Charlotte Russe Songs April 2011

Owners feel

The only questions worth Asking whether today Are Humans Are going to have any emotions tomorrow, and the quality of life What Will Be if the answer is no. Lester Bangs

Paso pages wonder man to death a monumental laburo by Philippe Ariès, be trying to analyze and document all the changes that have occurred since the early days about the funeral rites of men. The work is not merely a taxonomic issue or phenomenological, and the guy from their analysis makes an interesting study, not only of how the concept has mutated of life and death but also sin, productivity, romance, love and sensitivity of an era. Would talk about the book for a while, but what particularly caught my attention were some brilliant insights into the death of today, raising bridges to certain aspects of a sensibility that prevails in everyday life and the arts. The reporting period covers will be called the reverse of Death .
Until the First World War, at least in the Western world, the death of a modified space and time for a social group, implement certain rituals and habits, as might be to close the shutters, ringing the bells of the church, or made colorful funeral processions. In a way, mourning lay not so much about the family, or the most intimate of the deceased, but is divided among all members of the community. The tone concerned, almost buzzing of those funerals, colorfully pathetic, and at times bordering on some edges in the true celebration, was made to repudiate the death, or at least scare her off temporarily, ie as if the people's reaction was more a action to construct the abstract entity of death, rather than the pure pain undone emaciated and falling on the duelist of our times. Only after the second World War, in a world that witnessed the horrific destructive power of man, while he was transformed according to the mutations of capitalism cannibalistic that registration between individual and society loses almost Edenic that continuity that characterized him, it constitutes the private, and loosening the ties between the company (at least in urban or industrial properly). In the present state of things, the disappearance of an individual and does not affect the continuity of a community, all the events set in the following days as if no one had died. Any attempt to show pain to the rest of the world is symptomatic, or covertly censored, death becomes pornographic.

Thus, there is a kind of suffering a huis clos, where the company loses the role he had before, while starting an economization of resources in regard to ritual and symbolic aspects (Simpler caskets, impersonation of the rural cemetery gardens, etc.). For this decline corresponds to the totemización rites of science as a measure of all things, the medicalization of man as the main measure shows around their finitude. Through certain technological and scientific advances, the doctor supplants the old folk recipes and start to extend the life beyond I had imagined. To the extent that the health-for the same control of epidemics, is becoming a fundamental end, death, far from ending that dignifying the past, you begin to feel as dirty and disgusting. Approaches to death beginning to stain the same aseptic conditions that characterized the hospitals, and the maintenance of life, far from being a criterion to consider, go on to become an end in itself. This end justifies any interference, and the hospital is becoming more pervasive as the main framework where most people stop there. The falleciente that person ceases to be proud and aware of his fate which he gave his last wills from his own room the rest of their relatives, and is supplanted by the weak person, tubing, dying almost without knowing it, or worse, misled. The world begins to enter a stage full of Ivan Ilyich, terminals and old people who are lied to and taken as if they were children (doubly a lie, not only will the physician to the patient, but the same patient to the doctor into thinking you are believing what the other says).
First of all, what prevails is the need first to keep death as far as possible, something that not only is seen in medical practice, but also in the funeral American homes. When it seemed that the funeral was part of the past, funeral homes (not just wakes developed at home, but these private services that could be seen on such shows as Six Feet Under ) decentralize the church farewell rites but lead back into the same capitalist imperatives: death becomes a business. However, Ariès points out that in this business of death, there is everything except death. While in the ancient rites was quite evident the notion of death, both from religious imagery, and from the social reaction to it (without going too far, the option of displaying the body in the coffin open) funeral homes in the attempt to maintain an illusion of life at all costs, making wakes in the house of death, embalming, make-up, so to speak, tuneándolo to make it seem as alive as possible.
Now what does all this with things I usually write here-say to yourself, music, movies, or the majesty of Claudia Cardinale? - It seems that today was a great distrust of the emotions. Generated a neurotic fear of spending the melodrama. The date is not accurate, but in the last decade, as well as trying to discreetly silence the dead at the time of giving his last orders songs, at least in the field in what is often called the quintessential rock, not so well in the case of pop-started cutting, and who cut wine with soda, emotional flow that could promise a song (there is also the other side of the balance that with the use of teenage angst trivializing the excitement is over.) The reasons, beyond the kick to the liver that was after you were one of the larger than life have been entered (the heavy metal eighties, full of these ballads played on the rain-making types -sweetpicking- while-you-stopped-in-the-handle-to-motorcycle-with-form-of-dragon-fire-lit-going-to-bottom-of-a-volcano-erupting-in-guarded-by-orcs- with-chainsaw-full-of-dynamite ), can be traced in the same aesthetics and postmodern philosophy that tries to subvert all the great speeches (and death is nothing that great and impregnable speech we hear at the end of days). Any feeling purple is treated with the same aseptic a doctor cure an infection, are regarded with suspicion ancient, like a drastic increase in registration of white blood cells of a body like a mold growing on the edge bimbo bread.
vectoring such repudiation gives rise to two-way solution:
a) Either it fully eliminates all sentimentality or belief, or they are taken, they are abused, swelling like a dog with anabolic to turn it into something completely different.
b) The two solutions are shaped or resort to cynicism to exorcise the ghost of the house of kitsch, or trap the same ghost and bring it to a mobile shop, where people laugh and throws peanuts through the cage , but certainly behind those bars there is nothing we can do that freak.
c) The first solution can be seen in the cool detachment of all truth, or positioning, Compass parties in the writers who misinterpreted to Carver, the filmmakers who do not understand Wes Anderson, or 90% of films indies, such as Juno, with that met almost all kinds of neurotic pathos
The second solution can be seen in Umpi Dani, Miranda!, Closet, electroclash, Max Capote, Architecture in Helsinki, the design kitsch pseudo Gallery Viceroy.

Interlude I, time is money
The fine had a hot date and asked me to accompany him to the mall to buy a shirt. In my case, means putting on a shirt or something very important happened or something very terrible (to attend the fiftieth anniversary of marriage of my grandparents, or a funeral, respectively), so I'm not the best companies at the time to attend in the purchase of this garment.
I'm someone who firmly believes in choice and have preferences about almost any subject, either to determine if Patricia is better to Pilsen, where Burst was better than Monterrojo, if preferred wax eyebrow tweezers, or that of all the former is more Tota Santillan good.
I'm a guy who loves making (and strangely vote canceled for the next election, although that's choice), but oddly enough, all the shirts I look alike. Basically I can divide them into three categories:
a) The normal
b) The ridiculous
c) too gay
As the fine know this, often decide to include a third party to seek, in this case Santiago a pink hulk renovated, with a gradual cessation of irons able to return your body adaptable to clothes in general. We
by different stores and the same shirts happen one after another, the fine and James talk about textures, colors and cuts, but I only see pieces of checked or striped fabric. The thing I am going back half boring, but then the fine comes up go to Zara. He had already talked about that store in this post, but I must again point out that is the ultimate expression of the clothes (at least the male) as complicated as laughable. In the design of Zara always underlies the philosophy of more is better. It would appear that the owners had chained to an old man who decides to cloth caps, patches and random pockets of anything that falls through a tube in a cell where not even get to see the hands.
The spring harvest is not as ridiculous as the other times, but then I find this diver. It is a piece v-neck, and behind it stands the neck of a shirt. Thinking it is a strange neglect of one of the hyper-masculine store clerks, took the perch, hoping to separate the diver's shirt and then I realize that both are part of the same garment. I'm shocked. When I was young there were a few more fans of Kurt Cobain wore a long sleeve shirt under a Short Sleeve (something I did a couple of times, but I was particularly uncomfortable), but at least share the same textures, and one of them could be drawn whenever they wanted. This was different, and the thought bothered me. What is this? "The thrill of modern times, what Paul Virilio has been trying to save so much time solving the process to get two coats in one motion? A new sexual revolution has led people to such debauchery that is necessary to forgo the clothes in mere seconds? Does the U.S. financial crisis has impacted the world of clothing to the point where you have to save on material, simplifying the design two expensive pieces in one?.
Whatever the reasons, I decided to design a new clothing that fits and syncretism simplifying features of the needs of people today. Hipsters

Of all the cultural changes he talked, the hipsters are the latest monstrous creation.
The great virus that escaped from a test tube crashed into the ground.
A little less than two months, when someone spoke of hipsters to me was referring to Neal Cassady, or as interesting as these marginal types that appeared in the novels of Kerouac. However, in a matter of weeks, and possibly because of this article of Adbusters, which arrived via elbailemoderno - I began to know the redefinition of this word that originally associated with more sympathetic characters.
After you read many blogs, either this , this or this, I conclude that at a certain temperature and exposed to some sunlight, hipsters are a cultural Chernobyl, an unexpected error factory, a monkey is turned-monster Leviathan.
A-apparently-negligible oxygen bubble going quietly into the center of the heart.
AIDS is the language spoken in the social, the idea autodeformante a virus so powerful in his apartment full of all-including himself-which is impossible to be taken by any of its parts. This is not about wielding the moral mandate that any new movement has an obligation to be countercultural from scratch (being an individual hipster apathetic and rather comfortable, and arguably even appropriate to their social environment), but effects rather than political, human. Denial is a radical, but not that There's no future for you! tearing the throat of Johnny Rotten, but no, nah an ironic, laughable, uttered through clenched teeth, fading like smoke coming out of Parliament cigarettes hanging from their mouths.
By this I mean there seems to be too apocalyptic, and is more worthy of a veteran in a parent meeting, an indignant psicobolche at a meeting of the FEUU, or a pseudo Brazilian preaching in a makeshift church in an old cinema, but construction of this new identity is false, and more culturally harmful than any iron, dark, emo, punk, or a fan of Peñarol that may exist. Even the hipsters
fail in their hedonism. In his case, the trial is a mere hedonism, a bad copy of pleasure without restraint, since the pursuit of pleasure is in compliance with a code, an agenda that becomes all too self-conscious rather a radical twist to the Franciscan ideal get to drive through the deprivation of all (in this case, not material, but any position, any emotional content.)
The problem lies in its elusive nature, which prevents grab, or attack by one side, as Douglas Haddow says:
"But it is rare, if Not impossible, to find an individual Who Will Proclaim themself a proud hipster. It's an odd dance of self-identity - adamantly denying your Existence Clearly defined symbols while wearing That proclaims it. "
A board-the person who proudly defines itself-stained every strand of her hair, puts his feet in the Nike ships, placed his Barcelona shirt, slightly tilted his visor up, or the Polar Alpha jacket, but unlike the thick-framed glasses with no increase and T-shirts with messages ironic hipsters, that dress is almost a preparation for the battlefield. Although the everyday becomes a little clothing as, ultimately, inconsequential as when I wear a shirt of Suicide, that is an iron and I do, one reason why some bars or nightclubs would not let him enter his establishment , one reason why a police caress his truncheon. Keops
When I went to when he cut a song from, say, the Vulture and began to rumble on the walls the last issue of Pibes jets, one for a while understand the structure of the cumbia villera nitrogen, the tum-tu-tu-tum pacemaker was directly connected to one cop, the pattern The rate offered to franeleo, the need to pull a chick and make a mock copulation, at least in the three minutes it lasted that song. Those nights, but eventually I ended up getting tired, I find it more realistic in terms of match between means and ends, any time barman pseudo cool that one could live in the round, or the living, even in real touch of bands . In Khufu's thing was clear, women and the men went to the track and knew adhered to what was the règle du jeu , and deep-more than there were people who not only ran erotomaniac plan, not to deceive, nor was a Roman orgy, knew they were all-in party-for that. In other clubs in the area of \u200b\u200bMontevideo, which one notices is that people do not really know what it is. Rather, it seems to be occupying a place, a space that is reserved for them, and if not occupied, they run the risk of being relieved by others.

"The dance floor at a hipster party looks like it Should Be Surrounded by quotation marks. While punk, disco and hip hop all Had immersive, intimate That energetic dance styles and liberated the dancer from his / her mental states - be it the head-spinning b-boy or violent thrashings of a live punk show - the hipster has more of a joke dance. A faux shrug shuffle That mocks the very idea of \u200b\u200bdancing or, at its best, illustrated a non-committal fear of expression typified in a weird twitch / ironic twist. The dancers Are too self-aware to let Themselves feel Any form of liberation; They shuffle along, shrugging Themselves Into Oblivion. "

Of all the hipster movement will not be a song, novel or story line, a well used paint milliliter. At best be a joke, a joke that will remain in the air as floating dust in the area devastated by an intensive cultivation of GM soy.
Interlude II, Ortelli, dixit
I'm sure at one time I got to see the Rolling Stone. Virtually
bought all the numbers from May 2005 until March 2007, but over time I began to realize their mistakes, the discomfort that I was reading it, as he discovers the true chick that he was pressing when the lights am going through the jack. Adding to this, the magazine began to be increasingly ideologically disastrous, as can be the bottle that will make the majors ( oh, Augustine, I've opened eyes), the tail of straw after Cromagnon, which has led to an article embolante reminder in every fucking number since December 2005 and this hateful and obscurantist note about the persecution of those who download music from the internet).
was so I decided to jump ship.
To my surprise, no sooner stopped buying the magazine, I surrogate for my sister, who began to buy it with the same religion that I had made some years ago.
Eye, Rolling Stone has had his moments, like an interview with hints of melodrama melodramatic made Barbara Lombardo (it was from there that I began to look attractive ex Paquita) some great articles about Argentina soccer finals in 78 and 86, some notes of Hunter Thompson learned from the U.S. version, and most interviews Calamaro, who always considered an excellent interviewee.
However, the journal, or my enthusiasm has been declining, and in recent days I have dedicated exclusively to search for what you write Juan Ortelli, possibly one of the most incomprehensible writers (not to be confused with misunderstood ) and wandering which are featured by the magazine. Ortelli
The endorsement had heard voice of Darius, where basically the Argentine journalist came to say perlite Bicycles are like cats, but Pony Sneakers (which makes me think that Carmen San Diego is like The Jesus Lizard, but suede boots), and thinking that it would not be able to maintain such a pace of bullshit, comes this genius of a subsequent issue:
On the last record of MGMT:
"(...) which gives lysergic atmosphere to work. There are breathing tests of the Harvard Psychedelic Project, the whiff of Black Bear community, David Bowie, Wayne Coyne, why not the Small Faces and the wild Jagger Their Majesties Satanic. Everything in the hands of two kids that can pass (or not) for a couple of extras from the beach. "
The latter led me to think of a few shots to the note of some recent discs:
* On Neon Bible, Arcade Fire:
All this in the hands of a group that can pass (or not) for a couple of extras rejected for a version of Macbeth set in space.
* On Modern Guilt, Beck:
All this in the hands of a type that could easily be included (or not) in the cast of Gummo
* On the last album by Jorge Nasser:
All this in the hands of a type that could be taken (or not) to interpret the cowboy in a film version of the Falcons Galactic.
proposals are accepted, thanks Ortelli for giving us much to think about.

Camp
If one tries to follow the hipsters carbon chains, you may find in the camp to one of their candidates.
In Notes on Camp, Susan Sontag makes an excellent dissection of the sensitivity, not trying to limitation in a theoretical construct, but by articulating details of a floating mode, a series of points that can be attached in a way that seems ( since no sensiblilidad can become a system: if it can be reduced to its blueprints, ceases to be such, is something in life evanescence).
The Camp is the cult of artifice, of exaggeration, a sensitivity depoliticized mocking laughter when a room where everything has become a serious wake, an affectionate wink in a glass eye, kick the chess board and get to dance with the reaper.
The basic modus operandi is to return the serious camp frivolous, frivolous and serious.
But behind their aesthetic ridiculous, there is a genuine conviction, an underlying passion that differentiates the most Warholian pop art, which only refer to things in quotes (as Sontag says), does so with asterisks and notes footer. All the innocence that might be in the camp, in pop culture becomes mere cynicism. Andy Warhol took all these people, the rats became and converted his factory in his own labyrinth Skinner. Behind the equalization of conclusion "In the future everybody will be famous for fifteen minutes" had underlying a curse carved in a mortuary room pharaonic "I create you and I can destroy you" . People are often left with fame, but forget the details of the fifteen minutes, something that worries me in a country like Argentina, where a character with an expiration date as Wanda Nara, not only passed fifteen minutes, but returns home disguised as a Russian princess. Even from the cynical view of Warhol as a drum solo, passing fifteen minutes, it stops being fun.
When imitation of camp does not become cynical, then it becomes safe, packaging. If this is the aesthetic that has upholstered Uruguay in recent years.
In the camp there was an attempt to achieve something monumental and beautiful. In Uruguay, there is an attempt to be camp, nothing more than that.

Umpi Dani's homosexuality has no intrinsic value, only mean by this service and aesthetics. The gay community, even in its parades, etc. seem this great sketch of Little Britain , where the fat goes gay proclaiming their homosexuality, believing the only people there and defending the a tooth and nail any kind of intolerance, when nobody cares about his orientation, and when in fact their parents try to get a couple. As noted in this post Benito, "no culture bitter, oppressive and omnipresent that rebel against the glamorous name, only a few residual structures and concepts, despised by anyone who has read on for the past 20 years."
The Uruguayan camp parody, nothing more.
More than parody, are ideological statement shows, in the naziest way.
And the parody is just such another, put quotation marks on every emotion or positioning.
But when one says that the camp has upholstered Montevideo, how far we can say that.
More lining, we have been led to believe that is covered.
Montevideo, unlike Buenos Aires, is an easy city to take it.
You only need twenty people with means and connections and already have a movement.
And the Uruguayan camp is no more than that, the inside joke of two bars, three radio drivers, fifteen publishers and ten designers.
a country where nostalgia increasingly on the heels of this (both for lack of ideas as some morbid passion for the past, and nostalgia is nothing more than the alterofilia of memory) is a perfect breeding ground for the camp aesthetic.

Interlude III, Children of ships
Excluding grappamiel and memorable ads (after the Uruguayan health, the worst that has occurred in national television), there is hardly one as hateful as this commercial.

The notice in question comes from a long tradition of trade as deplorable as nationalists, as My country, the Rada, or the new spot of Pilsen with that awful song composed by the asshole vocalist Snake. In fact, the verse of the song princeps, that "celestial born" rather than something strictly nationalist, I bring the image of a dead child leaving the mother's vaginal canal, sky after suffocated by the umbilical cord around his neck, but maybe that is just my idea .
But back to the notice in question, the issue brings murguistas taking a long inventory of all that is Uruguay, which would not be anything outside the norm, but were for the final. After a sentence as excessive and almost utilitarian as "identity your children are planting today / the great history that enlarges our Uruguay "-a phrase without much difficulty could be found in some Mussolini's speech, see the company logo:
Schneck Schneck, autoctonísimo, che.
After all, we are children of the boats.

Hunters

dreams But now that I think, in reference to self-imposed aspect that patching has moved in Uruguay, almost all followed the same character and ideological horizon.
In a long walk I did with astllr , comment on the issue almost a mirage, all the movements that have shaped the city. Given the changing face of culture and embalmer, I was trying to preserve, through my writing, small images of what Uruguay was a close to mutate and forget completely. Astllr position was more radical, wanting to remove once and for all these models, to create something new and enduring (burn the earth to grow, as did the Mayans).
one way or another, Uruguay has not been just that, a succession of movements that overlap and cover each other, without going over posts, simply mutating. There is no development, maturation, but simple mutation, without specific effects on the multicellular organism of the city. In the coming years the magazines freeway, the NEO and Bla be thrown away, and the skin will take another chameleon-like chromaticism Uruguay, seeking a new gimmick, a new private joke we all pretend to understand. But thinking differently, referring to the words of Sontag, perhaps the camp was always here. I quote paragraph 24:

. "24 The pure examples of Camp Are unintentional; They Are Dead Serious. The Art Nouveau craftsman Who Makes a lamp with a snake coiled around it is Not kidding, NOR is he Trying to Be charming. Saying He is, in all earnestness: Voilà! The Orient! "

If one goes through the center, it costs more than two blocks to find these details. The meringue pie neoclassical Palacio Legislativo (sentence subject to the copyright of the deceased mentiraestelamento , phallus Lone Telecommunications Tower, the fifth coming home unless in Lezica, postmodernism Diaz Palace (with the neon lights of a bowling alley installed in your basement), the Nautical Art Deco buildings Pintos Risso first .. . This last example is rather peculiar, because it shows how extrinsic often the ideas we put into the pores: one makes you curious why Uruguay is a city so gray, and it is for something so trivial, as the fact that European journals reached Uruguayan architects were in black and white. And there seems something one would typically start construction of a nation, but later appears Natalie Kriz promoting the Diamantis Plaza, offering people those niches glass, asking if he ever thought to live in a five star hotel. One sees that, and you know that in the lower economic setback, that will remain a warehouse full of moldy pools, a giant dead, as dead as the shops and houses that remained after the failure of the Phoenix plan.
This aspect of wanting to reach a seriousness, a seriousness that fails, the camp itself, but I would not plan to promote Uruguay as the only architecture that.

In one of the few obscenities I was doing on the malintepretación the camp, which would include It can be understood in the same way that LA Confidential is a memorable film, and The Black Dahlia cardboard and ridiculous film. De Palma's version is just a parody, a patchwork of all the imagery noir, while in LA Confidential allow a communion of the aesthetic to the imperatives of the plot. But the example is doubly hand, it serves to include a detail of the film. On one hand, it reveals that one of the main suspects, a tycoon and film producer, made his fortune creating Hollywoodland, a cheap neighborhood from the use of wood residual film factory films American dreams, to create a lot of highly flammable homes and buildings. More or less that is what is Montevideo, a city made of planks and scenes of old movies borrowed from the ideas of others.
live and walk in the dreams of thirty people who have dedicated themselves to dream the dreams of others.
To me what worries me is what happens when you wake up.