BCN WEEK | Barcelona's Alternative Newsweekly
Vol 1, No 78 | September 10, 2009

Ever the intrepid travellers, even, or perhaps especially, when confined to city limits, the BCN WEEK staff works tirelessly so that you don't have to. Bound together like a fresh set of quintos, we trailblaze in menacing and uncharted territory. No barman is too fierce, no floor too dirty, no metro ride too long to thwart these safariing heroes. Armed only with our whiskey-deadened wits and liquid courage, our investigative teams take to the field and bring you our reports on the urban jungle.



ARCHIVES

Cent 159

Flashmobbing

Hasta la Victoria Siempre

I Remember Spannabis

Mammuthus Frugalitus

Cycle Polo

Psychobilly Beach

The Free Michelin

Looking for Carmen de Mairena - Part II

Looking for Carmen de Mairena - Part I

The Unwelcome Guests

The Road to Hell is Lined with Bravas

Nomenclaturismo Unplugged/Ghost Houses

Nomenclaturismo Unplugged

Sexy Bingo!

Bars Manolo

Psychobilly Beach

That Hair! Those Tats!

by El Staff

We largely prefer the esoteric to the obvious, the mutants to the monotone; so when we heard that the beach village of Pineda del Mar would be hosting a Psychobilly festival, we grabbed our suits and went up the coast. As it were, we never even stepped inside the festival gates - we spent the afternoon schmoozing and boozing to surf music at the beach bar and marvelling at monster tattoos on white skin. We were surprised to discover that beneath the character masks of these punked-out greasers, there were many redeeming qualities: heart, generosity, one-love-mindedness and no-bullshit communication. We hereby take it upon ourselves to delight you with some of the unexpected thoughts and frank words of our new friends.

SCENE 1 “Now that’s what I thought too, but honey, she’s been getting her tattoos done by that tacky Laverne for the past year - she can’t afford anyone else! No wonder she doesn’t come to our dinner clubs anymore, the pitiful thing.”

SCENE 2 Guti sighed contentedly as he looked upon the ocean, pondering the nature of things; thinking about how music put his days into context; about how he would prolly start a bar fight that night.

SCENE 3 “Dudes, it was a total wipeout. You try that shit without lube.”

SCENE 4 “I swear to God, if they kill off one of the Hardy Boys, I’m switching to that goddamn Paulo Coehlo.”

SCENE 5 “See this fine lady? I got her in ‘98 to watch over my crown jewels, and I’ll tell you what, she’s some kinda woman. Only one I ever trusted - she ain’t goin’ anywhere, see.”

SCENE 6 “This crown, placed on the brachial vein leading to your heart, tells me that the king of pop is going to go into cardiac arrest, which will result in his death, and your tears, my friend.”

SCENE 7 The most misunderstood thing about Roxanne was all the pink she incorporated into her look: bitches thought she wouldn’t fuck them up. Bitches was dead wrong.

SCENE 8 Bernhard was a modern day Fonzie, and had the panties to prove it.

SCENE 9 “Tonight, I eat your dog and become immortal.”

SCENE 10 “I‘d love to spend all day at the beach too, but might I remind you that we have a child who has cotillion class in the morning.”
“Fine. Anyway, this salt water is not doing very much for your rattail.”
“You’re a bastard, Harold.”

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