Things like this:
Breakfast. Home. Street. Home. PELICAN(1)Concert
Out there in line, we were the first ones.
8:30. Nothing.
Almost 9:00, inside.
Purchase. Bathroom. Outside.
After arriving Ray(2)asked a guy who was unloading musical equipment outside at what time the show will start,
this guy answered at 9 and a half. Mi buddy told him we came from Mexico (actually he referred to the neighboor city Tijuana, but if you say "Mexico" it sounds more cheesy, and the foreigners think that you are from far beyond and put more importance to that fact, or... I don’t know).
The fact is that the equipment guy said "Really?"
Car. Fire. Herb. Suspire. Hold in. Blow. Smoke in the eyes...

At last, decibel flavor all over the place. Internal Trips. The words are exteriorized. The tell tale smile. Amazing everything and more. The ear is king. The eyes are not important anymore (I am sorry Aristotle). Dispersed are the other senses, became secondary. At last. Outside and inside
smells like satisfaction. The presence is felt, the energy, taste like orgasm, it is not, but it tastes. That fucking music buddy... (It’s not rip off it is feeling).
In that moment, I think it was mutual, we realized that the guy who plays guitar, the one in my right, is the same one who was holding the equipment outside. Coincidences.

They play the Cd´s favorite, well, your favorite, not, my favorite, well, good for both of us two, good, good, very good. (I passed the psychiatry test I know). The only part missing was the crying, but the willing always waited behind the eye.

Nothing was, everything was a moment. Nothing was, nothing would, everything was an instant, precise. Abrasive energy of listeners. The struggles are converted to past. The pleasure was the owner of time.
A bet. Nobody wins. Something new. Something you will listen at home. Five tunes. No mistakes. Semi gods? They shine.
The proof is in the frozen images, that thanks to technology you carry as a memory, another memory.

One more. No, there are no more left.

They part to the place of Los Angeles. Let’s go! Let’s follow them! a little voice around said.

The fatigue comes with the leaving. Come out to the wind of night, to the noise of the plane that scratches the building in front. Come out to the fresh wind. Car. Shared Dialogue. Kisses. Touch. Weren’t before, were after. Smell of mint herb. Rest. Again the talking corridor, with eyes that make you turn around and
also inform you.

The man who was selling the t shirts and records for Pelican is one of the guitarists, being more exact, was the one on my left. The skinny one who had circles around his eyes. But when we bought him stuff we didn’t realized that but after.

ed. Black. Silver. Hot. Trip. MONO. Japan. Another women bassist, she did well...

Stef(3) comes out of the crowd with sleepy eyes and said they play very well, but the slowness is stronger.

It ends after the will of leaving...

The four of us abandoned the place: Ray, Stef, You(4) and I(5). Nostalgia it accompanies the way back. Memory it intensifies the word, comes out, comes out of the unconsciousness. Shared parliaments, no, better said fought in four voices.

Sleep. Night. Highway. Go hand in hand, with the leg of desire.
Tijuana at night. Movement. Light. "Revolución". Delight. Dinner at the Owl’s Restaurant. There is no place for more; it is too much for the night.

Home. Your house. He sleeps, I sleep. You’re not sleeping. No. Devastated pleasures. Love equals to passion, desire for the other, the flesh, the smell... mmm.

Tomorrow I will write about today.

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1- A great INSTRUMETAL band. No, it is not a typo, I repeat InstruMETAL.
2- Friend and vocalist for the band Días Tristes and "Madame Centauri" Stef´s boyfriend.
3- Friend and art critic, this not because she says it but because I adjudge that name. Among other things.
4- "Gordo” Adixión (the band would not exist without you). Friend and Lover... Why not?.
5- The one who howls to not sing... Madame sin nombre.
 
This concert was on May 27th of 2006, at Casbah in San Diego CA.

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