Sunday, January 09, 2011

A bid farewell - Goodbye to the Haifisch year

Sunday...last day before starting again with the ordinary daily life, before returning to a monday that will lead us to another endless week...and another...and another... With no remorse, another day, another breath, another sorrow, another death. I´m not as scared as I used to be...maybe it means something...maybe something is changing in the house of flies. Out of place...well...maybe it´s a good sign, because I´ve felt like this since I can remember.
I´ve always wanted to change things, but never known how-when-where to start. Maybe a greyhound could be my way.

Christmas ended, with a lot of confusion and many contradictory feelings in my heart. Some things have been the same as always: we all together in family, presents, meals, drinks, shopping, the Three Wise Men Parade, the twelve grapes of fortune, christmas carols around a table... But some small details tell you that everything changes, I think it´s just because everything is one year older, and as years pass by, you feel much older than the previous one, and you see how everybody is getting older with you. Some realize, some don´t.

A bid farewell to 2010. This has been the Haifisch year for me, because this is the song I´ve listened the most this year, the discovering of the relationship between Bertolt Brecht and Rammstein after the german band concert in Madrid has illustrated a summer full of sun, tan bodies, sand, wine, fetishism, motorbike, and the horizon of that andalusian seaside village that I still can smell in my dreams. 2010 hasn´t been a good year to make rock, but it has been a good one to listen to it: Norma Jean´s Meridional, Rammstein´s LIFAD, Deftones´ Diamond Eyes, Dillinger Scape Plan´s Option Paralysis, Korn´s Remember Who You Are, Slash´s, and some other I can´t remember...(and I´ve also discovered Alex Skolnick Trio, a great revelation for me!).

I hope I´ll find a nice place to play with the boys: that´s my wish for 2011. I also wish I´ll find my place in this life, but I have to realize I cannot please everybody. I have to be myself...before It´s too late...

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Don't worry my friend, you are not the only one who has those feelings. That's the way life is, don't forget to take some risks from time to time... and remember who you are. You taught me to love rock...you are a master.

alonmaiden said...

Thanks a lot, my "anonymous" friend, but I´ll never consider myself as a master of anything. If you love rock is just because it was inside your heart and needed to come out with a little help. Thanks for your advice, I´ll try to take more risks. But it´s a bit depressing when you only watch as grey days go by....
Merci mil fois pour ton amitié

Anonymous said...

Te aconsejo que empieces corriendo por la sierra en pelotas a grito pelao y aluego echa un polvazo salvaje. No sabés cómo cambia la perspectiva de las cosas. Y después te das de baja por la espalda (que nadie puede probar si te duele o no)y te la tiras haciendo lo que te salga las pelotas. Aluego vuelves al curre pa dar el pego y a la ná la vuelves a liar con la espalda y así sucesivamente hasta que te jubiles anticipadamente. Este es al menos mi plan, que conste que lo comparto porque me caes bien.

alonmaiden said...

Ese consejo no tiene precio!! He estado a un tris de quitarlo del medio para que no lo copien XD
De todas formas, si este es tu plan, espero que me lo cuentes con más detalle mientras nos tomamos algo. Pago yo, por supuesto!