I've have been many years without playing the guitar, the synthesizers were taken its place and many years without doing the work of record my music either. The music I have been playing live this past two years mostly in Valencia, also Barcelona and Berlin, will be recorded after this craziness in other conditions, but now this is what I have. (link in bio)

Before the fast and unexpected lockdown here in Spain, my electric guitar was being fixed so now is trapped in a Luthier atelier. This particular guitar, with I recorded and played in a very lo-fi and primitive way, is a gift of my dear uncle. Who passed away almost 10 years ago and with whom I had a very strong and special link. It's an american acoustic Fender from the eighties out of catalogue. The strings are very hard, the huge body and his wide neck make the experience of playing something harder than my little electric, but what a resonance it has. My uncle Lorenzo was a mathematic teacher in a public institute, musician (I remember his large nails) and also a very mystical person, I presume now he was esoteric in a very scientistic way. He was a total weirdo, I loved him so much, his death broke my heart in thousand pieces. My darkest day. The same day i left my ex-husband in the airport "forever". What a day, fuck me! When you think the things can't be worst is because you don't know how bitch life can be.
One of my other treasures I inherited from him is a huge book in English about Aleister Crowley.
When I was fifteen I tried to go to his guitars lessons, I remember I had to stopped because he started from the worst for me: the mathematical theories applied to music. I just wanted to play the guitar you know. I traveled out of Spain for the first time with him and thanks to the 9/11, the travel agencies were out of his mind so my travel to Egypt was for free. At the very end of 2001 Egypt was completely empty of tourist, that was incredibly unusual and fucking magic. My uncle was so messy that he forgot me in the pyramids, but thanks to his absentmindedness I could be alone in front of these huge monuments till the guards running and carrying their enormous weapons came to me asking explanations in a very hysterical way, after an impossible communication they could help me to comeback with my group and uncle who didn't realize I wasn't there till the moment I arrive hahahaha!. I never saw the Sphynx because of this situation, but who else is going to be alone just a few meters in front of the pyramids? After this travel I came back being another person, before all this I was just an annoying normal teenager. There is a story about a Crowley's invocation of demons inside Keops when Egypt started to receive visits from the west at the very beginning of the twentieth century. At Keop's burial chamber (in the very center of the big structure) I could felt something like no gravity, I swear god! one of the weirdest things I ever felt in my life. I like to think that one of the Crowley's Demons entered into me, nothing explains better my abrupt change those days. I came back completely euphoric, before this I used to be very introspective and shy in a very extreme way, but then I started to speak loud, fast and compulsive like someone else was inside me. My friends this days couldn't believe it. I still have this compulsive and erratic speeches time by time. My own personal and lovely demon who speaks for me.

This little record is the result of my recovered relation with the guitar and my new voice out of the influence of a massive ingest of drugs, mostly speed, in all its forms I have been doing the past years, I was literally killing myself and my vocals. I reborn thanks to this new form of Global Death. I'm not that kind of person who after living in drugs all the time now is against them, but I'm not the kind of person who do things in a moderated way. I'm very extreme and extremeness require extreme solutions. I wont be the same after this, I'm sure. Paradoxes of life, death becomes life. The sadness killed my uncle, He never learned how to live in real life, always so far away from us. The despair of being separate on his little daughter killed him, I fucking know that. We can die from sadness, you better never forget this. I wont die from the sadness who killed my uncle, neither the self-destruction bad-life addiction who killed my biological father. No fucking way! I clearly was in both directions at the time. Fuck DNA! Now my body and sadness belongs to me again. I don't really understand why many of you are not being pulled through this historical moment just waiting "back to normal", we're not going to comeback to "normal". Take care! We're under an extreme and powerful new order. They own our bodies, don't let them own your mind. I don't know even how to do it, but I'm trying.

All the songs were created during my first month of confinement alone in my apartment in Valencia. The beautiful track number two, I titled "Enlightened Flowers" owns to (one of) my Doppelgänger Lybra aka Adrián Medinas, is the only track i just put my voice.

I'm forever thankful to Alejandro "Huevo" for the mastering.

TO MY BELOVED UNCLE.

Art cover by Adriana Petit.

Valencia
May/April 2020.