The more objective the chronicle “must be”,
since it is written by persons then it falls into subjectivity.

Deerhoof

A band composed by two man and sometimes more and a pretty girl who sings and plays bass, although sometimes they interchange instruments between all. I don’t know that much about their formation, I just know they play since the 90’s and that they have more than 5 records. They say they are from San Francisco California. I started to listen to them four years ago and since that moment I have followed them the track, but I never had the chance to see them live before.

The day came and the time to go

We don’t have our lives insured and we only have one life (I think so) so we have to take this chances. Let’s go then! And we went to the Epicenter at San Diego to watch Deerhoof, we were Pila, Gordo and I. We noticed three months before of that concert. How we were going to skip? And it was all success. When we were waiting at the border line we saw Maladie who I send a big salute to. After we crossed the border we said farewell to them because they had a show at the Che Café, an independent space where great events take place and it is managed by the UCSD students, it is placed in the middle of the Campus.

In order to shorten the story

After we took the needed transportation we arrived early to the Epicenter, just before the awaited band played. There was just a little detail surrounding from time to time our thoughts, “how we were supposed to come back to Tijuana?” anyways, somebody in this land of the dollar should give us a ride back to our drift… or to a place closer to one of the corners of Latin America.

In order to shorten the story (second part)

Just after we weighed anchors to the inside of the venue, I saw Satomi walking into the bathroom, the girl of the band, I just followed her like a groupie to the restrooms, and after we reached her, Pila and I said her we were coming from Mexico (Like I said before in another chronicle, it causes a bigger impact to say the name of the Country then say Tijuana, because in some cases this city is not considered part of Mexico), after we said to her the mentioned before, we took to a picture for reminiscence. Satomi washed her teeth and with a gesture of complete honesty she took us to where the rest of the band was, to the staff. In our way, people looked at us with an interrogation gesture in their faces, who were those three nobodies and strangers (also) to be presented before the complete Deerhoof band? After we shared a little information we went back and we waited to watch them doing what they do the best. The amusement was just starting.

Gig

To be sincere, I don’t know how to describe it, have you ever felt when you lose the notion of time? Then, ad to this recipe a cup of delight, a little glass of adrenaline between songs, three tablespoons of images, a whole jar of presence, a bottle of noise, a handful of happiness, a little amount of memories, originality and authenticity in large quantities… between this whole harvest of years of experience… and a don’t know what transmitted by watching this enormous band… that’s it, maybe more, but never less.

And now?

As it already was the same for us to stay and sleep in the grass of the park or in the floor of a Bus/Trolley Station than dance a good Polka (quoting our friend Kike Horror), we started to search someone who could give us a ride between the persons who were buying records in the merch stand. There were some people from Mexicali but they were full. At last our victim appeared: a pair of NAVY mates who gave us a ride to the border line. Nevertheless as I said before, we were so satisfied it did not matter to us to stay and sleep in the land of the second world’s biggest murderer President.

The end

At home, silence possessed the words, because the memory was stronger than anything… Antiquity disguised as the past, a present that only lasts a moment… futures that punish and don’t let you be. Destinies arriving without an eve… without anything and then, they materialize as a smile on the lips.

It was like that and this is my little opinion for this chronicle of the
Deerhoof concert.

Inés.Adixión (MadameSinNombre)

The concert was on Friday March 2 2007 at the Epicentre in San Diego CA.

Deerhoof website

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