The pros and cons of a dead mobile.

Two weeks ago (aprox., I am REALLY lost in time and space since the following event occurred) I was having lunch with my boyfriend at a local market seafood joint, and I (of course) didn't finished my grape soda. I closed the bottle and cleverly STUCK IT INTO MY BAG.
The bottle was not properly closed.
So it was GRAPE SODA FUCKING FLOOD inside my bag, where I keep my keys, my wallet, some useless variable junk, makeup... and of course, --it can't be any other way 'cause I'm so terribly smart--, my FUCKING MOBILE.
So long story short, my mobile is an asshole who doesn't like grape soda at all and died. In my mind it was like those kid's toys which emulates cellphones but they have water in them and with a couple buttons you can make the water flow to move little plastic rings and make them go trough some little plastic sticks, but instead of water mine had grape soda and instead of two big buttons it had a qwerty keyboard.

Anyways, I've been living my life without a mobile, and if it wasn't because of internets, I would be completely isolated and will probably be living at some farm feeding on my chickens and pigs and having kids. But I don't want to be an unfair pesimistic jerk so I made a pro-con list of having no cellphone.

It does sucks.

I HATE riding the bus. I HATE IT (updated)

I just had to say it.

*UPDATE* I forgot to tell you guys, tomorrow (19 july) at 2:00 pm (México hour) we'll be doing a live stream from a Wolf Season rehearsal over Twitcam, make sure to follow @wolfseasonband on twitter so you can watch it! :D

Work weeks

I haven't been able to write anything to you guys this week, first of all I was completely down spirited because of the national elections results, so I've been personally struggling for our voice to be heard over the chaos of people who are willing to just let the owners of Mexico's capital and investors control our political future and let us, the young people, be exterminated as if we were a plague. But that's another story.
The fun thing about this is that our friend Pastas Padilla, whom I told you about on earlier posts delivered us the recording we did at his place, is a song who actually talks a bit about the feeling I got about the politics and security clime down here. It can't be more appropriate to this moments in which we don't know wether we would be able of keep the struggle or just leave and put our asses safe before the fire against us starts.
So when we recorded it I also took a few pics (real few, I was running down on battery). Sharing right up.

 Lulu Cervantes: Bassist

 The genious behind the masterpiece

 Lulu doing what we love her for!

 Urrmm this is me! (taken by the drummer)

 Chatting!

Sexy drummer: Sam Wolf

And later on I did a really quick video with our lyrics (kinda karaoke-ish) for people to learn the song when we play it at gigs, and now we're at the negotiations to start the recording of a proper video and re-release it as a single. Look forward to it, it'll sure be amazing. Meanwhile I let you the sing-along version (XD). Enjoy it.

Ohhh yeah if you want to download the song to your Ipod or something just send a DM to my twitter account @DeanMayW or @wolfseasonband or just post a comment with your email and we'll send it to you :D

Democracy is kidnapped

We're sad, but not dead.

WE WON'T STOP MOVING