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Camilo Landau


Last Updated: 8/28/2009

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Gender: Male
Status: In a Relationship
Age: 28
Sign: Leo

City: OAKLAND
State: CALIFORNIA
Country: US
Signup Date: 5/19/2004

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[02 Sep 2009 | Wednesday] 
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[07 Aug 2009 | Friday] 

Current mood:  pensive
Category: Music





I was about 17, and my sister Mali and I went to Nicaragua to visit my cousin Nicole, we stayed at her mom Gloria's house near la caretera sur. We began planning a trip to Bluefields, on the Atlantic Coast, to visit the town and check out the scene... my cousin has family there, etc.


There are two ways to get to Bluefields from Managua, or at least at the time there were: a rickety old "Snoopy" prop plane, or the legendary Bluefields Express. Since I had grown up listening to this song, "The Bluefields Express," and also because we didn't have much money, we opted for this option.


Well, the Blufields Express starts out as a bus ride - all night. The bus (an old American school bus with seats built for children and rather cramped, and painted of course rasta colors with playboy and Jesus stickers) leaves around 10 pm from the bus station in Managua. A tucan was tied by one leg to the rail on the inside of the bus, and the people in front of us were smoking and drinking all night. At period stops street venders approached the windows selling plates of chicken, platanos fritos and of course gallo pinto, which no nicaraguan meal can be without. Huge baskets of wares for market were strapped to the roof of the bus, and various other livestock also rode in the passenger compartment with the humans (us).


And it rained. The whole time. I think it always does. And the roads are not paved. So when we hit the huge potholes the whole bus would lurch and jump. All night.


At dawn we arrived at Rama, at the top of the river. We waited to get the tickets for the next leg of the journey, which was a ride in the lancha up the river. Of course it still rained, so the speedboat captain gave us one of those blue tarps to hold over our heads, all of us lined up in the boat four to a row and holding the tarp to prevent the rain from soaking us any further.

After about two hours of this ride up the river, we arrived in Bluefields around 8am. That was the Bluefields Express.


My cousin Nicole's aunt met us at the dock in Bluefields, and as we walked through the town she told us that the plane from Managua that we would have taken never arrived. It had crashed, probably due to a faulty altimeter, and all 16 passengers aboard had died, as well as the pilot and crew. As we walked through the small rural town of Bluefields we passed the houses of families mourning their losses, family members who had opted for that plane to return home to Bluefields and never made it.


I always somehow credit the song, "The Bluefields Express" for saving our lives that day. Because the Express was a romantic journey sung about in creole english, the singer calling for the listener to "come take a ride," I wanted to. He persuaded me and I am thankful.

And that's how the song "The Bluefields Express" saved my life.
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[08 Dec 2006 | Friday] 

Current mood:  exhausted
Category: Music
I was in the middle of dinner at a sort of cheesie, corporatie restaurant, and being after Thanksgiving and all they started playing Kenny G's Christmas album, quite possibly one of the most tasteless albums ever made. I'd much rather listen to Seven-Thousand Dying Rat's masterpiece album "The Sound of No Hands Clapping." In fact I had to get up from my seat and run to the restroom to let out an explosion of disgust for that dentist-office soprano saxophone. Right when I finished wiping my ass from all the moist splatter that Mr. G had inspired the next horrible track came on causing me to sit back down for the violent round 2. It's the perfect storm, the combination of two of the worst musical genres in existence: smooth jazz and christmas songs. I think I lost a few pounds at dinner that night; thank you, Kenny G, for inspiring me.
Currently listening:
Miracles: The Holiday Album
By Kenny G
Release date: 01 November, 1994
2:12 AM 
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[26 Feb 2006 | Sunday] 
Yes, once again I am traveling around the world getting paid to play music. Sick. Right now I'm in Belgium with Domingo Siete, tonight we go to Germany, back to Belgium, Switzerland, and Poland. I'll be back in the Bay March 20 to rock some Carne Cruda shows in March and April. Camilo
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[07 Nov 2004 | Sunday] 

Current mood:  cold
Rocking over europe. In Switzerland. Be in Germany tonight.
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[18 Sep 2004 | Saturday] 
Tonight I'll be rocking over Concord, tomorrow the Santa Cruz County Fair, Napa on Monday, then Louisiana and Europe next Month, Germany, Belgium, Austria and Switzerland. Tight. I love this job.
8:02 PM 
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[21 Jul 2004 | Wednesday] 
I started teaching a kids Latin music band class at the Mission Cultural Center. It's lot's of fun.
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[14 Jul 2004 | Wednesday] 
The time has come for me to embark on another triumphant tour of the Soutwest United States in order to destroy the intolerable realities of global capitalism with it's ever-tightening stranglehold on justice. It's time to rock down the capitalist opressors by playing booty-shaking music all night long. I'll be back on Monday, though, to teach the School of Rock at the Mission Cultural Center.
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[08 Jul 2004 | Thursday] 
Just wanted to let you all know.
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[11 Jun 2004 | Friday] 
I got back from rocking over Mexico City and I'm here sick as a dog in LA, got big shows tonight and tomorrow at the John Anson Ford Ampitheatre, then back up to the bay.
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