In real life, people talk to each other before becoming friends, so please don't add me to your friends list if I have no idea who you are - because I WON'T add you.Si je ne te connais pas, je ne t'ajouterai pas. Envoi-moi un message au moins - les amis, ils se parlent avant de se dire amis!No te conosco, no te agrego. Es tan simple. Que me mandas un mensaje - en la vida, los amigos se hablan antes de decirse amigos!Non ti conosco quindi non ti aggiungo... inviatemi un messagio come fanno gli amici nella vita!Cat Speakerlove, tekno embassador for Neurotik Sound System and part time wanker barrilete for Awka Tribe (Argentina), at your service.
I am so called for my habit of humping speakers wherever I go, you can be sure that no matter where I am I will find your speakers and love them. I sold my soul for a bassline and I like to stick my head in the sub... strangely enough I'm not deaf YET, but I'm working on it.
I like stuff. I like to travel, a lot. obsessively, maybe, so much that when i'm not travelling i'm dreaming of travelling so I can forget about how stagnant life gets when you're locked in between 4 walls and not on the road.
As long as I have my pack, my feet, my thumb and a smile I will keep on moving, odds are one of these days you'll probably run into me walking barefoot down a dirt road.
I'm a modern day nomad, like a snail I carry my home on my back and I like it that way. I go where I want, when I want, and not without a certain amount of ARGGGGG, like when your dog randomly dies of horrible puppy killing disease, or when you have to pay for a "DEFINATE EXIT" visa, or getting caught in the middle of the desert for 2 days with very little water, or waking up with sand fleas. But it's worth it, for waking up and seeing amazing sunrises, seeing new people, new faces, new places, cultures, languages, dialects. This is what I live for. It's by travelling around and following a bassline that I met my tekno family, the amazing NTK wankers who are based in Montreal, Quebec; and my keridos wankers Awka Tribe in Buenos Aires.
Travelling renewed my faith in humanity.. even though sometime you wake up and wonder how you're going to get through the day and where your next meal, beer or place to sleep will come from... but there's always a silver lining. Keep your head up, smile, and enjoy the sunrise, the starry skies. Take on the road, and pick up, pack up and go!Right now I've put down my pack in exchange for Buenos Aires craziness, just for a little bit. It makes me sad, but sometimes, ya gotta suck it up. However, I am stuck in South America, although I am sure there are worse places I could be.. so help fund my 2007 - 2008 teknotrashbag tour!I like to swing things and pretend that it's a form of juggling, I like banging on drums with no rythym, singing out of tune at the top of my lungs and pretending to know how to dance. Ma langue maternelle est le francais, y se habla castellano, con un acento que no tiene sentido pero que pa mi refleta mi pasaje por todos lados de latino amerika.
I can probably out drink you and your foosball team, and if you're buying, I'm there. I suffer from alcoholic narcolepsy and randomly drunkenly pass out anywhere, generally somewhere near a speaker, or with my head in the subwoofer, or sometimes on a street corner. This often results in comical, fucked up and embarrassing situations that I'd rather not hear about as you tell me what stupid things I did the night before.I am a writer and a blogger.. currently you can read about past adventures through my blog and my hitchhiking chronicles:
http://narfettedoessouthamerika.blogspot.com narfette does south amerika: the blog
http://www.startbackpacking.com/1-chroniques.html adventures in hitchhiking: the chronicles
Please check out the "about the chronicles" section of this myspace for reviews!....
