my bass professor sent me a message today.

he said that he was great in his new town, teaching music and literature to people on rehab (Oh, my god, he is teaching to people full of addictions, when he could be here, teaching me... ME, the heir of Paul Mccartney)...

well, he also said that he was happy because his new place was so quiet and nice, and blah blah blah blah...

what does it mean? It means that he never, but never, but never in a million years will come back to Buenos Aires. Ok, probably i'm overreacting, but not too much, so i'll never have my bass lessons again.

There is no doubt at all that we hate it when our friends become sucessful... 

yeap, my dear, Morrissey is right as usual. 

he did it again.

playing and singing


*safe and sound

when you dedicate a song to someone -and i'm not talking about writing the lyrics and not even playing it-  i mean, when you just say: "hey, this song reminded me of you" or "i wanted to make you listen this song" or something like that; pay attention to this:

Nothing can have less loyalty than the fact that you dedicate the same song to two different lovers. 

I mean, you choose a song for someone in particular, for any peculiar thing that generates a connection between you and the other one, so just as the new lover cant take the place of the former, cant be the heir of that song either.

In other words, from my point of view, the best thing it would be to pick up new songs for the new relationships. 

it is not so difficult, the world is full of music.

because i'm pretty sure that there must be a circle in the hell for the lazy lovers and if there isnt one, they truly deserve it. I hope that Satan makes justice in a case like this.

really.

nothing much to say, i guess

there are so many but so many things that i would ask tonight...
but maybe or probably it is better not to do it








so i'll come back to my carnival and forget about yoEVERYTHING :0)