Dearest Journal...
It was the moment when i kept all the emotion for a long last hour. Not after sleep a century eyes closed to the sun, but, of closing myself in a bubble, watching how the people in my life rotate. Soon my mom is not my mom, my brother is not my brother, not even my best friend was my best friend... (obviously, talking out of the blood tie... my mom is my mom and my bro is my bro, i'm happy with that...) but until now i think that no one deserves win and lose people as fast as i did...
"It was a long weekend" I whisper to myself, recognizing that i'm right very fast. But it wasn't that long... 5 Days aren't 50 Years ...
From the car i said "Good Bye" to Punta Arenas, and from the plane i planed to say "Hello" to Santiago, but she was so silent and quiet, greeting me with her lonely lights, that i kept my mouth shuted, in 3 seconds, at 6 in the morning, i tried stop hating my life to think how will i enjoy it that weekend. Suddenly, 5 Days are 50 Years ...
The first 3 days i walked through a needed transition time, meet with people that met me 16 years (almost 17 because of 12 days... ¿Can i say that 12 days are 17 years?) , people that i haven't seen for a while. Call to live that hiperactive and happy ghost that was buried under layers and layers of punk, hipocrisy, negligence, broken dreams and laziness. A carefree childishness with the people that i used to love, and now fight against the system to have a minute to waste with me in my "improvised vacations" .
"¿Has something changed since the Green Day concert in Chile?" I read as the main title of the contest (in a way that my mind could keep it easily...)
In this trip, i cutted my hair... Yes, that one that was always at my waist, now is not longer than the edge of the shirt... I was again that little child that wanted to have a bedspread with the HandGranade of American Idiot (now i have it... handmade by my mom and i) , i smiled again as if i have nothing inside the head and think as if in black and white things work better (red and green are just to highlight the emotion) . I stayed there, thinking over my 5 second in Japanese productions, those guys that rock even through their feet and fill stadiums of slanted eyes. I really wished something similar this time...
But no...
It was better...
1000 times better!
Green Day taught me to walk fast and to run slow, to open up my eyes to the people, reject the society and show myself to those who wanted to know me as I AM... Not what they wanted me to be...
I run that day, with my best friend to the place where we didn't see anything at all (i arrived the stadium at 7 in the evening, and the concert started at 9, so i wasn't thinking in see anything...) but even thought, i could see the vocal of A77AQUE making shake the audience from a very different angle (in almost all my concerts, i get in under the "concern" of the production with an oficial credential) but this time, that i get in as a normal civil one, it was the BEST concert in my life...
From "Song of The Century" (yeah! that one that almos didn't is heard) until "Good Riddance" , my world became the mass that crush, push, squeeze, hit (me), (got) hit, insulted (by me) and jumped all over the arena... In fact... All and everyone of the idiots that went to the Green Day concert...
It was so wonderful, that i started to think that nothing will make me fall in love again, and honestly i think that nothing can/could/will do me fall!
Until now my uncle repeats the "BANG BANG" that joined BJ in "Holiday" with fireworks, a marvelous work that made my dream came true. Jump with 24.999 people more , singing my favorite songs of my favorite band...
¡Oh! ¡And GD and 21st Century Breakdown wasn't enough! I've never thought that i will be able to listen Dominated Love Slave or Stuck With Me live! Even Trè Cool came out to sing and play the guitar for a while... I don't want it to be a Japanese production anymore... IT WAS A MILLION TIME BETTER!
I'd like to say thanks to Green Day, the producers and Cristal en Vivo for:
- Give me this...
- Make me invent bad words (after all... BJ gave one of his guitars)
- Make me jump, scream and sing as out of myself
- Help me find a very cheap GD T-shirt (for free in the ground after the concert xD)
- Make me scream with almos 24 songs...
- Make me cry with 3 songs...
- Make me jump and push (and run) with other 2...
- Make me laugh to cry with other 2...
And let me listen a Rock anthology of over 100 years by Billie Joe (oh man, i love his voice) , Mike, Trè, White and the other guy (so sorry man >x<) and even... See ELVIS! (and the drunk bunny )
I went out the stage and bought 2 of the 5 Green Day cds that i didn't have and came back to Punta Arenas with my mind renewed... Honestly, i think that.... If that isn't any change... I can't imagine what is...
*The ACCIDENT part...*
That Sunday, i was thinking in something very creepy... A few years ago... I was dating with this little-son-of-a-bit*h-boy called "whatshisface" (yeah... i took it from "Whatsername" ) and as if it was a destiny think (don't missunderstand me...) the SAME F*CKING DAY that Green Day (MY favorite Band) concert was... Sonata Arctica (HIS favorite Band) was having a concert too! the same time... but 2:XX hours (Green Day one was almost 3:00 hours!) oh.. and other difference... Sonata Arctica had been here in Chile 3 times... Green Day ♥ only 2
=3...
By the way... Ironic... Isn't it?...
Well... that was my slip... Enjoy!!
See ya Journal! ♥
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