This one's an original, been lying in my brain for quite a while. Time to spew it out.

Ties are nooses
Strangling you
Corporate asphyxiation
workplace suicide
Rings are shackles
Binding you to places you hate
Broken promises, lies

I'm a fool
who believes in love
when sometimes
love is a word
with two vowels
two consonants
and two idiots

A fool
who loves life
when sometimes
I'd rather be dead
A fool, nonetheless
with only one thing left:
Hope.

I want to move out. Badly. I can't stand them. God knows I love them, but God knows I can't stand them. I just hope I can get something by this week. Something to keep me busy. Otherwise, I think I'm getting the fuck out of PR. I love my little island and my friends and it's a great place to visit, but not to stay. Not for me. Let's hope I can get that job so I can have some privacy and some space.

So the radio show went beautifully and then off to Barfly to do sound for Jorge Castro's gig. I left the equipment with Carlitos so I could hit Denny's with R. Then off to a drive. It was really good to be able to have a reallly good time once in a while. We're a happy family we're a happy family we're a happy family.......trust me I'd rather sing that, than Negative Creep Negative Creep Negative Creep and I'm stoned........ LOL

*BIG GRIN*

I think this one should speak by itself





In other news..... the GJ gig didn't go. Drummer quit at last minute. I think he's fired. Radio show and Barfly tomorrow hopefully. Too tired. Will collapse in bed any minute now.

On second thought after taking these two tests I don't know if I will sleep well, or you for that matter because..... I'm



Which Evil Criminal are You?


And......



Which annoying B-list celebrity are you?


Now that's seriously fooked. Have a great weekend.

Have a good one.

Good morning. Or at least according to my sense of time. Here comes the weekend and I'm ready, willing and able. How about you?

I'm busy having a life again. In the sense of going out, meeting people, rehearsing with Golpe Justo (show tomorrow), watching movies, you know, living. And I'm happier. Much happier. Certain talks remained unspoken. I guess actions speak louder than words. Meanwhile watched "Brotherhood Of The Wolf" an excellent French film. Enjoyed it a lot. Gig tomorrow. Radio show Saturday. Very busy and very happy.

More Cthulu sightings or something. Instead of trying to patch things up with the problem with those teenage molestation charges or opening itself to say, female priests, the Roman Catholic Church does the opposite. Typical Catholic anal retentiveness.

I pity the fool who hasn't watched this film.

The Weekend:

Friday - @ The Radio Station then went to play with Golpe Justo. The set was short and sweet and I got all this pent up frustration and aggression out. It was beautiful. Pure catharsis.

Saturday @ The movies with Jose Ramon to see Austin Powers Goldmember. Man! Whatta Laugh! Much needed laughter ensued. Afterwards the radio show then waited to see Los Siconautas at 2am. The placed was jam packed so I stepped outside and the sound was much better over there. After the show headed home. Had a nice little chat with a friend then at 6am tried to sleep but the room was so hot. Might as well buy a futon and sleep in the living room.

After reading this, HP Lovecraft's fans may rejoice after all. Cthulu is coming. To South Jersey.

As per Angel's instructions I called S. We talked for a bit. She was upset. Friend of hers is sick and she's upset. Told me she'll call me in order to see if we can meet. I guess I'll sait and wait. Maybe play The Cure's "10:15 Saturday Night" or The Sisters Of Mercy's "Nine While Nine" while I'm at it.


Lady Locura is a charm. Funny and witty as hell. I like our little exchanges and verbal (actually written) sparring. Thank you for the laughs and keeping me on my toes.


I was supposed to blog about something and I completely forgot about it.


Los Introdujos want to be part of the Rojo y Negro family and I say: why not?


AYLK record out soon.


Talked to R today. She's quite a lovely person and I hope we'll meet on December if not earlier when she gets back to PR.


Show tomorrow with Golpe Justo. Catharsis. Non stop. Yeah!


Talked to my friend Nuria today too. It was good to receive some feminine insights about realtionships.

Ladies and Gentlemen: Let us welcome Locura to the fold. (applause) You didn't noticed the sign at the door that reads "Abandon All Hope All Who Enter Here" did you? ;)

And now for something completely different:

37.5 %

My weblog owns 37.5 % of me.
Does your weblog own you?

Well....I'm 34 and supposedly I'm 33% gay and I'm Ready For Action when it's time to get down!!!! Wooohoo!!!!!!!!

Yes a much needed break from the usual atmosphere here.

So how was your day?

Mine went downhill about 2pm / 1400 hrs. I IM'ed my friend Noel to confirm today's gig. He's upset, pissed off, says he won't do the gig and he's not doing his events anymore. He's through. I understand. He fells burnt out. I let it go and try to confirm with the bar's owner. Leave three messages. No response. Carlitos calls confirms the gig is a go. That soothes me and the band for now. Still....

I called S. and tell her about the show. Quickly says she's not around (she lives close by the bar) but wishes me luck for the gig. Tries to end the call quickly in a hurry. I said bye. So much for the need to schedule the little talk. I don't know, but it seems this one's pretty much over, isnt it? Still... my buddy Angel tells me S and I should talk anyway. So let's just see.

So end of phonecall. This is the part of the movie when my heart feels empty and very heavy. I take deep breaths. I hit the shower. In the shower I cool off. Showers are good. But there's still this nagging feeling of dread. I can only sense where this is going. My day, such as it is.

Get dressed then call my friend C. to check on her. Her mom's back from Stateside and we talk a bit. C stands for cool calm collected, which she is. I'm in the middle of talking to her when my guitar player, Carlitos calls.

No power at the bar. No gig. Bernice (our singer) calls too. I tell her "I know already." More heaviness. Should we go? I say yes, we've got to go check it out and apologize to the people who actually bothered to go. We do. Bernice and I drive over there. We talk about stuff and then Bernice tells me her feelings about music and hers are similar to mine. We talk a little more and I end up realizing how similar we are in outlook.I end up telling her "You reaize we're so alike that it's scary?" She laughs and we end up joking that we feel miserable but at least we've got each other. Really!

We arrive. There are people outside. Carlitos and Jorge are there too. We show up and hang around for awhile, apologizing to the people who came to see us. Eventually the heat drives us to Candela Bar where there's AC and a female DJ spinning disco and hip hop. Bernice is dancing while Carlitos challenges me to breakdancing. Jorge is gone. Very pissed off. Angel is there too so we talk about the phone conversation and everything else. Bernice asks me if I want to go dancing with her to the club, I say no. I'm not in the mood and I don't want to inflict my mood to the rest of the band or the rest of humanity so I head back home.

Finally met David J and it was good meeting him. Lots of ideas and potential to do some great things in the name of art. He's going to NYC tomorrow and will be back in two weeks. Plenty of time to see if we can work his proposal out for an arts space.

I chat with my friend R for a bit and she's a good listener and a really cool person to have. I can't wait for her to come back here so we can see each other. She's that good.

Aside from that, I got some tests to do tomorrow, papers to pick up, maybe a grant to get a certification and right know I'm blogging to my heart's content.

Show with Golpe Justo on Friday so that means I'll be able to vent all this shit away screaming along with my favorite Puerto Rican hardcore band. Wheee!

So again, how was your day?

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Gig tomorrow wooooooooooo. Someone wants to kick my ass. I feel really scared now!

Rehearsals for the upcoming gig went well. Bernice brought the wine and we brought our insanity. Nice mix. I hope the show goes as planned. Need to talk to S. about things. She said we need to have a chat, and actually we do. Anyway, things are going pretty good in other aspects of my life. S and I are just going out, nothing's happening and I don't think it will, but I guess one must remain hopeful. Let's see what happens after our little chat.

Station meeting tomorrow. Gig on Wendesday. Whoooooooo!

Well in the news you usually look for "man bites dog" stories. Well how about donkey bites boy?

Watched "The Royal Tennembaums" on DVD and "Eight Legged Freaks" with my friends. Much needed laughter. Talked to S. again and we know we need to get together up close and personal and really talk. I still fear the worst, but life has taught me not to assume anything. Still I am hopeful. Now if I could somehow get some sleep. :)

Ok there's a bright spot in all of this:

I just ran into six songs of a band I heard years ago on a Rough Trade sampler. They were called Sweet Jesus. I heard a song called "Phonefreak". Well the full title is "Phonefreak Honey" and I found six of their songs on the net. I was amazed. The other five are just as good and shows how cruel life can be sometimes when a band this good doesn't make it.

Anyway, got their tunes for posterity and also got House Of Love's "I Don't Know Why I Love You" which I've been looking for a while too. If I can get th' Faith Healers' Reptile Smile and Caspar Brotzmann Massaker's Koksofen, I'll be happy.

It's been a year since I started writing this. It's another anniversary of sorts. The more things change.... You can tell it's one of those days. I am sorry. Listening to old New Order, Yazoo and other groups.

All it takes is one misplaced joke and it all goes downhill. Shit. I'm sorry. Here I am expecting the worse. Yeah I know, drama, but I can't help it. Just the thing I need now. I think I fucked it up. For what it's worth you were the best thing that happened to me since I came back here. And now it's all gone wrong. Pray that I'm wrong, that I'm mistaken. It sure feels otherwise. I am sorry.