vineri, 28 martie 2008

Arta contemporana

Pana azi, ma amuza conceptia de arta a generatiei mcdonald’s, pe care cliseele promovate de Coelho (sau alti n indivizi ca el) ii fac sa mediteze la dramatismul vietii.

Azi, am dat de unu’ si mai si. Subsemnatu’ Guillermo Vargas HabaCUC (subliniez inca o data CUC), in disperarea lui de a iesi din anonimatul mondial de pana atunci probabil, s-a gandit sa “expuna” in galeria de “arta” un caine. Animalul a fost lasat sa moara, acest proces fiind considerat nu numai de individ “arta”, ci si de asociatia “Biennale Centroamericana di Arte’, care a hotarat ca un ‘eveniment’ similar sa fie repetat in 2008.

Ce inteleg eu din toate astea, e ca domnul CUC a vrut sa faca din suferinta/agonie arta..?! Ok, suferinta a fost si este in permanenta o sursa de inspiratie, da’ nu intr-o forma atat de bruta. Arta implica inspiratie si, inevitabil, munca. Deci, luam suferinta ca sentiment propriu-zis si transformam procesul in sine in ceva artistic prin stilizare, nu? Eu cel putin asa cred. Individul asta a cules cainele de pe strada, l-a protapit de un perete si...let it be. Pai, draga, asta pot sa fac si eu la urma urmei, da pe mine nu m-ar lua in seama nici o asociatie de laba trista, doar pentru ca nu ma auto-intitulez ‘artist’.

Asa ca, domnule CUC, cu parere de rau, sa faci arta nu e atat de simplu. Si nu vorbesc neaparat din perspectiva unui iubitor de animale, ci mai degraba a unui simplu om care observa ce idei jalnice de a defini arta au personulitatile de azi.

S-a conceput o petitie pentru a nu se repeta chestia asta si in 2008. Nu stiu cat efect va avea, dar eu am semnat-o si am sa pun aici linkul.

http://www.petitiononline.com/13031953/petition-sign.html

Aici sunt mai multe detalii si poze cu cainele “sacrificat de dragu’ artei”:

http://ionut.ecosapiens.ro/fii-schimbarea-pe-care-vrei-sa-o-vezi-in-lume

Concluzie: domnule CUC, esti o laba a societatii.

luni, 17 martie 2008

Tru

Azi am citit pe Metalhead un articol despre un minunat concert OCS (trupa de laba trista), sustinut in Iasi, in care, se pare ca solistul era sub anumite influente chimice si o parte din spectaculosul recital de 20-30 de minute l-a prestat pe jos, in pozitia de ‘culcati’, usor atipit, lasand chitaristii sa-i cante piesele. Bravo!

Nu ma intereseaza evenimentul si modul jalnic in care a avut loc. Vreau doar sa trantesc un semn de exclamare peste toti ciumpalacii care afirma sus si tare despre trupele vechi (gen Iris, Cargo, Phoenix) ca sunt “niste obositi”: na, fratilor, asta va e marea trupa in floarea varstei, cu cojones si toate alea. Voi sunteti aia tru!

Labe triste.

luni, 3 martie 2008

Why did the chicken cross the road?! (metal)

Rhapsody: To slay the mighty, great and glorious
dragon which honourably bears the unholy symbol of the
five flaming crossed swords!

Hammerfall: To come to the home of the brave!

Iron Maiden: It was afraid of the dark.

W.A.S.P.: To fuck something.

Manowar: TO FIGHT SIDE BY SIDE WITH THOR'S MIGHTY
MINIONS!!! To rock, drink and ****... AND BE
METALLLLLLLLLLL! If the chicken is not into metal, it
is NOT MY FRIEND!

Annihilator: Chicken isn't it frightening, chicken
aren't you scared...?

Yngwie Malmsteen: TO UNLEASH THE ****IN' FJURRRY!!!!

Ozzy: Chicken gather in their masses... just like
witches at black masses...

Metallica: To sue other chicken for crossing his road!

Amon Amarth: TO RIDE FOR VENGEANCE, FIGHT FOR HONOUR,
GLORY, DIE IN FIRE!

Stratovarius: To hunt high & low!

Sonata Arctica: Chicken, my darling, i'm writing to
you, tell me that you still love me, whore...

Helloween: To be friends with the other chicken!
WEEEEE! Chicken don't come easy!

Running Wild: ARRRRR!!!!!!!!

Saxon: WAS IT WEARIN DENIM, WEARIN LEATHER?

Dream Theater: To look another way and not find it
there

Immortal: To enter the necrotic frostbitten gates of
blashyrkh... mighty grim ravendark...

Bal-Sagoth: To enter the cosmic power in its vast void
of empty nothingness and swoosh within the astral
forces of the northern something.. BLODU OK JARNA!

Bruce Dickinson: He didnt want to be in a band with an
Italian drummer. TO THROW ITSELF INTO THE SEA!

Mayhem: To worship satan!

Arch Enemy: It needs your flesh...

Gamma Ray: YOU-EVIL-FARMERS! YOU'LL NEVER TAKE
CONTROL! YOU CAN TAKE ITS LAID EGGS, BUT YOU CAN'T
BREAK ITS SOUL! ONE DAY IT SHALL BE FREE!

Joe Satriani: "tiruli triruliliruliiiiiiiiiiiiii
ChchchchchchtrilululilialuariaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
eeeeeeeeeeauauauauaua *solo*"

Dimmu Borgir: Chicken is war, chicken is pain, chicken
is all you've ever slain, he is tears in your eyes,
he's the bringer of the blight...

Grave Digger: Chickenheart! almighty king, freedom
it'll bring! *bagpipes*krijeeesht*

Blind Guardian: ACROSS THE STREET IT WILL BELIEVE
(back vokal: ACROSS THE STREET IT WILL BE FREE!)

Venom: Chicken is in league with Satan!

King Diamond: Oh poor little chicken, it doesn't know
what it got itself into...
HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHehehehehehehahahaha!!!

Iced Earth: Saviour to his own, chicken to some,
chickenkind falls, something wicked comes!

Sonata Artica: brrrp. hello? Wellwell, how are you?
OMG, it can't be the chicken! Oui, oui, mon amour,
c'est la poule.

Gamma Ray: Because heaven can wait.

Stratovarius: To get away from Timo Kotipelto!

Angra: To carry on!

Edguy: To fly to the skies of no return.

Hammerfall: It crossed the road on a metal motorbike.