Natural habitats

When I go down the stairs of Rock Cafe Club in central Prague, to reach the backstage area, a familiar feeling invades me. My face is unwashed but I still got to manage a little tourbus hygiene and brush my teeth. Many of my favorite books are about the art of adapting and I am always fascinated about the success stories of people or beasts descenting into hell, finding their way there, starting a life, sometimes, worth living for. By no means I wish to compare the First world trenches or any truer captivity to this life of touring. We have a table full of food, coofee, nice couches, techonology. It is just that first feeling when you get into a place, you have never been, and start nesting for the day. It is like all materializes on tour, putting away some of the anxiety that always mounts before we set foot on the tranqullity of a bus or the welcoming looking sandwiches wrapped for us backstage. That is why that the week that preceeds the tour is always the weirdest one. There is a time where everything seems to fall apart and another time when things come together. What gets you a bit crazy and anxy, is that the chaos and harmony  are only separated by a few days or even hours. Worst case scenario: minutes.

This sensation might describe perfectly a life lived between domestic parenthood and the orderly reckless travels and shows of the rock’n’roll circus, big or small, does not matter, you still have to play the show at night, sandwiches or not. The person one becomes can tie with both universes but as the universe itself not all is harmony and, sometimes, convulsions on a microcosmos confined to four walls and common space, might be violent for you. To deal with that speedy adaptation is everything you must concentrate on. Basic rules and moods set in quite easily, quite familiarly.

If you like to ruminate as much as I do and put your faculties at service of speculation, you will be left with a good deal to think about. Is it ok and even appropriate to fit in both quotas (the family, the road) and does one have to feel guilty of prefering one over the other, as the days pass by and miles click in, are questions I try to answer without great success. The smile of a fan in the crowd or the joy of your son flying in your arms, what does stand more valuable? Blood can be louder than everything. The beauty of it is that it is not an option as one can be easily mislead to. What is nice, though, is that familiar feeling of both, proving only that our natural habitats are much more where our heart is, regardless of the detail of physical presence.

Simple: before you put your helmet on, call home. If everything is peaceful there, then let the battle here begin.kwadrat stage


9 thoughts on “Natural habitats

  1. Wolfgang

    I wish you all the best for the upcoming days, may the spell be with you…i was supposed to join you in Prague, but sometimes life has different ideas about what one is supposed to do…all the best and a big embrace – The Wolf

  2. Michaela

    Thank you for sharing your thoughts, your time, your music with the rest of us. I hope you will find presence of people who waste your time as rare as possible in your life so that you can concentrate on things that are important to you :). Also thank you for yesterday show, it was wonderful, enriching and it made my day (and I’m sure that days of other people there as well) more beautiful. Two hours later, still couldn’t wipe the ecstatic/idiotic smile off my face : D. Wish you the best of luck in whatever you decide to do and hope to see you soon again :).

  3. Lutzi

    Dear Fernando, this post is exactly the answer, on which I though yesterday when was the Prague show of MOONSPELL in the end. About the values of your life, between your parenthood and artist´s face. Very nice answer within depths of your soul. Same as the yesterday´s show. Exactly, my first met face to face with Spell, my best birthday´s day, what I could have and, especially, the best experience, via artists, as you, Moonspell are, and via music, which is identical, with my soul. Thanks for yesterday´s Prague guys, and especially you Fernando, the true VERSUS between life and death, light and dark. Friday was a genuine INFERNO, which I always wanted to be apart!!! I found myself in your art, via lyrical and musical way, where you go.

    With all respects, Lutzi, your great fan from Czech

  4. Marcos Fernandes

    Belo post, Fernando! Sou um músico em início de carreira e me inspiro muito em ti. Acompanho vosso trabalho há mais de 10 anos e posso dizer com muita certeza que Moonspell é a banda que mais prezo! Suas palavras refletem meus sentimentos no momento, conheço essa dualidade, e não é fácil passar por essas dúvidas. Obrigado pelo trabalho magnífico que fazem, keep rocking! \m/

  5. Carlos Bessa

    “The smile of a fan in the crowd or the joy of your son flying in your arms, what does stand more valuable? Blood can be louder than everything.” Wow!! That is literature!! It´s an image, a photo, a feeling that hits you as hard (harder?) than reality!!

    Um abraço de Angola Fernando

  6. Dagmar

    You are my favourite person/poet/warrior at the time being. I am studying screenwriting and script editing and the movie industry can be so shallow sometimes. Just yesterday I was thinking about how grateful I am that I am able to meet and hear people who still believe in the power of words and moonlight and things beyond the grasp of reason and money. Thank you for a great show in Prague. Take care. Dagmar

  7. Dominik Matus

    Fernando, now I understand to your feelings. I translated your first two post to czech for my fansites. It wasn’t easy, because I had to understand it well and use the same words. So keep posting. It’s very interesting and I think helpful to your mind if you are sharing it with someone.


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