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my exciting life - journal
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Part 1 Castles in Spain Week 2 Sunday July 3rd - What's going on here? These guys send me to Europe on tour and don't even have signed contracts. They phone me this morning and inform me that my gig for this week which was supposed to start tomorrow in San Sebastien is no longer on. No explanation but I'm sure that somebody scouted out the bar this week and saw that disaster that is was (no band at all really) and decided to bail out. I can't blame them really, I'm a man without a band at this point. Monday July 4th - Still here in Bilbao, they've let me stay on at the "El gitano" another week. They're paying me with booze and cigarettes. I'm learning to stroll around the bar and sing love songs in Spanish to some of the more romantic looking couples for a few extra bucks (that's euros to you buddy and they're worth lots more than"el dolar canadiense"). Tuesday July 5th - Met a few guys in the bar who offered to take me to some little town in the middle of nowhere. But there was some kind of party happening out there, right in the street and it lasted all night long. It was amazing!. Bands playing, all kinds of music (some of the native rebel music here sounds like the Clash in Spanish). As I write this I still haven't been to sleep and its 7 in the morning. O.K. time to go to sleep. Wednesday July 6th - Oh my head! They have a potent drink here called a calumachi or something where they mix red wine with coca cola (seriously). The teenagers drink it like it was water. It leaves you feeling a little hung over the next day. Oh well, back to the old grind. Thursday July 7th - I skipped doing my "gig" tonight and went down to what they call "el casco viejo". It also seems to be called "las siete calles". Basically it's the old part of town. Losing yourself here is as easy as turning the corner. By necessity my Spanish is starting to improve. Not that many real English speakers around here though I have found a couple who have been able to explain a few things to me. Like, for example, we're in the "Basque Country" which doesn't really consider itself to be a part of Spain at all, though geogrphically, it is. That makes sense to me. Like I'm human but not REALLY part of the human race. Friday July 8th - Back to playing in "el gitano". I'm getting better at it as I get farther and farther away from the material that I recorded on "Talk Down 2 Me". I have sold a few CD's. I'm getting 5 Euros a piece which isn't too bad but 5 Euros for a CD here is considered a steal. Ths young people are all connected to the Internet and get their stuff for free but the slightly older and out of the loop ones still buy CDs. My music may not be exactly what they were expecting (especially 'cause I say that I'm kind of like a younger Julio Iglesias but nothing like his real son). Saturday July 9th - The end of my second week here. Bilbao is starting to grow on me. Old world charm. Dirty river. Cheap booze and cigarettes. Until next week.
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