The Rock House

This is a profile I wrote as an assignment paper for my English class last semester. I had a good time so I’ve decided to post it here, too.


Part of the indie culture in El Paso, Texas, has a few places to share their works; music, poetry, stories, and some good jokes are a few things shown at The Rock House. You can see it from a few blocks away. A small house connected with a long wall full of graffiti that yells art instead of gang activities. The smoke of some expecting cigars can be smelled, and the chimney being its counterpart invites all of these non-smokers. Really weird considering the stereotypes of these places.

From folk to rap. From poetry to comedy. The place was already opened by 8:30pm. Everyone had a nice welcome; open doors for everyone. Richie, one of the hosts and professor at El Paso Community College started: “This is an open-mic, a free event where you can just sign on the list if you want to participate, spread a word among poetry and music.” And yes, he recognized some coming faces, and said “What’s up!” to most of them. At first, you don’t think the place could be fully crowded. Compared to most ‘sophisticated’ places it may be true. However, the vibe was really natural; friends hanging out together, aligned in front of a scenario, talking, laughing, and remaining silent while some performers do their jobs showing talents.

It started with a few laughs. A stand-up comedy with a guy with a pony-tail and glasses. He received a positive clapping from the small crowd in front of him. Then, some drummers started bringing some rhythm to everyone. Who doesn’t love music? People were happy by listening to them. Both comedy and music warmed the crowd, just to give them something to start with.

A quieter guy brought a few papers. Some poetry written on every sheet. His words spread some thoughts and reflections of life. He made a fantastic work pulling people’s attention from the beginning to the end. You could hear some whispers of every poem; what was the meaning for each one. It would have been greater if each person shared their thoughts in front.

Some more comedy after poetry came. A brave kid cheered up the life reflective group in front of him. Small and innocent jokes draw smiles everywhere. A big clapping was heard at a distance. He left the scenario feeling happy because he have done it.

And one of the biggest highlights of the open-mic that night. Jorge Guzman. A man from Puerto Rico who shared a few folk classics with his accordion. Everyone just called him “the accordion man”, but no one will deny the magic that he made out of his fingers and the instrument together. More than one person just ran to the scenario just to have a closer recording of each song. And no one said a single word until he finished his performance. It was a huge disappointment that he didn’t last too long, or maybe time went really fast when he captured everyone’s love and attention. Who knows?

If you visit El Paso, Texas, make sure to visit The Rock House. 400 W Overland.


Spanish Announcement… in English

I mentioned on Let’s Talk About Me that my native language is Spanish, yes, but I forgot to mention that I have two published indie books on Amazon dot com. Well, just one, I removed the first one since I plan to start writing in this language from now on. However, one of many things I learned thanks to good people and facts, is that we should complete all the circles we draw; if you start something, at least finish it. If you fail, you can learn from it and do something different, that’s progress. Many scientists have done a lot for humanity with trial and error. That applies of course to arts, and many other things in life.

This is why I decided to start my last work in Spanish. Something happened with my previous short stories, characters, and places I created… when I formatted my old laptop (I deserve a punch). Fortunately for me, a very small fragment of those Spanish old stories were saved in one of my drives. Is not much, it is really a small part of it, but I can actually start working with it.

All my work was removed and that’s why I gave up the idea of my novel. Now, I have found part of it, even a fragment, will help me to put an end to that circle, start writing, and do my best to publish my first and last novel in Spanish. And the same with all my projects, such as this blog, my music, and my books in English once I get more experience with this language.

By the way, my indie book available is called Un Camino a Seguir, and it’s a collection of my old short stories.

Thank you for reading!

Inspiration? How Do I Eat That?

Sometimes it is really hard to start with some artistic project. Music, literature, photography, and others. I had a really hard time when I recently started with my writing. Every single story came at the worst moment; when I TRY to sleep, or when I am walking alone the streets at night (call me crazy, sometimes I do that). It wouldn’t be a problem if my stories remained intact the next day, and when I return home. No, they vanish completely, and it’s hard to remember a small part of what the story supposed to be. With everything gone, I had to find another source of inspiration. However, with daylight, people outside, and “happiness” spreading around, it’s hard to concentrate. I tried my best to ignore everything and start creating a short story; a universe in my head and new life outside real life. Real life kind of sucks, by the way.

Lucky me, I’ve always had something that made me escape from everything after work: Music. I love music, but there’s a small flaw when I try to write something while music is loud. Lyrics. The melody of my favorite songs are good to hear while I write, until the artist starts singing. Don’t take me wrong, of course I love to hear them singing, but when I am trying to write, and all the words mix together is really annoying.

Variety is something you find everywhere, you just need to take a look outside your borders and there’s a whole different perspective. I’ve found video game soundtracks. I love video games as much as I love my other hobbies, but I never had paid attention to its music until my kind of games became more story-focused. Role-playing games, adventure, and others turned out to be so special to me because there are many good stories within, and the soundtracks are excellent for any kind of mood.

I’d like to share a few favorite songs from video games, and even if you’re not into games like me, I am sure some of the songs will be interesting for you. I am not posting any link, though, since most of them are being posted by users on YouTube and they don’t own the rights for the songs. I’d feel bad if I do it. The only thing I’m going to say here is that you should look for all the Shin Megami Tensei soundtrack series; you may find something really interesting for your writing. Who knows?

  • The Fear of God (Shin Megami Tensei: Strange Journey)
  • Opening (Persona 2: Eternal Punishment)
  • 2D Field (Shin Megami Tensei: Devil Summoner: Soul Hackers)
  • Large Map ~ Real Universe (Shin Megami Tensei: Nocturne)
  • The Battle for Everyone’s Souls (Persona 3)
  • Seven Sisters High School A (Persona 2: Innocent Sin)

And a many more.

Just to be clear, the intention here was not to talk about video games, I’ll save that for another post. This is to talk about my own way to get inspiration. Feel free to tell me how you get yours! It’d be interesting to read from others.

Let’s Talk About Me

Give me a couple of minutes to talk about me. I don’t think this is my last post about myself, but bear with me and you’ll notice that, like you, I am a human being too. My weirdness comes from many places; many worlds scattered within different parallel universes that belong to a certain individual I call…

Just forgot, I just wanted to talk about me, and I’m still wasting our times thinking about fiction and fantasy. Long story short, everything comes from books I’ve read, video games I’ve played, and shapes in the sky and dirt. Maybe this is not weird at all, many people probably do that but they don’t want to admit it. Society doesn’t want weird people in the end. Society only wants you to obey and follow rules that weren’t even written in laws. Dress like this, do that and kneel down before a company until you retire. I’m not here to judge, we all need jobs to pay our bills, right? Then, they say we bite the hand that feeds us if we complain just a bit, but from my point of view, we employees feed the company. You may correct me if I am wrong if you please.

Nice, I talked about me a little. However, there’s more I need… want to tell you: my name is Jesus, just like this page says. Nice to meet you all. I started this blog just for fun and tell some stories and random stuff that had been stuck in my head for a while. For now, I don’t have the resources to make illustrations for each story, and drawing is not one of my talents. Also, I remember that a few years ago, I had a blog in Spanish, my native language. Now that I am a student in the United States of America, I decided to start all over again; try to do everything and learn English in so many ways. It’s just my second year, and I still suffer when I try to communicate with non-Spanish speakers, and it gets worse when I get nervous for any reason. Put me in front of a class or a bunch of people if you want me to die scared. This is the funny part, though, I’m majoring music, fall ’15 is my second semester and obviously I’ll have to play in front of people. With an extra push and many eyes forcing me to do it, I am going to overcome that fear. In the meantime, some of my classmates may laugh, and that’ll be okay. A new experience to be added in my invisible diary.

This is short, and that’s all I wanted to talk about for now. I may not make any sense, combining different topics in some post called” Let’s Talk About Me”. Don’t judge me, I just wanted to introduce myself to you, person who found my blog and took a few minutes to read my stuff. I thank you, kindly.

I don’t know, like I’ve said, this is just and introduction. Other day I might tell you another uninteresting fact.

A Purpose in Life

Many people, after all these years wondering about life. All the time wasted trying to find a book or a sheet where our purpose in life is supposedly written. It’s the time, days, weeks, months, and years of just wondering what’s going to happen with all of us, or what are we supposed to do, instead of start writing that very purpose from scratch. Let’s pay attention to our surroundings; what are we doing now, and why there are many options to get to one place or another. Try to get a coffee, the most delicious one you want; you’re not going to a coffee shop near your house, you’ll probably go somewhere else to get it. How about a career? Is anyone pushing your way through something you are destined to do your whole life? Maybe your parents but remember they came from a time when most people were just a bunch of fuck retards. They may love you, yes, but it doesn’t mean their stupidity couldn’t lead you to failure and complete unhappiness.

Heaven, it’s a word that we always hear every time people feel down. I guess many really need to believe there’s something beyond death to find consolation. You didn’t do anything in life; you might do something when the “final judgment” arrives. Nice thoughts, my tears will be unstoppable from now on. I pity you. That’s your choice, however. Feel good because something’s waiting for you out there. Stop living your life, there’s no point. Start crossing the street without any care of yourself. Your destiny has been written already, isn’t? Why are you so afraid of walking by the streets alone at 12:00am? Nothing is going to happen that is not already written. Maybe there’s a page about someone that’s going to find the love of his or her life in a dark alley. Who knows?

As for me, I don’t think there’s a book already written with our fate. It’s up to each person to start writing their pages. Just like a diary works, but in real life. Your acts along the way will define where you are heading to. And your decisions will also affect, even if you just thought that you’d get away with anything without being noticed by your own ways. Is it there something that is already written? Maybe death is something you are destined to. But also death is not something that has been written; you don’t know the way it’s going to come. A cycle of life, and that’s it. A disappointment should come by expecting a gray bearded old man waiting up above with arms wide open. Kind of weird when that entity has been described a lot like a ruthless asshole. However, people seem to like being treated as idiots. That’s fine to me unless they try to come with a sign of “love” and their loud words that are overshadowed by their actions. How hypocrite of them. Not very surprising, though. The only thing I’m always wondering, and I am sure I’ll die the same way, is that why they lie themselves? If there is a freewill, why they still think as if they don’t have any choices?

A book of life; an instruction book that we can never find. That’s what I always hear around me. Is there any real purpose in life? Life would be much easier, but it would not be worth living. What a waste of time living if everything has been already decided. Let’s see, if I yell “fuck you, God” he’d come as a little girl to overwrite his own pages? But that was also a part of something he wrote, doesn’t it? I guess I won’t find any answer until the day I face Him, or just disappear from this world into nothingness.