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The Diary

Like a cat, Claude S., AKA The Diary appears to have nine lives. He's been hit by a drunk driver, nearly struck by a train on a bridge, been electrocuted twice, fallen off a mountain (saved by a camera strap), and held up by a mugger! However, the most significant brush with death was actually drowning in a lake. It was this event which opened the doors of self-expression through art, music, and writing...

Claude was born in Rosario, Argentina. Although he has arguably spent more than a third of his life in the US, he is still influenced by the Latin blood coursing through his soul. He now resides in sunny OC, California, and dreams in 256 different vibrant colours, although sometimes they shift and devolve into thirteen shades of grey... So he paints pictures and writes about life when music is quiet in his mind. And this is why...

The Diary is a frenetic trip into the post-punk 1978-1984 New York school of "New Music", with a button-push towards his future in The World. This is a future where Claude sits and watches android girls walking on the pixel-generated beaches of a fragmented world. Using fuzz bass, his home computer, and a guitar given to him on someone else's deathbed, The Diary paints audiovisual pictures difficult to forget. And it must mean something because...

'Separate', sees Claude both nostalgic and reflective of his past. Candidly, he sings about his first kiss underwater, drowning in that lake, a chance meeting in a dream with John Lennon, giving up the internal 'monsters' in life, and the insidious nature of a world driven by greedy consumerism.

As the title suggests, the songs explore the past, present and future with a degree of separation. But as terrible as things may seem, and no matter how we may feel to the contrary, there is an underlining hope that we are all one. In the end, The Diary is eternallly optimistic, perhaps even naïve... But why?

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So, in the beginning...

"When I was 10 years old, my family and I went to a place in New Jersey known as Seven Lakes. As soon as I got out of the car, my cousins and I headed for the water. I jumped in from a diving board and went straight down, losing my air as I hit the water. I panicked, and began flaying in the water, knowing full well that I was drowning. That's when reality faded to white...

As I lost consciousness, my life began to playback in my mind as a series of dream films, in a way that all space and time was distorted and infinite. I marvelled at this even as I drowned, and when it seemed that no rescue was in sight, I gave up. I sunk to the depths of the lake, watching the sunlight above me through the water as I passed out. completely.

I found myself in a white room, bathed in white, with no obvious doors or windows, and I felt a strange warmth. I saw the bare outline of a door and noticed it had a handle. As I reached for it, I felt a sucking sensation and I was pulled back from death's door. I had been rescued, and someone was pumping water out of my lungs. Needless to say, the family vacation was cancelled.

The side-effect of that event was profound. Firstly, I had guitar lessons, which I'd hated and thus my guitar sat in a corner of the room, gathering dust. After the drowning, I picked it up and began to write. My pictures, mostly of space ships and war scenes began to shift into a more surreal take on things. I began reading more, painting more, feeling more. I matured quickly, and I am convinced to this day that drowning had everything to do with my creative outflow. And then...

At twelve or thirteen, my family went to the beach. I met a dark-skinned girl, very beautiful, building a sand castle there. I sat down next to her and we exchanged a few words. She asked me if I had ever kissed underwater. I said no. I was nervous. I knew what was coming next. 'Do you want to try it?' she asked. I nodded my head yes and we went into the ocean. As we kissed the drowning sensation (which manifested itself from the earlier trauma) was replaced by a feeling of profound peace and serentiy, as well as excitement . Her lips were like a toxic candy that once tasted, would never be forgotten, and I will never forget that kiss. There have been others of course, memorable ones without a doubt, but that was my first and it was underwater. A secondary death, you could say. Years later I would still write about that kiss. I never saw her again by the way...

Around this time, I discovered 60's stuff; The Beatles, Kinks, The Who, etc... Shortly thereafter, Punk, electronic stuff like Kraftwerk, Joy Division, Depeche Mode, and New Order. With all these experiences in tow, my fate was sealed when my father gambled away all our savings. My mother divorced him. Music and Art became my escape and my reel-to-reel my way of dealing with the pain. I became both an antenna and a transmitter of repressed emotions.

In other words, I became an artist."

Claude S. / The Diary

Claude S., the guy behind The Diary and 'Separate'...
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