The Posies, Electric Six, The Bellrays, Beasts of Bourbon en Cantabria

[Mod]

Era una simple broma ya que te veía tan emocionado y yo no puedo ir . El frosting on the beater es uno de los clásicos noventeros.

[Stoner]

[robreto]

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[Stoner]

THE POSIES.

LOS MÁS GRANDES QUE HUBO, QUE HAY Y QUE HABRÁ SIEMPRE.

ESTE GRUPO ESTARÁ EN MI CORAZÓN PARA TODA LA VIDA

[Stoner]

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[Stoner]

CUIDADÍN CON LOS AMIGOS IMAGINARIOS QUE ÉSTÁN SUBIENDO COMO LA ESPUMA

[Mod]

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Nunca fuí muy duro en la vida..

A parte de fotos y groupies, ¿que tal el concierto?

[Stoner]

tremendo, conciertazo... ya se que soy muy pesado, pero es lo que hay, el que no los haya visto no puede hacerse una idea si no lo hace. Los que los ven por primera vez flipan siempre.

Ya colgaré crónica cuando pueda

[Stoner]

Jon Auer se la deja toda la noche la guitarra a la puerta de la tropicana y no se la mangan!!!

Curiosamente yo olvidé mi chubastquero, esperemos que tenga la misma suerte

SANTOñA, 10/26

Oh, my lord, did I hurt the next morning. But, I had expected it to be worse. Just a sore neck. Dom caught her flight early, I was devastated to have her leave so soon. Our van, and our driver Aritz, pulled up at the appointed hour of ten, and we loaded up our guitars etc. (they had spent the night backstage at Sidecar). I had to work up an invoice before we could bail, so the finances were all in order. Matt was in a cheerful mood (had he slept? doubtful) and had bought a bunch of fruit, meat, cheese, bread and basil at the local market...off we went. Across most of Spain.

Santoña is a lovely little fishing town on the north coast of Spain...I think it's the main place for anchovy fishing in Spain. To get to it you drive on a causeway across a massive lagoon, which is a national park/wildlife refuge. It's pretty small, not even 12,000 people, although apparently the population in summer is significantly larger. I know this because our hotel was on the beach, and was part of a huge parallel community of vacation homes and hotels, virtually empty when we searched for the hotel after soundcheck. In fact, we were the only guests in the hotel, except for the support band, and they hadn't bothered to turn the heat on in the building. Darius was already feverish from the travel and sweat. It was lovely to have the beach to myself the next morning. A moody gray morning, huge breakers unraveling on a virgin beach about 2 miles long. I could see a couple of black dots about 200 yards away--surfers.

Ah, the show? Well, we were tired. So we played it kind of safe--a slightly shorter set than usual. Not so many fast songs. Still, I think we played with plenty of soul, and probably rocked harder than many a band. There was a super insane bit where Solar Sister devolved into "What A Fool Believes"...uh. Yeah. We had a decent crowd considering the town was much smaller than about 75% of the REM shows I've played over the years...

Before the show we enjoyed a gift from Dani at Arola, a bottle of Celler de Capcanes Pansal del Calas from 2000, a sweet concoction made from old vines Grenache.

After the show, we loaded up and went back to our freezing hotel...I went straight to bed. In the morning, I went for a walk on the beach...looking down from our balcony, at cinder block houses, palm trees, and lush green vegetation, I felt like I could have as easily been in Laos as Cantabria. The intense gray sky was hardly threatening, even with monstrous waves rolling underneath. It just seemed...exotic and beautiful.

Soon it was time to go. We started to put our luggage in the van, and Jon noticed one of his guitars wasn't in the van. Now, I had done a thorough sweep of the club, so I knew it hadn't been in there when we left. We asked the opening band if it had migrated into their stuff. No. We drove into town to check at the club, even tho' we knew no one would be there at 10am. We couldn't get close to the club as a market had taken over the surrounding streets. Jon stopped in a cafe on the corner and asked if anybody had seen...and pretty soon they were bringing his guitar out of the back room. It had spent the night on the steps of the club, and when the owners of the cafe came to get ready to open at 5am, they picked it up and brought it in. I love small towns! In Paris it would have probably been stolen before our soundcheck was done!

[Stoner]

solo durante hoy:

Me he fusilado a mi mismo.



http://www.eldiarioalerta.com/periodico/...dfs/50.pdf

[Patty Heart]

¿El de los ojillos chispeantes de las fotos eres tú?

Es que yo ya te había hecho pelirrojo y claro, ver las jetas reales es lo que tiene, jeje.

(se te ve emocioaníco,eso sí)

[Stoner]

si, emocionado y cargado