol we brought with us to complete the arsenal.

My little theory is that all the running around, football playing, frisbee throwing and dancing around imitating small frogs, pigs and musicians has had a good effect on us - somehow its made us better equipped to handle the alcohol in our bodies.

No headaches and fine weather today, perfect conditions for watching the match between Germany and Sweden.

The Splendid Mediocre

I am getting increasingly sensitive to anything I find false, arrogant or glamorous. It's been often that I find a band or a person who has all the appearances of a good musician or whatever but underneath the surface is utterly mediocre. Its effect on me could be the same as when a corpse (during a wake or visitation) leaves an imagined scent of stale putrefaction in my senses. I need to get some fresh air.

Clip List

Today people are like walking corpses on a bright sunny day!? The heat is taking the must out of people. Here are some clips to cheer you up:

Death is coming for you
El repertori de Ronaldinho
Girl caught cheating
Russian spider man
Colbert roasts president Bush

Summer seizure

The heat, the melting lipstick that smeares all over the place, stilleto elbows that mockingly oscillate through congested streets. Another flock of teenage girls stampede the fertile city grounds. Frusting homeless alcoholics, spray the air thick with yellow beer vapour. Shrill cries from children with ice cream blobs on their tiny fingers and noses. Vanilla smelling and red cheeked, brightfaced and smiling while exhausted parents dig their pockets after small change.
Where is the water, the soothing bath we all need? How much bathing do you get with your small change?

What Ancestor are You?

I've been watching this documentary of Patagonia on swedish TV. Many links to Magellan appear which lead me back to thinking about my ancestor Juan Sebastian Elcano.

He had been forced to join Magellans expedition to circumnavigate the world in order to avoid punishment from the Spanish king Carlos I (after pissing of the king when he surrendered a ship to Genoan bankers). I wonder what he was like? Maybe my aunt has something of his character in her when she pisses of the family?

I found a list that sounds very brooding called the List of survivors of the first voyage around the world. Maybe history will or has repeated itself. That theres anyone in the family who might be forced to make a horrendous trip or something similar and maybe becomes famous while going through hell.

What people (who might be related to the people on the list of survivors) have I met or will I meet? How would the meeting between us be? Are there any traces of our ancestors character left in us that may or may not dictate our actions and trigger similar behaviour?

A Past in Metal

Ten years ago I was a complete metal head. I had long black brown hair, always wore black and my dad thought I was a satanist. As a devout catholic it was hard for my dad to accept that me and my younger brother could listen to noise resembling a laundry machines centrifuging and dress ourselves in t-shirts with impaled demon heads and hammer smashed faces.

A couple of days ago I was thinking ''how do metal freaks dress nowadays in Puerto Rico and how is the music?''

I looked up some of the bands currently playing and found the answer - nothing has changed.

More interesting are the similiarities between the both countries I grew up in, Sweden and then Puerto Rico. A metal head dresses the same, no matter what.

Here are some pictures of bands that played while I was active in the metal scene.