Hi again!

This is a nice snapshot of Green Day's performance of John Lennon's song "Working Class Hero" , on American Idol. Seems to me that Billie Joe was not very happy at that moment. Maybe taking himself too seriously? Dunno.

Other things are getting my attention lately. I'm tired of waiting for Green Day's new record. I watch both the video clip and the American Idol performance of Lennon's song. I still like the original version better. Talking about covers, I'd rather listen to Green Day's version of the Clash's "I fought the law", voted by GDA visitors as their best cover. Maybe?

Anyways, always me and my crazy head. I sorta had a kinda platonic relationship with someone, who suddenly ran away (thank God we never took things further, and anyway, I wasn't that fond of the guy either).

I had a dream that I was someone else... and I didn't like it much. Felt I had lost a lot by not being who I really am. I like who I am...that's all folks!

Hi again!
Not being able to resist the temptation to include one of my favorite pictures of Billie Joe. I just can't help it. No, No, No, I'm not in love with him or anything. That point is clear in my head and heart.
Talking 'bout love, well, that department is really very neglected in my life. Was, has been, is, will (always?) be...Dunno.
What is a girl like me supposed to do in order to finally fall in love and being loved back? Dunno.
Why haven't I been able to show my inner self, an endless hopeless romantic who believes her better half is somewhere in the world? Dunno.
Only thing I know: I may have to post a question on Yahoo!, get some people's answers from their own blogs, and stuff like that.
Within this punk rocker sorta cynical girl I am lies a true incorrigible romantic who still would love to find her knight in shining armor...
But no way... in my country, being older than 30, being slightly overweight, shorter than 1.70 meters, and not having these popular boobies or buttocks that only very dangerous cosmetic surgery can give you reduces the chances of your attracting someone from the opposite sex.
There's a Billie Joe's song called "At the library", the story goes that he was presumably not very popular with girls back in high school, so he then tried to hook up with a "very ugly" girl who worked at the school library. To his shock, the "ugly" girl refused his invitation, on the grounds that she already was dating someone. Just imagine, he couldn't even score with the ugly chicks...
Of course, I guess that "ugly" girl, if she is still alive, must be regretting every second of this event...or maybe not. Dunno. Would I have dated someone like him back in high school? Dunno...Maybe not. A drug addict? Nope, Nope, Nope...

I guess what I need is an extreme make-over, LOL

That's all folks!!!

What do I know about Green Day? Here I come, oh my own! I would say it depends on when I ask myself this question:

1995: they sound good – that Dookie cassette is short, fast-paced and a lot of fun. I don’t care much about the lyrics. Anyway, I just listen to the tape every early morning while I get a shower and get dressed to go to work.

1996: there’s a new cassette around in the record shops – Insomniac. I just bought it. Sounds a little harsher than Dookie. Honestly, I’d rather listen to Nirvana’s Unplugged. Except for Brain Stew, good vibe, that guitar is fascinating.

1999: a friend lends me a copy of Nimrod. I just love it all! All the songs are so interesting, and so well-spoken I barely need to download the lyrics to find out what they are about. My favorite of all is Good Riddance. Very mature lyrics, very suggestive, I’ve used it many times in my classes since then.

2000: this time I’ve bought a CD: Warning! Dunno why, it’s kinda of disappointing. I was expecting something mellower. But there it is. My CD player got damaged; I can no longer hear the CD. I like Warning, Waiting, Church on a Sunday, and Minority. The other songs I’m not so sure. I kinda keep The Offspring’s Americana in sight, ‘coz I like it better.

2004: MTV broadcasts American Idiot video. WoW! I understood the damn lyrics! And I’m so glad they criticize the Americans that way. A few months later, Boulevard of Broken Dreams. The guys look so cute there! The video is evil, mysterious and deep in a beautiful and gothic way. The lyrics are all about me, how come? Billie Joe sings exactly about how lonely I feel. No way, he has stolen ideas from my endless nightmares!

2005: I love Green Day again! After Nimrod, something more elaborated, more operatic in nature. Flamboyant, reckless, bold, honest, plain and crude. Just the mixture I hoped it would be. American Idiot deserves all the Grammys that has been nominated for. Oops, they just got one. Hey at least the Grammys realized they exist. Long live rock, down with pop and Britney clones!!!!

2006: MTV broadcasts Bullet in the Bible. A visit to internet informs me there is a CD+DVD compilation. I must buy it! I did, they really delivered. I’ve been so happy listening to all the past stuff. I just realized how stupid I was for giving away my Warning! CD when I did some cleaning up. I listened to a cassette with all the songs very badly recorded, and I wish I had the CD again. I’ve spent like 6 weeks going to all of the record shops I know in Caracas, but nothing. I could buy on-line, but I need permission from CADIVI to do so. Damn it! What was I thinking?

That’s it. A personal chronology of what I know about Green Day first-hand. C U around, Charlie Brown!

Well, this week is all about using Information and Comunications Technologies in the EFL classroom. Not quite the usual browsing Green Day sites.
Yesterday I watched at YouTube.com an awsome Green Day rendition of Queen's We are the Champions. And I learned that a friend/colleague of mine went to their concert in Florida last year. How much I envy him!!!
Anyway, back to business. And keep on listening to Green Day. Awesome!
The picture shows BJ singing with Bono and The Edge. They sounded good, though I hate it that I will never be able to listen to the whole song. In my country we can't use our credit cards to buy anything on line, unless the government gives you permission to do so. Damn it!

Ok, what do I like the most about Billie Joe Armstrong? The fact that not only is he a remarkable musician with lots of street credibility and integrity, but also a family man.

This picture, I'm not sure, was taken when Green Day received some sort of award. (I'm sorry I don't remember well, folks). The fact is, in good and bad times, Billie Joe has his family as his number one priority. I find it cute and awsome.

I just love this picture. It reminds me of the multiple roles every human being plays in this world's stage. Also, I wish I had a family like that. No kidding!!!

I often tell my friends and colleagues that I don't want kids. The truth is I long for establishing my own family, but I'm too afraid of being rejected and neglected. Once more, my stupid insecurity kicks in!!!

To make this point clear: I admire Billie Joe and the fact that he has successfully combined career and family harmonically. I DO NOT ENVY HIM, ok?

Well, folks, that's all for now.....

Well, folks I know that the blog is supposed to deal with personal stuff. Not quite, though. I'm gonna start from now on by writing about the stuff I like, the fantasized world my mind creates every time I become obsessed with something, and possibly, if I ever manage to have time, I will start putting in digital version all the stuff I've been writing in small sheets of paper, cardboard, paper napkins, torn folders, and cute Barbie notebooks.
Yes, I do become obsessed with different kinds of stuff. Like in my teen years, my obsession was basically to become one of the popular girls in class. But I had two things against me: my Mediterranean looks (kinda chubby, too white, too hairy, too acne prone, too huge glasses, too crooked teeth, too stinky body odour, what else can I say?). The info. in parentheses just became my teen anger karma. No popularity that way.
So then I tried being cool, I had a classmate who was as ugly as whatever you can think of... I guess Ronaldinho is far cuter than this classmate of mine. Anyway, I started letting people know I liked music and dancing. Ooops! Oh no! I kinda liked the wrong type of music: salsa (Willie Colon and Ruben Blades). Oh, c'mon! I, in the middle of mediterranean and Middle East descendants (Portuguese, Spanish, Lebanese, Sirian, Italian) trying to become popular by listening to such "horrendous music for slum people". Failure number two.
So then I became an angry young teen, hating myself mostly. From then on, I started listening to John Lennon's Double Fantasy record. Yes, record, long play, not CD or DVD. Anyway, I didn't understand any bit of it. The album came with the lyrics, and from these I kinda tried to translate the stuff little by little. So I found out a lot of stuff was going on there. I found out that Lennon was the singer in a very old favorite song of mine: In my life. Little did I know then that the band was no other than the Beatles. So my obsession number two was about to take place.
I embarked into a decade's obsession with everything Beatles: even McCartney stuff. So I began to realize there were other bands around. I'm not gonna go deep into the Beatles thing right now, for I think I have documents that date back from that decade that can show better what I mean by "my Beatlemania period".
After that, came other things: in my twenties, two more obsessions co-existed with Beatlemania: losing weight and finding romance. I failed miserably at both, being contented with just getting by with the Beatles music and memorabilia.
In my late twenties, I found myself angrier than ever, considering vanishing definitely from this freaky planet. But I found Nirvana, and Kurt Cobain was cathartic. I went by, working as a dog at that binational center I should not mention, so that they don't sue me or stuff.
But then, I was no longer that angry at myself: Kurt killed himself, or did he? I still think he was driven to kill himself, drug-induced and under pressure from his so-called friends, colleagues and family. I understood the meaning and fragility of life, as I also accepted the fact that no man will ever approach me in a romantic way. Not ever!!!
That horrific year I was rejected three times, one of which the police was even called. Was I a stalker? So the guy thought, a stupid woman hater who thought I wanted to rape him or something. To make it short, the second rejection came from a guy who couldnt think of a better excuse that my being "overweight, greasy, disgusting piece of bacon". Ahhhh, well, the overweight part was partially true. I'm much heavier now, but never this beautiful I am now. The third one came a little gentler: he was a committment-phobe who wouldn't dare take a chance on me. Or so he let me know. Why was I setting eyes on the wrong guys??? What was wrong with me?
I later dismissed the whole idea of ever dating anyone, so I focussed on my career as an EFL teacher and my studies. I even forgot about the music for a while. Two years after Cobain's death, I started listening the only two bands that have held my attention ever since: Oasis and Green Day. Which happen to be my new obsessions now. In a healthy way, you know. I know I will never ever meet the guys, I don't even consider being a few feet away from them or anything. I just enjoy the music, and reading stuff in the net, and downloading music, pictures and gossip. That's all.
My next postings will show what I know so far about these bands. For now, this will suffice.