"And who, moreover, could measure the success or failure in an adventure so singular, so unprecedented as that? You're not marching on the Pentagon, and tried be stopped as if this was the link of a master plan to take step to the bastions of the republic; no, that kind of iron logic of the next step was for the men the FBI. One more good going because ... because ... (And here the reasons were many and so curious and so vague, such as primary policies and that there was no need, or perhaps able, to speak further about it, all I could do was ruminating on a matter before the morning coffee ) ... "
" ... Its radicalism lay in contempt for authority, for this generation that the manifestation of evil incarnate. It was the authority that had sown the land of those suburbs where these young children lost their breath before the film westerns, with the affable celebrity TV insipid, their minds had been punctured, Hurghada, harassed, and finally spurred probed ways to produce surreal response to advertising inserted in the spaces suddenly dramatic, while their parents are constantly changing from one chain to another ... I wanted to or not, had been forced to build his idea of \u200b\u200bspace-time continuum (and thus, its own nervous system) from leaps and bounds and cracks and ruptures, that every phenomenon of the media seemed to contain within it .
"The authority had operated in their brains with commercials, they had been brainwashed educated preserved, preserved with politics. There had been themselves as honorable, but it was corrupt, as corrupt as the bribes that come on TV, the scandals over the safety of cars, awards of contracts for aviation ... "
" ... This new generation Finally, hated authority, because it was lying. Lying in the mouth of corporate executives, cabinet spokesman, police officers, newspaper editors and advertising agencies. And lying in mass publications, in which more subtle apology for the disaster of the authority (and the most neat distortion of the news) were recorded with the best styles in the mind always open American lobotomized ordinary ... "
"There are many organizations on the left radical "(Esperanza Aguirre )
" Smells Rubalcaba ( Gazette)
"Camping in a street alone will not lead to anything. Do not recognize the political, pre-political attitudes leads to the policy to be demonized and discredited" (Jauregui )
"The historic mission of adolescence is, in time of war, dying on the front and peace, dumb down everything." ( Arcadi Espada on the angry young men)
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the Monty Python sketch about the Inquisition , "Nobody Expects the English revolution."
There are many things that should be said, but did not say today, with the welter of noise and misinformation. Do not add much more to the maelstrom. Just a little wink.
And those who are surprised, after swallowing cars and carts for months, the timing, or the chance of this, say it is not so surprising: Messages election has been the drop of cynicism that broke the glass.
"I voted life parties disgust me not to go which I'm afraid"
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I just wonder today as Marvin , What's going on?
And what the hell, under the street and scream, and feel the pulse of something I thought dead, only a sign of vitality, a very humble, and so no one gets appropriate yet. Another day and think about what it means.
Everybody Thinks We're wrong Oh, But Who Are They to judge us Simply Because Our hair is long Oh, you know we've got to find a way Some technical understanding to bring here today
Here is the story of your life, but reduced to two hours. The moment you were born, where your mother gave birth in the backseat of a taxi, now is your initial sequence. Losing your virginity is the climax of your first act. Addiction to painkillers is the dramatic progression in your second act. The results of your biopsy are the revelation of your third act. Lauren Bacall would be perfect as your grandmother. William H. Macy like your father. Directed by Peter Jackson or Roman Polanski.
It's your life, but processed. Embedded in the mold of a good script. Construed in accordance with the model of a blockbuster. No wonder you've begun to see every day in terms of a new episode of the plot. The Music becomes your soundtrack. The talks in dialogue. Our technology for telling stories becomes our language for remembering our lives. To understand ourselves. In our framework Reference to perceive the world.
We see our lives in terms of narrative conventions. Our succession of marriages become sequels. Our childhood is our prequel. Our children, our spin-offs.
readings Crossing Historic: McCarthy, Banking, Violence and the Inner Life Today
McCarthy were the germ of the not very appreciated in these parts Stereolab. Combined a light pop with lyrics compromised, politicized, visionary pop shock, necessary, vital, occasionally beautiful and brutal at the same time ( Now is the time for tough / Nothing will stop them now / It's time for a hand hard / We been soft for a long time ) to bring hope and combatibidad in the darkest decades of Thatcherite.
With a soft pop path (in the C86 wave, or the Smiths) but with a trivial content, not at all soft, but full of things that needed to be said, McCarthy was an iron fist wrapped in velvet glove . Did not see the punch coming. But let you groggy.
In this album, the music becomes a little sharper, more akin to cutting Madchester, as baggy later, darker and aggressive than his earlier work, according to a pessimistic lyrics lucid trusses that form a tapestry acidity, despair, ironic observation that today, years later, it remains valid. That look, 21 years ago, the crisis, cuts, and then defeats, may shed light on the crisis particularly depressing today.
From the title, going by the names of songs (especially in cases of And Tomorrow the Stock Exchange Will Be the Human Race and Get a Knife Between Your Teeth, seem to songs written today), there is here a collection of Manichean proclamations for nothing. There are tow for everyone. While a legion of musicians retire to the place of art for art, and the Protestants of the 60s are revisited with condescension, sarcasm, or irony, in his "innocence" or radical, as fast as some have aged (badly), it is comforting to see the absolute validity of a hard political air.
This is the soundtrack of the disaster, and full of really beautiful, a scream torn so small wounds inflicted, and returns to inflict far.
"Terrorism is a form of entertainment culture. The terrorists are armed entertainers who interpret our media system."
(Peter Sloterdijk, Interview)
Thanks to these communions toxic, combatants and noncombatants, synchronously those gassed and those alarmed simultaneously, are merged into a sort of twilight state collective. Compelled by a situation of need, the modern masses are integrated into a common unit capable of enabling a heightened sense of identity, emerged in the lee of the common threat.
are revealed as particularly dangerous climate then poisons emanating from the men themselves as they are hopelessly resonance excited under a stifling communication: Weather facilities pathogenic in an opinion aroused public while in uniform, people inhale their own exhalations on a cyclical basis.
What is in the air here is so totalitarian feedback through a circular communication. This is done by the dreams of victory of the masses are sick, as well as his drunken autointensificaciones outside the real experience, excitement to your shadow follows as a desire to denigrate the other. Life in the State media is like staying in an enchanted palace gas.
"Although the English nation feel very happy in their dung (absolute), perhaps in two hundred years conjure up a constitution but a constitution without any guarantee that old nonsense we call oath. And God knows, well, what rivers of blood will buy it! "
just 12 years ago, Adrian Borland left without saying goodbye. Like I was humming his song, hearing a train approaching, invaded by a heavy mood, taking a step forward in the shoulder, two steps back, now, uncertain, humming that damn song ...
This long dark train For years it's rolled We cry in vain The doors stay closed Driven for the FEW By sleight of hand It runs the length Of this shattered land But soon the chance will come The chance to leave this train And do not forget, do not forget, NO, NO To never come this way again Death on the tracks It rattles down Past silent yards Through ghostly towns Past disused towers It powers by It runs on time It runs on lies I think I hear the scream of brakes And just up ahead the buffers wait
En Micronesia echamos de menos a alguien tan excepcional...
Ever wonder what would have been the owners of the Sunday holy site there? English newspaper headlines, of course.
The World: "Pilate knew the order could derail the arrests in the Mount of Olives. The case of the pheasant inn is splattering the Roman prefect."
The Country: "Caiaphas denies that Judea should ask a Roman Monetary Fund bailout.
" Meeting with the Governor Pilate to reach any agreement, stated that the recent execution of the protesters and other warlords antirromanizaciĂłn messianic left have been a warning to the people to abide possible adjustments. "
Public :" San Pedro has denied there will be any primary after the death of Jesus Christ. Despite the popularity of the last leader of the sect, recent polls put ahead of the Pharisees. "
ABC: " The Zealot Liberation Front, far from seeing the end of armed struggle, is cheating the government to rearm, has held talks with representatives of several bands of moderate Pharisees and the Romans. The group of victims of the Zealots, indignantly. "
Gazette:" The Christian extremists, to break the unity of Judea. "
The Government has a plan. This sentence is particularly chilling. We sound. There is talk of bringing to surface the undeclared. A chunk of our economy is underground. Who will go down to the catacombs? Inspectors do not work, I fear, few troubled. Job shadow, invisible work, cams of misery.
The Government has a plan. He has written Chinese case. Thousand Chinese in outsourced sweatshop have translated. At the end of the day, the government wants chinificar boxes, or else the Chinese boxing. Trick as Chinese. That being said here (but it will stop that.)
Submarine, said the song, with Ian Astbury cataclysmic cry ... Sorry, its imitator Mano. There is a plan, or so they say in the department, with a straight face. Amnesty. (And status of autonomy? No, not that, that was the subject-mummy before the crisis. The TC also walked submerged. Perhaps the plan is to relocate Catalunya and sell to the Chinese. Or to turn the TC in a Franchise Great Wall ethnic restaurant).
Entrepreneurs complain compliant. The award is for defaulters, who have competed in favorable conditions for criminals.
And the Government, with the FROB cold and shivering, pulling hair. In the ministry all speak Mandarin. They ECAC cassette tapes. Learning Chinese all day. The CAM is like that one member to amputate him. Not now, but it still hurts sometimes. Phantom pain. As the brick. Balances ghost buildings enclosed in fixing, deceptive or not the Chinese.
And nobody notices that this will not come Submarine afloat. While insurance corporations and telecommunications banks and commercial firms crazed, abuse of the contract for work and service, the poor dear brother Regime of the Workers' Statute, the submerged afloat and not go for these, or metaphysical shadow contracts and melancholy stare , and abusive use.
And instead of entrepreneurs from sharp whiskers up, pure, and eyes of silent film villain, we see many small landowners, and their meager smallholdings smothered by Brussels, and watched as some laborers with 30 years working, and without right to retire in a million years.
In Andalusia, the EREGATE, watergate poor brother, treacherously exploited and precludes a look calm agricultural labor arrangements.
But nothing happens because amnesties are not meant for poor entrepreneurs. But for the rich criminals, wholesale, business people looking for silent movie villain.
And yet phantom limb pain, and spit pus, and invisible bricks stacked on row one after another piece of land cover that cursed and confused that once was called Zaplanalandia.
There is a logic of news: in the mass media, a certain day, and with a particular weather derived from the wind, an item can only follow certain vectors. Expect a journalist to be rigorous in the precise detail of an event is an attitude akin to sentimentality, which requires an avid stock investor to save fidelity to a particular value of its portfolio when it drops and the other up.
journalist depends on a power without power: His voice is reaching millions of readers directly or indirectly through the editor, the more readers has, the less you can say. Is prohibited by a hundred censors, most of them inside, convey ideas that do not conform to a simple conformism, as simple as plastic, ie monotonous. Consequently, the journalist gets a habit equivalent to the self-laceration. Learn to write what they really think no.
( Network) is a peculiar film. Everyone keeps saying, Oh, God, is a brilliant satire. Paddy .. and I still answer the same: What satire? is pure reportage. All that has been discussing the film on TV actually happened already, but we have not killed anyone on the air. The only thing that has not happened yet. Deliberately. But removing it, everything else has happened, news and entertainment. "
2010 was the year when Liam got older. Going Solo, the advance single could not be better. And if the A side was dangerous fireworks madchesteriana of street lines, the B side was pop gold with the Kinks .
Beady Eye-Four Letter Words / World Outside my room (single)
2010 also was a year of unusual activity neo-shoegaze. The ruidismo of 90 returned with a vengeance, though it never went away. A few bands had kept the flame (sometimes in surprising places. Russia, China and Japan are hotbeds of passion noisy). Front tiller revivalism about Pains at Being Pure at Heart anyone, I prefer compact groups and virile. Sennen are more than their version of New Order . They are the perfect noise become final musical weapon.
Sennen-Age of denial
Noise Le
impressed me at first, but ended up getting exhausted melancholy somewhat. However, a great album great. This is an album with a dense atmosphere, a ghostly air like wisps of fog, with a sadness that envelops you, tenacious melancholy melodies and guitars grips dry, Rangers, whispers an angry spat with whimper ... Noise Le is a short drive but not too easy.
Neil Young-Le Noise
Probably my favorite album since Lynott Irish happen to a better life. The National Light is a precise machine, clockwork, that X and society built around an accurate lyrics, a pop album with rage and intelligence. The Rags are a phenomenon of the first magnitude:
I had a dream That There Was in blood stream and the heads of the parliament Drowned-face down / Gucci suits and blank check books burst the banks of the Liffey and we the city owned / Pearse WAS smiling at Joyce recoiling, By the granite of historical serious Oscar Prayed ...
The Rags-A National Light
Adventure halfway between Peter Hook and Mani , two of the totems of Madchester, nearly done with fists. But we have a remarkable record of pop, that could have been exceptional if it incorporates the b-sides that came in the EP. Still, better than the band level Bernard Summer.
Japandroids indy rock have been removed from their slumber. A wafer cleaner. Another event, a key group of the garage, the group that Strokes balls will never be. Free and brutal, beautiful guitars like lunatics with knives.
Japandroids "No Singles
Deathstarr Ringo carries the neo-shoegazer we were talking about a point above that Crocodiles Sennen or for authenticity. Are more regular, more consistent, less dependent on singles. Ringo Deathstarr are the best that has given the genre from Ride. Ringo