Musical Endeavors.

It has long been a standing, outrageous dream we -the dragas- hold.

We have lot's of them, really: crear una fundación para los amantes del pepinillo (imagine buying a burger in McDonalds and getting asked if you wish to donate your pickles); celebrar el festival de Río de Janeiro en Río -si, la cerrada en la Condesa; escribir un par de libros (Life in the Pretentious Way and Discapasutra); and so on and so forth.

Yet, we have toyed around with the idea of starting our own band, which should be aptly named "Stomp your feet and say no" (vilmente copiado de los Clap your hands and say yeah).

The idea, basically, is that since none of us have musical inclination or visible talent, it should be something terribly cacophonic, with some half-cooked philosophy about breaking the common place of beauty and esthetics, going beyond the form or something like that.

In any case, Rous and I had decided to do something among the likes of El Maestro Roberto Quenedy.



That is, until Alex decided to illustrate me on the possibilities. Perhaps we can go all the way with the washawasheo; perhaps, we might even go to the next level. The one of absolute ozzo.

This far:



Is it possible? Should I dare to hope...?