Blog Marley and the Wailing American

Week in review;

Tuesday night, went to the Wailers. Had bought two tickets to the show, one for this girl in my program, but she lamed out because it cost too much. (Then why did you ask me to buy you a ticket?) The aforementioned girl is rich, like really rich, like she brought a $3,000 camera with and dropped it into the river rich. Went to the show solo, managed to sell the other ticket for $5 less then I bought it for, but was happy to get rid of it. The ticket by the way cost like $21 (every time I use a $ sign, consider it in U.S. dollars, not the peso. Oh, you already did that? My bad) the place was packed, similar set up to that of First Avenue, probably holds about the same amount to, roughly 1500-1700 amigos. The Wailers had played a few nights earlier at the Pepsi Music Festival, which I did not attend, so I was surprised that many people would come see them again. As soon as the house lights went down, the cherried end of many joints lit the room up. These Argentine’s love their weed, and while I did not indulge on this night, I have one time prior and let me tell you, it is shitty, I guess that’s why they smoke so many of them. I have seen the Wailers three times prior, and every time they put on a great show. They even played 2 new songs, which I believe are some of the first they have written. The band is centered around the Wailer’s original bassist, Ashton “Family Man” Barret, who I believe is now the only original member in the group. I am not sure who was on vocals, I know it wasn’t Stephen, Damien or Ziggy Marley, but it may have been a different son. (There are plenty to choose from.) Show lasted about 2 hours, beers cost less then $2.00, I had many and skipped my first day of Spanish the next day (we are allowed 3 skips, it twas my first.) Later in the week, I finalized my plans for semester break which starts on Thursday. I will be taking a bus to Northern Patagonia, bumming around there for a bit, then flying out of Tierra Del Fuego, Chile 9 days later. I however will most likely skip this flight and live amongst my brethren, the penguin, assuming they except me as who I am. I plan to kill the alpha penguin and quickly claim the role as “Eli, Emperor of the Penguin, Slayer of the Wildebeest and Patagonia’s Bachelor of the Year 2007/2008” Only time will tell if this prophecy will come true, I will let you know.
Friday was fun, we wuz (ye whattup) suppose to play soccer, but it was pouring rain so it was cancelled. That night I saw Joanna Newsome play a solo concert at local disco. The show was sold out; I’d estimate 1500 people at least watching quietly and politely this tiny American girl playing the harp. It was amazing, the show of course but also the crowd. Mind you this was at a bar, not a theater. Alcohol was being served, yet their was no bar chatter like every bar show in the U.S. After ever song, the audience clapped like it was her last, and the few people who dared to talk during the show were quickly “shhhsd” by an audience member. I have seen here once before, at a sold out 400 bar show, that time she had a great band with her, this time she was all alone. She is one of those artists that you either love or hate, no in between. I love her, straight up. After the show, we hung around the club for some indie/techno pop dancing, which along with the $1.66 tequila shots made for a fun rest of the night. After this, we attended a different bar to meet with annoyingly drunk Americans from our group, who ashame me greatly when they have been drinking. It was here in which the girl I like made out with the guy who talks shit about her behind her back, which has put me in a melancholy mood since. Do I expose him? Do I move on? Do I really expect advice from you blog readers? Of course, not, you are here for entertainment, which I try and give.
Yesterday, got like 5 hours of sleep, as some jackass was jack hammering across the street from me at 10:00am. Felt shitty most of the day, mentally and physically. Tried to go eat at TGI Fridays last night, but their was an hour long wait to get a table. It’s crazy how much they like out American ways of eating here, yet still remain so damn skinny and pretty.
Today has started out well, got up early and took a walk and finished my book in Plaza San Martin, a beautiful little green area not too far from where I live. Took some pictures, finished “Ishi” which is a biography of the last “wild” Indian in the west. It’s not terribly exciting, but is interesting reading about his adaptation into western society. The rest of my day shall be spent finishing my take home part of my final exam in Spanish, which is on Thursday. My roommate turns 21 on Wednesday, I think we are taking him to Hooters and that’s my life.

-The Penguin