February 12th. Sunday. 5:10 am

Music: "Crazy" by Patsy Cline

I didn't die! My name is Ligeia De Luca and I didn't die, hello. This is Argentina in Summer, all Jazz and Garage, and I haven't blogged in a decade. Within this time not only I've experienced new notions of the dimension of time, I've also had an encounter with Scooby Doo, committed mental murder at least twice, behaved like a nymphomaniac nymph, became friends with coconut liquor and laughed and cried and slept.

I worked. Reivaj offered me a temporary job as his assistant (English) teacher, because one of his pupils wanted a triple conversation. I was really excited, because the guy was paying each of us $10/hour, and we were working three hours a day for two weeks. I did quite well, and came up with a couple of great ideas; working with Reivaj was wonderful, almost as good as being school mates; and the guy, an old man, was cool. I thought. I said I committed mental murder at least twice, and I indeed saw myself beating this man's head against a wall a couple of times. You can't blame me, if you're sort of human. This excrement of a man, this shame of a Christian, claimed everybody who is not white, catholic and rich must be killed. And I spent hours of my life trying to shut him up, but old men would rather die than let a young girl change their minds, we all know that. This monster was comparing human beings to plagues, just because they are not white, catholic and rich. I was already wishing to see him bleed, when he writes a composition about how stubborn I am, and how Reivaj only agrees with me because I force him to. And then comes the most awful thing, that rude, lewd, vomitive sentence I didn't understand at first: "there's a kind of hair that pulls harder than a team of ox". What?! He was referring to the influence my "femininity" has on Reivaj. I think that's enough to explain my disgust towards this sick bastard. I just can't believe he was able to come up with something so horrible, and I hope I can forget about this quickly.

With my earnings, I considered seeing Franz Ferdinand in concert this month. The ticket was $60. But then, and for only $12, I saw Los Peyotes. Garage, punk, surf, tex-mex, beat a go go, Scooby Doo and The Flinstones. It was so 60s I almost lost my mind, and I realised it was the best live experience I ever had. Reivaj and I saw them in a sort of attic, in a hidden street of Buenos Aires, after the not-so-awesome performance by Lotus and Tandooris, punk bands. Lotus was entertaining because they were trying to be The Stooges, and actually did "TV Eye". Tandooris was too square for me. And then comes this group of psychedelic zombies/acid cavemen, with horrorshow fuzz guitars, and they blow my head completely. It was th 1960's, I SWEAR TO GOD!!! Don't blame me, I had over-smoked, and was lucid-dreaming-not, and really couldn't tell if I was sleeping or not, I was so confused. I was terrified, until they came. Then, the music was healing, seriously. Fuck Franz Ferdinand.

Argh, it's the dawn of a new day now, I should get some sleep. I've been adding new fiendish-thingies to the Music and Lucy sections, go check it out or face the red anger of the blogger.

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January 26th. Thursday. 3:10 am

Music: "Big Exit" by PJ Harvey

Last Monday it was the end of one of the greatest periods of my life -the time I spent with Sheemy, the girl who five years ago found me on "Paperback Writers", and came to visit me for the second time after three years of big changes, frozen computers and the expansion of our musical knowledge. And fuck, I feel a bit empty now. And quite exhausted! Seriously, I feel I've lived my whole youth in a month! Especially on our last weekend... I can honestly say I was drunk the whole time (I know she will comment like last time and say I'm exaggerating, but I think you'll all feel better as human beings by believing ME), but although I was having quite a hard time walking, we managed to tour the Capital on Saturday, and end up hanging out in my backyard with Reivaj a couple of hours before Monday's dawn. Among other things we went to The Cavern Club, where a Beatles tribute band, The Searchers, was playing at midnight. I had had wine for dinner, so my words and thoughts were even more confusing as we waited in line. The line was so long we thought they wouldn't let us in, and for some reason we thought they would ask us questions about The Beatles to see if we "deserved" to enter. We did, and the show was quite enjoyable. We sat near the stage, with my "John" and her "George" (coffee with whisky and Tía María respectively), listening to covers of the early years (I was happily shocked when they announced their show would consist mainly on the Live at the BBC album -that was pretty unique!), as I kept trying to have a 60's flashback and failing, of course! I liked the band, but I've known for a while tribute bands aren't quite as magical as they promise. After a while, I always end up somewhat slightly dazed, and the musicians start looking a bit too much like tiny monsters or deformed Beatles, and I feel like staring at a Beatles picture to escape from that post-modern hallucination. But as I was saying, I enjoyed the show, and John was very, very convincing. Paul wasn't at all.

Actually, before visiting The Cavern, we saw Narnia. I wish I had been drunk before going to the theatre. I was so disappointed! Not that I expected it to be the movie of my life, but I thought it was going to be a charming one. Visually, it was alright, but the storyline was so poor... The thing with Epic is that you end up embracing a certain patriotism for Troy, Middle Earth, or whatever... but what about Narnia? Why care about it when you don't even have the time to know its "cause"? However, Lucy was lovely, she really was the best thing about the movie.

Did I really think I was going to be able to make a sort of synthesis out of all of it? The thing is that Sheemy is back in Quebec, The Lunatics Vol. 2 was completed, I'm alive and hangoverless, and back at studying and living the regular life. And if you want to have a deeper look on what I'm missing the most...

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January 17th. Tuesday. 11:30 pm

Music: "Ramble On" by Led Zeppelin

Did anyone miss me at all? Oh man, you think I even thought of my computer when I was having such an orgasmic time, during the trip of my life? Mendoza. The Argentine province I had always underestimated was indeed paradise, and I beg you all to grab a map and do a reverence to this little shape of the North-West. If you know a little Geography, you'll know why. If geography is not a passion of yours, and you thought Argentina is either a) A toilet b) Brazil or Bolivia c) Other, you probably saw a movie about some Uruguayan rugby team whose plane fell in the middle of some mountain chain. Well, I was there too. I was in the middle of La Cordillera de los Andes, I cried when I saw mount Aconcagua, America's tallest, I bathed my feet in rivers and lakes of melting mountain ice, I played with snow in hot Summer, 2000 m above the ocean, I drank delicious wine, I was almost drowned in savage rivers by crazy rafting instructors... I certainly can't describe what a splendid time I had, but you would probably notice that on the 200 pictures Sheemy and I took. It was also the first time I was absolutely in charge of everything, motherless, and that includes lying about Sheemy's passport to a military man when she left it at the hotel on our way to Alta Montaña, and smoking at midnight and for the first time really feeling it...

Painfully, Sheemy is going back to Canada next week. We still have lots of things to do, like recording The Lunatics Vol. 2 (limited edition, $75), visiting The Cavern Club (we have the Buenos Aires version, oh yes we do!), smelling The Roses, etc. Please be patient with me while I live.

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January 1st. Sunday. 12:05 pm

Music: "Watching the Wheels" by John Lennon

Happy New Year! Hope everybody had a great beginning of 2006 -I know I did! Sheemy and I are having a great time together, and we spent a groovydelic New Year's Eve among my numerous awesome cousins and aunts. We were a bit (actually I don't know if I was) drunk, and she "fell into a coma" when we got back home. I know Reivaj was drunk too (he spent it with his uncle-guru Rodolfo), because he phoned me at 5 am!!!

I'm glad 2005 is over, because it wasn't the greatest year for me. Lots of ugly things happened to me. My instincts tell me is going to be a "transitional" year, and 2007 is going to be as great as 2002 and 1998. Unfortunately (but fortunately), I don't have time to explain, as we are heading to Uncle Rodolfo's place to spend the first day of the year with Reivaj's family. Byez!

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