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December
26th, 2003 Song
Playing: “Box of Rain”, The Grateful Dead. Seasons
Greetings everybody! War is Over (if YOU want it)! Ah, another tropical Xmas out
of the calendar… A time for meditation and nostalgia… Personally, I had a
great year –strange, considering that last year was wonderful as well, and
believe me, I’m not that lucky. Anyway, this month was a good one, let
me tell you why. First of all, my Birthday! I turned twenty years old on the 13th and I was rescued from depression by many lovely surprises. The joy related to it started two days before the actual date actually, when I got a package from my best friend, Sheemy, which contained lots of beautiful presents, including a Van Morrison CD, a mix-tape, a hemp necklace and three groovydelic musical pins. The whole week was full of expectation, as my beautiful boyfriend was keeping a secret –a very funny situation, as he wasn’t so good at hiding the potential clues! Some of them were related to a certain Music store, but that wasn’t enough for me to solve the mystery. He had everything planned, and all I knew was that he was going to come to my house with his electric guitar and we would spend the afternoon jamming. So I wasn’t surprised when he showed up with a guitar case –I was too excited about the beautiful roses he had brought me! Sigh, this guy can really make me feel like a princess. He gave me roses! No one had ever given me flowers in my life! I also received a classic master piece of German literature, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe’s Faust. After spending an hilarious time discovering how funny it can be to set a flowers bunch on a vase, I suggested he brought his guitar and played something. So he did, but before opening the guitar case, he told me to close my eyes because he had painted it and the colour was a surprise. And when I opened them, I realized the instrument in front of me was not the black Ibanez I had met once, it was a fantabulous electro-acoustic with a big red bow tied around its neck! It couldn’t believe my eyes, so I just said “Hey, this is not your guitar!”. To this he added, with a great amount of emotion in his face “No, it isn’t! Guess again…”. I just melted in his arms… it’s all too much! I was walking on air, and playing “Here Comes the Sun” on a brand new guitar in front of some of my favourite people in the world was absolutely marvelous. The rest of the day was as nice as that, and I discovered The Poet and I are great at jamming together! There certainly was magic in the air… Four
days after my birthday I had the Linguistics final exam. I had spent lots of
hours getting ready for it, but still, I didn’t feel it had been enough. And
after waiting for ten hours, I was called and the oral test started. I had
prepared an exposition on Sociolinguistics to start with, and when I was right
in the middle of it, I raised my eyes and saw one of the teachers was looking at
me and there was not a single trace of satisfaction in her face. Then she
started asking questions I was able to answer (I swear it was pure good luck
–or maybe God- which made the miracle), and after twenty minutes of agony, I
got an 8 J.
The end of a tragedy. As for Music School, I got a 10 in Music Theory and a 9 in
Guitar. Musically,
I’ve been listening to more Psychedelic Rock bands, such as Gong, Group 1850
(Netherlands) and Country Joe & The Fish. Alright,
I wrote too much already. So, in case I don't see ya, good afternoon, good
evening and good night! Peace,
Love & Flowers, ~*Lucy Hari*~
November
23rd, 2003 Song Playing: “Summertime”, Janis Joplin. Oh come on! Do I really have to sit in front of this screen and write when it’s such a beautiful day outside? [Looks through the window, the sky is a big gray cloud and the ground is wet] Too many things have happened and writing about them all would take ages, so I’ll try to stick to the basic. First of all, my Summer vacations have finally arrived. The last days at University are always extremely busy, and this time wasn’t an exception, so some free time is more than welcome. All I had to do was writing an essay on a novel for Latin American Literature and studying for the second Linguistics exam, but it felt like an impossible mission. Anyway, it’s all over now, my seven pages about the social configuration in a novel by Cirilo Villaverde was worth a 9, and I shouldn’t worry about the Linguistics exam because all I need is a 2 to pass, and it went pretty good. Music School is even better than that. I got a 10 for one test and I was congratulated by my teacher and APPLAUDED by the others pupils for my singing during one of the exams. Now I have to do the Guitar and Music Theory III finals and I’ll be able to do the first year of the Superior Level –the last four years! Music School brought me another satisfaction last month, for I played Guitar in public for the first time! For that special occasion I chose an old traditional Spanish song, “El Testament d’ Amelia”, my favourite from my repertoire. It sounded nice, but when I started playing I was so nervous it was hard for me to pluck the strings!!! Anyway, I liked the experience, as my Poet helped me to survive my nerves. Musically, I’ve been enjoying many different sounds and re-discovering The Beatles. The last album I bought was Mike Oldfield’s “Tubular Bells” and adored it, definitely one of my favourite instrumentals ever. I’ve also been listening a lot to Sonic Youth (playing “Contre le Sexisme” over and over), The Velvet Underground and The Doors (I saw the movie last week and I was in a Morrison mood). As for books, I’m trying to finish “Papillon”, but I’m also reading José Eustasio Rivera’s “La Vorágine” and Rubén Darío’s wonderful poetry, but I don’t mind… I could read forever, I’ve got tiiime. Okis, too much already, I’ll be back by the end of December! Peace, Love & Freedom, ~*Lucy Hari*~
October
13th, 2003 Song
Playing: “I Can Hear Colours”, The Motives. (I can too!) Weeell,
seems like I’m a complete different person from whoever wrote here last month.
I’d say that this recent period of time was inserted in a kind of limbo, a
nebulous of madness!!! And all thanks to one man: Noam Chomsky! I used to enjoy
Linguistics, when Ferdinand de Saussure was the lead character of a neverending
comedy, but when this guy appeared on stage, things were completely different.
What’s the point of developing a big voluptuous reasoning and then refuting it
all on page eleven??? I’ll never
know. Anyway, I had the exam two days ago and I’m feeling quasi-free again.
Normally I get quite depressed after an exam, specially if it involved too much
brain squeezing, but luckily this wasn’t the case, as my Poet held me in his
arms most of the day J.
He also gave me a little present: the book where three of his writings were
published! He got the third prize on a poetry writing contest –ahhh here comes
the pride wave. So we had a lovely Saturday and we ended up lying on the grass,
looking at the stars. And there was nothing on my mind that was remotely related
to Chomsky! LOL. Another
wonderful thing that took place sometime within this month is that we finally
found a drummer!!! And not only a talented one, he’s also really funny and
cool. The first day we played together, he brought one of his friends, who was
quite hilarious too, and we had the craziest time looking for a place to
rehearse! Imagine the situation, five people in one not-so-big car, with two
guitars, one bass and a couple of cymbals, and a great dose of sleepiness and
humor on. It was like nine and we were still spinning about in the deserted
city. But then we got to this place in the middle of nowhere where they had a
rehearsing studio. And it was such a groovydelic experience!!! We taped the
whole session, and I don’t want to sound arrogant, but we sound pretty damn
good! So we’re going to go there once a week, and let the magic begin! Ugly
things happened, too. There was one apocalyptic week when so many things took
place that I thought that we had “touched the bottom”. But what to do with
reality? Evade it! HA! Ok, I didn’t exactly evade it but I did go to a
birthday party that helped me to carry the weight. Estefanía, a girl from Music
School and one of The Poet’s best friends, begged me to go to her house one
Saturday night and it was the best party I’d been to in years! It didn’t
involve dancing, loud crappy music and annoying people. When The Poet and I went
in, there were two guys playing guitars, a corner where people were playing
CHESS and lots of friendly conversationalists. And beer hehe. So I made some new
friends, gained a new nickname, “Para Melisa” (“Fur Melise”, because of
Beethoven’s great “Fur Elise”), and was defeated at chess. Musically,
I’ve been enjoying Dutch psychedelic rock, German psychedelic rock (Amon
Duul!), Italian psychedelic rock (Le Orme!), Argentinean psychedelic rock
(Pescado Rabioso!!! Invisible!!! SPINETTA!!!)… You get the picture. So,
that’s all for today. Gotta go enjoy the only day I’m going to take as
vacations J Peace,
Love & Papillons, ~*Lucy Hari*~
September
11th, 2003 Song
Playing: “Technicolor”, Os Mutantes. This
time of the year is absolutely delightful. Nature becomes a festival of colour
and life, the sky and the green ground resurrect in an explosion of light and
dandelions, and you can feel the Spring coming, in waves of jasmine-perfumed
air. Lots
of things happened since last time I wrote here. I went back to University to do
Linguistics and Latin-American Literature –and now I repent I didn’t choose
English Literature, because they are reading the Brontë sisters and Jane
Austen. Still, I’m kind of enjoying both subjects. Linguistics is really
interesting, and the teacher is the funniest guy, you wouldn’t think he’s
giving a lecture. As for Latin-American Literature, well, there are very good
texts, and some others that are pretty boring. But still, I’m not at all
disappointed with my career as I could have been during last semester. Apart
from the boring university texts, I’ve been reading the last books of the
“Anne of Green Gables” series, which helped me improve a little my English
with its great descriptive passages and I really enjoyed them. As for musical
acquisitions, as I’m going through a National Rock revival, I bought the first
album by Almendra, which I adore. I’ve also been listening to Frank Zappa,
Sonic Youth, The Cure (surprised?), Genesis and Os Mutantes (great Brazilian
band). Anyway,
the highest moment of this last month was The Poet’s Birthday! He turned
twenty-four last week and we spent the afternoon together, having a great time.
But the coolest part was meeting his family on the Birthday Party! He had
already met mine about a month ago –they absolutely loved him-, and now it was
my time to be nervous. This is a chronicle of that day I e-mailed to my friend
Sheemy: “Candy Says” Sunday
Morning, praise that dawning, Lucy got up -the blue bus was calling her, it
wasn't raining anymore, but the grass was damp. Got to the romantic spot where
she would meet her soul mate, she saw him in the distance, he crossed the
street running, they hugged and kissed and remained mute for a couple of
seconds, staring inside each other's eyes. They walked, hand in hand, they crossed
a bridge that was up in the sky, the green trees looked young, and even the not
so clean thin brook below their feet looked romantic in the eyes of romance.
They laughed out loud and yelled and sang -of course, there were witnesses, but
there was no reason why they should have cared. Finally they reached their
destination. The Poet's brother, Cristian, welcomed them to his house, and Lucy
was delighted to meet the little girl with the brown curls who did not dare to
speak a single word for a little while, but she answered to the name of Candela.
Then there were Mirta, the woman who brought Lucy's lover to the world, Mary,
who cooked the vegetarian dishes, and later on Rodolfo (the man with the musical
wealth) and his son Fede arrived. Lucy was nervous, it was a new experience for
her and she did not exactly know what to do or say -but The Poet was there, and
every once in a while he would smile and enlighten the whole room -at least, in
the eyes of Lucy. But suddenly she found a playmate, for the little girl who
made every face in the room smiley, was willing to break her silence and tell
her about her friends. "Can your friends talk?", asked The Poet.
"No, they are dolls!", said the little girl, and everybody was
delighted. But the Poet was now talking to his Uncle –Lucy
and the little girl were alone. But friendship between little lasses
blooms fast, and when The Poet turned back to look at them, he was amazed,
because they were already talking and talking. Then he joined the little games,
and it is well known that boys always bring a little fuss with them when they
play, and that was when the funniest episode of the day took place -LUCY FELL
OFF A COUCH! Oooh embarrassment! Luckily there were no adults near... And
suddenly it was lunch time, the moment of the truth. But everybody survived.
Well, all but the chicken they ate! And after that she was honored to be her
lover's band audience. The Poet played his guitar, the boys in the band were a
good gang, and some of the songs she heard or played that day included "Set
the controls to the heart of the sun", "Stairways to
Heaven", "Oh my Love", "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds",
"Mother", "A day in the life", and, of course, the great
collection of their own compositions. And then the day was over, and while she
walked home with The Poet, hand in hand, she thought that the experience, all in
all, had been pretty good. Alright,
that’s it fellows, I’ll see ya all on the Dark Side of the Moon! Peace,
Love & Green Meadows, ~*Lucy Hari*~
August
3rd, 2003 Song
Playing: “I’ll Be Your Mirror”, The Velvet Underground. Sigh, that song
matches perfectly with my mood, when I’m still embracing yesterday’s
memories. Because my vacations may be short, but they are lived intensely. And
yesterday was specially great, for The Poet took me to the cinema and we saw a
great amount of Beatles videos and interviews, from the 1962-1966 era. As you
may guess, I had a great time, and I really enjoyed sharing that experience with
my guy, and listening to him singing along the songs and laughing at John’s
witty comments. I hadn’t seen him in more than a week (yeah, I thought I was
dying) because of my stupid Grammar exam, so being surprised by him while I was
crossing the street was one of the nicest (and most dangerous) things that
happened that day. The
Grammar exam went great. For those who haven’t heard about it (people who
didn’t have a conversation with me during the critical week), it was a pretty
worrying test because it was taken orally and I had to read tons of texts, etc.
So I wasn’t really confident and the freaking pronouns were driving me insane
(did you know that they used to be considered articles by the Greeks?!), but
after reading about the classifications of the nouns and adjectives a couple of
times I began to consider the exam the last barrier between myself and
happiness, so I decided I was anxious to cross it. But when I entered the
classroom and discovered I was the 103rd student on the list, I
realized I wasn’t going to escape so easily from the syntactic curse. Anyway,
I got there at nine in the morning and got home at eleven in the night. In the
middle, I had to deal with hunger, sleepiness and my friend Mariano who
wouldn’t stop talking LOL. But the teacher who asked me the questions was
nice, and I did the morphology exercises well, so the barrier was crossed
without any difficulties. And tomorrow, when I get back to the Philosophy &
Literature University, I’ll be doing Linguistics, Latin-American or English
Literature (couldn’t decide yet) and maybe Latin. It’s gonna be a cool
semester! Another
important thing that happened recently is that I completed my Led Zeppelin
discography! I was kind of reluctant of buying “In Through The Outdoor”
because I knew it wasn’t a very good album, but I bought the LP for $5 and
thought it was fair enough! It isn’t that bad, in my opinion. It carries the
depressing 80’s sound, but hey, it’s Led Zep we are talking about! Show some
respect! Hehe. I also bought Pink Floyd’s “Atom Heart Mother” and loved
it! I was dying to get that one, because it’s one of the most experimental
album from it’s time and I couldn’t wait to give it a listen. And I wasn’t
disappointed at all! Both great purchases. Okay,
I think I wrote enough for this month! Thanks for reading. Peace, Love
& Knowledge, ~*Lucy Hari*~
July 5th,
2003 Song
Playing: “See Emily Play”, Pink Floyd. [Sings]
You’ll lose your mind and plaaay freeeee games for Maaay… Oops, there’s
people reading. Sorry fellows, you
know what happens when you dig a song! Now, let me adjust my fingers to the
ridiculous job of writing about my days and I’ll begin.
So… what to
say… Of course! Winter break! So cool... but only climatically, for I’ll
spend the whole month studying for the delightful obligatory Grammar final. But
this hasn’t planted its problematic seed in my head yet, as I still have to
write the Literary Theory & Analysis “partial” exam this week, which is
pretty unfair, considering that classes are over and partial exams are supposed
to be done during the semester! But still, I’m not that angry as you may think
I am. I’m actually enjoying the texts I have to read to prepare that exam; in
fact, I became a fan of Gilles Deleuze! His Rhizome drove me absolutely
crazy and I still smile every time I evoke that magical ending: “Be the Pink
Panther, and let your loves be like the wasp and the orchid…” Brilliant! I
don’t expect you to understand that phrase, it’s pretty abstract if you
haven’t read the book… but you have to! What else? Been
listening to lots of rare psychedelic bands lately. My favourite is The
Neighb’rhood Childr’n, but there’s also Gandalf, The Misunderstood and
many others that I have been illuminated with through the grace of my darling
Poet. I also bought a Byrds CD and a CSN&Y LP, and loved both of them... did
hours of walking to find them, but they were totally worth it! Peace, Love & Schizophrenia, ~*Lucy Hari*~
June 3rd, 2003 Song playing: “What’s wrong”, Sweetwater. Monday, Monday. Nothing better than an entire new week, like a blank page in front of your eyes. Too bad I’m always this close to spill the whole ink bottle on it (analogy source: Mafalda). After the critical period of exams, I’m back to Pepperland and I can start sensing things again. There are times when I remember that I haven’t looked at the nocturne sky for a while and I get scared to death, because I may be turning into a cold mechanical soul, the last thing a dreamer would want to be. And last week fitted perfectly with that sensation. Exams drive me crazy, no joke. Not because I don’t like studying, or because they are complicated. I just find it a little too hard to deal with my insecureness. Anyway, I shouldn’t be writing about that. My life has been so beautiful for the past two months that I shouldn’t be complaining about University. The main reason for my happiness was delivered forty-nine days ago by this gorgeous person I’ll be referring to as The Poet. I met him last year, when we shared two classes at Music School, and we became really close after finding out that we were both 1960s Music enthusiasts. As a matter of fact, our first conversation started when he saw that I had a Beatles CD with me (God bless you, John, George, Paul and Ringo). Soon after we started sharing music and writings (because oh yes, he writes –hence his nickname!), but it was only this year that our relationship was sealed by a kiss, and we tied our destinies together. This is the first time in my life that I’m really in love (with a person that is not a world-known English guitarist lol), and it’s a beyond-words feeling. But I don’t feel really comfortable by letting all of you know about this, so I’ll just shut up and keep this glorious heart warmth to myself. Sorry! The other fantabolous thing that has happened to me recently is that I’ve joined a band in which I’m the lead singer and second guitar. I’ve dreamed about it for AGES, so yeah, I’m feeling pretty satisfied with the world right now. This still-unnamed band even plays my favourite styles! I get to impersonate Grace Slick of Jefferson Airplane –oooh our White Rabbit cover!!!-, and we also play songs by The Beatles (of course), Pink Floyd, The Doors, etc. We have our own compositions as well. If you want to know how on earth I was blessed this way, I must say that internet gave me the answer again. When I sent one of my demos to this guy through ICQ I never thought he and his cousin would like it so much that they would invite me to join the latter’s band! But yeah, that’s what happened. Really nice fellows. And a couple of weeks ago my cousin Mariano started playing the bass with us, which made me incredibly happy because I adore him. The only thing needed is a drummer now! So if you’re from Buenos Aires and would like to make Music with three other FrEaKs, just write me… Peace, Love & Poetry, ~*Lucy Hari*~
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