A little bit of everything...

I don't know why but sometimes I just don't feel like writing or typing anything at all. And I haven't touched my guitar (except a couple days ago, I played about 5 minutes) in months and I feel like all my creativity has gone away somewhere and doesn't want to be found right now. Where are you, creative spirit?!
So much has happened, I've discovered so many new, amazing musicians. I've also come to terms with the fact that a lot of the artists that I admire are taking the "popular, famous" road of music and have disappointed me (I'm leaving names out because I don't want to start a discussion on those artists). It's not that they don't deserve being respected and known by everyone, but their artistic path has changed so much, and not feeling as identified with their music as I did before truly breaks my heart and makes me wonder if music really is temporary nowadays. Are my favorite musicians meant to put out a number of records (unbelievable, wonderful records) and then start doing more mainstream music in order to survive? I DON'T THINK SO, not anymore, I think. So why the hell are they making these decisions?! I can't fathom why... Money? Not according to what they've said in interviews in the last... 10 freaking years! So, why change now?
Don't get me wrong, their music is still amazing but compared to their last 5 records, it's just repetitive, meant-to-be-very-popular-music. Also, I don't think every record HAS to be perfect each and every time, but at least I expect them to be... honest. Is that the word? I don't know but, you know what I mean. So what, now every artist I admire will end up making a song for Twilight in the future?
Being disappointed by music/musicians really makes me want to curl on the floor and cry. And cry, and cry. But hey, enough of this.
I also discovered that I would LOVE to work at Spin Magazine in a (hopefully) very near future. Or maybe Alternative Press Magazine? Just an amazing music magazine like those.
The semester's almost over. I can't wait to finish all my projects and homework.
You know what, also? I've been drinking more coffee than usual. I used to drink one cup a day, now I drink 2 cups. But I guess it's still a acceptable consumption, hey?
Okay, I have to leave for now but I'll be back soon. Thanks for reading, if you still are.

xxoo
Cuca

Bubbles are funny... sometimes.

I think it was about two years ago that I was washing the dishes. I don't know what it was, maybe particles of dust in the air, the high quantity of salsa verde I had had during my meal, or maybe the soap I was washing the dishes with, but suddenly, I sneezed. And it was a very potent sneeze. My hands were wet and I only had a few dishes left, so I thought I could wait a minute to go blow my nose. BAD IDEA. In a microsecond I had a goo bubble up my nose. I don't think I've ever had a laughing attack like I did that day. I even cried from laughing. Every single time I inhaled the bubble would get smaller, then I exhaled and the bubble would get bigger. It was like it had a life of its own and it was trying to tell me something. But just as it came to life, it disappeared. In a microsecond I had bubble remains all over my cheeks and nose AND mouth. I proceeded with washing my face until no traces were left.
I don't know why I remembered that right now but I guess I need a little of that laughter in my life at this moment.

Soon...

I will post some stuff later today. I need to vent! Thanks if you're still reading :)

Rest In Peace Michael and Farrah.

Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett have passed away today, June 25, 2009.
It's a sad day for us who lived our whole childhood listening to Michael Jackson. I personally was never a big Farrah fan but I am aware of everything she's done and what an icon she was.
Michael represents countless nights of fun at my grandmother's house, dancing days with cousins (dressed as Michael, glove and all) and most of all memories of what once was my life.
I never stopped admiring Michael. Leave out all the rumors, weird situations, plastic surgery, etc., Michael was truly great and he will always have a special place in my heart.

Sighs.

A friend told me a few days ago that when someone sighs heavily and many times during a specific moment, it means they're processing something deep.
Well then, I haven't processed anything in a very long time...

One of the best bands I've found in a long while

Matt and Kim

Not only are they one of the happiest, coolest and bestest (ha) bands I've ever heard but their videos are also amazing. Check out these two videos. One is "official" and the other one is of them playing live. I'm sure you'll thank me, sucka!
You can see more videos of them on their YouTube account and the "general" YouTube.





Okay, another one for the hell of it!

Cuca on Twitter.

I guess it was about time that I had a Twitter account.
Please follow!

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xoxo
Cuca

Hello bottle.

Drunkness, drunkness, drunkness.
Numbness, numbness, numbness.



Ness, ness, ness.


How I love having conversations with you.

Fresh Air.

Sometimes when I'm driving my car
And I'm on the freeway
100 km/h
I like to open the window
Feel the air blowing my hair
Entering my left ear
Hitting my face with cold particles of Idon'tknowwhat
The noise
Oh, the noise it makes
So strong, the wind so strong
It's definitely created out of speed
Or out of everything?
I don't care
Because it makes me feel good
It makes me feel alive
Fresh air, I just need fresh air.

Death by Caffeine.

• It would take 373.15 cups of Green tea to put me down.
• It would take 198.49 cups of Iced Tea to put me down.
• I could drink 46.64 cups of Tim Hortons Large Coffee before croaking.
• I could drink 116.61 cans of Red Bull before croaking.
• I could drink 169.62 cans of Mountain Dew before croaking.
• 227.53 cans of Dr. Pepper + Me = Death.
• I could drink 86.78 cups of Brewed Coffee before croaking.
• I could drink 222.12 bottles of Glaceau VitaminWater Energy Citrus before croaking.

This site is fun!
Energy Fiend - Death by Caffeine

4:32AM.

I don't know why, but last night and the night before I woke up in sweat at 4:32AM. I can only remember looking at the time on my cellphone: 4:32. I just went back to sleep both nights.
I don't remember my dreams or anything for that matter but what's for sure is that waking up at 4:32AM both nights is creepy.

xoxo
Cuca

Nothing like a Lime Popsicle...

I'm eating a Popsicle as I type this. It's hard to do so because I'm alternating typing and holding the treat. It's working, though. This is a very special Popsicle: it's 100% natural lime. It gets to be a little sour sometimes but I love it. The flavor is unbelievable and it doesn't compare to a Popsicle full artificial colorants and flavor.
If anyone would have said to me this morning that I'd be inspired by frozen water with lime, I wouldn't have believed it. Here I am, writing about my now fully eaten Popsicle and its deliciousness.
I love frozen treats! However, I'm not a huge ice cream fan. I do eat it once in a while but it's not my first choice when it comes to flavor-y, sugar-y frozen awesomeness.
I don't think I want to type anything else in here. My Popsicle is gone and so is my inspiration.
Only one more thing, though. There's nothing like sucking on a Lime Popsicle during a hot, sunny afternoon.

xoxo
Cuca

The Window.

You were so broken up. I could see the tears coming down your cheeks, even with a window in between blurring my view.
I was sitting in the back of one car, you were sitting in the back of another. In fact, I'm not sure you were sitting. You were more like lying down facing me, your back against the door, legs completely straight, left one on top of the right one.
Both cars raced, left lane, right lane, and I got to see your sad face and your sad body. I put my hand on the window just like in the movies, when a visitor in a prison puts the hand on the glass window to try to feel the convict's hand. So close and yet so far away.
I was trying to touch your face so that I could clean up your tears, but I couldn't. It hurt that you hurt so much. I knew what you were going through because you told me about it, remember?
We were chatting online and you told me how sad you were, how you wished and hoped it would have worked out but it didn't. The helplessness I felt then, that's how I felt in that car.

I'm glad it was just a dream.
I really am here to help.

p.s. Things will get better.

xoxo
Cuca

Alanis, the Queen.

Yesterday I went to a Alanis Morissette show in Mexico City at the Auditorio Nacional (National Auditorium) and I can't even put into words how amazing the show was.
It's my first time seeing Alanis live and now it's for sure that I'll be seeing her again whenever I get the chance to do so. Her voice is just... unbelievable. Better live than on her records. She reaches tones that I ddidn't even think were possible to reach, and every single time she opened her mouth I felt goosebumps all over my body. The five musicians she brought with her are also amazingly talented and their energy brought a lot to the show. I'm sure it wouldn't have been the same vibe without them.

The setlist was:

Intro (The Couch)
Uninvited
All I Really Want
Versions Of Violence
Not The Doctor
Not As We
You Learn
Hand In My Pocket
You Oughta Know
Everything
Sympathetic Character
Perfect
Moratorium
Tapes
So Unsexy
Ironic
Thank U

Two hours of pure geniusness, ha. I was ecstatic.
The Auditorium is a very well organized place and even if they let you stand up, it's really made to remain seated. Everyone stood up except for the area where my friend Fabiana and I were, so we thought it would be a little rude to stand up and (maybe) block someone's view.
By the time the song "All I Really Want" started we stood up (we were too excited) and this asshole behind us yells–with a very rude tone, by the way: "Sit down!!" but every person sitting in the other areas was standing up and it was a concert so there was no fucking way we'd sit down. So I turn around and I yell back: "sit down in your house!!" (it sounds better in Spanish, haha). He didn't say anything else during the show and as a matter of fact, we kind of encouraged everyone else to stand up. Even the asshole.

Alanis is incredible and if you get the chance you should go to one of her shows. Even if you only know the song "Ironic", it's the kind of show anyone can appreciate and make you jump like crazy.

xoxo
Cuca

"Peopla Got A Lotta Nerve" by Neko Case

Today, we are especially happy to bring you “People Got A Lotta Nerve,” the first single from Neko Case’s forthcoming album Middle Cyclone (out March 3), because for every blog that reposts the song and/or iLike user who adds it to their profile, Neko Case and ANTI- will make a cash donation to Best Friends Animal Society.The promotion will run from January 13 to February 3, 2009. Five dollars will be donated for every blog post and one dollar for every user of iLike that adds the song to his/her profile. Celebrating its 25th anniversary in 2009, Best Friends Animal Society is one of America’s foremost animal rescue organizations. Founded in 1984, Best Friends advances nationwide animal welfare initiatives by working with shelter and rescue groups around the country. On any given day Best Friends Animal Sanctuary, the nation’s largest facility for abused, abandoned and special needs companion animals located in southwestern Utah, is home to approximately 2,000 dogs, cats, horses, rabbits, birds, and other animals. The society also publishes Best Friends magazine, the nation’s largest general interest, pet-related magazine with approximately 300,000 subscribers. For more information, visit www.bestfriends.org.

Download: http://www.anti.com/media/download/708

Jeff Buckley: It hurts every single time I listen.

Never will we have another true artist like you, Jeff Buckley. Your loss made the world spin slower. And it has never recovered.
"Because your truth was a Soul Truth".







xoxo
Cuca

Holy crap! Is it 2009 already?!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Yesterday was an amazing night and today was an amazing morning.
First, I had dinner with my–incomplete–family (about 25 of us) and got to see my most favorite cousin (more like a sister to me) after about 4 years of not seeing her. She was my accomplice in almost everything I did when I was young, she knows everything about me, I know everything about her and it's just one of those people who you love more than normal, ha.
We left the family reunion at about 1:45 a.m. and arrived home because I invited my best friends over to celebrate. I had an amazing time. I'll put it like this, I finished my New Year's partying (playing board games with my friends and occasionally drinking Whisky) today at 7 a.m.
Now, it may not seem like a big deal to you because you party a lot and every weekend you go to sleep at seven in the morning but for me it's like, a major record. Why? Well... because I'm a granny and I'm not a party animal.
Yes, in my 21 years of life I've gone to bed at four or five a few times but I don't think I've ever gone to bed at 7 a.m. I'm excited and I'm proud of myself for staying awake that long, ha.
I definitely started 2009 the way I wanted it to start.
I wish you all the best and hopefully all you wish for will come true.

Take care,

xoxo
Cuca