OUR STORY AS SEEN BY THE FIRST GIRL WHO JOINED

The first time I saw LOS DESPRECIABLES live I freaked out.

One of the main reasons was that I stood there for almost three hours of gig and I almost didn't notice it; besides, I had no idea what those grey haired rockers were playing: I was born at the end of the Seventies and, as one of them says… my musical references don't go further back than Alejandro Sanz.

But there was something special that kept me jumping among the rest of the audience, and it was the good vibrations you could feel on stage. Vibrations that they shared with all the people there as a blast of fresh warmth full of adrenaline.

Once the gig was over they asked me: "So what, would you like to sing one, next time?" Without hesitating for a second, I said "of course…"

I regretted having said those words every single day after that, up to the moment I got on stage with them… I had rehearsed Wonderful Tonight, and my legs have nearly ever shaken so much in mi life, I have had cold sweat and needed a loo so eagerly… You know what I mean. Turns out that I sang it, not really aware if I was in the wrong key, or I'd lost the beat or making the lyrics up… and I finished it with my sweaty hands holding the mike stand and pressing my feet against the floor so the audience couldn't notice it: as a result, my knees got dislocated by the shaking.

It wasn't a stellar performance, I can tell you, but when the last chord finished and I turned around to the rest of the band, with a "It wasn't my fault" look on my face, all I got was a smile, multiplied by eight, and some other pairs of arms surrounding my numb and sweaty body. It was a gas…

As we were all thrilled, Juan Antonio (the leader of the pack) told me to stay on stage to sing backing vocals on the next one…

• "No, I don't know anything else. I'm going out" -I told him.
• "What are you saying?. I'm sure you know it. It's Johhny B.Goode!"
• "Johhny be what?" -I added, scared to death.

And they started playing it. I spent the three-minute song (which seemed three days for me) singing "aaaah, aaaah" … over the chorus or over the guitar solos. A total disaster (and I was so happy with my little ballad…)

Despite of Johnny.., they told me they were delighted, although, on second thoughts, I'm not sure whether they meant that I had been really good, or just a laugh…

It's been seven years now from that day, and I'm a DESPRECIABLE. The first one who put a couple of ovaries to that thing, because that gang was overcrowded with testosterone…

I won't deny it: there are times that it's been hell, because I'm aware that I've started the song out of tune, and I want the earth to swallow me. Some other times I totally forget the lyrics and I start to sing in "PITINGLISH"… but that's it.

And every month, even if it's just once a month, we get together, dive into the river with no rehearsals, and share three hours sweating and singing for the people: for them and for us, because it is an experience that has to be lived.

I should acknowledge all the people that have taught me, helped me and coped with me. We're a family who shares their troubles and joys one Friday night every month. A bunch that, that Friday night, welcomes you openly.

I could tell two thousand stories that happened to us, but I think that, being an introduction, this is enough for the moment.

DESPRECIABLES: it's been and it's going to be a real pleasure.

Lots of kisses for you. I hope I'll be seeing you, at least to have some laughs together.

P.S.: To Javi (vocals). Many times I don't know what I would do without you. Besides telling me when to start and when to stop… it's a gas to see that, when you pass me the baton and look at me from the audience, there is so much warmth and love in your eyes. Please, don't ever leave: when you're not with us, it's like the table misses a leg. I love you very much.

P.S.: To Juan Antonio (Electric guitar). As the engine of all this, you have moments of joy and some upset… but that's the problem of being the magic wand. Please, keep on pushing: once a month, one Friday night, you give us life… and that's a lot.

P.S.: To whoever could read this (pals). We're eleven people in the band, so if you want to know what's happening to each and every one of us… you'll have to take a look at the web site, because right now I have to go to work (the wage of one Friday night a month is not enough to pay the rent…) I'm waiting for you right here, pal.