Poet and Vocalist Pablo Conejero Lopez grew up in the Mediterranean city of Valencia, Spain. Due to the professions of his parents, Pablo spent much of the first seventeen years of his life in a small town called Seven Oaks in Kent, England. At the age of eighteen, he went to study acting in London at the National Youth Theater where he started developing his writing skills. Yet, it wasn’t until he was 22 that he started considering Poetry and Music as his main vocation. In the summer of 2004, he released his first collection of songs and poems, Rock and Roll Jolie (published by The Shakespeare Foundation of Spain, ISBN 84-609-1500-X) . Conejero Lopez also put out two rock and roll albums as the lead singer and lyricist of the highly publicized Spanish cult punk band Vice & Vanity. They toured extensively around Spain garnering rave reviews with a three song performance and interview for MTV. They also played well-known American venues like CBGBs 313 Gallery, and the Spanish edition of Rolling Stone named their song “I Know Everybody in the City” as one of the best songs of the decade. In 2006, Conejero Lopez moved to New York City to continue developing his poetry and music. He had his second book, entitled New Reality, published through the Shakespeare Foundation of Spain in December 2011. New Reality is a collection of poems and songs illustrated by artist Vincent Michaud. Together they released it at The Hole Gallery on The Bowery with much success including the participation of many friends and artists such as Paz De La Huerta, Coco Dolle and Justin Dean Thomas. This event resulted in the formation of a music project called Mone in 2012. Although ephemeral in nature, Mone quickly became a mind bending experimental audio-visual act creating much expectation and performing in selected events and venues around town such as Sleep No More. Living in the Lower East Side of Manhattan, he’s compiling new work for a new poetry book.)
August 6th 08
This is more than I expected from myself
Today. It's clear out there
I'm obviously only warming up. But
Sometimes I still sit alone and
Think about nothing
I feel rushed thoughts that don't
Help clarity. But it's clear "out there
In the night". Like an honest laughter
I used to listen to myself singing. Now
I am seeing myself. I'm here
In the room.I'm moved in this
Place.By everything. It's hard to
Handle. Even wetness makes me
Cry. But I came here and now
I'm here. And they are there. And
I'm here. And they love me. They need
Me. And they are there. And I'm here
Listening to everything, being quiet
Trying to surprise myself looking for life
Inside this piece of muscle, face and
Bones. The same one from before
The one they love. The one I love