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"Lo que verdaderamente me importa es acostarme pensando que hemos hecho algo estupendo" Steven Paul Jobs (1955-2011)

lunes, 9 de mayo de 2016

DE CÓMO ACABÓ LA GENERACIÓN X


Últimamente abro mis presentaciones con una foto de Kurt Cobain y los acordes de “Smells like teen spirit”. Y ello por 2 motivos; porque pertenezco a la Generación X y, segundo, porque creo firmemente que hay una manera de hacer distinta, pero al mismo tiempo igual de comprometida con los resultados.

En abril se cumplían 22 años de su muerte y repasando notas encuentro motivos y credos que aún hoy perduran en su vigencia.

“Ellos se ríen de mi por ser diferente, yo me río de ellos por ser todos iguales”.
“Tratar de ser alguien que no eres es desperdiciar a la persona que eres”.
“Las estrellas están ahí solo tienes que mirarlas”.

Ahora toca preguntarse ¿que quedó de la Generación X?.  Quizás todos nosotros olamos tan solo a “Rexona”.

Walk on, walk on, walk on. This is 2bajopar. Buena semana.

Este post ha sido escrito en 12 minutos.


Os dejo el texto de su última carta (Boddah era su amigo imaginario de niñez)


To Boddah

Speaking from the tongue of an experienced simpleton who obviously would rather be an emasculated, infantile complain-ee. This note should be pretty easy to understand.

All the warnings from the punk rock 101 courses over the years, since my first introduction to the, shall we say, ethics involved with independence and the embracement of your community has proven to be very true. I haven't felt the excitement of listening to as well as creating music along with reading and writing for too many years now. I feel guity beyond words about these things.

For example when we're back stage and the lights go out and the manic roar of the crowds begins., it doesn't affect me the way in which it did for Freddie Mercury, who seemed to love, relish in the the love and adoration from the crowd which is something I totally admire and envy. The fact is, I can't fool you, any one of you. It simply isn't fair to you or me. The worst crime I can think of would be to rip people off by faking it and pretending as if I'm having 100% fun. Sometimes I feel as if I should have a punch-in time clock before I walk out on stage. I've tried everything within my power to appreciate it (and I do,God, believe me I do, but it's not enough). I appreciate the fact that I and we have affected and entertained a lot of people. It must be one of those narcissists who only appreciate things when they're gone. I'm too sensitive. I need to be slightly numb in order to regain the enthusiasms I once had as a child.

On our last 3 tours, I've had a much better appreciation for all the people I've known personally, and as fans of our music, but I still can't get over the frustration, the guilt and empathy I have for everyone. There's good in all of us and I think I simply love people too much, so much that it makes me feel too fucking sad. The sad little, sensitive, unappreciative, Pisces, Jesus man. Why don't you just enjoy it? I don't know!

I have a goddess of a wife who sweats ambition and empathy and a daughter who reminds me too much of what i used to be, full of love and joy, kissing every person she meets because everyone is good and will do her no harm. And that terrifies me to the point to where I can barely function. I can't stand the thought of Frances becoming the miserable, self-destructive, death rocker that I've become.

I have it good, very good, and I'm grateful, but since the age of seven, I've become hateful towards all humans in general. Only because it seems so easy for people to get along that have empathy. Only because I love and feel sorry for people too much I guess.

Thank you all from the pit of my burning, nauseous stomach for your letters and concern during the past years. I'm too much of an erratic, moody baby! I don't have the passion anymore, and so remember, it's better to burn out than to fade away.

Peace, love, empathy.
Kurt Cobain

Frances and Courtney, I'll be at your alter.
Please keep going Courtney, for Frances.
For her life, which will be so much happier without me.


I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU!


1 comentario:

  1. Efectivamente todos olemos a Rexona, tanto mas intenso cuanto mayor es la categoria del narinero. Solo aquellos que acaban de embarcar no huelen. Pero en cuanto vean a la marineria y sus comandantes iran corriendo a por un buen spray

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