Thursday, September 28, 2006
Can You Use Pancake Mix In Waffle Maker
This is What You Want / this is What You Get
The Argentine newspapers yesterday reviewed the 5 th day Rock the Pepsi (remember when the gigs did not carry the names of their sponsors? when it was frowned upon?) and tell the same story with varying degrees of discomfort: it seems the programmers forgot that PR today day is the bands final requirement that only listen to them and their friends and bands that look like it a lot (because music is a feeling and I can not stop) and scheduled for an indie band ( El Otro Yo ) with a band of Latin and charrúa Stamina ( The Like), and two four cups ( Nailgunner and Smitten ) that in any way were more compatible with Uruguayan band, committing the sacrilege of leaving them close to the band of brothers Aldana, who are paddling past the last fifteen years, and not the celestial wonder (well, almost blue because Emiliano Brancciari , though very fond to play the anthem, wearing the T-shirt pick and sing 'Don José A', remains an Argentine-born Munro). What kinds of crazy, disoriented, to see how many full velodromes EOY you come to Montevideo ...
Then of course, a barbarian tantrum NTvG for fans that are local to where you play and why, "according to the first chronicle of the RS in Nation - had fun singing some nice songs of fans who alternately claimed membership of the Republic of Uruguay or Argentina, but making it clear that Chileans do not in any way. Brancciari, which apparently was not listening too well, made a most correct call to not discriminate between Argentina and Uruguay, which the songs were not trying but, well, the intention was noble.
But short range, when NTvG had met the stipulated time of their performance, wide blade made Brancciari said: " We have three songs and we play, whoever comes after the band " and proceeded to touch as his enthusiastic audience sang " Ne-Yo, Ne-Yo, will be the bitch that bore him ", which was not reprimanded by the brave singer. Because it does not detract sexy brave.
Hey, these men did not know. In fact, if I remember because people change a lot, the manager was engaged NTvG EOY pass in Saturday's radio show whenever I could and considered the best Latin American band or something (but I can be wrong because I remember that at that time regarded as NTvG bands like, say, a fucks). But hey, at that time also played the national anthem and filled stadiums. Neither chose to journalists who behaved well with them to give them the notes that were denied to others, or to pre-potable, which filtered and asked them so fucked up and misplaced as "live music?" interrupted a concert or 20.00 people bitching someone who wrote that a song they thought shit, or looking for the lowest common denominator which is the song that they know more Uruguayans to touch and everyone singing, and celebrating triumphs of political parties, nor had anything against Chile, asshole, but even going to play there ...
as I can remember those EOY not in any of his visits to Uruguay took advantage of his coming of age for pre-potable other bands and in fact chronic PR concert say that made no reference on stage to chants from fans of the other group (who emigrated NTvG just finished playing, because it is a feeling of admiration exclusive) and limited to play well, so say the comments, rather than the band that preceded them.
I have no great sympathy for EOY and I usually inflate much eggs that address child and adolescent mongo 30 and the characteristic peak. A speech that if it is to be naive to Beat Happening should warn that barely fool. But the few times I saw them live, I saw a band that played really well and was delivered on stage, one thing that always struck me as significant. Radicals seem to me not worthy of the bands of the bands that are inspired (possibly make a version of Nirvana in Castilian no less demagogic "in certain areas, to play 'A Don José'), but must be respected the little speculation behind to make a record as El Otro Yo El Otro Yo , or have passed through the hands of Santaolalla without this they may have put a charango or misplaced in a song flute ( the disk in question is awful, but worth it).
And I have news that will break the eggs to the other bands they play because that day they got and they thought they had very long dick. But while I have no news that Brancciari has written a song as pleasant as' music 'or' Joy. "
Well, up the good vibes and everyone will see the people who deserve and enjoy it. I already opened the umbrella and I stand by the gentle warning that I was not going to like it. Now that's a feeling I can not stop.
Sunday, September 24, 2006
Mario Soliari Steaming
Ali boma yé
Contrary to what you can make regular readers of this blog, I do not despise the sport, quite the opposite. One of my biggest regrets is not being good at any team sport, although I was a good skater and a decent rider. But the most popular sports in these latitudes, football, basketball, volleyball, I was always plain horrible (although I discovered how to make myself useful in football, eliminating real players' skills through pure and simple violence and foul play). Over the years I developed a fierce hatred of football culture-two words that should not be antithetical, but they are, and football as a measure of all things, but I can not help being moved like an old cop against soap opera when occasionally I run into one of those moments of sheer beauty that competitive sport gift, infrequently, like all good things.
And I've seen great things, saw a goal from Diego Aguirre in 120 minutes against America de Cali (which it does not take manya to have screamed), I saw four tries that Jonah Lomu he put England in the Rugby World Cup 1995, saw the incredible win and break the world record Yelena Isinbayeva -the finest of sportsmen in 2004, I saw two goals from Diego Maradona -that for me are the same goal in two acts, to England in 1986, I saw Sugar Ray Leonard in the early '90s, I saw Michael Jordan win only the epic semi-final against New York Knicks in 91, I saw Ben Johnson beat Carl Lewis in Rome '87 (give a fuck that was doped), saw the Netherlands of Euro '88, I saw Nadia Comaneci , saw duels Borg - McEnroe in 80, all ...
wonderful things I saw, however, not directly at least, the most exciting and amazing of all sporting moments, something that goes beyond mere competition to become a legend moral, a lesson of beauty, discipline and courage given by the greatest athletes of the twentieth century: Mohammed Ali , or rather, by two of the largest, Ali and George Foreman . I'm talking, of course, the "Rumble in the Jungle " the fight for the heavyweight championship in Zaire in 1974.
This fight is for me a unique quality, I've seen, fragmented or almost full, dozens of times, in documentaries about Ali, in any collection of great moments in boxing or sports in general, even in recreation with which Michael Mann tried to convince the world that Will Smith could emulate the graceful figure of Ali ... all excite me, always, inevitably, it gives me goose bumps and my eyes are glazed. Each and every one of boxing movies have tried to reproduce its rhythm, dynamics of resistance and ultimate redemption, but none, not even my favorite boxing film, Undisputed ( Walter Hill, 2002) - will come not to heels in terms of dramatic tension and beauty. Mann, Smith had to film with close-ups from the waist up or just the legs, because neither Smith nor anyone else could replicate the grace of Ali, the guy who made boxing a dance ritual. Oriana Fallaci was ordered for me since long before he wrote his books anti-Arab racist. The was from that described Ali as a "loudmouth ignorant" and a man with no interest. "The Lip , a loudmouth? Without a doubt, is the man who turned to be a loudmouth into an art. "An ignorant, a man with no interest? Poor Oriana, how far the men who spent his entire life ... repellant human interest not see the last of the warrior-poets overrides anything the Italian has said in his life or his death.
Both my enthusiasm a few days ago, mentioning in passing that Ali and fight, and thus embark on a huge monologue about, "I offered to lend me a book he knew but he had never put your hands on: The Fight of Norman Mailer , ie chronic Mailer was on the "Rumble in the Jungle." Of course that interested me and of course I read it in one sitting just fell on my hands. Mailer always seemed a formidable writer, but a horrible problem of identity that led him to change his style much more often than recommended. But when you sink your teeth into something, as in Tough Guys Do not Dance or The Armies of the Night is unsurpassed, and The Fight was writing about his favorite subject and a hero.
Obviously the book is brilliant, among other things porque Mailer no se queda atrapado por su fascinación por Alí y le da un buen espacio a estudiar a Foreman, a su manera un boxeador casi tan notable como Alí.
Pero todo este post viene a cuento de algo que no sabía y que me electrizó al leerlo; una de las características de la pelea Alí-Foreman que la convirtieron en leyenda es el abrumadora ventaja previa que tenía Foreman a su favor. Alí era ya un boxeador veterano que había pasado sus mejores días, venía de los largos años en que no lo dejaron luchar y le quitaron su título por no haber querido ir a Vietnam porque “ no vietcong has ever called me nigger ” (¿qué otro deportista sin ser Alí ha sido ever capable of such an act of courage, of giving the best years of his career to save his soul and understand weight of circumstance and place?), and in those years had lost circulation and shape. Foreman was young, had the biggest blow that I had ever seen (to this day is considered that it was the stronger fighter stuck in the history of boxing, even stronger than Iron Mike Tyson ) and came to demolish in two rounds with Joe Frazier , who had beaten Ali. Had destroyed Ken Norton, who also had beaten Ali. It was a killing machine, was the Christian black, ugly, disciplined, patriotic and nationalist who was in front of subversive Muslim Ali handsome and vain. And betting was 8 to 1 in his favor. Even within the circle of Ali confessed there were many who have prayed, not because Ali Foreman won but that will not kill or cripple it forever, which was nothing remote possibilities.
But Ali won and if you do not know the story, go and read it somewhere on the web. Or rather, consíganse documentary When We Were Kings .
The fact that he knew about the fight and I mentioned before is that Ali had not heard that Foreman would say something before the fight, which was leaving him worried. Mailer played what later became known that Ali told Foreman while the referee gave them instructions. He said, "Have You Heard of me Since You Were Young. Since I've Been Following You Were a little boy. Now, you must-meet-me, your master! . "
No Hollywood screenwriter never imagined such a heavy caliber. It is clear that the fight was won over to Ali before, because we must respect the time when the truth is stranger than fiction.
Leo, while along some information for this post that, how could it be otherwise between two men who go through together a moment of such importance, though be on opposite sides of the ring-Ali and Foreman ended up being friends. And when the documentary Leon Gast about the fight, When We Were Kings , won the Oscar for Best Documentary, Foreman helped Ali, and consumed with Parkinson's disease up to receive the award so amazing registration. Luckily I did not see, because one is not in stone and we must maintain the reputation of elegant insensitivity.
Contrary to what you can make regular readers of this blog, I do not despise the sport, quite the opposite. One of my biggest regrets is not being good at any team sport, although I was a good skater and a decent rider. But the most popular sports in these latitudes, football, basketball, volleyball, I was always plain horrible (although I discovered how to make myself useful in football, eliminating real players' skills through pure and simple violence and foul play). Over the years I developed a fierce hatred of football culture-two words that should not be antithetical, but they are, and football as a measure of all things, but I can not help being moved like an old cop against soap opera when occasionally I run into one of those moments of sheer beauty that competitive sport gift, infrequently, like all good things.
And I've seen great things, saw a goal from Diego Aguirre in 120 minutes against America de Cali (which it does not take manya to have screamed), I saw four tries that Jonah Lomu he put England in the Rugby World Cup 1995, saw the incredible win and break the world record Yelena Isinbayeva -the finest of sportsmen in 2004, I saw two goals from Diego Maradona -that for me are the same goal in two acts, to England in 1986, I saw Sugar Ray Leonard in the early '90s, I saw Michael Jordan win only the epic semi-final against New York Knicks in 91, I saw Ben Johnson beat Carl Lewis in Rome '87 (give a fuck that was doped), saw the Netherlands of Euro '88, I saw Nadia Comaneci , saw duels Borg - McEnroe in 80, all ...
wonderful things I saw, however, not directly at least, the most exciting and amazing of all sporting moments, something that goes beyond mere competition to become a legend moral, a lesson of beauty, discipline and courage given by the greatest athletes of the twentieth century: Mohammed Ali , or rather, by two of the largest, Ali and George Foreman . I'm talking, of course, the "Rumble in the Jungle " the fight for the heavyweight championship in Zaire in 1974.
This fight is for me a unique quality, I've seen, fragmented or almost full, dozens of times, in documentaries about Ali, in any collection of great moments in boxing or sports in general, even in recreation with which Michael Mann tried to convince the world that Will Smith could emulate the graceful figure of Ali ... all excite me, always, inevitably, it gives me goose bumps and my eyes are glazed. Each and every one of boxing movies have tried to reproduce its rhythm, dynamics of resistance and ultimate redemption, but none, not even my favorite boxing film, Undisputed ( Walter Hill, 2002) - will come not to heels in terms of dramatic tension and beauty. Mann, Smith had to film with close-ups from the waist up or just the legs, because neither Smith nor anyone else could replicate the grace of Ali, the guy who made boxing a dance ritual. Oriana Fallaci was ordered for me since long before he wrote his books anti-Arab racist. The was from that described Ali as a "loudmouth ignorant" and a man with no interest. "The Lip , a loudmouth? Without a doubt, is the man who turned to be a loudmouth into an art. "An ignorant, a man with no interest? Poor Oriana, how far the men who spent his entire life ... repellant human interest not see the last of the warrior-poets overrides anything the Italian has said in his life or his death.
Both my enthusiasm a few days ago, mentioning in passing that Ali and fight, and thus embark on a huge monologue about, "I offered to lend me a book he knew but he had never put your hands on: The Fight of Norman Mailer , ie chronic Mailer was on the "Rumble in the Jungle." Of course that interested me and of course I read it in one sitting just fell on my hands. Mailer always seemed a formidable writer, but a horrible problem of identity that led him to change his style much more often than recommended. But when you sink your teeth into something, as in Tough Guys Do not Dance or The Armies of the Night is unsurpassed, and The Fight was writing about his favorite subject and a hero.
Obviously the book is brilliant, among other things porque Mailer no se queda atrapado por su fascinación por Alí y le da un buen espacio a estudiar a Foreman, a su manera un boxeador casi tan notable como Alí.
Pero todo este post viene a cuento de algo que no sabía y que me electrizó al leerlo; una de las características de la pelea Alí-Foreman que la convirtieron en leyenda es el abrumadora ventaja previa que tenía Foreman a su favor. Alí era ya un boxeador veterano que había pasado sus mejores días, venía de los largos años en que no lo dejaron luchar y le quitaron su título por no haber querido ir a Vietnam porque “ no vietcong has ever called me nigger ” (¿qué otro deportista sin ser Alí ha sido ever capable of such an act of courage, of giving the best years of his career to save his soul and understand weight of circumstance and place?), and in those years had lost circulation and shape. Foreman was young, had the biggest blow that I had ever seen (to this day is considered that it was the stronger fighter stuck in the history of boxing, even stronger than Iron Mike Tyson ) and came to demolish in two rounds with Joe Frazier , who had beaten Ali. Had destroyed Ken Norton, who also had beaten Ali. It was a killing machine, was the Christian black, ugly, disciplined, patriotic and nationalist who was in front of subversive Muslim Ali handsome and vain. And betting was 8 to 1 in his favor. Even within the circle of Ali confessed there were many who have prayed, not because Ali Foreman won but that will not kill or cripple it forever, which was nothing remote possibilities.
But Ali won and if you do not know the story, go and read it somewhere on the web. Or rather, consíganse documentary When We Were Kings .
The fact that he knew about the fight and I mentioned before is that Ali had not heard that Foreman would say something before the fight, which was leaving him worried. Mailer played what later became known that Ali told Foreman while the referee gave them instructions. He said, "Have You Heard of me Since You Were Young. Since I've Been Following You Were a little boy. Now, you must-meet-me, your master! . "
No Hollywood screenwriter never imagined such a heavy caliber. It is clear that the fight was won over to Ali before, because we must respect the time when the truth is stranger than fiction.
Leo, while along some information for this post that, how could it be otherwise between two men who go through together a moment of such importance, though be on opposite sides of the ring-Ali and Foreman ended up being friends. And when the documentary Leon Gast about the fight, When We Were Kings , won the Oscar for Best Documentary, Foreman helped Ali, and consumed with Parkinson's disease up to receive the award so amazing registration. Luckily I did not see, because one is not in stone and we must maintain the reputation of elegant insensitivity.
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Images Of Men With Brazilian Wax
The brief eternity
Occasionally one finds a job on a subject whose object of study we do not like, also disagree with the hypothesis and how it is presented, and yet we find that work interesting, if only an anthropological way, as if we were watching the strange beliefs and customs of a tribe that is totally foreign to us.
That happened to me recently seeing Live Forever (2003), a documentary by John Dower on the rise and fall of Britpop in the first half of the nineties. For the moment the documentary presents five hypotheses dudosísimas:
a) The Britpop was the best thing that happened to English music from the golden age of Beatles and Rolling Stones .
b) During his time, England was given entirely to the Britpop that dominated the Charts no competition.
c) The Britpop phenomenon was totally popular, growing from the bottom up without the hype press has been critical.
d) There is a direct political relationship between the Labour victory of Tony Blair and the rise of Britpop.
e) Oasis is a band huge.
I disagree with the hypotheses, for me until the arrival of Britpop England was always interesting music or more, and Britpop is precisely the abdication of any artistic pretension, the fall in the obvious and safe, and afimación of sales numbers as the only value to be respected. I also believe that britpop was developed simultaneously laboratory pop, pop Toyota now dominates the global market, meaning that their success was not so homogeneous, and also much more interesting things related to electronic pop quality or psychedelia ( Massive Attack, Underworld , The Beta Band, Scottish bands ...). I think the Britpop phenomenon was the biggest blow of indirect advertising (or explicit) that the press has given credibility critical intentions. I think Tony Blair Rev. is a bastard, the world's worst example disfigurement of the left end, and its coincidence with the Britpop is merely to share some resurgence of English nationalism (in addition to also share the overvaluation of some observers), and secondly I think a Britpop wave music depoliticized and lyrically more void in the history of rock. Finally, of course, Oasis band does not seem a huge beyond the quantitative. I hated the britpop
with dedication and contempt during its peak a decade ago, not only could not hooked to any of its flagship bands, but also saw its success as an encroachment, fueled by the great power British media advertising, the short but legitimate reign of the generation of American underground. It was not a fan of grunge, but the side bands to it, aggressive indie and grounded in the non-hardcore and sometimes wave was pocketed with Pearl Jam or Soundgarden but it was something else. And when things get interesting seemed to these English afrancesados \u200b\u200bappeared without knowing much writing (and playing less), were sold as the great musical revolution the world needed. But it is very difficult to sell Pulp a fan of Kinks, The Jam and Steve Harley so difficult as Franz Ferdinand sell to someone who knows the Talking Heads albums memory. There is some apparent degradation. To make matters worse the best band of the movement, The Auteurs , was never a big deal.
But with all this burden of judgments and prejudices over, enjoyed Live Forever, among other things, it eats himself by an oversight: the film begins, as history illustrates, with a massive concert Stone Roses and then passed to the presentation Top of the Pops of Nirvana. Nothing in the hour and a half that follows these images are closer to the charisma and intensity of these bands. It's like starting a documentary on Dario Silva with Spencer images and Morena, and then argue that Silva was much more important and best player, displaying as evidence the millions in dollars of his passes and compare them with money moved Pass by the other two. A joke, almost. At one point Jon Savage, who considered a least one guy who lived many things, talks about the impact of the performance of 'Some Might Think ' of in TOTP Oasis , evoking it as a moment unique and dazzling in which the world is changing. And you hope something like the Sex Pistols the legendary playback of 'God Save the Queen ', or Chris Novoselic like pineapple sticking with the low in the MTV awards while Dave Grohl putea by the micro to Axl Rose and Kurt Cobain drugged wanders over the amplifiers. Or a similar impact of charisma and visual power (think of videos and performances from bands as diverse as The Cult , Guns'n'Roses or At the Drive-In ) and instead is a bad band dressed and utterly devoid of charisma, except the singer, playing a poor track within the repertoire poor the band. And one is left thinking that Savage was in the front row when emerged Clash, the Pogues , Jesus & Mary Chain , the Smiths, Primal Scream ... and you feel like a punching cagarlo by mirrors or seller of idiots.
is very striking as a mere ten years after its heyday, many of the stars of Britpop present in the film seem a has-been total. Damon Albarn talks like a jazzy recalling his days of glory back in the 50's, Jarvis Cocker looks like a last-old junkie who still wears strange to see if someone turns ... I mean, John Lydon in 86 or Mick Jagger at 75 did not seem so decadent and defeated, and still had to write ' Rise' and 'Waiting for a friend ', respectively. One is tempted to establish a direct relationship between the rate of rise and the depletion of vital energy. But not all end up as losers, and the film is saved from depression by the big winners of the same: the Gallagher brothers .
On one side is Noel, sitting in a large Victorian couch, pretending to be Ray Davies lumpen, talking up a storm and believing more what is smart. In one of his first speeches, Noel advantage to clarify that his best tune, the first and second verse of ' Live Forever' is actually the same as the chorus of 'Shine a Light ' of Rolling Stones, and to prove both humming. And I left thinking that one of the characteristics typical of Britpop really is the audacity with which they assume their theft of music, as if originality were totally irrelevant. Ie, the Clash stole five or six times the riff of "I Can not Explain 'by The Who , but always tried to contextualize it in a thematic and development melodic to excuse the loan. When Elastic Wire looted and Pretenders, Blur to Madness Oasis and half the world, do not give a turd to sail on the hide. Bands being more educated you would have thought of any connection to the plagiarism and some of the neovanguardias postmodern, but it feels that it is simply a lack of scruples (rescued but the only song of the era itself was accused of plagiarism The excellent ' Bittersweet Symphony' by The Verve -a song much larger than the group that wrote it, which as pointed had to share royalties and copyright with the Stones because of a measly sampled bars of the orchestral version of a topic that does not seem at all).
But back to Gallagher, if Noel is funny, lucid and reasonably honest, which is worth all the documentary is Liam. The Gallagher boy, possibly the most charismatic figure of Britpop, it is absolutely hilarious. Not for his wit and quick mind, but for the opposite: sit, fat and the worst haircut in the world, Liam is so amazingly stupid that you feel you're watching This is Spinal Tap II. Ozzy Osbourne Not or Sid Vicious in its most extreme moments of semi-narcotic brain death gave the impression of complete imbecility that this singer radiates easily mancusiano not even understand the basic questions asked. When Noel returned minutes later to appear in the documentary talking about her brother like Britain's answer to Beavis & Butthead definitely one understands, but does not mean that Liam interventions are the funniest of the film.
Listening to music and statements from Oasis in an aesthetic context of time and appropriate, as in the case of Live Forever, one is astonished at the simplicity, halfway between genius and idiocy, of proposal and the idea that revolves around the band: the simple stylistic fusion of the two most powerful gangs in the history of British pop and rock, the Beatles and the Sex Pistols, reducing the aspects (and chords) more angular and complexes of both sides and keeping the message of collective hope of the first and the arrogance of the latter media. It's brilliant, is what the guy who invented the Martin Fierro: a priori the mix cheese and quince paste does not seem the best idea, but someone had to do and it is logical that thousands and thousands of people of interest. The idea bore fruit with a song, sometimes distorted, sometimes acoustic, but only one song, Oasis is a band from one song, so limited that specifies the use of simplified covers of other artists ( Neil Young, Beatles themselves) to give hints of their live shows. That's not necessarily bad, many of my favorite bands like Jesus Lizard , High Rise or Mötorhead , are bands of a single song, but the Oasis song is as seductive as flat. Seduce to hear, as in the documentary, piecemeal, in his usual drive three minutes long and are rarely to be heard again supports the same day, but who cares, who listens to a song today sincerely, several times with devotion? Who has time?
The Gallagher have the excuse of his naive sincerity and some of his records would be very nice come from a lower band and with more enthusiasm than ideas, something like Social Distortion in the U.S., but the size reached after media hype takes away that extra that may deserve sympathy. People like to say that music is good or bad regardless of how much to sell, that's bullshit, because in the XXI century "how much selling" of a band is directly related to the ability of intrusion without permission from artist everywhere and the inevitability of its proposal. ' Wonderwall' may have been a nice Baladilla if you listened to a radio program eventually, forced to listen over and over again everywhere became a shit, because works of art medium, as is the case ' Wonderwall' or 'Live Forever ' - repeating bare their weaknesses and limitations, ie, the impoverished. On the other hand 'I Am the Walrus ', one of the Beatles songs that usually play Gallagher for dummies version , could itself stand as extreme exposure, not because it is legitimized by its authors but because it is a song rich, a song with tens of levels of meaning and sound. Perhaps
Oasis were not very aware of what they were doing and living, the bands that their example if they were generated. When The Strokes reproduced the same pattern of simplification and reduction, only crossing the Atlantic and changed the bands merged, there was no innocence, only evidence of easy success.
( is inevitable that at this time a little rant: Is it possible that Uruguay has made room for a sort of Britpop movement, yes, I know that britpop Uruguay is an oxymoron, but say there ", ie a clone of a clone of a clone, with all that that implies damage genetic, and has been welcomed as "a breath of fresh air? Is it possible that the mass media with larger capacity have been delivered to these bands as if they had discovered the wheel? Can this happen simultaneously at the time the emerging young bands like Santacruz , Undertakers, Invisible Diving , HPLE , Psiconautas or Imao , and are still active and at their best proposals as therapists, Jetsons , Ordinary or Goodfellas? In the time it appears, like a thunderbolt in the dark, the phenomenon of young street musicians, the amazing staging the prude, The Big Seven or Queso Magro ? Is it possible that this musical fauna Vos Va X pass for one month followed a bad film made live in one of Britpop bands, and even today has not even once mentioned the name of Danteinferno ? Viewing Live Forever , I see more in sadness than surprise as one of the bands brit-pop-uru tracing not only the nasal phrasing Liam Gallagher but his hair, his posture, his clothing and the exact position is placed the microphone stand ... mimicking effect. As the monkeys when clubbing a computer. And I feel like they are touching the eggs. Paladins media brit-pop-uru: have completed their experiment to generate hype (to mimic the way other phenomenon), and felt part of the fabric of English feeling for a while. Now shut up and give space to those who need and deserve. If they can not have good taste at least try to be fair, out of the way and take home their mirrors to cipayolandia elsewhere.)
When Live Forever ends, you have a series of mixed feelings, and desire to listen to Stone Roses to confirm that the country that gave Led Zeppelin and The Fall (which of course was active throughout the Britpop phenomenon, Epic and releasing albums that were never perfect cover NME) did not suffer some kind of mental illness and degenerative but curiously, the primary feeling is nostalgia. Not only to youth on the private history of each day that coincided with the rise of Britpop, but also to their own bands. Because, really, to compare Blur or Pulp the Kinks or Steve Harley is cruel, but in light of what followed: the teen pop explosion toyotizado and manufactured by studies live marketing, well, at least there were still rays of talent and grace. Still gave the impression that pop music was geared to people who had reached puberty. Who said that the theory of evolution did not crack?.
Occasionally one finds a job on a subject whose object of study we do not like, also disagree with the hypothesis and how it is presented, and yet we find that work interesting, if only an anthropological way, as if we were watching the strange beliefs and customs of a tribe that is totally foreign to us.
That happened to me recently seeing Live Forever (2003), a documentary by John Dower on the rise and fall of Britpop in the first half of the nineties. For the moment the documentary presents five hypotheses dudosísimas:
a) The Britpop was the best thing that happened to English music from the golden age of Beatles and Rolling Stones .
b) During his time, England was given entirely to the Britpop that dominated the Charts no competition.
c) The Britpop phenomenon was totally popular, growing from the bottom up without the hype press has been critical.
d) There is a direct political relationship between the Labour victory of Tony Blair and the rise of Britpop.
e) Oasis is a band huge.
I disagree with the hypotheses, for me until the arrival of Britpop England was always interesting music or more, and Britpop is precisely the abdication of any artistic pretension, the fall in the obvious and safe, and afimación of sales numbers as the only value to be respected. I also believe that britpop was developed simultaneously laboratory pop, pop Toyota now dominates the global market, meaning that their success was not so homogeneous, and also much more interesting things related to electronic pop quality or psychedelia ( Massive Attack, Underworld , The Beta Band, Scottish bands ...). I think the Britpop phenomenon was the biggest blow of indirect advertising (or explicit) that the press has given credibility critical intentions. I think Tony Blair Rev. is a bastard, the world's worst example disfigurement of the left end, and its coincidence with the Britpop is merely to share some resurgence of English nationalism (in addition to also share the overvaluation of some observers), and secondly I think a Britpop wave music depoliticized and lyrically more void in the history of rock. Finally, of course, Oasis band does not seem a huge beyond the quantitative. I hated the britpop
with dedication and contempt during its peak a decade ago, not only could not hooked to any of its flagship bands, but also saw its success as an encroachment, fueled by the great power British media advertising, the short but legitimate reign of the generation of American underground. It was not a fan of grunge, but the side bands to it, aggressive indie and grounded in the non-hardcore and sometimes wave was pocketed with Pearl Jam or Soundgarden but it was something else. And when things get interesting seemed to these English afrancesados \u200b\u200bappeared without knowing much writing (and playing less), were sold as the great musical revolution the world needed. But it is very difficult to sell Pulp a fan of Kinks, The Jam and Steve Harley so difficult as Franz Ferdinand sell to someone who knows the Talking Heads albums memory. There is some apparent degradation. To make matters worse the best band of the movement, The Auteurs , was never a big deal.
But with all this burden of judgments and prejudices over, enjoyed Live Forever, among other things, it eats himself by an oversight: the film begins, as history illustrates, with a massive concert Stone Roses and then passed to the presentation Top of the Pops of Nirvana. Nothing in the hour and a half that follows these images are closer to the charisma and intensity of these bands. It's like starting a documentary on Dario Silva with Spencer images and Morena, and then argue that Silva was much more important and best player, displaying as evidence the millions in dollars of his passes and compare them with money moved Pass by the other two. A joke, almost. At one point Jon Savage, who considered a least one guy who lived many things, talks about the impact of the performance of 'Some Might Think ' of in TOTP Oasis , evoking it as a moment unique and dazzling in which the world is changing. And you hope something like the Sex Pistols the legendary playback of 'God Save the Queen ', or Chris Novoselic like pineapple sticking with the low in the MTV awards while Dave Grohl putea by the micro to Axl Rose and Kurt Cobain drugged wanders over the amplifiers. Or a similar impact of charisma and visual power (think of videos and performances from bands as diverse as The Cult , Guns'n'Roses or At the Drive-In ) and instead is a bad band dressed and utterly devoid of charisma, except the singer, playing a poor track within the repertoire poor the band. And one is left thinking that Savage was in the front row when emerged Clash, the Pogues , Jesus & Mary Chain , the Smiths, Primal Scream ... and you feel like a punching cagarlo by mirrors or seller of idiots.
is very striking as a mere ten years after its heyday, many of the stars of Britpop present in the film seem a has-been total. Damon Albarn talks like a jazzy recalling his days of glory back in the 50's, Jarvis Cocker looks like a last-old junkie who still wears strange to see if someone turns ... I mean, John Lydon in 86 or Mick Jagger at 75 did not seem so decadent and defeated, and still had to write ' Rise' and 'Waiting for a friend ', respectively. One is tempted to establish a direct relationship between the rate of rise and the depletion of vital energy. But not all end up as losers, and the film is saved from depression by the big winners of the same: the Gallagher brothers .
On one side is Noel, sitting in a large Victorian couch, pretending to be Ray Davies lumpen, talking up a storm and believing more what is smart. In one of his first speeches, Noel advantage to clarify that his best tune, the first and second verse of ' Live Forever' is actually the same as the chorus of 'Shine a Light ' of Rolling Stones, and to prove both humming. And I left thinking that one of the characteristics typical of Britpop really is the audacity with which they assume their theft of music, as if originality were totally irrelevant. Ie, the Clash stole five or six times the riff of "I Can not Explain 'by The Who , but always tried to contextualize it in a thematic and development melodic to excuse the loan. When Elastic Wire looted and Pretenders, Blur to Madness Oasis and half the world, do not give a turd to sail on the hide. Bands being more educated you would have thought of any connection to the plagiarism and some of the neovanguardias postmodern, but it feels that it is simply a lack of scruples (rescued but the only song of the era itself was accused of plagiarism The excellent ' Bittersweet Symphony' by The Verve -a song much larger than the group that wrote it, which as pointed had to share royalties and copyright with the Stones because of a measly sampled bars of the orchestral version of a topic that does not seem at all).
But back to Gallagher, if Noel is funny, lucid and reasonably honest, which is worth all the documentary is Liam. The Gallagher boy, possibly the most charismatic figure of Britpop, it is absolutely hilarious. Not for his wit and quick mind, but for the opposite: sit, fat and the worst haircut in the world, Liam is so amazingly stupid that you feel you're watching This is Spinal Tap II. Ozzy Osbourne Not or Sid Vicious in its most extreme moments of semi-narcotic brain death gave the impression of complete imbecility that this singer radiates easily mancusiano not even understand the basic questions asked. When Noel returned minutes later to appear in the documentary talking about her brother like Britain's answer to Beavis & Butthead definitely one understands, but does not mean that Liam interventions are the funniest of the film.
Listening to music and statements from Oasis in an aesthetic context of time and appropriate, as in the case of Live Forever, one is astonished at the simplicity, halfway between genius and idiocy, of proposal and the idea that revolves around the band: the simple stylistic fusion of the two most powerful gangs in the history of British pop and rock, the Beatles and the Sex Pistols, reducing the aspects (and chords) more angular and complexes of both sides and keeping the message of collective hope of the first and the arrogance of the latter media. It's brilliant, is what the guy who invented the Martin Fierro: a priori the mix cheese and quince paste does not seem the best idea, but someone had to do and it is logical that thousands and thousands of people of interest. The idea bore fruit with a song, sometimes distorted, sometimes acoustic, but only one song, Oasis is a band from one song, so limited that specifies the use of simplified covers of other artists ( Neil Young, Beatles themselves) to give hints of their live shows. That's not necessarily bad, many of my favorite bands like Jesus Lizard , High Rise or Mötorhead , are bands of a single song, but the Oasis song is as seductive as flat. Seduce to hear, as in the documentary, piecemeal, in his usual drive three minutes long and are rarely to be heard again supports the same day, but who cares, who listens to a song today sincerely, several times with devotion? Who has time?
The Gallagher have the excuse of his naive sincerity and some of his records would be very nice come from a lower band and with more enthusiasm than ideas, something like Social Distortion in the U.S., but the size reached after media hype takes away that extra that may deserve sympathy. People like to say that music is good or bad regardless of how much to sell, that's bullshit, because in the XXI century "how much selling" of a band is directly related to the ability of intrusion without permission from artist everywhere and the inevitability of its proposal. ' Wonderwall' may have been a nice Baladilla if you listened to a radio program eventually, forced to listen over and over again everywhere became a shit, because works of art medium, as is the case ' Wonderwall' or 'Live Forever ' - repeating bare their weaknesses and limitations, ie, the impoverished. On the other hand 'I Am the Walrus ', one of the Beatles songs that usually play Gallagher for dummies version , could itself stand as extreme exposure, not because it is legitimized by its authors but because it is a song rich, a song with tens of levels of meaning and sound. Perhaps
Oasis were not very aware of what they were doing and living, the bands that their example if they were generated. When The Strokes reproduced the same pattern of simplification and reduction, only crossing the Atlantic and changed the bands merged, there was no innocence, only evidence of easy success.
( is inevitable that at this time a little rant: Is it possible that Uruguay has made room for a sort of Britpop movement, yes, I know that britpop Uruguay is an oxymoron, but say there ", ie a clone of a clone of a clone, with all that that implies damage genetic, and has been welcomed as "a breath of fresh air? Is it possible that the mass media with larger capacity have been delivered to these bands as if they had discovered the wheel? Can this happen simultaneously at the time the emerging young bands like Santacruz , Undertakers, Invisible Diving , HPLE , Psiconautas or Imao , and are still active and at their best proposals as therapists, Jetsons , Ordinary or Goodfellas? In the time it appears, like a thunderbolt in the dark, the phenomenon of young street musicians, the amazing staging the prude, The Big Seven or Queso Magro ? Is it possible that this musical fauna Vos Va X pass for one month followed a bad film made live in one of Britpop bands, and even today has not even once mentioned the name of Danteinferno ? Viewing Live Forever , I see more in sadness than surprise as one of the bands brit-pop-uru tracing not only the nasal phrasing Liam Gallagher but his hair, his posture, his clothing and the exact position is placed the microphone stand ... mimicking effect. As the monkeys when clubbing a computer. And I feel like they are touching the eggs. Paladins media brit-pop-uru: have completed their experiment to generate hype (to mimic the way other phenomenon), and felt part of the fabric of English feeling for a while. Now shut up and give space to those who need and deserve. If they can not have good taste at least try to be fair, out of the way and take home their mirrors to cipayolandia elsewhere.)
When Live Forever ends, you have a series of mixed feelings, and desire to listen to Stone Roses to confirm that the country that gave Led Zeppelin and The Fall (which of course was active throughout the Britpop phenomenon, Epic and releasing albums that were never perfect cover NME) did not suffer some kind of mental illness and degenerative but curiously, the primary feeling is nostalgia. Not only to youth on the private history of each day that coincided with the rise of Britpop, but also to their own bands. Because, really, to compare Blur or Pulp the Kinks or Steve Harley is cruel, but in light of what followed: the teen pop explosion toyotizado and manufactured by studies live marketing, well, at least there were still rays of talent and grace. Still gave the impression that pop music was geared to people who had reached puberty. Who said that the theory of evolution did not crack?.
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