i´ll be your mirror

SEE.THROUGH

2012-02-01T20:02:00.005-06:00

Painting by Dennis Wojtkiewicz

“In a state of grace, one sometimes perceives the deep beauty, hitherto unattainable, of another person. And everything acquires a kind of halo which is not imaginary: it comes from the splendor of the almost mathematical light emanating from people and things. One starts to feel that everything in existence—whether people or things—breathes and exhales the subtle light of energy. The world’s truth is impalpable.”—Clarice Lispector

via. but does it float

Cuando Intuiciones Se Encuentran (O NO) / VENDER vs. SER

2012-01-31T14:06:00.001-06:00

Si tuviéramos que escoger entre autonomía o que nos digan qué queremos, qué hacer y cómo hacerlo, qué escogeríamos?

¿No brainer verdad?... Se sorprenderían.

Firmemente soy partidaria de creer en el espíritu del ser humano para tomar decisiones de la mejor manera que ve, sabe y puede. En una búsqueda personal por humildad e igualdad (que antes no tenía) comprendí a base de putazos que cada quien (o por lo menos gente con buenas o intentos de buenas intenciones) actúa en base a la máxima capacidad de su consciencia y voluntad. A mayor consciencia mayor capacidad de tener una voluntad libre-congruente en pensamiento, sentimiento y acto; una que piensa, siente y actúa en sincronía. Pongo mi confianza en la capacidad intuitiva y cognitiva de la gente, en una esperanza sin tiempos que ve el valor intrínseco del humano, se equivoque o no, arriba del juicio que simplifica y descarta. Aunque el humano suela decepcionar (a si mismo antes que a nadie mas), hay sustancias visibles e invisibles infinitamente más sólidas donde existe una inteligencia viva que nos entrelaza con todo otro por ende nos hace iguales. Yo lo veo como Dios, tú lo puedes ver como quieras.

Menciono esto por que ayer me topé con dos cosas que me hicieron evaluarlo. Una frase de un libro que estoy leyendo llamado Air Guitar, ensayos sobre arte y democracia, y un comentario hecho por mi tío , aconsejando a su hijo de 18 años sobre relaciones, por que acababa de tener su primera y más dolorosa desilusión amorosa.

“Anybody who can´t sell a handful of air with a dream in it doesn´t deserve to call himself an American (Insert Nationality Here), much less an art dealer.”
Dave Hickey, Air Guitar

Esta frase de Dave me hizo preguntarme cuál es la manera más directa y transparente de interactuar con otro ser humano: Vendiéndote (selling a handful of air with a dream) o confiando en la capacidad de comprensión invisible tuya y de la otra persona o sea, el encuentro de dos intuiciones que se reconocen y se filtran hacia la cognición? Ya que soy muy mala vendedora, opto por pensar que quitando todo juicio falso y superficial que solemos hacer acerca de otra persona basado en lo que vende, hay un lenguaje que va más allá de la superficie. Respondiendo a través del lenguaje intuitivo y confiando en el, ayuda a comprender que ni somos lo que pensamos que somos, ni lo que decimos que somos, ni lo que pensamos que estamos vendiendo. O consideran que su supuesta identidad (la que tiene cuatro hermanos, papás divorciados, lee a Hermann Hesse, estudió Moda, disfruta películas de Gondry, prefiere la cerveza ámbar y ve atardeceres -reitero soy mala vendedora-) resume lo que realmente son? Da una idea vaga, pero diluye la materia.

En dónde estamos poniendo nuestra certeza para evaluar:

En qué tan efectivamente alguien te vende aire (una idea)…
o
En qué tan efectivamente tu consciencia está equipada para captar la esencia de la idea?

Suena muy bonita la teoría y faltan pasos, ahí van, el problema que observo reside en que la gente no sabe qué quiere y mucho menos quién es, en efecto se produce una necesidad exterior de información que desvía y entretiene, quieres que alguien te diga qué hacer ya que tu identidad está revuelta y diluida, entonces la solución más corta es la predilecta. Decido en base a pequeños puntos de encuentro frívolos. Esta es la sociedad actual. Una crisis individual que ha goteado y permeado prácticamente toda práctica e institución colectiva por demasiados años. ¿Dónde quedó la autenticidad y el estomago para digerirla? Hoy interacciones humanas están basadas en qué tan bien vendes el producto, que falso sería el intercambio si un lado no viene preparado con buena retórica, con una mente que cuestiona y que formula preguntas que analizan aquello que te están vendiendo. Todo estaría (está) chueco, con puntos extras para el oportunista. La realidad es que no nos han enseñado a hacernos las preguntas indicadas, sí pero no. La carencia de herramientas nos ha hecho cojos.

Al punto de mi tío, pasando por cierta crisis en su matrimonio le dio a mi primo ésta perla de consejo…

“Nunca te puedes ir de nalgas por una mujer, no puedes dejarla saber que te tiene seguro, ni en el amor ni en el dinero.”

PUFFFFF FUCK ME si ese futuro es lo que le espera a alguien tanto en un matrimonio o en una relación. ¡Qué hipocresía! Ahí el claro ejemplo del emotional baggage que nos dejan como herencia nuestros padres en amor hacia nosotros (sin sarcasmo) y quién los puede culpar, ellos tratando de darnos el mejor consejo para evitarnos su sufrimiento… Aquí es donde regreso a mi idea inicial de tener empatía con las consciencias y acciones de la gente, they fucking don´t know any better. Más sí hay consecuencias, la realidad es que se construye exactamente lo opuesto de ahorrarnos dolor, nos hacen espejo de el.

Cómo relacioné la frase de Dave con la de mi tío, la intuición y el ser?

Que nuestro bagaje emocional funciona como la base de nuestro carácter, ahí la crisis de identidad, ahí la falta de intuición. Cuando sólo te estás viendo como reflejo de alguien o algo más, cómo puedes verte en materia tangible de algo verdadero? Andamos como espectros de otras personas, de otra vida. Con toda honestidad y algo de tristeza no sé qué tan listos estemos para la sinceridad y una sinceridad ilimitada y sin miedo, lo digo ya que nuestros complejos están mega saturados con todo ese bagaje que llevamos cargando desde ese día que tú papá te dijo que le hicieras al juego para no salir como imbécil. Hoy veo cómo es que se plantan ideas falsas y cómo hacen raíz en nuestro inconciente y nosotros sin ninguna base firme en nada, la creemos y nos formamos alrededor de ello. Me es impactante nuestra poca capacidad para discernir, para no escoger, para comprar lo que claramente no le ha dado resultado a nadie ya entrados en el momento en que nos dimos cuenta. Si alguien alguna vez consideró culpar a Dios, el único responsable es el humano que se conforma con lo inmediato, con lo que cree que sabe, con lo que le dijeron.

Entonces vuelvo a preguntar, ¿qué queremos? Que nos vendan aire o que aprendamos a intuir y a formular pensamientos en base a un cuestionamiento profundo, real, entrelazado…

Por mi lado seguiré pensando que la intuición es la base de construcción para cualquier relación, e intentaré confirmar que más allá de cómo te vendes, un intercambio verdadero se da en planos más avanzados que el físico. Mi decisión, voluntad y destino se moldean a partir de qué tan despejada está mi intuición y la tuya. Concluiría que es un 80% encuentro de intuiciones y cogniciones que ayudan a evaluar algo por lo que realmente es, 20% lenguaje.

Más en un mundo ideal me encantaría no tenerte que vender la idea de mi.

T E X A S

2012-01-26T02:35:00.005-06:00

The branch upon which the blossom hangs may be long or short, rough or smooth, strong or weak according to our expectations, but the redness of the blossom is irrevocable, and the word "red" tells us next to nothing about it. There are thousands of colors in the world and only a few hundred words to describe them, and these include similitudes like teal and peach and turquoise. So, the names we put on colors are hardly more than proper names, like Smith or Rodriguez, denoting vast, swarming, diverse families of living experience. Thus, when color signifies anything, it always signifies, as well, a respite from language and history- a position from which we may contemplate absence and death IN THE PARADISE OF THE MOMENT..

Air Guitar
Dave Hickey

Flying into the city that watched me grow up, I´ve passed through you briefly since my return to Mexico, never in such lucidity as today. I don´t think words suffice to describe internal expansion, they never do. Color might do it justice if you could only see with my eyes.

You still smell and sound and taste exactly the way you did twenty-three years ago. Like cold air on sunny days, turkey sandwiches and messy sundaes, alternative 90s music and oldies but goodies. I love you for so many intrinsic reasons a lifetime could nearly describe. You are my happiest childhood and ignorant bliss. A home built by love on Cielo Vista Rd overlooking the city that beheld it and also watched it fall apart.

Your territory majestically unfolded to create foundations, you are a great deal of the map.

M É X I C O

2012-01-06T19:33:00.007-06:00

Los siguientes posts dedicados al top 5 de los países que visitan I´LL BE YOUR MIRROR el mes pasado.

Si alguien quisiera incluir alguna imagen de su país para postearla mándenla en mi profile está mi mail.

B I E N V E N I D O S & Gracias por pasar. Me parece impresionante el alcance de éste medio y que pueda compartir y extender los bordes de mi realidad.

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The next posts dedicated to the top 5 countries that visited I´LL BE YOUR MIRROR last month.

If someone wants to include an image of their country, send it in, click my profile and you´ll find my email.

W E L C O M E & a warm thanks for visiting. I´ve never ceased being impressed by the scope of this medium (internet) and to be able to share and expand the bounds of my own reality.

Paseo de la Reforma 1870

Mi bisabuelo, escultor Jesús F. Contreras a lado de su magnum opus Malgré Tout "A pesar de Todo", completada después que le amputaron el brazo.

My great grandfather, sculpter Jesús F. Contreras next to his magnum opus Malgré Tout, Despite Everything, completed after the amputation of his arm.

Palacio de Bellas Artes

Chichén itzá

Hello U.S.

2012-01-06T19:11:00.007-06:00

안녕하세요 한국

2012-01-06T18:47:00.004-06:00

Amazing aerial images of Korea.

привет Россия

2012-01-06T18:38:00.007-06:00

Guten Tag Deutschland

2012-01-06T18:32:00.006-06:00

German postcards via here.

Hold On

2012-01-05T15:32:00.004-06:00

As the 2011 sun dove into the pacific for the last time, this song played on. And so it goes.

Holy Blindness, Holy Sight.

WE´RE HERE

2012-01-04T14:28:00.004-06:00

Four days into 12 and this is my wish for whomever stumbles upon the subjective journal of my world.

Light in all its manifestations is the wish, and hopefully each star on this image, text, and eventually when translated into the real night sky and you´re looking up at it, may be a reminder of that.

Yes, I know, I´ve disembogued into some variant of peace & love, yet trying to edit out the parts that sometimes make me wanna hurl...

On that note, there´s nothing left to say.

The real life of the heart is always unfolding in silence; and men of large natures carry in the center of their hearts a secret garden or a silent wilderness.

Beecher

The Closet Voyeur

2011-12-22T11:09:00.007-06:00

The Closet Voyeur along with The Story Bureau visited home for your eye delight and mine.
Below some photos, view whole post here.

Michell Halley from The Story Bureau on Vimeo.

Stay In Love vs. Darkside

2011-12-16T16:58:00.001-06:00

You decide.

Acrónico

2011-12-12T00:11:00.001-06:00

Este animal está conformado por tiempo. Carente de cualidades espaciales, no puede ser percibido por sensibilidad alguna. Sin embargo, hay quienes afirman haberlo notado entre los límites de la conciencia; otros, haberlo escuchado en la progresiva absorción de los sonidos. Se le ha descrito como el desconocido reflejo de un espejo frente a la absoluta ausencia de materia, también como aquel lugar al que miramos fijamente cuando no se mira a ningún lado. No se sabe si es un parásito del hombre o al revés. Dicen que sistemas numéricos y formas geométricas son algunos de los resultados inmediatos de la búsqueda de su historia. Se desliza silencioso entre el orden y el caos, o entre los innumerables conceptos que tenemos de ellos. Al parecer, los grandes moldes de toda actividad humana lo configuran; por ello, permitiría una repetición minuciosa de la historia si cada uno de los actos humanos se borrase.

whitesoul

Achronia, A Shoreless Ocean

2011-12-11T23:53:00.003-06:00

Time was not "lost", "lacking", or "subtracted". Instead, the impression was of being beyond (any conceivable personal notion or conventional constructs of) time. No time existed. Neither this word nor this writer existed.

Now you may be able to glimpse the scope of kensho´s dissolution of time. For at each end, all prior limitations have lapsed. Only vacancies remain. At left, no archer, actual or implied. No notch at that back end during infancy. No feathered interval since then. Off to the right, no arrowhead points at some imaginary future. No willful complusion must fire any arrows off toward some actionable, longed-for destination.

Instantly, the former subjective sense of "time" has opened out, at both ends, into a zero state beyond timelessness. Off to the left? Nothing retrospective. Off to the right? Nothing prospective.

What happens within that (former) narrow "window of now?" It still registers, and encodes, the ongoing sequence of unique events. Part IX stands as a testimony that certain basic immediate memory functions still continue to encode and record, even in the absence of self, at least in some parts and connections of the hippocampus. but off in either direction a yawning gap opens out where the edges of that old time frame briefly vanished into perpetuity.

What impression remains when all these other dimensions of subjective time dissolve? Various languages substitute mere abstractions for these two openings out into a vacancy. Words such as beginingless past and endless future are not quite accurate. At least, not if you read "-less" to mean that the experiant was really noticing the fact that "time" had actually been subtracted at that very moment. No, that fact is not appreciated until later.

In English, the flavor of the experience points (imperfectly) above and beyond all words and time constraints, toward

E T E R N I T Y.

Zen-Brain Reflections
James H. Austin

Aware of My Own Ignorance

2011-12-05T10:24:00.001-06:00

A basic option sustained on a notion of Equality. In politics, when people (myself included), are ill-informed and their idea of government revolves around misinformation or ignorance, the brain is left in some sort of obscurity towards the reality in which one lives (!!!), thus producing immobility or poorly aware choices.

In the current "light" of Mexico, maybe simplicity, and access to concise information may propose a clearer way. Leveling each member of this so called Society to what he or she is, a human, no one hightened, nor idealized, not even the politician.
Why on some basis of the collective unconscious is the politician supposed to made out of this incorruptible, to some extent unquestioned fiber, when we, in affirmation and in action do not believe it? Shouldn´t we be the first to plant incorruption to harvest that same thing?

I´ve never believed a man can be fully judged or ridiculed by a single mistake, no matter how huge, medium or small it may be. What I do believe is that the current situation with Peña Nieto has produced an invitation to consciousness, how much do I really know, or want to know about this man? Below some words that sparked awareness, not only directed at EPN, but at other elected officials who´ve headed this and every other country in the world (but mainly this one).

How do we, the majority, become smarter? Smarter for our own welfare.

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Imbeciles rise to power either by hereditary right or, if the system of choice is elective, because they possess certain demagogic talents, or very often, because it suits certain powerful interests within the community to have an imbecile in office. Most modern societies have abolished the hereditary principle in politics; idiots can no longer rule a country by right of blood. In the world of finance and industry, however, the hereditary principle is still admitted; morons and drunkards may be company directors by divine right. In the world of politics, the chances of getting imbecile leaders under an elective system could be considerably reduced by applying to politicians a few of those tests for intellectual, physical and moral fitness which we apply to the candidates for almost every other kind of job. Imagine the outcry if hotel keepers were to engage servants without demanding a "character" from their previous employers; if sea captains were chosen from homes for inebriates; or if railway companies entrusted their trains to locomotive engineers with arteriosclerosis and prostate trouble; or if civil servants were appointed and doctors allowed to practice without passing an examination! And yet, where the destinies of whole nations are at stake, we do not hesitate to entrust the direction of affairs to men of notoriously bad character; to men sodden with alcohol; to men so old and infirm that they can´t do their work or even understand what it is about; to men without ability or even education. In practically every other sphere of activity we have accepted the principle that nobody may be admitted to hold responsible positions unless he can pass an examination, show a clean bill of health and produce satifactory testimonials as to his moral character; and even then if office is given, in most cases, only on the condition that its holder shall relinquish it as soon as he reaches the threshold of age. By applying thes rudimentary precautions to politicians, we should be able to filter out of our public life a great deal of that self-satisfied stupidity, that authoritative senile incompetence, that downright dishonesty, which at present contaminate it.

On "Inequality"
Ends & Means by Aldous Huxley

Por si crees en Dios

2011-12-01T01:11:00.001-06:00

Sólo a través de mi intuición veía posible una teoría que tocara los puntos a continuación. Llegué a toparme con la idea mediante un libro que habla de las intersecciones entre el Budismo y el Cristianismo... Aunque el término Apocatástasis sea absolutamente nuevo para mi, y lo de abajo un mero extracto de Wikipedia, me parece que define el amor infinito de Dios hacia su Creación y la esperanza de restablecer la armonía inherente, vivamos o no para verlo.

En mi noción de justicia, la profundidad de nuestras decisiones, la libertad que conlleva el libre albedrío, la causa, el efecto, me parece un trato justo. Delineando mi propio panteísmo/panenteísmo, hasta la propia personificación del mal i.e. "Lucifer" o como quieres llamarlo merece reivindicación.

Si es que la quiere, claro.

Apocatástasis

Es propio de la bondad de Dios -dice Orígenes- el que se manifieste por la creación y de su inmutabilidad el que cree desde la eternidad. El mundo de los espíritus, entre los que hay que incluir las almas de los hombres, es la primera manifestación o comunicación del Padre llevada a cabo a través del Logos. Todo humano fue creado ab aeterno y todos igualmente perfectos; y como la bondad no les pertenece por naturaleza, tendrán que decidirse a ella mediante el recto uso de su libertad. El abuso de la misma tuvo como resultado la creación del mundo sensible; en él se encuentran como en lugar de purificación mientras están como presos en cuerpos materiales. Esto no obstante, llegará el día en que todos los espíritus vengan de nuevo a Dios y aunque tengan que sufrir un fuego purificador, finalmente todos serán salvos y glorificados.

En lo expuesto hasta el momento en Orígenes ha sentado dos principios;

- Que Dios, como consecuencia de su bondad suma, ha tenido que ser el creador de unos seres espirituales y de un mundo sensible;

- Que dichos seres, con la prerrogativa de la libertad, son la única causa de la existencia del mal en el mundo.

En efecto, si Dios ha sido el principio, solamente Él puede ser el fin, "pues siempre fue semejante el fin a los comienzos", y se podrá decir que el mundo habrá alcanzado su finalidad en el momento en que la connatural resistencia entre la muerte y el demonio de una parte y Dios de otra haya desaparecido totalmente. Todos los espíritus, creados libres por Dios, conservarán eternamente su libertad y podrán simplemente elegir entre el bien y el mal: los demonios convertirse en ángeles, y viceversa, mientras que los hombres se convertirán en ángeles o demonios a no ser que hayan merecido seguir siendo hombres. No obstante, dicha evolución conocerá su término dado que la redención operada por Cristo tuvo por finalidad la restauración de todas las cosas; sin duda alguna, esta redención hace sentir paulatinamente su eficacia hasta el punto en que NADIE SERÁ SALVADO CONTRA SU VOLUNTAD. El mal no puede prevalecer con el dominio del mundo; si Dios lo permitió fue con vistas al bien; por tanto, las mismas penas de los demonios y condenados en el infierno no tienen otra finalidad que servir de enseñanza y de medicina. Así, pues -continúa Orígenes-, llegará un día en que todos los seres inteligentes, incluidos Satanás y ángeles rebeldes, entrarán de nuevo en amistad de Dios y Él "será todo en todos". Entonces todo lo no espiritual volverá a la nada y la unidad originaria de Dios y de toda criatura espiritual será restaurada.

Por si no

2011-12-01T00:25:00.005-06:00

The apparent pointlessness of modern life in time of peace and its lack of significance and purpose are due to the fact that, in the western world at least, the prevailing cosmology is what Mr. Gerald Heard has called the "Mechanomorphic" cosmology of modern science. This universe is regarded as a great machine pointlessly grinding its way towards the ultimate stagnation and death; men are tiny offshoots of the universal machine, running down to their private death; physical life is the only real life; mind is a mere product of the body; personal success and material well-being are the ultimate measures of value, the things for which a reasonable person should live. Introduced suddenly to this mechanomorphic cosmology, many of the Polynesian races have refused to go on multiplying their species and are in process of dying a kind of psychological consumption. Europeans are of tougher fibre than the South Sea Islanders and become gradually acclimatized to the new cosmology. But even they have felt the effects of mechanomorphism.

They move through life hallow with pointlessness, trying to fill a void within them by external stimuli- newspaper reading, day-dreaming at films, radio music and chatter, the playing and above all watching of games, "good times" of every sort. Meanwhile a doctrine that offers to restore point and purpose to life is eagerly welcomed. Hence the enormous success of the nationalistic and communistic idolatries which deny any meaning to the universe as a whole, but insist on the importance and significance of certain arbitrarily selected parts of the whole- the deified nation, the divine class.

War brought only a passing relief to the victims of mechanomorphic philosophy. Disillusion, fatigue, and cynicism succeeded the initial enthusiasm and when it was over, the sense and pointlessness became a yawning abyss that demanded to be filled with ever more intenser distractions, even better "good times". But good times are not a meaning or a purpose; the void could never be filled by them. Consequently when the nationalists and communists appeared with their simple idolatries and their proclamation that, though life might mean nothing as a whole, it did posses a temporary and partial significance, there was a powerful reaction away from the cynicism of the post-war years. Millions of young people embraced the new idolatrous religions, found a meaning in life, a purpose for their existence and were ready in consequence, to make sacrifices, accept hardships, display courage, fortitude, temperance, and indeed all
the virtues except the essential and primary ones... Love and awareness- these are the primary, essential virtues.
(War)

The success of the dictators (some) is due in large measure to their extremely skillful exploitation of the universal human need for escape from the limitations of personality. Perceiving that people wished to take holidays from themselves in sub-human emotionality, they have systematically provided their subjects with the occasions for doing so. The Communists denounce religion as the opium of the people; but all they have done is to replace this old drug by a new one of similar composition.
(Decentralization & Self-Government)

Aldous Huxley, Ends & Means.

Welcome

2011-11-24T20:20:00.006-06:00

The soul welcomes the passing of the old order and the arrival of the new, yet what is frightening is that the departing order leaves behind it not a child, not an heir, not a niño, but a pregnant widow and in between the death of the father and the birth of the child much water will flow by, long nights of chaos and desolation will pass.

When a marvelous new idea is born we do not change our minds at the snap of a finger, we may think we do but the unconscious is still with us. You know the unconscious belongs to the fathers, the mother, the past.

Martin Amis, paraphrasing Alexander Herzen.

Infinitamente Enamorada de la Aurora

2011-11-11T13:43:00.003-06:00

La sublime iridiscencia que cobija este paisaje nos remite a un desfile de conceptos metapoéticos: la coexistencia de portales que acceden a realidades paralelas, el sueño manifestado de la divinidad, la hiperflexible perfección de la naturaleza, el canto de la sirena impreso en la bóveda celeste o el eco multicromático del axis mundi que nos recuerda que lo que es arriba, también es abajo. Sin embargo, más allá de dilucidaciones abstractas, esta majestuosa fotografía de una aurora boreal representa una sencilla invitación a una comunión silenciosa: simplemente observemos (11/11/11).

via PijamaSurf

Hold your breath

2011-11-03T19:23:00.001-06:00

Hold My Breath - Holy Ghost! from DFA Records on Vimeo.

This song put me in the best mood today. Check out the DFA cameos.

From here we go sublime

2011-11-01T14:37:00.000-06:00

Let it Ride

2011-10-25T00:25:00.002-05:00

The more you play the more you win.
JA.

via JDG.

Mutek Mx

2011-10-21T14:21:00.002-05:00

Sony MUTEK MX 2011 from PFAS on Vimeo.

Estaré haciendo un par de entrevistas para el Mutek que comienza H O Y.
Los mantendré al tanto.
Les dejo el teaser.

Sony MUTEK 2011 presenta:

KID KOALA (CA) PEARSON SOUND AKA RAMADANMAN (UK) TYONDAI BRAXTON (US) MURCOF + ANTIVJ (MX/FR) DISCODEINE (FR) EWAN PEARSON (UK) BRANDT BRAUER FRICK (DE) MACHINEDRUM (DE) ROBERT HENKE + CRISTOPHER BAUDER (DE) MUTI RANDOLPH (BR)
MINILOGUE (SE) GUILLAUME COUTU DUMONT & THE SIDE EFFECTS (CA) CUBENX (MX)
SEPALCURE (US/DE) JAMES MEDCRAFT (UK) FRIVOLOUS (CA) BAILLAT CARDEL + IREGULAR (CA) LOS MACUANOS (MX) MOCK THE ZUMA (MX) AVANTI (MX)
MOONRUNNER (MX) MARBEYA SOUND (MX) PAUL MARMOTA (CL) RUBINSKEE (MX)

Toda la info:

mutek.mx
@MUTEK_MX

Teaser reliazado por:
BRUTAL Inc.
@_Brutal_inc
brutalinc.mx
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Tell me all the things you want to do

2011-10-21T12:26:00.003-05:00

she´s hot ( H O T ) and she has a good voice.

i get the hype.

i can´t get this song outta my head.

We kill what we build

2011-10-18T21:06:00.004-05:00

I´d forgotten how much I love this track. The momentum created when one is reunited with such songs triggers a cascade of sentiments that make an experience memory-worthy. Yesterday as M83 played one of the best shows I´ve been to in a while and filled the empty spaces with mystery, this John Cage fragment came to mind..

"We carry our homes within us which enables us to fly."

A factor that makes music so compelling is it affects us in a direct-physical-individual-collective and at a level no one can fully describe; all at the same time. It´s abstract and ephemeral as far as both go, but the desire to have what we cannot hold remain, yet something always remains.
Making romance effective.

Real,
Psychotic,
Romantic,
All of above

We are our own home.
Why are we inclined to kill what we build?

Mourir Auprès de Toi

2011-10-17T14:16:00.002-05:00

Spike Jonze: Mourir Auprès de Toi on Nowness.com.

A lovely animation created by Spike Jonze and designer Olympia Le-Tan.
To Die by your Side.

Prévision

2011-10-16T16:32:00.004-05:00

M A Ñ A N A

via Whateva & @JMEA

Pieces of The People We Love

2011-10-16T13:49:00.000-05:00

luke, futuro esposo.

de lo que más me gustó del corona.

F A N

Sunday Playlist.

2011-10-16T13:07:00.008-05:00

no quise verlo ayer para no arruinarme la sorpresa de mañana.
no sé qué dice la gente que fue a M83... pero se me hace una banda para ver en full set, cero en festival.

Eventualmente... La Muerte vive, La Muerte muere, La vida muere, y la Vida Vive.

2011-10-13T19:14:00.007-05:00

Iñaki Echavarne, bar Giardinetto, calle Granada del Penedés, Barcelona, julio de 1994
Durante un tiempo la Crítica acompaña a la Obra, luego la Crítica se desvanece y son los Lectores quienes la acompañan. El viaje puede ser largo o corto. Luego los Lectores mueren uno por uno y la Obra sigue sola, aunque otra Crítica y otros Lectores poco a poco vayan acompañándose a su singladura. Luego la Crítica muere otra vez y los Lectores mueren otra vez y sobre esa huella de huesos sigue la Obra su viaje hacia la soledad. Acercarse a ella, navegar a su estela es señal inequívoca de muerte segura, pero otra Crítica y otros Lectores se le acercan incansables e implacables y el tiempo y la velocidad los devoran. Finalmente la Obra viaja irremediablemente sola en la Inmensidad. Y un día la Obra muere, como mueren todas las cosas, como se extinguirá el Sol y la Tierra, el Sistema Solar y la Galaxia y la más recóndita memoria de los hombres. Todo lo que empieza como comedia acaba como tragedia.

Aurelio Baca, Feria del Libro, Madrid, julio de 1994
Todo lo que empieza como comedia acaba como tragicomedia.

Pere Ordóñez, Feria del Libro, Madrid, julio de 1994
Todo lo que empieza como comedia acaba indefectiblemente como comedia.

Julio Martínez Morales, Feria del Libro, Madrid, julio de 1994
Todo lo que empieza como comedia acaba como ejercicio criptográfico.

Pablo del Valle, Feria del Libro, Madrid, julio de 1994
Todo lo que empieza como comedia termina como película de terror.

Marco Antonio Palacios, Feria del Libro, Madrid, julio de 1994
Lo que empieza como comedia acaba como marcha triunfal, ¿no?

Hernando García León, Feria del Libro, Madrid, julio de 1994
Todo lo que empieza como comedia indefectiblemente acaba como misterio.

Pelayo Barrendoáin, Feria del Libro, Madrir, julio de 1994
Todo lo que empieza como comedia acaba como un responso en el vacío.

Felipe Müller, bar Céntrico, calle Tallers, Barcelona, septiembre de 1995
Todo lo que empieza como comedia acaba como monólogo cómico, pero ya no nos reímos...

Los Detectives Salvajes, Roberto Bolaño

¿o sí?

phonometry

2011-10-08T13:01:00.002-05:00

cure for headache.

The End of Evil?

2011-10-04T22:44:00.020-05:00

Neuroscientists suggest there is no such thing. Are they right?
Ron Rosenbaum

Neurons by Santiago Ramón y Cajal

Is evil over? Has science finally driven a stake through its dark heart? Or at least emptied the word of useful meaning, reduced the notion of a numinous nonmaterial malevolent force to a glitch in a tangled cluster of neurons, the brain?

And in reducing evil to a purely neurological glitch or malformation in the wiring of the physical brain, in eliminating the element of freely willed conscious choice, have neuroscientists eliminated as well "moral agency," personal responsibility? Does this "neuromitigation" excuse—"my brain made me do it," as critics of the tendency have called it—mean that no human being really wants to do ill to another? That we are all innocent, Rousseauian beings, some afflicted with defects—"brain bugs" as one new pop-neuroscience book calls them—that cause the behavior formerly known as evil?

This argument has been going on for more than a millennium, at least since Augustine proclaimed that evil was in the realm of “non-being," which seems to some a great evasion. Meanwhile pop neuroscience—and its not-very-well-examined assumptions—has taken center stage in the struggle to put evil in its place under the thumb of science.
.....

Despite all the astonishing advances in neuroscience, however, we still know woefully little about how the brain enables the mind and especially about how consciousnesss and intentionality can arise from the complicated hunk of matter that is the brain. ... Discovering the neural correlates of mental phenomena does not tell us how these phenomena are possible.

The problem of evil—and moral responsibility—is thus inseparable from what is known in the philosophical trade as "the hard problem of consciousness." How does the brain, that electrified piece of meat, create the mind and the music of Mozart, the prose of Nabokov? Where is consciousness, anyway?

.....

Q&A
Ron Rosenbaum asking Jonathan Marks about the eradication of free will through neuroscience´s approach.

And he offered what I thought was one of the wisest responses to the debate over the existence of evil (and thus free will):

What he suggested is that we ought to act as if we had free will to choose good or evil.

And his warnings against the consequences of believing otherwise are validated by the fantasies of some fMRI enthusiasts. Consider, for instance, one of the more prominent new brain books: David Eagleman's Incognito.

In an excerpt in the Atlantic's "big ideas” issue, Eagleman depicts an Orwellian future in which fMRI scans will be used to preemptively identify those who have the potential to commit acts formerly known as evil, and prescribes for such possible malfeasants a regimen of "prefrontal workout[s]" to "better balance" those selected (how? by whom?) for brain remodeling.

He actually goes so far as to say, "Some people will need to be taken off the streets," on the basis of their fMRIs, "for a longer time (even a life time)." Neuroscientific totalitarianism invades your brain! The ultimate panopticon. No one seemed to notice or to care. It's science!

Read the rest

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i was thinking exactly this today, not in scientific, but in spiritual, emotional, and psychological terms.

If this proof amounts to anything, I´ll use myself as an example...

Without having the slightest idea that neuroscience was up to the task... I began thinking about "The End of Evil" or the "Illusion of Evil", the concept was a faint whisper floating in mind for a while. In some deep part of my chain of ideas and beliefs there lay the question of insanity, how the mere thought could imply things that cannot be empirically proven or if taken to an extreme could turn us into:

A. Brave New World
B. Panoptically controlled robots (as the excerpt above mentions)

So the cloud lingered there...
Until today it manifested as something "concrete" with this article...

I do in some way believe that "evil" is a distant figment in and of our brain. I´d say Plato´s and Jung´s writings on archetypes would support the theory that the concept of "evil" has been imprinted on the unconscious mind since the biblical notion of Adam & Eve/free will, since the beginning of time, since the construction of our souls.

I´m not saying that evil doesn´t exist, it does and has. Many cannot conceive genocide, wars, mass destruction, as anything other than that, pure evil, and thinking "Evil is dead" would only justify it right?

In my mind, I´d disagree.

When man STOPS moving through dualistic notions as most "normal" human beings do, oscillating between love and hate in seconds time, and begins pulling all its little parts together into something greater than themselves; call it God, Jesus, Earth, Heaven, Humanity, Universe, Creation, etc. instead of the insignificant ego; "evil" will start dissolving into a distant and empty formless form.

i.e. I´d even dare to say pulling ourself together towards our own "true" self; in a sincere manner not in a self-destructive one...
The reader might ask how does one know if something is sincere?
4 basic principles that impulse:
1. Love
2. Liberty
3. Equality
4. Preservation of life

Utopic, maybe. Impossible, I hope not. I´m still trying.

So my question is, how is it at all possible for me to be aware of any of this? How is the conscious, unconscious, subconscious, superconscious sensitive to it? I have absolutely no clue about neuroscience, little knowledge about science, and a strong belief in free will, but at the same time inclined toward destiny... Is it all there suspended above our heads as if it were connected or something, waiting to be materialized? If it were so, what does that connectivity imply?

A. That we´re all the same. "All humans are equal". We essentially all come from the same place, wherever you believe that to be.
B. That this "oneness" exists.

All the ties, links, "coincidences", resonance, glitches, synchronicity, is what I find mind blowing and an utter mystery, and what keeps me coming back to the rhizome.

Everything in one giant nothing, or and nothing in one giant everything.

A special thank you to @unfolding for posting the link to the article.

La Société du spectacle

2011-10-04T14:41:00.004-05:00

The spectacle presents itself as a vast inaccessible reality that can never be questioned. Its sole message is: “What appears is good; what is good appears.” Guy Debord, Society of the Spectacle, 1968

The shared consciousness, which is applauded as the global village, is a mere shadow of what’s possible.

Postmodernity is neither the enemy of handmaiden for Christianity, as pluralism has been ever present. While vanity and illusion take form in the latest sacred, media’s ultimately all-inclusive scope exposes the fault lines of its value system, and leaves only desire for more. We live on demand for the next best thing. We move easily on to the next one, because the last one, the current one, and even the next one are already overdetmined as temporary. This analysis cannot discredit the milieu in which relevance is upheld as a value, in part because this text appears through media, but more so because media is not to blame. Even nature has temporary forms, but valuing futility is an interest of men who exploit media. And while media can be used to correct how we are misinformed, reality is the place for genuine transformation.

Excerpts from Being Relevant: Confronting the latest sacred by Rachel K. Ward read the rest here.

uffffff

2011-09-29T15:00:00.002-05:00

it struck me that the people you choose to work with, to surround yourself with in life and those you choose to love –these people say as much about you as you could ever hope to express in your own words.” –Kindness

se parece a ti.

via gorillavsbear

Marking Infinity, Lee Ufan

2011-09-28T23:27:00.012-05:00

I recently had the opportunity of visiting Lee Ufan´s show at the Guggenheim in NY, anyone who knows what I´m into knows the following:

A. How the abstract blows my mind.
B. The abstract-conceptual linked to any sort of philosophy is a shoe in for my own -mind fucking- experience.
C. Anything with the word "infinity" makes my heart skip a beat.

Beginning with this Frank Lloyd Wright sculpture - the museum itself -, has always caught my attention in its effectiveness in showcasing art. A bit ignorant i sometimes feel, when i don´t know exactly where the curated show begins or ends, or if I´m missing something in between, or if i should move clockwise or counterclockwise.

So, as a reaffirmation to Lee Ufan´s Marking Infinity discourse, the show was curated from the bottom-up (in contrast to how it´s usually curated, from the top, down), mirroring a spiralling seashell, (reminding me of Fibonacci´s golden ratio).

The Reflexion:

Revolving around the notion of encounter- seeing the bare existence of what is actually before us and focusing on "the world as it is".

"Expressive action begins with sensing a rupture in existence. The desire to eliminate this gap and become fused with existence itself becomes the will to create art"

"Perpetual passing of the present"

"Form is not static but a phenomenon of becoming"

Lee understood process as a system of connectivity between distinct components. " Each moment.. Occurs only once, but everything is a continuation of single moments, it is necessary for them to resonate with each other"

"The phenomenon of encounter is momentary.. In discontinuous, momentary flashes of light, it liberates human beings from one-sidedness and seclusion of the ego, if only for a moment . Unlike the human will, which always desires to define things and give them meaning or a place in history, the state of the world unto itself always teaches is that things are uncertain and indefinite"

Kierkegaard and Heidegger describe encounters as events attending the point of rupture between self and the other.
Nishida Kitaro as "pure experience".
Bachelard as poetic moments and
Baudelaire as correspondence.
A unilateral way if thinking is not involved in any ot these approaches.

The metaphysical relationship between being and nothingness.

"We can simultaneously sense existence and dissolution, genesis and extinction".

"Empty resonant space"

Conclusions:
As objects manifest themselves as something pure and/or repeat themselves, there is an opening to a finite yet endless possibility of possibilities. A "pure" form, is just a pure form. A tree is evidently a tree. A rock, etc...
By seeing things for what they are is where this "finite" comes in, because the object is the bottom line, there´s no more room for word, image or text, which is beautiful to its own extent, but the opening of possibilities comes through exchange. What type of tree our mind links to the word or image of it, on the other hand, is never finite. This was what essentially attracted and moved me, how Ufan´s representation is so simple yet so mind expanding complex, evoking the pure form itself, and still taking us to many realms beyond it.

Kandinsky said in "Concerning the spiritual in art", that no form is formless. That nothing is shaped out of nothingness. What interferes or plays a crucial role is the context, the spectator, and the object(s). When one becomes unmoved by whatevers in front, we´re either lacking in context, space, time... Or, soul.

1+1=2

2011-09-28T01:09:00.002-05:00

"If you refuse to let your own suffering lie upon you even for an hour and if you constantly try to prevent and forestall all possible distress way ahead of time; if you experience suffering and displeasure as evil, hateful, worthy of annihilation, and as a defect of existence then it is clear that [you harbour in your heart]...the religion of comfortableness. How little you know of human happiness, you comfortable...people, for happiness and unhappiness are sisters and even twins that either grow up together or, as in your case, remain small together"

The Consolations of Philosophy
Alain de Botton
via radicales libres

Nuestros días pasan como suspiros...

2011-09-27T01:32:00.009-05:00

Nuestra vida terrenal es frágil y corta ante El Creador eterno, que no padece cambios.

Antes que nacieran las montañas
y apareciera la tierra y el mundo,
tú ya eras Dios y lo eres para siempre,

tú que devuelves al polvo a los mortales,
y les dices, "¡Váyanse hijos de Adán!"
Mil años para ti son como un día,
un ayer, un momento de la noche.

Tú los siembras, cada cual a su turno,
y al amanecer despunta la hierba;
en la mañana viene la flor y se abre
y en la tarde se marchita y se seca.

El tiempo de nuestros años es de setenta,
y de ochenta si somos robustos
La mayoría son de pena y decepción,
transcurren muy pronto y nos llevan volando.

¿Quién conoce tú fuerza
y quién ha sondeado el fondo de tu furor?
Enséñanos lo que valen nuestros días,
para que adquiramos un corazón sensato*.

....

Que la dulzura de Yahvéh nos cubra
y que él confirme la obra de nuestras manos.

Salmo 90

*(Sensatez) Buen juicio, cordura , prudencia o capacidad de sopesar las consecuencias antes de actuar.

A place called anywhere

2011-09-26T23:39:00.000-05:00

Of course the Dalai Lama's a Marxist

2011-09-09T14:36:00.004-05:00

The Dalai Lama has a refreshing tendency to confound western caricatures. As a cuddly old monk, he could comfort fans by fuzzily connecting us to an imagined Shangri-La that contrasts favourably with our own material world. Only he won't play the game, regularly making ethical, political, scientific and (ir)religious statements that rudely pop the projections laid on to him.

He was at it again the other day, telling Chinese students that he considers himself a Marxist. This wasn't just playing to the crowd – although it was reported with surprise (at least in the US), the ideological alignment is longstanding. In 1993, he said: "The economic system of Marxism is founded on moral principles, while capitalism is concerned only with gain and profitability. Marxism is concerned with the distribution of wealth on an equal basis ... as well as the fate of those who are underprivileged and in need, and [it] cares about the victims of minority-imposed exploitation. For those reasons, the system appeals to me, and it seems fair."

There are a number of caveats (he's not a Leninist, believes compassion rather than class struggle is key, and doesn't consider communist regimes such as the USSR, China or Vietnam to have been true exponents), but the dissonance between image and reality remains – the Dalai Lama is not the comforting Oriental pet that consumer society might like.

Neither does his tradition match the capitalist fantasies attached to it. Perhaps because Buddhism came to the west on a wave of post-war hippy soul-searching, and was then co-opted as friendly religion of choice by new ageism and the self-help movement, its radical economic and social messages have been lost under an avalanche of laughing fat-man statues, healing crystals and copies of The Secret.

The very idea of self-help in Buddhism is an oxymoron – relief of suffering can only come from the realisation that pleasing ourselves doesn't bring happiness – instead we must try to work skilfully and compassionately with others, as part of interwoven systems of connectivity that bind us together. A "western Buddhism" that prioritises solipsistic focus on the individual is so great a misconception as to be unworthy of the name – or at the least the Buddhism part – as anyone who pays it more than passing attention knows. It's also largely a media invention – many western Buddhists are serious, deeply committed practitioners. That commitment means choosing to follow a path that leads against the stream of materialism and selfishness. Of course, we don't always manage it, but that's why it's called a path of practice.

Buddhism goes way beyond the confines of the personal – realising the truth of interdependence implies taking up the challenge of engaging with others in the wider world. This isn't missionary zeal – proselytising is hardly the Buddhist way – but it does mean social action that embodies dharmic principles, and western sanghas are increasingly prioritising community involvement. As they do so, Buddhism may start to look less like some nice bit of calm and relaxation and more like a radical, uncompromising critique of the status quo.

This critique has already begun to influence the UK mainstream. It's 45 years since EF Schumacher published his Buddhist Economics essay in Small is Beautiful, which the Times Literary Supplement listed as one of the 100 most influential books since the second world war. Though the male-centric, mechanistic world it describes now seems dated, Schumacher's outline of a world driven mad by consumption (and his Buddhist-inspired remedy of sufficiency and sustainability) has informed everything from the climate change debate to the happiness agenda – particularly through the influential New Economics Foundation (NEF) thinktank, which grew out of Schumacher's vision.

The well-being indices enthusiastically taken up by David Cameron have grown in part from NEF's links with the kingdom of Bhutan and its policy of favouring gross national happiness above gross domestic product. Is the prime minister aware of the Buddhist foundation to his plans for the nation's mood?

Of course, we're a long way from a government that looks even remotely dharmic. From a Buddhist perspective, only a revolution in our collective mind can counter the momentum that keeps us grasping for happiness in all the wrong places. And that would involve more than measuring whether someone with a job and a family in sunny Cornwall feels more upbeat than a lonely, unemployed Londoner on a rainy day. It would require systemic transformation on both an intimate and a huge scale, bringing the path of personal practice together with much broader societal shifts. Could this be what the Dalai Lama is thinking of when he describes himself as "half-Marxist, half-Buddhist"?

Article Via The Guardian By Ed Halliwell

Hoy el Dalai Lama en México

rhyming steps

2011-09-05T13:22:00.001-05:00

The beginning and end I want to begin

2011-09-03T14:31:00.000-05:00

moments of always within a never

2011-09-01T01:06:00.005-05:00

"She wasn’t doing a thing that I could see, except standing there, leaning on the balcony railing, holding the universe together."
_______________

Thus, Speak the Chromograph by Eleni Sikélianòs

Saying: One night in a cloud chamber
I discovered a thing: that a thing (I used to have a crown
of light) a thing could be more
than True, and more again

than False, a thing
could carry its name

with a ticket of lights
called Possible: In a cloud chamber, particles are betrayed
by movement and water vapors

leave trails. Discovered: when matter and its antithesis come
together, a disappearing
flash of light: (our share of night to
ear) (I mean what I say): In contempt

of the Law of All
Excluded Thirds: laws are not
symmetrical in the forward and the back
(of time). On which side
are they stacked? and the sky also

(is what made Hart Crane
so crazy in the heart) continued to pile up
clouds without account, a mass of gasses with nothing

scribbled under them; a song in the middle

of the crystal
cavatina. We hardly had any bones then. Did
Hart Crane have bones? If so, which kind? AndD

run toward the sea)

_____

___________________________________

"Don’t worry, Renée, I won’t commit suicide and I won’t burn a thing. Because from now on, for you, I’ll be searching for those moments of always within a never. Beauty, in this world."

___________________

Where You Are by Mark Doty  
2. Everywhere

  I thought I’d lost you. But you said I’m imbued  

in the fabric of things, the way 
that wax lost from batik shapes 
the pattern where the dye won’t take.
 I make the space around you,  

and so allow you shape. And always 
you’ll feel the traces of that wax
 soaked far into the weave: the air around your gestures,

  the silence after you speak. 
That’s me, the slight wind between
 your hand and what you’re reaching for; 
chair and paper, book or cup:  

that close, where I am: between 
where breath ends, air starts.
________

thanks andy for this.
poetrys´ been floating heavily lately, landmarking september.

sad songs for dirty lovers

2011-08-30T00:19:00.008-05:00

the weekend translated into resonance.
JM killed it.
via PFAS.

excerpt

so if you´re in love or in pain, this might just be your medicine.

download all.

I´m so glad you´re my boy

2011-08-24T21:04:00.003-05:00

+

Down along the cove
I spied my true love comin' my way
Down along the cove
I spied my true love comin' my way
I say, "Lord, have mercy, mama
It sure is good to see you comin' today".

Down along the cove
I spied my little bundle of joy
Down along the cove
I spied my little bundle of joy
She said, "Lord, have mercy, honey
I'm so glad you're my boy".

Down along the cove
We walked together hand in hand
Down along the cove
We walked together hand in hand
Ev'rybody watchin' us go by
Knows we're in love, yes, and they understand.

luck.

summer

2011-08-15T04:31:00.001-05:00

cliché

2011-08-15T04:29:00.006-05:00

via jose

clouds

2011-08-03T23:53:00.003-05:00

are the origin of dreams.

no

2011-07-25T01:49:00.003-05:00

refreshing. it still sounds like him, but with neat sparse of evolution.

no surprise here

2011-07-22T14:45:00.004-05:00

the song hadn´t even gone 5 seconds through and i knew the hype was true.
though i predict this is just a crumb of what the album´ll be. i´ve been waiting for this one for a while.

they´re cominggg and the line-up´s INSANE.

playing with my best friend/a couple of talented young musicans.

yes, this time, i´m bragging.

EYES. MIND. SPIRIT

2011-07-19T01:03:00.005-05:00

IMAGINATION
VISION
DREAMS
=
ALL CONTAIN THE ABILITY TO SEE
in each a combination of reality, surreality, hyperreality...
which one´s which?

WHAT DO I WANNA SEE TODAY?

reflexion & message shared by Bishop Bennett Smith

"you have one judge- your word."

2011-07-19T01:01:00.004-05:00

agua

2011-07-13T21:29:00.001-05:00

rainy days & heartbreaks

2011-07-12T17:09:00.000-05:00

It's time

2011-07-11T19:38:00.001-05:00

Sexy time.

The collection

2011-07-10T23:48:00.002-05:00

"There is for each man, perfect self-expression. There is a place which he is to fill and no one else can fill, something which he is to do, which no one else can do.."
Florence Scovel Shinn

don´t you?

2011-06-15T00:19:00.008-05:00

my presence was required at two weddings on saturday.
one heavily smudged make-up, the other poked my eyes out.
both manifested fixation on ocular region.

who can tell where this one was?
me neither.

Definition: God is the shortest distance between zero and infinity

2011-06-13T13:31:00.008-05:00

"right up your existential alley".

Title: Alfred Jarry, Exploits & Opinions of Dr. Faustroll, Pataphysician via but does it float

photos taken from favorite site but does it float, ffffound, iceland photogallery, national geographic, and internet lostage.

5.31.2011

2011-05-31T00:03:00.007-05:00

dream is in this heart. season in these years

2011-05-30T22:35:00.000-05:00

say you do

2011-05-27T17:02:00.000-05:00

last of this i promise.
maybe.

What is love can you tell me baby be,
Is it the hole you put inside me.
Young cavernous crater young windswept cave,
If love is my salvation I don't want to be saved.

But I never met a girl like you.
Someone who made that dumb shit true
So oo oo.

(Love me love me love me, say you do)

when you do,
wont you say you do.

(Love me love me love me, say you do)

say you do.

Full capacity mind wake suck sainity I fake,
Not much more that I can take before I start to bend a break.
Burn the indian sky the sea, I blot out every memory,
And then I solemn vow I swear, I'll never ever ever fall again.

But I never met a girl like you,
Someone to keep my black heart blue.
And I'll always stay a little bit me,
The portrait of complicity.

Well its a lovely picture of me,
Hanging on the stars above me, Screaming girl why don't you love me.

Well its a lovely picture of me,
Hanging on the stars above me, Screaming girl why don't you love me.

Well its a lovely picture of me,
Hanging on the stars above me, Screaming girl why don't you love me.

Well its a lovely picture of me,
Hanging on the stars above me, Screaming girl why don't you love me.
(Lovely picture of me)
Say you do

(Love me love me love me, say you do)
(Love me love me love me, say you do)

Full capacity hard wake suck sainity I fake,
Not much more that I can take before I start to bend a break.
Burn the indian sky the sea, I blot out every memory,
And then I solemn vow I swear, I'll never ever ever fall again.

Full capacity hard wake suck sainity I fake,
Not much more that I can take before I start to bend a break.
Burn the indian sky the sea, I blot out every memory,
And then I solemn vow I swear, I'll never ever ever fall again.

Full capacity hard wake suck sainity I fake,
Not much more that I can take before I start to bend a break.
Burn the indian sky the sea, I blot out every memory,
And then I solemn vow I swear, I'll never ever ever fall again.

tangible memory, tactile sound

2011-05-23T20:05:00.000-05:00

has fantasy or illusion ever come true exactly how you imagined it? even if you tried and tried not to expect anything at all or even expected the worst?.. i´d never had a taste of that magic until saturday. the stars alignment to fulfill for a couple of minutes the ethereal. wow, god manifest might sound like an overstatement, i´d agree but i think back on it all, and it still feels like a dream. maybe that has to do with the fact that i had more than a couple of beers. nonetheless, the sweet taste remains.

if anyone has been reading what i´ve been writing since this blog began, you´d understand a small fragment of the impact tv on the radio has had on different aspects of my life. it´s weird to write that but it´s true. music to me, is an art form that makes you go beyond your own limits and layers. art in genereal aspires to that, but music, at least for my ears becomes solidified when chemistry makes a cameo, chemistry you can play over and over. it´s like you can eat it, and cut it, hold it and taste it, and travel through space with it. there are no actual words that explaln the exact feeling. what makes one have this chemistry with certain bands still remains a mystery. like why am i into terry riley, mt. kimbie, george michael, earth, wind, and fire, or how nat king cole´s unforgettable, infalibly makes me cry...
i could speculate that music speaks to the soul at some unknown, subconscious and invisible realm. earth, wind and fire must channel my texan nostalgia towards the radio station my dad heard. terry riley, my pretentious contemporary adult.

i know exactly why unforgettable makes me cry, but that´s a whole different story i´ll tell when i´m feeling a bit more sentimental.

memory´s webs are infinite.

back to tv on the radio, the affection dates to wolf like me, rarely it was heard on the dancefloor (back when i was a wolf myself) but when it did come on, a full moon appeared. i got really into them, then came a best friend, guillermo whom i met on the internet, yes, the internet, all we did was talk about music, he recommended mogwai and sonic youth, and claimed to be a tvotr lover. the spark was mutual. to this day he always comes to heart with the band. i remember perfectly, the first time i saw tvotr was in prospect park about two years ago, guillermo was in mind for most of it.

with a little bit of history, we arrive at the almost present when i found out my best friend singer/writer of disco ruido! was opening a small show for tvotr in guadalajara. a part from it being a huge thing for d.r!, they happened to be playing with my favorite band.

no brainer.

i took one of my postcards of a red sky i´d photographed and wrote on it something i wanted to say to the band, i was sorta anxious that if the time came the words i wanted weren´t going to come out...
i saw tunde standing outside his tent and walked up to him, introduced myself, gave him the postcard and asked for a picture. he was super nice. something you could vibe from seeing him on stage or on rachel getting married or through something about his smile or whatever, but you never know if that´s really true or if it´s just you exalting. we chatted for a while. he told me about the movie he co-directed for their new album (posted below), we talked about illustration, a project i was working on, how he liked disco ruido´s! graphics, what i did for a living, why i was there, what was the downside of touring, how he liked making things, how my friend (elena) had confused him with another person and asked for a picture, how i was nervous, etc.
after a minute i was at ease, and i said, "this was better than what i´d pictured, you never know when you meet someone you admire if they´re gonna turn out to be assholes. i didn´t really wanna stop listening to your music if you did turn out to be one"... he laughed and agreed that it´s not cool to have that type of illusion shattered, "i´m glad you´re not an asshole either".

fiuf.

after disco ruido! came down from playing an excellent show; kyp, dave, jaleel, and the drummer headed over to our tent to congratulate the band. something i´d never seen. which amazed and made all our jaws drop. god how refreshing it is to find real people in the world. i mean of course that´s ideally what you´d think would happen, what else should one expect right?, but that´s not always the case. more so with a band that´s covered as much ground as they have.
anyways, after observing all this, even if i already felt most of it, i confirm they deserve absolutely everything good that´s coming to them, that they´ve created, and´ll continue to create. i have nothing but admiration towards whatever they´ve put their heart into. and here is a great example of how the universe again conspires to compose and soundtrack something beautiful.

of course, they went on stage and put on an awesome show. i am no longer objective in this aspect, as you obviously deduced. if you gotten through most of this post, maybe you feel nauseous for the excessive sunshine (here too, i am no longer able to help myself), i don´t doubt there´re one or two of 364 bad days, one thing is fact, they do transmit clarity in how far they wanna take themselves and everything around that happens to be true to it. that alone supports my theory. all the rest is just an extended version of my own perception.

they later appeared at the after party where julian was djing. we danced and drank some more. so the world didn´t end but it brought mexico and a faithful part of brooklyn to guadalajara. (here´s where i actually get that brooklyn´s a whole different planet than manhattan.)

in conclusion to this post of praise, it still amazes me how bands have all these effects on thousands and thousands of people without knowing it, or better said, with just seeing faces and bodies move in elevated ways to what they do, connecting in the unseen and apparently unconnected... it´s like if you split yourself into a million melodic little pieces and you are able to share it with anyone who happens to stumble upon what you do.

dear science,
please explain.

favorites include caffeinated consciousness, second song, killer crane. you and backwards dragon probably top it.

body, rocks, & architecture

2011-05-16T14:12:00.000-05:00

"Every human action gains in honour, in grace, in all true magnificence, by its regard to things that are to come. It is the far sight, the quiet and confident patience, that, above all other attributes, separate man from man, and near him to his Maker; and there is no action nor art, whose majesty we may not measure by this test. Therefore, when we build, let us think that we build for ever. Let it not be for present delight, nor for present use alone; let it be such work as our descendants will thank us for, and let us think, as we lay stone on stone, that a time is to come when those stones will be held sacred because our hands have touched them, and that men will say as they look upon the labour and wrought substance of them, 'See! this our fathers did for us.' For, indeed, the greatest glory of a building is not in its stones, nor in its gold. Its glory is in its Age, and in that deep sense of voicefulness, of stern watching, of mysterious sympathy, nay, even of approval or condemnation, which we feel in walls that have long been washed by the passing waves of humanity. It is in their lasting witness against men, in their quiet contrast with the transitional character of all things, in the strength which, through the lapse of seasons and times, and the decline and birth of dynasties, and the changing of the face of the earth, and of the limits of the sea, maintains its sculptured shapeliness for a time insuperable, connects forgotten and following ages with each other, and half constitutes the identity, as it concentrates the sympathy, of nations: it is in that golden stain of time, that we are to look for the real light, and colour, and preciousness of architecture; and it is not until a building has assumed this character, till it has been entrusted with the fame, and hallowed by the deeds of men, till its walls have been witnesses of suffering, and its pillars rise out of the shadows of death, that its existence, more lasting as it is than that of the natural objects of the world around it, can be gifted with even so much as these possess of language and of life."—John Ruskin, The Seven Lamps of Architecture

eastward

2011-05-16T14:04:00.000-05:00

one paradox, however, must be accepted and this is that it is necessary to continually attempt the seemingly impossible. i agree with Siddharta, our wise friend form the East, who once said:
"words do not express thoughts very well; everything immediately becomes a little different, a little distorted, a little foolish. and yet it also pleases me and seems right that what is of value and wisdom to one man seems nonsense to another".

"he who travels far will often see things
far removed from what he believed was Truth.
when he talks about it in the fields at home,
he is often accused of lying,
for the obdurate people will not believe
what they do not see and distincly feel,
inexperience, i believe,
will give little credence to my song."

the journey to the east.
hermann hesse.

Noise

2011-04-25T13:26:00.000-05:00

nicolas jaar is my favorite thing to happen to music in seconds.

gracias jose.

his new album does a great job at swaying me to sleep, though i´m not sure if the previous sustains my statement too well.

i´m obviously attracted to his space is only noise title, also part of my "metabiography".

HEALTH INTERVIEW

2011-04-25T12:32:00.000-05:00

HEALTH on PFAS Interview from Jose Manuel Espínola on Vimeo.

via PFAS

as i mentioned a couple of posts back, i was scheduled to interview HEALTH when they visited d.f some time back...
for reasons that go beyond my own physical capabilities/internal GPS, i didn´t make the interview, long story short, i got lost in a horrible part of downtown, horrible to the point of thinking i would never see daylight...
a good samaritan actually got into his car and escorted me to where i was going. even though in mexico city, this could also be a trap (yes, you read correctly, trap), his intentions were pure; it was the desperation on my face.

HEALTH one of the best live shows i´ve seen in 011.
the lost and thinking i was going to die part was worth it.

ps. HEALTH mentions PICTUREPLANE in this interview, some friends claim he´s the best thing to happen to music in seconds, now it´s all clearer...
HEALTH being one of those bands that´re underrated, yet the quality of their sound is rare, they´re way way better live than on tape, it´s not something you can say about a lot of bands nowadays... Pictureplane played DF on friday, didn´t go bc i was out of town, but if he´s backed by HEALTH, he must be carrying a worthwhile gig, I see where those conclusions are coming from... even if in the end, it´s all about the post-punk nostalgia.

Eva

2011-04-15T19:57:00.000-05:00

..."Love must not entreat," she added, "or demand. Love must have the strength to become certain within itself. Then it ceases merely to be attracted and begins to attract....
Another time she told me a very different story, concerning a lover who's love was unrequited. He withdrew completely within himself, believing his love would consume him. The world became lost to him, he no longer noticed the blue sky and green woods, he no longer heard the brook murmur; his ears had turned deaf to the notes of the harp: nothing mattered anymore; he had become poor and wretched. Yet his love increased and he would rather have died or been ruined than renounce possessing this beautiful woman. Then he felt that his passion had consumed everything else within him and become so strong, so magnetic that the beautiful woman must follow. She came to him and he stood with outstretched arms ready to draw her to him. As she stood before him she was completely transformed and with awe he felt and saw that he had won back all he had previously lost. She stood before him and surrendered herself to him and sky, forest, brook all came toward him in new and resplendent colors, belonged to him, and spoke to him in his own language. And instead of merely winning a woman he embraced the entire world and every star in heaven glowed within him and sparkled with joy in his soul. He had loved and had found himself. But most people love to lose themselves.

Hermann Hesse

SOLD

2011-04-13T20:04:00.000-05:00

ok, so almost two hours of a youtube video seem insane, but let me say it´s well worth them. you´ll invest in something interesting instead of sitting around picking your nose. if you dig lynch, science, meditation, consciousness, how the brain works, a cameo on dreams, etc. then take a look.
right around min. 50, when dr. hagelin (a dude that´s being compared to einstein/who incidently looks like major garland briggs) explains the scientific perspective on meditation, i was blown away, i had no clue science had a way to explain such ethereal things. people call the micro micro micro worlds quantum physics, mechanics and such, i would call it something else.
laugh away people, now it´s science..

known unknowns

2011-04-13T14:49:00.001-05:00

where and what would we be without language?
some would say language expands certain restraints and obstructions, others would argue that words remove the blockage. certain writers write about the author dying everytime he expresses himself on paper (barthes) giving his identity to his reader, the readers vision is added onto the writing, exchanging ones world for the writers world and vice versa.
our verb is our architecture and invisible legacy.
letters, words, sentences, phrases, and languages are necessary to a certain extent, but what happens beyond them when communication doesn´t seem to be enough... ?

what´s clearer, more words or less of them?
when are there less casualties?

this wasn´t the exact dj spooky song i wanted, but it´s close to the one i was listening to when i began thinking about music with few to no words.

"there are things we can´t find anywhere, but we dream we can find them in people":

2011-04-04T13:25:00.000-05:00

salt water & fire

2011-03-30T10:51:00.000-06:00

what does the universe smell like?

2011-03-29T22:10:00.000-06:00

Among Thieves

2011-03-29T14:20:00.000-06:00

"I can see that your thoughts are deeper than you yourself are able to express. But since this is so, you know, don't you, that you've never liked what you are thinking and that isn't good. Only the ideas that we actually live are of any value. You knew all along that your sanctioned world was only half the world and you tried to suppress the second half the same way priests and teachers do. You won't succeed. No one succeeds in this once he has begun to think."

Demian, Hermann Hesse

neverland

2011-03-23T00:32:00.000-06:00

it´s difficult to resume what happened at sxsw because by now it´s all a blur. what i do know is that i never wanted it to end.
the downside of attending such a mind-bottling event is that you are forever inclined to frown upon bands playing huge venues. this had been the case beforehand, i´d always preferred to see bands at small joints (who doesn´t), but living austin i´m officially boycotting the whole thing.
the strokes, M.J huge? really? don´t get me wrong, i´m a huggeee strokes fan, but austin made the biggest fuss to see their show. i ended up seeing it on a bridge, way better than a three hour line. at least there i could sway from side to side.

james blake at fader with half the people talking/looking the other way? bummer. upside is i made friends with some rappers from L.A.

but charles bradley, mount kimbie, OMD, psychic tv, grimes, trentemøller, GAYNGS, !!!, glasser, and a couple of others i´ve blacked out on, killed, murdered, annhiliated it.

so if i could make one suggestion to people reading, is never ever ever go to sxsw. less lines for me.
it took forever to go, the festival is my age, and i´ve heard it´s changed so much, it´s mainstream now and blablabla, but isn´t everything mainstream nowadays?... i don´t know what it was before, or what that actually means, but i do believe you can still find those little spots still keeping it how it was intended to be kept. and if my analysis is off, it all basically felt amazing.

ps. i made two notes to myself on my phone stating:
1. "michael cera is eye-fucking me."
2. "stupid people with initiative rock my world, but they don´t".
i´m thinking really hard to who i was referring to but i honestly cannot remember. i really wish i could, then i´d know where all my anger comes from...

two realms

2011-03-22T22:45:00.000-06:00

i cannot tell my story without reaching a long way back. if it were possible i would reach farther still- into the very first years of my childhood, and beyond them into distant ancestral past.

novelists when they write novels tend to take an almost godlike attitude toward their subject, pretending to a total comprehension of the story, a man´s life, which they can therefore recount as God Himself might, nothing standing between them and the naked truth, the entire story meaningful in every detail. i am as little able to do this as the novelist is, even though my story is more important to me than any novelist´s is to him- for this is my story; it is the story of man, not of an invented, or possible, or idealized, or otherwise absent figure, but of a unique being of flesh and blood. yet, what a real human being is made of seems to be less understood today than at any time before, and men- each one of whom represents a unique and valuable experiment on the part of nature- are therefore shot wholesale nowadays. if we were not something more than unique human beings, if each one of us could really be done away with once and for all by a single bullet, storyteling would lose all purpose. but every man is more than just himself; he also represents the unique, the very special and always significant and remarkable point at which the world´s phenomena intersect, only once in this way and never again. that is why every man´s story is important, eternal, sacred; that is why every man, as long as he lives and fulfills the will of nature, is wondrous, and worthy of every consideration. in each individual the spirit has become flesh, in each man the creation suffers, within each one a redeemeer is nailed to the cross.

few people nowadays know what man is. many sense this ignorance and die the more easily because of it, the same way that i will die more easily once i have completed this story.

i do not consider myself less ignorant than most people. i have been and still am a seeker, but i have ceased to question stars and books; i have begun to listen to the teachings my blood whispers to me. my story is not a pleasant one; it is neither sweet nor harmonious, as invented stories are; it has the taste of nonsense and chaos, of madness and dreams- like the lives of all men who stop deceiving themselves.

each man´s life represents a road toward himself, an attempt at such a road, the intimation of a path. no man has ever been entirely and completely himself. yet each one strives to become that- one in an awkward, the other in a more intelligent way, each as best as he can. each man carries the vestiges of his birth- the slime and eggshells of his primeval past- with him to the end of his days. some never become human, remaining frog, lizard, ant. some are human above the waist, fish below. each represents a gamble on the part of nature in creation of the human. we all share the same origin, our mothers; all of us come in at the same door. but each of us -experiments of the depths- strives toward his own destiny. we can understand one another; but each of us is able to interpret himself to himself alone.

demian, hermann hesse.

"lose some, lose some"

2011-03-22T22:19:00.000-06:00

if your subconscious could articulate physical sound, it would most likely sound like the narrator in the following:

white on white

2011-03-01T16:55:00.000-06:00

...white, although often considered a no colour, is the symbol of a world in which colour has disappeared as a quality or material substance. that world is too far above us, that none of its sounds reach us. from it, a great silence takes its place, like a cold, indestructible, impenetrable, and infinite wall. white acts like an absolute silence over the soul. internally it sounds like a non-sound comparable to musical pauses that temporarily break a melody. it is not a dead silence, on the contrary, it is full of possibility. white sounds like silence, that all of a sudden can be comprehended.
wassily kandinsky,
concerning the spiritual in art.

i begin my thesis with this excerpt, which to me seems to sum up many of the things i lived through, let´s say for the past lifetime. anyone who´d disagree must really hate the abstract. or is simply a control freak.

ps. as i relistened to the song i just posted, and assimilated it to whatever i just wrote... i´m such a nouveau new age junkie. on my defense, even though i´m authentically repelled by myself, i grew up in the nineties/Y2k.

we all care more than we´d like to admit...

2011-02-22T18:04:00.001-06:00

i always knew we were friends...

knowing without knowing

2011-02-22T14:09:00.000-06:00

that background guitar that hits around 1.45 up til the end kiiiiiiiiiiiiillss me.

the three lives

2011-02-10T10:25:00.001-06:00

... that people more readily accept affliction and outward penances than the task of changing themselves, or even examining themselves; that they believe more in formulas than experience. these are matters which in the several thousand years since his era have probably not changed so much as a good many history books claim. but he had also learned that a seeking, thoughtful man dare not forfeit love; that he must meet the wishes and follies of men halfway, not showing arrogance but also not truckling to them; that it is always only a single step from sage to charlatan, from priest to mountebank, from helpful brother to parasitic drone, and that the people would by far prefer to pay a swindler and be exploited by a quack than accept help given freely and unselfishly. they would much rather pay in money and goods than in trust and love. they cheat one another and expect to be cheated themselves. you had to learn to see man as a weak, selfish, and cowardly creature; you also had to realize how many of these evil traits and impulses you shared yourself; and nevertheless you allowed yourself to believe, and nourished your soul on faith, that man is also spirit and love, that something dwells in him which is at variance with his instincts and longs to refine them.

the rainmaker.
hermann hesse.

oh james

2011-02-01T17:33:00.000-06:00

i posted blake´s first single back in june and now that his debut album is about to hit, (feb.7th) this video is just the right amount of adecuate.
if you simultaneously listen to the song and watch the video it´s curious how the images take you into the depth of the song. the lyrics are simple, but the instrumental layers are intricate. i became hypnotized as the image blurred in and out, and as the colors shifted from palette to palette... "background" gradually intensified.
a part from being visually interesting, you´d never link his face, to his voice. this subtle serenade transports to some forgotten time, in some forgotten past.

DISCO RUIDO!/ SISTEMA SOLAR

2011-01-17T20:19:00.000-06:00

me tardé en esta.. en fin.
me es un honor anunciar que mi hermana y soulmate mercedes ya tiene un disco circulando, ella escritora y vocalista, mancuerneando con julps y los originales disco ruídos en todo aquello que tiene que ver con sonido.
para los que no han escuchando, aquí les dejaré algo, y para los que sí, vayan vayan vayan a mixup y pidan sistema solar para que se aprendan las canciones.
estarán de vuelta por varias ciudades de méxico.

**este fin en querétaro.

y el último cover que le hicieron a caifanes

love

2011-01-12T13:32:00.000-06:00

i´m not sure what to think of this. i love it, and i don´t.

fade

2011-01-06T15:56:00.001-06:00

this song belongs to 2010.
so goodbye 10 and on with 11.
throughout this blog´s history i´ve had the tendency to wish my two readers a happy new one. since this year i had better things to do, i didn´t..

it was the usual, but the usual means fun and the longest 31st of my life. which to be honest wasn´t the usual, it was farrr farr from that, and for some mysterious reason, we managed to cram into a day what would be done in a week long vacation.

"surfing"/massage at 8am
another beach at 1:30pm
oysters at 2:30pm
waverunner at 4pm
last dive into the ocean 5somethingpm
boat to marina/sunset 5something-6somethingpm
make centerpieces for party 7pm
help with grapes 8pm
shower/change 9-10pm
boat to fireworks 11pm
fireworks 12am
champagne 11:45pm
new year 12:01 am
hugs 12-1am
back to marina 1:05am
dinner 2am
party starting 5am
bathing suit 8am
pool 8:05am
sleep 1pm
food 6pm
sleep 7-11pm
tv 11-1pm

trying to beat our record of how long we can stay up for. we almost had it.
i was thinking today on how we tend to drag last year into the new one, either conscious or unconsciously, lame. so what i propose, is to let it fade.
happy11.

"don´t pay attention to anything you see in the news"

2010-12-10T12:59:00.000-06:00

this came kind of late, i decided to read kanye west´s review on pitchfork out of curiosity. i thought it was a pretty brilliant psychoanalysis of our times, and how almost about everyone i know feels this way even if they don´t know how to say it. i´ve never been a huge kanye follower, but you can´t deny the ego this one wears.

With "Runaway", he rousingly highlights his own douchebaggery, turning it into a rallying cry for all humanity. Like many of his greatest songs, it's funny, sad, and perversely relatable. And while the royal horns and martial drums of "All of the Lights" make it sound like the ideal outlet for the most over-the-top boasts imaginable, West instead inhabits the role of an abusive deadbeat desperate to make good on a million blown promises. "Hell of a Life" attempts to bend its central credo-- "no more drugs for me, pussy and religion is all I need"-- into a noble pursuit. As a woofer-mulching synth line lurks, Kanye justifies his dreams of not sleeping with but marrying a porn star, peaking with the combative taunt, "How can you say they live they life wrong/ When you never fuck with the lights on." Inspired by his two-year relationship with salacious model Amber Rose, the song blurs the line between fantasy and reality, sex and romance, love and religion, until no lines exist at all. It's a zonked nirvana with demons underneath; a fragile state that can't help but break apart on the very next song.

The haunted, Aphex Twin-sampling "Blame Game" bottoms out with a verse in which Kanye's voice is sped up, slowed down and stretched out. The effect is almost psychotic, suggesting three or four inner monologues fighting over smashed emotions. It's one of many moments on the record where West manipulates his vocals. Whether funneling some of his best-ever rhymes through a tinny, Strokes-like filter on "Gorgeous" or making himself wail like a dying cyborg in the final minutes of "Runaway", he uses studio wizardry to draw out his multitudes. Tellingly, though, he doesn't get the last word on the album. That distinction goes to the sobering tones of Gil Scott-Heron's 1970 spoken-word piece "Comment #1", a stark take on the American fable. "All I want is a good home and a wife and children and some food to feed them every night," says Scott-Heron, bringing the fantasy to a close.

On "POWER", Kanye raps, "My childlike creativity, purity, and honesty is honestly being crowded by these grown thoughts/ Reality is catching up with me, taking my inner child, I'm fighting for custody." The lines nail another commonality between the rapper and his hero. Like Michael, Kanye's behavior-- from the poorly planned outbursts to the musical brilliance-- is wide-eyed in a way that most 33 year olds have long left behind. That naivety is routinely battered on Twisted Fantasy, yet it survives, better for the wear. With his music and persona both marked by a flawed honesty, Kanye's man-myth dichotomy is at once modern and truly classic. "I can't be everybody's hero and villain, savior and sinner, Christian and anti Christ!" he wrote earlier this month. That may be true, but he's more willing than anyone else to try.

Ryan Dombal, November 22, 2010
for pitchforkread the rest.

at some parts shallow but a shallowness full of honesty. all i can say is that even if we are or have been all over the place, there will come a time where we´ll have to choose.

HEALTH

2010-12-09T12:22:00.000-06:00

i´ve been doing my homework for tomorrows HEALTH thing, turns out i´m a fan, so this post is for any other fan or curious lad that may happen to be wandering around out there.

if someone has a question they´d like to ask them, post it on my comments and i´ll include it in my interview. it´s probably a bit late, but maybe someone out there stumbles upon i´ll be your mirror.

i´ll be checking until tomorrow around 6 pm.

____________

mañana estaré entrevistando a HEALTH, si eres fan, este post es para ti, sí tú...
si tienes alguna pregunta que le quieras hacer a esta agrupación posteamela en los comments y la incluyo.

estaré checando los comments hasta mañana alrededor de las 6 pm.

PFAS

2010-12-07T19:46:00.000-06:00

someone out of the 10 people that read this, might have seen on my profile that there´s a link to a new site. all that means is that i´ve begun a collaboration with PFAS, a music blog that used to be also known as pretty fresh all stars. it includes stuff other music blogs include, the interesting detail is to give viewers/readers a behind the scenes look at what bands are doing in mexico, either if they´re international or local, take that visit and create something brand spanking new.

hecho en mexico.

check out the teaser.
and stay plugged in, i´ll be interviewing HEALTH on friday.

PFAS Teaser from Jose Manuel Espínola on Vimeo.

undeadness

2010-11-22T14:34:00.001-06:00

"you like me more than you think you do"

2010-11-17T00:42:00.001-06:00

saw greenberg after a while of posting about the soundtrack. the whole movie seems to fit james murphy´s loosing my edge dilema.
strange how many friends, acquaintances, mental pictures, and pure assumptions of people i know and don´t made an appearance... bits of myself too.

below excerpts from a article james murphy wrote for a literary magazine called fivedials.

I’m interested in the way the cynical can be turned optimistic and the optimistic cynical, and what’s most interesting to me is a song that contains some sort of argument with loss.

Funny-sad is way more sad.

‘I wish I was like a real writer.’ They don’t realize that real writers are just as hapless. They just know that feeling: they’re doing it and I’m not.

Why does anything return? Maybe for that strange, unstable, psychotic reason people are happy and satisfied and feel cool, even for a moment.

if you´re interested in reading the rest download number 13.

i guess that makes murphy´s lyrics interesting and greenberg a personal pastiche on a whole bunch of people i know, or think i know.. the truth is that it´s all so damn pessimistic. the other day i was listening to this is it after a couple of months of giving it a rest, i rediscovered murphy trashes just about everything, and leaves little room for rebuttal, just when you´re about to hate him, he sets in phrases of revindication.

you might forget, forget a sound of a voice
still you should not forget, yeah, don´t forget...
the things that we laughed about

i know, i may not have lived as much, but how is expecting the worse, being cynical, living attached to our hang-ups (until our hang-ups actually make us believe we´ve become them) gonna make anything else better? is surving on one single phrase going to cut it? we already know shitty things will always come our way, i suck at math, but what i do know is the average of the better would win. i also know that every time i write or speak about murphy it seems like i dislike him, i actually don´t, i admire his dialectic.

a lot of people out there are or were afraid of turning into a good/"good" person, a good father, mother, husband, sister, brother, blank. the reality is that we all have to try harder. and if we at least try, i think it´ll be ok.

you

2010-11-16T19:30:00.000-06:00

i was looking forward to hearing this during their set, and i did... way better live.
stay tuned we´re hoping to bring them back soon.

exhibit c.

2010-11-16T18:38:00.000-06:00

i kind of thought twice after my friend came up and asked, "do you want to host a band for sonorama?".. hmm not so sure i´d like to spend my birthday weekend "working". i thought about it for 5 min. and concluded that i should get out of my comfort zone... my friend asked which band i wanted to show mexico to (even though brief), i responded "prefuse 73"...
an ex introduced me to their music a couple of years back and i´d fallen for it, in some way it had opened my musical universe and parallel to that, soundtracked an important time during college.
i´m weak when it comes to nostalgia.

from meeting them, to getting a feel of each of their particular personalities, to the mezcal, félix, sonorama, to casa roma (newly named casa 73), cypress hill, pulque, to bday crew via insurgentes, repeat on jay electronica, coyoacan, some insane live music band, to more mezcal, to things just fitting.
and basically, really cool, extremely talented people doing what they love for a living, and doing it OH SO WELL.
"super no joke".

for you

a beautiful mine

2010-11-16T18:18:00.000-06:00

i had no idea this was rj´s, as he began his set on saturday at sonorama it was pretty obvious, obviously.
a couple of us went for goodbye dinner on sunday night, he sat in front of me and i asked if he was into the show, we both agreed the dynamic had totally changed during season 4... that we had to wait and see if don´s shift from being oblivious was going to add an interesting punch. 5 will tell.

a part from that, conversation ranged from how to make homemade espresso, homemade synths, boardwalk empire, and how not to spend more than 5 hours in a car while you´re on tour.

rjd2

SONORAMA

2010-11-04T20:01:00.000-06:00

this is going to be INSANE.

ok, hoy me comentaron como van a estar los escenarios:

ROJO

KORN headlineando para todos aquellos fans, tocará un set completo como de hora y media, dos aprox.
CYPRESS HILL
EL TRI
RESORTE
CARTEL DE SANTA
VICTIMAS DEL DOCTOR CEREBRO
A PLACE TO BURY STRANGERS
HONG KONG BLOOD OPERA

ANÁLOGO

CHRIS CUNNINGHAM
NORTEC COLLECTIVE / CLOROFILA + BAC
PREFUSE 73
RJD2
ADDICTIVE TV
LOS AMIGOS INVISIBLES
THE OCTOPUS PROJECT
SILVERIO

RED BULL

YOKOZUNA
DESCARTES A KANT
VICENTE GAYO
LAWSON

NUEVOS TALENTOS

ANSIA
RUIDO ROSA
3 DUDES AND A MULLET
VESSPA
LOS DRAMA QUEERS

BOLETOS AQUÍ.

MÁS INFO. SONORAMA.

pretend the devil isn´t real

2010-11-03T12:10:00.000-06:00

i can´t believe how good he is.
memory tapes tops my 2009, 2010 favorite list by far.

If we're talking in generalizations, two other artists that you might lump in with Neon Indian, Washed Out, and Toro Y Moi are Memory Tapes (a.k.a. Dayve Hawk) and Pictureplane (a.k.a. Travis Edegy), though these two probably stand furthest from the stylistic center of the batch. Hawk is the former frontman of indie-rock group Hail Social, but his solo material—which occasionally appears under the names Memory Cassette and Weird Tapes—is decidedly more enigmatic and introverted. His cut-and-paste style, which pulls from funk and dance-pop, is usually set over ambient haze and sounds best as internal, headphone music. On last year's Seek Magic, ambient soundscapes split time with New Orderisms, but the album mostly feels unattached to a particular genre.

an interesting article via xlr8r that breaks down the whole witchhouse, lo-fi, glo-fi subgenre and how different bands from all over emerged last year and coincidently coincided with a similar sound. attributing influences to boards of canada, "grandfather" ariel pink, and panda bear.

running out of you

2010-11-03T11:52:00.000-06:00

i´d heard a couple of songs by keep shelly in athens a couple of months back, running out of you fits november 3rd´s mood. there´s not much to read about them even though they´ve been posted on a couple of pages, except that they are in fact from greece and they just realeased their first EP, in love with dusk..

to catch a thief

2010-11-02T00:06:00.000-06:00

after centuries (about a month) of not listening to any new anythings, sports came along and sparked my interest once more.

SHE

2010-10-31T06:15:00.000-06:00

amongst the loveliest people i´ve ever met...

i will admit, i made an absolute fool of myself... but the embarrassment was well worth it knowing she´s accompanied me into a land of despair, joy (trite, i know) and beautifulness...
but most of all beautifulness.

leslie, you deserve every good thing that´s waiting for you, and so but so much more.

next time, which i doubt there will be, i hope i can manage to act cooler.

aire

2010-10-26T00:20:00.000-05:00

if a soundtrack to your most mind blowing daydream, best dream, and worst nightmare existed, air would be behind it.

sound

2010-10-17T23:15:00.000-05:00

surreal is what this week (year) could be described as. "if only i could make people as happy as i´m feeling right this instant" is what i thought to myself while arcade fire was in the middle of rebellion.

i guess as we grow, we start making up an almanac of memories filled with melodies, scents, songs, temperatures the wind has rolled against your skin, the type of light the sun gave off on certain days, special spots, streets, texts, tastes... this week was all about opening the almanac.

arcade fire, bachelorette party, airwaves, foals, interpol, and pixies later, sunday came and as i left my apartment to take a walk; the walk, the sky, the cold air, felt so familiar that it all made me smile.

we all have specific songs that produce a certain type of chemistry, somehow they become intertwined in our brain, or in our heart, or somewhere we can´t even name. all of a sudden you´re floating in the middle of a sea of people singing to the same song, same letters, different sounds, different feelings, but essentially same page in that invisible recollection of a place without time or space.

this week was rebellion, spanish sahara, la la love, and caribou.
i have to mention that i touched yannis philippakis shoulder as he was finishing the concert, all this happened after falling in love with his voice, his beard, and his ability to climb metal towers. i know, i´m embarrassing, it´s like a phenomenon, going to a concert or going to a festival, being collectivly anonymous, something coming alive that either transforms people into what they really are or what they would like to be.

this entry is a tribute to some of those songs and bands i´ve had the inmense priveledge to stand in front of.

la la love and caribou are tied.

damn you

2010-10-13T00:46:00.003-05:00

existentialism, or spirituality, or whatever this is.

amor

2010-10-13T00:46:00.001-05:00

love is the only phenomenon that destroys space, distance, and time.
love´s chemistry is waiting to be comprehended. physicists are occupied with space and time, and yet they still haven´t understood that there´s more to existence, where space and time disappear.
maybe science won´t be able to understand it. maybe it´s beyond sciences´ scope. but it isn´t far away from poetry or spirituality. it isn´t far away from meditation. it isn´t far away from each individual who is willing to dissolve itself in it.
science continues to be a distant eco, while love turns into the only reality.

one cannot prove love, one can only experiment it.

osho.