LAS ROCKDIVAS, by Inma

The name. What a name!. We're still wondering why Juan gave us that name (He swears he took no drugs.) I don't want our name to suggest that we approach life as divas, o don't we? I've accepted this site thing and, of course, I've been given the great duty of introducing the ROCKDIVAS.

Maybe, the thing that makes the ROCKDIVAS so special is that no one of us thinks two much of herself. We're just looking for the moment, that instant when we connect with the audience, those three seconds when we are singing and we've forgotten to stay in tune, the beat and that bloody skirt that keeps on pulling up! That moment when everything is meaningful at last, when we think of nothing but is everything. When the music is there for us. Of course, we didn't come out from nowhere, we've been practising as scholars in a monumental band called LOS DESPRECIABLES. Pure rock in a raw state, if not Neanderthal, that managed, some of us, to prevent our legs from shaking on stage. And what a patience "the great ones" had with some of the apprentices. I just want you to enjoy the music, to forget your troubles so there's only you and us… A big kiss to those who dive fearlessly into the pool, those who try new things with no previous plans, those who kiss with their eyes closed, and, of course, those who are able to turn any moment into something special.

AL DESCUBIERTO (Undisguised)

My first song. ¡Jeez! This song went through as many changes as me: it used to be a challenge, now it's a game. Mr.Bones, my doctor, told me that he should prescribe it all shy women. My girlfriends use this song to clean their houses, my mom doesn't believe it's me, and when a guy listens to this song, they smile back at me in a funny way…

Of course, this is nothing but my imagination, because the quack doctor never asked me for a copy. My girlfriends' houses are disgusting, my mom's favourite sport is pulling my leg, and I haven't had a decent laid for a while, a long while.

TENDRÍAS QUE ESTAR AQUÍ (You Should Be Here)

J. Navarro says that I'm like a scent jar. When I have a nice day, I'm awesome. But when I have a bad day, I'm awful.

With this song you need to open no jar. It's written for us to understand it, that's it. Is there anybody who doesn't miss? Have you never said "You should be here" to the wind, with no one listening to you? I don't know. There's every kind of people. But this song talks of something essential, of how strong we must be even when we feel lonely, of empty refrigerators, of unanswered phone calls, of bed always undone, of pictures you didn't even remember, of that restaurant where you had your best meal (and it's closed by now), of the gigs of your life, at last, what the hell, of those "fucking" moments.

Every time I listen to this song's bass intro I enter my own world, the rest is unimportant to me. I remember all those days of wine and flowers and compare them. Sometimes they win, sometimes I do. I never sing the same song twice the same way, I can only sing one way: that moment's way. I hope you like it.

NADIE CONOCE A NADIE (Nobody knows anybody)

I'm dying to sing this song live. Mi right leg is shaking as if I had some shock and my mouth is so dry that I could die. Then the music starts and it's over. For a friend who asked for advice, and for whom I never have time enough, there it goes:

Ok, fine, you don't know her, you think she's crazy, she talks non-stop and is much taller than you, … so what, if you get gooseflesh and when you're close to her you can't speak without talking nonsense? So what if she lives alone and every now and then you see her talking to the walls that listen to everything and keep it for themselves? You might be weird for her, too, what the hell!, give yourself a chance to be wrong. Lay down the foundations, tell her you're no N.G.O. but you want to be her guinea-pig. I don't know, make up whatever you want, but please, be original. And dive into that pool at once!

But I couldn't say goodbye without acknowledging the person who heard me sing for the first time: thanks, but you shouldn't have lied.

A kiss, Inma Corrupción.

ME VOY DE VACACIONES (I'm Leaving On Holidays)

Whether it's daytime or night-time, I'm followed by a persistent and heavy shadow which keeps on rectifying me all the time. I'm fed up with trying to know why things happen. Why I think in a way that doesn't fit what I want, well, all those absurd things that cross our minds. Being me is very hard, so I'm leaving on holidays, I'm firing me: recycle or die.

From now on it's over, I'm leaving on holidays. I'm giving a rest to my short sighted way of seeing things, I'm saying goodbye to my not listening, goodbye to waste my time thinking, stop talking and start doing.

Trying something and doing it wrong, not being the first one in anything but the second one in everything. What is it I really want to do? Telling the truth is very hard. I've become a master in telling lies as if a brothel's madame, I've smiled when I didn't want, I've endured some shags just to feel a hug. I've screwed it with great guys, I've hidden myself in my irony and my glasses for fear, and I have to carry that baggage to know that I don't want to follow that way. I'm not sad, life is too short and the road too long, and I don't want to make a mistake by letting myself being carried by the flood, and nothing is enough: I'm a troglodyte eating flesh, I devour and savour, I devour when I read, without knowing anymore what's beyond the text. Don't worry, I'll overcome this, but the slope is quite steep and I'm carrying lots of weight.

If you see me silent, don't worry, I'm just learning to listen. It's been very pretty being with you on our last day in the rehearsal room. I thank you for being there.

I promise I'll improve my writing, I'll mature things, give me some time. And, although this looks like one of those self-help manuals, I must tell you that Sousa's hairstyle is disgusting. What do you say about the pictures?

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