Current mood:indescribableA pseudo philosopher and a full time music whore, been playing the bass for allmost 8 years now. I believe in santa clause and penthouse letters, I know I'm going to rock the fucking world!!!
I was born on Isla Morada in the florida keys on december 27th, 1983. I was the only baby in the hospital the day I was born and I was born with a hard on. The doctor spanked me and said "He looks like his father". The nurses loved me.
we moved to san diego, california when I was about 4 months old. I loved growing up in cali. I lived 5 minutes from the beach, used to surf and swim a lot, the weather was amazing and the girls are still cute as hell.
My mother's american and my father's mexican. By blood I'm swedish, irish and spanish. they divorced when I was about a year and a half old and I spent my life travelling to spend time with both of them.
I lived in acapulco for a semester in 3rd grade. that rocked. people party hard there even in 3rd grade. I moved a lot, I remember first day of school in the states. people are tense. first day of school in acapulco, a minute didn't go by before I had a group of people talking to me, being cool with me, I ended up going fishing after class. I had the first kiss I remember in acapulco.
I went back to san diego for a while, but things were different. americans are different. don't get me wrong, I've met some amazing fucking people in my country, but life in general is paranoid and cold compared to mexico. it allmost seems like people in the usa live to work and people in mexico work to live. I don't know if that explains much to anyone reading this, but I love it here.
I went to mexico city 5th and 6th grade. it's wierd, I actually never did 6th grade. I got there and I knew shit of spanish, I learned in acapulco but after a year and a half of not practicing I lost it. so they made me repeat 4th grade, things I had allready seen to learn faster, and then I did 5th grade. then I went back to san diego and did the test to go straight to 7th grade and passed. then I did 8th and 9th grade in mexico city...mexico city rocked. the biggest city in the world and I spent my puberty roaming the streets with my friends. we were skaters, badass city to skate in and I also started playing the bass there. we were into nirvana and a friend of mine was playing the guitar, I heard him and wanted to learn and he told me he needed a bass player, I didn't even know what the fuck a bass was but I said, ok.
the drummer had a bass and an amp, the first song I learned was breed, then come as you are, then teen spirit. I fell in love and bought a used epiphone 4 string bass and a piece of shit peavy combo amp, and started rocking hard.
I moved to queretaro mexico during the summer between 9th and 10th grade...it was a small town compared to what I was used to. 1,800,000 people. 3 movie theaters, 2 malls and A skate park. it's an industrial town with a lot of history, but there's nothing to do, so we all got shitfaced...pretty much all the time, and we had fun doing it. I had my first serious band there, learned a lot with them, did some awesome fucking shows.
I didn't want to go to college, I was sick of school. I stopped liking it in 9th grade. so I went to miami with 2 friends of mine to work. the first job I got was as a busboy at hooters, my friends didn't have work visas so they got an under the table job at a cuban restaurant. after about a month we got really fucking lucky and got a job with hanna brothers catering company, www.hannabrothers.com, on the set of 2 fast 2 furious. we busted our asses, made about 800 a week and had our hotel and food paid for. but we worked about 18 hour days. if breakfast had to be ready at 6, we were up at 1 or 2, setting up tables and chairs and buffet lines, usually a different place every 2 or 3 days. but it rocked. saved up some cash, worked the set till december and I went back to queretaro.
I started rocking with my band there, one night we were in another state, Hidalgo. we were invited as the main band and they say we did a badass show, I don't remember shit cause I was shitfaced and after leaving the equipment at my guitar player's house, I was riding shotgun with afriend in with volkswagon bug (vocho) and we were both horribly drunk. we were allmost at his house, 3 in the morning, and it was a mess. I ended up with 2 hairline fractured vertebrae and a concusion and my friend fractured the 4th vertebrae in his neck. but we were lucky, the only reason we're still alive is cause we didn't have our seat belts on, that would've killed us.
I went back to florida to go to treatment. my mother told me she still had insurance under my name and bought a ticket. the insurance expired when I turned 18 and I was 19. besides, I had no external injuries from the accident. my mother, uncle and grandmother got kinda crazy and thought I was full of shit and that doctors lie to get money. that really sucked, I had to leave.
I tried working for hanna brothers again, I didn't tell them about my back cause they wouldn't have hired me, but I lasted a week. they said I just didn't work like I used to and I moved on.
I met a band in palm beach, the singer was 30, the guitar player 42 and the drummer was 40. I met them through the guitar player that owned a music shop and I needed a new jack plate and he needed a bass player. I was intimidated, this guy had been playing for 26 years, I was 20, that's 6 years before I was even a fucking sperm.
I got along great with the singer, moved in with him and his girlfriend at the time who is now one of my bestfriends, and a girl named monica. the band went to shit, demons and drugs don't mix too well. the singer, a friend of his and I started a home repair business, started making money doing windows. the knew hurricane resistant glass came out and we started replacing windows all over the place. I had a side job at hooters to make some cash while we invested, one night it was friday night wrestling, half the chicken wings were rotten and the waitresses needed steak knives...I poked my right thumb, didn't even bleed. 3 days later I had a stafilo coccus infection. had to go to the hospital, get an IV for the antibiotics, allmost OD'd on painkillers, wasn't a very pretty 3 months of recovery but I got the motherfucker and kept working.
things weren't going very well in florida, so I went back to queretaro. I was there for 3 months, then had to go back to florida to get the workmans comp check. The lawyer said I would get the check in 2 weeks, every week. hurricane ivan and frances hit, no power for a while, I was living in a trailer park at one point, then I finally got my check and left for mexico.
I thought I deserved a vacation, I may have just been being lazy, but I blew all my money partying and travelling, and ended up broke in mexico.
I was in mexico city since the beginning of 2006, working and jamming out with a few different bands, but it's 30 million people in one city, shit was just getting uncomfortable.
A few friends in monterrey offered me to be in a visuals project with them. www.spunco.tv Things are going great for us.
One of them and I are also starting an industrial design business.
And there a several awesome bands looking for bass players in this city.
Things are going fucking great.