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And the return week begins.
On the new year I ended up getting an accident, and like I work at a hospital my boss gave me 3 weeks off to heal which has been a bad step, at times difficult. If anyone here really knows me, they know how much I enjoy my job, and I don’t know what to do with myself when I don’t schedule everything around it. So at first I wasn’t supposed to do much, and that was pretty easy, basically because I was in pain but I was convinced I didn’t really needed pain medication, I was wrong. So it was only when my wife saw my face that she got my meds. I was bored. So I began to realize that I had 3 weeks off. I never have more than 2 days off in a row. But now, I had 20 whole days off !. So I could find somewhere to stay. So we went to our next new home on the hill. And my wife said that he would love to have me over. This involuntary vacation is only okay because I have time to bake with whatever I can scrounge from this still unorganized house in a town suburb and because I get to spend time with my childrens and wife.
Anyway today is the beginning of my last week off and I am spending it also with some vinyls, it’s inspirational and me it makes happy. A HUGE bear hug and see you soon, there is nothing like being reunited with old friends.

Holy shit!  This month marks the 3rd year that I´m writing  around wearethelastbeatniks. It´s so crazy. Well. A belated feast but I thought should write something about it , let’s be honest, although be only just for you, the web wanderer.
I´m trying to blow your mind through the music I love three years ago, it that isn’t as easy as it look, folks, but it is undoubtedly fascinating. Yeah, this helps having a best taste in music, I think. And own a good partner in crime for a better work , you .
I can spend hours listening and pouring over bands, gigs or movies only to find out I’ve been duped by some sounds-images that I thought I liked , or other times, mark a home run after a mere few minutes of listen.
Then , I get to say to myself that I accomplished something productive , and I feel compensated for this through your messages .
Sometimes I remember when was only a reader ( I´m still ) and I wore distraught when my favorite blogs were on hiatus for some days and I felt lost without their coveted musical musings . Well, now the tables have turned, and I’m who is slacking off, for lack of time obviously, and I expect no-one is particularly exasperated by my absences.
When started this bad writer, I had only one child. Now we  have three childrens who play with my instruments and my record player, trying they grow up with good vibes around.
Thanks for all your support over these three years, whether you just started to be swayed by my insanity, or if you’ve been around since those good old days. Either way, it means the world to me and I can’t thank you enough.
I’m not entirely sure what, next times, will hold for this blog. The aim is for more of the same. I going to try and keep it chugging along at a nice easy pace.
Anyway, here I´ll be .
I hope to treat you right .

Pepe

HAPPY RECORD STORE DAY!

Years ago someone told me that 1,200 high school kids were given a survey. A question was posed to them: Have you ever been to a stand-alone record shop? The number of kids that answered “yes” was… zero.

Zero? How could that be possible? Then I got realistic and thought to myself, “Can you blame them?” How can record shops (or any shop for that matter) compete with Netflix, TiVo, video games that take months to complete, cable, texting, the Internet, etc. etc? Getting out of your chair at home to experience something in the real world has started to become a rare occurrence, and to a lot of people, an unnecessary one. Why go to a bookstore and get a real book? You can just download it. Why talk to other human beings, discuss different authors, writing styles and influences?  Just click your mouse.  Well here’s what they’ll someday learn if they have a soul; there’s no romance in a mouse click.  There’s no beauty in sitting for hours playing video games (anyone proud of that stop reading now and post your opinion in the nearest forum).  The screen of an iPhone is convenient, but it’s no comparison to a 70mm showing of a film in a gorgeous theater. The Internet is two-dimensional…helpful and entertaining, but no replacement for face-to-face interaction with a human being.  But we all know all of that, right?  Well, do we?  Maybe we know all that, but so what?

Let’s wake each other up.

The world hasn’t stopped moving. Out there, people are still talking to each other face-to-face, exchanging ideas and turning each other on. Art houses are showing films, people are drinking coffee and telling tall tales, women and men are confusing each other and record stores are selling discs full of soul that you haven’t felt yet.  So why do we choose to hide in our caves and settle for replication?  We know better.  We should at least. We need to re-educate ourselves about human interaction and the difference between downloading a track on a computer and talking to other people in person and getting turned onto music that you can hold in your hands and share with others.  The size, shape, smell, texture and sound of a vinyl record; how do you explain to that teenager who doesn’t know that it’s a more beautiful musical experience than a mouse click?  You get up off your ass, you grab them by the arm and you take them there.  You put the record in their hands.  You make them drop the needle on the platter.  Then they’ll know.

Let’s wake each other up.

As Record Store Day Ambassador of 2013 I’m proud to help in any way I can to invigorate whoever will listen with the idea that there is beauty and romance in the act of visiting a record shop and getting turned on to something new that could change the way they look at the world, other people, art, and ultimately, themselves.

Let’s wake each other up.

JACK WHITE