In one of the many times I was on my way to work with my beloved father, he gave me one of his great and valuable advice: "Always be honest" , sincere, responsible and above all, be the best in what you do with ethical and professionalism on your shoulders ". I remember that he gave me this life lesson when talking to him, why some neighboring stalls did not open at the same time as us, because others with the same products had different prices and because some said they had certain quality products when it was the opposite.

My father told me in a slightly sad tone if it can be said, that most people are not honest and that many more had two faces, many of them even lying about what they had and not, to please others and so enter a "Social Circle" . That by their experience, the friends always exist when they need you and not when you need them and that the "world" appreciates you and values you for what you have. (Monetarily speaking) .

All this was recorded in my mind, not with the intention of not trusting people, or abstaining from having friends, but with the intention of being cautious and careful with those people I would call "friends". I remember that in my adolescence I even thought of not going to another country to study, not to leave my "friends" or my band; with which I believed that I could have a future living by music and sharing with my "friends". In a few words be a "Rockstar".

I was totally wrong, not so much for being a "Rockstar" (which on this side of the pond is very difficult to be) . But to believe in "friendships" that I never had. "Friendships" that they stole in my house when I made parties (luckily it was only two, if I would have done more imagine that) , that they flirted (throwing the dogs, blowing the steak, fill the arepa ... These are some of the terms we say here in Venezuela to refer to a "friend" who wants to have a relationship with our partner in turn) with our girlfriends.

I had "friendships" that measured me and appreciated me for the amount of money I could have. When I had, they could be with me all day, but when not, with a "until then I am busy" I did not see them anymore. As I have written in these lines, my dear readers, I am not a man who has enjoyed the fortune of having true friendships. I can say without any sadness or regret (just the opposite) that I have few friends.

My long-time great friends, those who have always been there, whether I have money or not, those who have never lied to me and have always spoken to me with the truth making me a good man, are: My parents

I have the happiness and the honor of having (I say have, because I know and I'm sure that my old man is somewhere taking care of me and whispering in my ear: Not here, over there) some parents that they are not only my father and mother figure but they are my best friends.

On this topic, (the friendship) that I have noted in my lines, I would like to thank each and every one of those who now i consider friends and potential friends in the not too distant future: You Guys . Yes! All of you ... Those who read and comment on my post supporting in a sincere and unvarnished way, every anecdote, song, guitar playing and madness that this humble servant with his beautiful wife @erikatassoni (my second best friend, my rib, my ideal partner ... I love you! ) come to mind. Thank you! Because you guys have shown me that friendship exists in some way or another. Love you all!

( All of you beautiful)

Returning to the topic and drying my tears (It's not that bad either, hahaha) , I want to share with you my anecdote about the cancellation of what would be my last event in this beautiful country, that saw me being born, It has given me so much and because of a few, very little: Our beloved Venezuela. The event in question is what in several post "I promoted" or rather I invited all Steemian that I could and would like to attend so that I would know and "delight" in some way or another with what I consider is the art of the 21st century: Tattoos .

Always since I came to the idea of tattooing and always carry in me a part of the creativity and work of a tattoo artist, I wanted to attend the most important event in this field in my country: Venezuela Expo Tattoo 2018. And what better way than to attend that doing what I like the most, to play my instrument before an audience and a unique event in the country. Many of you will be thinking: You will unmask the entire organization of this event and the masks of the liars who claim to take the art of the 21st century to a new level will fall. Well, I'm sorry to tell you that: -No. I'm a little dramatic but not so much, hahaha.

I just want to express and share my point of view before all this "drama" that I went through. After so many trials and preparations (I even got on the roof of the building where the band's bassist lives to take some pictures) , which did not present a problem because I do not suffer from vertigo, which presented a problem was to get into it, because I do not have the weight of before or age (Hahaha I'm exaggerating) . And the bass player, who by the way is here in this wonderful social network (all greet @aloymax) gave his house to rehearse several times, by his own words there was no problem in rehearsing the place where his mother, father and sister live. Well that's how it was, the first time I'm going to rehearse a house (in this case apartment) and the inhabitants of it are the public. @aloymax your parents are: The Best!

After the effort and enthusiasm that each one had before such an important event, (for some members it was their first experience on stage, for others once again and in my case, it was going to be the first time that I attended this important event, adding that I was going to play versions of an excellent Rock band and it would also be my last musical event in my country) . It was canceled. The cancellation of the same was not done officially, there was no advance notice, there was no letter, an SMS, an e-mail, a call, or a smoke signal...

Our Drummer: Marcelo. With only 16 years old he knows everything that I do not know about music. This was going to be his first Rock show ... You can see his face: What a chimbo ... (What a shame, sorry, bad time)

There was only irresponsibility, lying, double-faced, excuses and a: "You are not listed in the list" . Although it seems strange, all this had a preamble or some "warnings" that we sometimes does not detect. The first one is that the day of the show (seconds before the scheduled time to start the show), one of the organizers tells to our bassist that in the event (who had already played previous years in the same without any problem and was the one who gathered all the members for this tribute) , was no backline to play (Backline: refers to all the instruments that needs a band for its performance on stage, from a drum to the amplifiers of guitars and bass) . In this way we could not play as we had what they promised at some point to the band that was all that was necessary to be able to play at the Expo.

We are as we say in our country, dressed and excited, because the notice given by the organization of the event that did not have the necessary backline, did the same day we were going to play. We had reached the site with our instruments and others things. In this opportunity if we were written down in the list, @aloymax the bassist of this wonderful tribute, super sorry and looking for a "consolation prize" for all including us comments on the problem and asks us if we want to pass, to at least see part of the event and the stage "where we were going to play" . We all decided to enter (all these my "dear" mother-in-law (hahaha, I love her very much) @luanat and my beautiful and beloved wife @erikatassoni were left hanging around the mall, hanging out while I saw what had happened)

("Be serious Karl, see that this photo is going to be used for the event flyer." As you can see ... I'm never serious .. Hahaha)

The whole event was just as I imagined it, full of stands where the different tattoo houses expose the same, tattooing each person who has scheduled an appointment. In this way the new talents expose their work and depending on voting or raffle (I believe) win prizes in recognition of their so valuable art. The setting was filled with a bit cyberpunk air due to the different clothes of some people, apart from the music that was in the place.

In spite of enjoying all this setting and the work of each of the artists present, I wanted to meet again with the tattooist responsible for my left sleeve and somehow or other see if it was true that there was no Backline. The first was a success, after so much time I could see one of the great artists in the eastern style of this country and responsible for every morning i look with admiration and fascination my left arm, the great Luis Castillo. (I have from this meeting a photograph that I will share with all of you in a future post about my tattoo) .

And the second also, we could see how on the stage there was not a single amplifier, there was only the audio staff that worked at the expo. With hope and thinking how each one of us was going to give the best of himself in this small space with a lot of Rock, after so many illusions, smiles and looks of: We are going to play in the Venezuela Expo Tattoo 2018. We decided to go up to the following floors where there were other stands of artists and shops with different souvenirs, t-shirts, vapers, dolls and even sex toys. Among all this wonder (the dolls and the t-shirts ehhh ... Hahaha) I see how in one corner is one of the boys who works for a recognized sound and backline company disarming and grouping a white Yamaha drum. What immediately seems suspicious to me because the organizer who was in contact with our bass player had told him that there was no kind of backline to play.

I left this little anecdote on my mental list of "pending things to discover" (very Sherlock, hahaha) , while we continue to enjoy the expo. After saying goodbye, I gave the explanation to my "dear" mother-in-law and to my beautiful wife about what had happened and why the event had been postponed until Sunday. Everything explained above happened on Friday February 2, 2018.

After practicing with enthusiasm and care the 9 songs that we were going to play in this great event, the much-awaited day arrived. Sunday February 4, 2018: When I get to the outskirts of the expo, I see more people in line to enter the theater where the Expo was held, this translated to me: "more people who will see us playing live ". Immediately I call @aloymax to find out if he had already arrived, since we had coordinated being 2 hours before the "scheduled time" just in case they told us to play before and be active. (The scheduled time to play was at 7:00 p.m. ).

(And are you going to continue with the bochinche?) All the fuss was because Elvis, the guitarist who is "sitting" did not get serious about the photo, hahaha, so we were like 10 minutes. )

As soon as my beloved bass player attends my call, I notice a slightly annoyed and restless voice which tells me: - "Hello bro, what else. Look buddy I’m here in the entrance of the expo solving a small inconvenience, I was calling you so that you did not come right now and you will get there as soon as I let you know and if I solved this problem or not "- . To which I answer - "Bro, everything ok and you? I'm already here, tell me what happened.- (The voice of "that I am ashamed" ) , says: - "Come here bro if you like, go up and we'll chat here" - . To all these, again my "dear mother-in-law" and my beautiful wife were super dressed for the occasion and anxious not only to see me play but to see the whole Expo. That's love, going around without "doing anything" is not easy) I, with my face of "suspect what is happening" I'm going to go up and talk to Aloy who is the only one who has arrived, since apparently there is another problem. They with faces of "Again we are going to spin and look around" and a look from my singular wife of: "I imagine what is going to happen" , ( Me and my beautiful wife have these detective genes, hahaha) went to go around the mall and hope what would happen.

I go up to the encounter with our already distressed, tired and annoying bassist for the whole situation. As soon as I greet him, I notice that he is talking on the phone with the organizer of the event that until now had been the one who gave "the face" and had squared with him so that we could play in the event. It is also the same one that had told him that there was no backline and the whole story. I see some discomfort and angry in her face as she talks to her and asks why we are not on the list. That he is not allowed to enter. In what I think was her response, our beloved Aloy twitches the phone and looks at me with a face: That what a s ... is all this. I hug him and say: - "Relax my buddy, all this is not your fault. I am aware that you called us to play and you gathered us to learn the songs and all that.

But this kind of thing happens where ethics and professionalism do not exist, where excuses and lies prevail more than honesty and truth. Unfortunately we are in a country, where values and common sense have been lost by the "take off to put me" and "wet my hand" (a term used in my country to jokingly describe bribery) to do certain favors

- "So, does not worry and warn others not to come, do not worry about me, rather, and thank you! For the opportunity to play with you and the boys and share reliving my early life in the Rock genre "-. To which he replied:- "You are right my bro, but likewise I cannot help feeling bad, frustrated and upset by such bad manners and lack of consideration before us, this s… can´t be done" - To which I, with a big hug and handshake, said goodbye to him, thinking of the wise words of my father, which have served me not only to be careful in the selection of friends but also in the dishonest, disloyal and no value for your work.

Of all this, my dear readers, I hope that with a small meeting we had some members of the band and my beautiful wife @erikatassoni, it will be some essay recorded (even in the distance) , to show of what this people lost in this great event.

I want and hope to share a little more with these great musicians and human beings, before my last goodbye to this beautiful land.