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two-thousand-nice

December 21st, 2009 · No Comments · concert

concerts


loud and beautifully heavy Mogwai


not louder but beautifully heavier A Storm of Light, with Catacombe opening for them, great opening concert


nice people Kymia Dawson & Angelo Spencer and Karl Blau, in a really nice hard to find small theater


warm thin guitars of Deerhunter


awesome surf-rockers-arabic-players-mafia-members Secret Chiefs 3 on my birthday


ZDB birthday concert - Pocahaunted with Konono nº1 and Guine All Stars - great fun! probabbly one of the best of the year… in the garden and gallery, with beer and friends and even teacher’s kids hanging around!

of course… we opening for Heirs and Kayo Dot!!! they gave awesome concerts and were great people.


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Of course the other best concert was Grouper, Tiny Vipers, Inca Ore [I love this photo of her... and she was really like this in person, with the greatest smile] and Norberto Lobo…
my god. my two favorite musician girls, and Tiny Vipers that I had never heard and was so so so good, and Norberto Lobo that was a guitar god.
Grouper was beautiful, soft with silent water projecting onto her.


last but not least, not to forget awesomelly crazy [believe me, she is] Scout Niblett, who I saw live last week. I am in love with her songs, her lyrics and her.
and as I told Patricia she has the 666 in her, pure loveable beautiful evil.
Just go listen -> www.myspace.com/scoutniblett [love all the songs, but especially hide&seek or the bell]

Now I’m going back to watching ‘Misfits’, a UK series somehow like ‘Heroes’, except the people with superpowers are doing community service and are awful people and swear, which makes it much more fun. [and it has a great soundtrack, with british electropop and some good indie music]

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there is a light

November 3rd, 2009 · No Comments · photos

first experiments with pinhole//
that means:
camera = cookie box emptied and pinned through to let the light in.
also means:
one whole afternoon = 4 pictures.
but i don’t mind at all, because it’s fun.

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taste of barcelona

November 3rd, 2009 · No Comments · photos

barcelona

barcelona

barcelona

barcelona

barcelona

~barcelona

barcelona

barcelona

barcelona

barcelona

September 09

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soon

November 3rd, 2009 · No Comments · concert, video


Grouper

and


Inca Ore

so soon in Lisbon
makes me so happy.
12th November, ZDB.

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doc lisboa #1 - Momir Matovic

October 18th, 2009 · No Comments · cinema

I went to see my first session at Doc Lisboa today, shorts from the Balkans. The first three were absolutely brilliant.

They were “Metres of Life”, “Delivery of a Nation” and “I Know How” by Momir Matovic.
Three short films from the 90’s beautifully filmed. The images (in film) were so soft, textured, stunning, pulsating with life. The sound was wonderful too - of water and stone and the cold and the skies.
The colours were greys, grey-blues, greens, so beautiful. The documentaries are shot in Montenegro, the director’s hometown, before the war.

Metres of Life” is about a deaf and mute old man that walks miles daily to see a movie at the cinema. In the documentary we see his daily routine, walking towards the cinema, and watching a western and shooting good vs evil. Matovic later told about what happened to this man; he had been moved to an asylum and begged to return to his all-time home. With some help he got to move back in, and continued to go and watch movies daily on his reserved seat. He lived on his house until his death, a quite poetic ending heading towards the cinema.

Delivery of a Nation is about a giant red star made of metal - symbol for the Communist regime - that is removed from the tree it used to hang from after the regime is down. The metal star must be removed and it is transported in a van. The scene has its degree of bizarre - a 4×4 van moves about town with a giant dismantled symbol of communism. People stare as it goes by. It is finally placed in a graveyard, where there’s some free space, until further notice.
But a group of citizens comes to claim the star, and so the symbol gets to be on the spotlight again, subject to the love and hate of the people. It ends with the communist nostalgics hanging the star back in its original place and greeting it with gunshots and a speech.

The images speak for themselves. Only in the end - the speech - spoken word is used. In the first movie there is no spoken word at all. Momir Matovic speaks naturally thourgh the language of cinema - and his images are imponent, intentional and at once meaningful and fun. (They will make you smile but the shadow of a war to come is ever underlying in metaphors).

The last movie is very different from these two. “I Know How” is about Boro Miranovic, a politician that is a sort of Montenegrian Schwarzenegger - body builder and movie star, Rambo-alike with political ideas. And, as the synopsis says, he even looks better than his ocidental counterpart. The short starts with a political debate on television with so-called “serious” politicians (who later were in power) - but their image is manipulated into a pupett-ish effect. That part unfortunately isn’t on the youtube clip i found. (It’s important to best understand the rest of the film, which is not only parody, it’s also to deal with the reality of the politics. His films behind their some easy-watching are very political and intense).
But back to the movie. It then showcases Boro Miranovic all dressed up (as you’ll see…) heroicly coming out of a cave or swiming in 2ºC water and presenting his ideas for the country. Which incluede a Trojan horse thematic park and a rambo-like army.
Here!:

Despite the fun this movie is, Momir Matovic’s films were forbidden in Montenegro at the time, as they question symbols and go deep into politics. After the screening Matovic, who was there (and was a really interesting and charming person) talked a bit about the stories behind the people in the movies, true stories - as of the old man which I told earlier.
He was available to talk (through an interpreter) about cinema and Montenegro. It was being a really interesting talk. However since the movies were running late Culturgest basically expelled us from that room, movie-goers and director, and that sucked. Directors are invited and come from afar and then they leave no time for questions and answers, it’s not fair.
Still, what a great way to open (my) Doc Lisboa.

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this was Kayo Dot… 25/09/2009

September 28th, 2009 · No Comments · concert, photos

My band had the honor of opening for Kayo Dot last Friday, in Coimbra [CITAC].
Theirs was a trully beautiful and memorable concert, going from delicate quietness to masterful pure heavyness.
They were really nice people too, and it was great to have them.
I got their ‘Blue Lambency Downward’ on green vynil (really beautiful) which they happily signed.
There was a black room full of people and sound, and we all marvelled. This is some of what happened:
(unfortunatelly from where I was I couldn’t get a photo of their amazing drummer)

Next when I have some room in my hard disk I’ll upload some videos and also videos from HEIRS‘ concert, yet another overwhelming experience, and another band we had the wonderful chance to open for.
These have been great days, concert promoters have been trully friends and treated us like heaven, we have opened for some amazing bands who have been also great guys; we’ve travelled and had lots of fun, even listened to a bit of Saint Vitus laying on a sunny lawn, drinking beer cans, it has been really really good.

On November 9th we’ll play in Coimbra with Löbo and Aspen, see you there.

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September 22nd, 2009 · No Comments · photos

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breach

September 18th, 2009 · 1 Comment · Uncategorized

‘Mountains made of steam’ by A Silver Mt. Zion is probably one of the best songs ever written.
Grouper is playing at ZDB on the 12th of November (oh so, so good)…

We all carry an essential breach.
Between what we are and what we have become in order to live proper and cope.
We become so specialized in something that we can no longer talk to other people, unless they are specialized in the same thing. The more we learn something the more we are worlds apart from everyone else. And that is true for each and every person.
So we have to cope, and we do small talk.
That is the part we have become - we have become interested in this and that thing, and it could have been anything else.
The part that we are lies at all times waiting to break us. It is too a world apart from everyone, and it’s what we wanted to be and what makes us unique. And when it breaks you you’re still feeling alone.

I remember being a kid and having a certain perception of my family. My cousins and my grandparents and my aunts and uncles. Everything made much sense, with strains sometimes, of course, but everything was consistent and one. Since my grandparents started dying and me and my cousins grew older things have started to show new colurs. It seems like grandparents keep the key to holding people together, or a certain notion of life that is gone when they die. I can’t find any affinity with my cousins anymore, we, too, are so much far away from each other. We were just kids playing a couple of years ago, simple as that, and now I can’t even start to explain what it is about me (and likewise).
I think things start going wrong when we try to build a life on the standarts of what we have been told and have imagined, and people are just not like that.

I’m shit with this kind of talk; never could write stories, and talking about my life always ends in corny writing. What I’m good at writing is about the world-present time, or about some subject of matter, but I am and will always be shit at writing about feelings and stories and the insides of people and myself.
I’m not good either at showing what I am, mostly I am just an image of an image of what I have become.

This isn’t tragic, it’s just the way things are and sometimes that breach does break us.
I wanted to be a writer but I can’t tell a story;
I love art but I can’t be an artist, all I am able to do is write about art;
and I wanted to be true but the truth of us only happens when we are sad.

I have so long been an achiever but it hasn’t brought a spark; it takes a lot (and it’s good) but the really important things do always dodge.
Sometimes I think I want to travel the world and others I just want to be inside my bed.
When I’m feeling like this I mostly just watch movies and get this out of my head.
I know that everyone feels the same about their lives sometimes, and we are to live with this, and that’s it. When we are happy it just naturally stops being important.

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layer 04: religion

September 17th, 2009 · 2 Comments · art

I don’t believe in gods, I believe mostly that things are random, combinations of aleatory happenings with some human twist of enlightment or evil every once in a while. However I am surprised by attitudes or thoughts from myself that clearly imply the belief in a god or the sumbission to ‘his’ [read: religion] system of values; or sometimes the belief in faith - ‘just knowing’ that something bad is about to happen (as in fear of flying).
I am unnerved by this as I rationally don’t believe in such things, and I also don’t feel the need or want to. So I really want to find a way to set the mind free from the underminings of growing within values that travel fast (even with atheist parents).

But yes, this is not a question of god or no-god, it’s an understandable question of socialization - objective.
In the respects of god I have never felt his/hers (as you like it better) presence, any sign or anything. I have never had a conventional religious experience.
I have many times felt overwhelmed by life, and maybe that’s in the core the same thing, except my overwhelming comes from pain or joy of existence, something quite unexplicable.

My religious experience comes from living and from relating to people, from cities and mountains and hills and grass and all, and sometimes from human achievings like music and art.
And that’s what made me think about this, two pieces I saw in Barcelona that really gave me the chills… I can say they made me have a religious experience.

One was by Antoni Tàpies…

and the other by Joan Miró


“The Hope of a Man Condemned to Death” (unfortunately here in black & white, will submit in colours later)

About Tàpies… seeing his pieces live is something very different from viewing its photos.
His pieces have textures and materials like felt or rough cloth (don’t know how to say these things in english, sorry) his colours are silent and gutsy and primitive, and it’s some experience… his works can talk about that overwhelming human experience quite well, about pain of living (not of disaster, but the very sadness we feel in those random acts of evil, not unnatural at all) war, humanity really.
I have never read about Tàpies [but I will] but his work just speaks to me and I thought it is somehow weird how it does so. I though - it must be like people do believe in god - a sort of a one-to-one experience, with no need for words.
Why is it that his work and his materials (like sometimes those of Joseph Beuys) speak unequivocally to me?

About Miró, I had never cared much for his work, which I didn’t know well, and a visit to the Joan Miró foundation changed that. His work is much deeper than the images we see in books and on the internet - which really aren’t his work anymore, they are now images of images, icons - a new image which derived from the original one but that is now something else.
His paintings and their poetic titles are an escape to an institutional Modernism, and speak once again to the core of our humanity.
Two of the most brilliant pieces were two sets of three paintings disposed as you can see in the photo above, on the walls of a room. (When I visited the room couldn’t be entered, so it was all alone). One of the sets were paintings for a prision cell; the other were “The Hope of a Man Condemned to Death”, one in yellow, one in red and one in blue. The room was imponent, dignifying and beautiful.

I find these works odes to man in its bad and good, and in its oneness to itself. I trully believe we are to be saved by art and music and books, by achieving greater and beautiful things… Kurt Vonnegut thought so too, I think, in ‘Breakfast of Champions’ after all. Bought another book of his in Barcelona, too, ‘Slaughterhouse Five’.

And so it goes…

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this summer

September 17th, 2009 · No Comments · photos

This summer I went to Spain twice (photos of Barcelona to come soon), this is Baiona in Galiza:

I read dirty books and inspiring books (yes how I wanna go down that road, wandering);

I watched movies with german girls with red hair;

I played at Ermal band contest, and bathed on the river;

I was also near a very big turning eolic thing, its shadow ever moving, gigantic…

And the times are a-changing…

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