8.23.2010
8.20.2010
8.15.2010
magical... musical... matchless...
Cuando calienta el sol aquí en la playa
siento tu cuerpo vibrar cerca de mí...
Es tu palpitar, es tu cara, es tu pelo
son tus besos, me estremezco, o o o...
Cuando calienta el sol aquí en la playa
siento tu cuerpo vibrar cerca de mí...
Es tu palpitar, tu recuerdo, mi locura,
mi delirio, me estremezco, o o o...
cuando calienta el sol
cuando calienta el sol
...
Amor, estoy solo aquí en la playa
es el sol quien me acompaña
y me quema
y me quema
y me quema...
8.14.2010
decisive century
Martine's Legs. 1967 (©Henri Cartier-Bresson)"Henri Cartier-Bresson: The Modern Century" through October 3 @ The Art Institute of Chicago
8.13.2010
en el palomar
Joseph Schmidt, Tenor
Orchester der Städt. Oper Berlin, 1930
Chubby Checker, early 1960s
Los Panchos, Billy Vaughn Orchestra, Dean Martin, Elvis Presley ... late 1950s
Les Robots, siglo xxi
Cuando salí de La Habana
válgame Dios....
Nadie me ha visto salir
si no fui yo.
...
Si a tu ventana llega
una paloma
trátala con cariño
que es mi persona...
Orchester der Städt. Oper Berlin, 1930
Chubby Checker, early 1960s
Los Panchos, Billy Vaughn Orchestra, Dean Martin, Elvis Presley ... late 1950s
Les Robots, siglo xxi
Cuando salí de La Habana
válgame Dios....
Nadie me ha visto salir
si no fui yo.
...
Si a tu ventana llega
una paloma
trátala con cariño
que es mi persona...
8.10.2010
alguna vez, la pobre, estuvo viva...
POEMAS DE VOCES 1, originally uploaded by Orlando Luis Pardo Lazo @ Lunes de Post-Revolución
RÉQUIEM
Jesús Díaz
Esta ciudad nació de la sal del puerto
y allí creció caliente, deschavada,
el sexo abierto al mar
el clítoris guiando a los marinos
como un faro de luz en la bahía.
Y dentro el Barrio Chino, Tropicana,
Floridita, Alí Bar, Los Aires Libres,
orquestas de mujeres musicando
un chachachá bailado por marcianos.
Hablaba, bozalona,
en una turbia mezcla de yoruba y castilla,
de calé y catalán, de bable y congo,
y todo ese patois, ese creole,
ese rico esperanto entreverado
de algarabías moras, chácharas cantonesas,
jerosolimitanas jergas de judíos,
bárbaro spanglish de bares y bayuses.
Atarantada, confundía libaneses con turcos,
asturianos y vascos con gallegos,
israelitas de Ucrania con polacos,
y todos juntos y a la vez gritando
en mesas de manteles de mal gusto
cubiertos con tamales amarillos,
grises cangrejos, rojos camarones,
blanquísimos arroces machihembrados
públicamente con frijoles negros,
plátanos como vergas y de postre
una papaya abierta como un reto,
un gran habano y un buche de café,
infusión preferida de Satán, negra y humeante.
Experta en contrabandos se vestía
con brandys, sedas chinas,
o bien andaba en rones o en harapos
y rezaba el domingo de mañana
en iglesias de un gótico mendaz,
falso románico, columnatas barrocas
sosteniendo el tramposo art nouveau de las mansiones.
Acomplejada, impúdica, ridícula,
disfrutaba de un oscuro placer
impersonando a putas más famosas:
en su bahía un Cristo gris,
contaminado por los lentos vapores de la fiesta.
Allá, en el vientre, un Prado de juguete,
un vacuo Capitolio y rascacielos
que no tocaron nunca el culo de las nubes.
Pavorreal del trópico extasiado
en los vitrales y ocelos de su cola reflejada en el mar,
graznaba a prima su profundo dolor
radioescuchando novelones,
serpientes de la desesperanza inventada por ella
que recorrían el mundo proclamando
la maldad insaciable de los hombres.
Luego, en las noches,
sacaba los colmillos de vampira
para elevar un himno a las trucidaciones
con letra y música de La Guantanamera.
Y ya en las madrugadas
se jugaba a la suerte hasta las nalgas
que solía perder con gran contento.
Se entregaba a gozar y a raros ritos
y amanecía bailando, la cabrona,
boleros, mambos, rumbas,
en bembés, cocktail parties y saraos,
saturnales del diablo, su ángel más venerado.
Nada la conmovía, ni siquiera
la sangre que sus hijos ofrendaron
asaltando el Palacio del Tirano.
Siguió carnavaleando, se diría
que nadie hubiera podido enamorarla,
apagarle la música y dejarla
como una esposa fiel, tan tranquilita.
Poco después bajaron los guerreros
recitando ¿qué décimas,
qué epitalamios, silvas, madrigales,
para hacerla olvidar siglos de rumba?
¿Con qué wemba lograron hechizarla?
Se enamoró de la virtud como una puta.
Pidió perdón hincada de rodillas
para expiar sus múltiples pecados.
Sacrificó sus congas, sus mentiras,
sus jabones de olor, sus fruslerías,
sus lujurias, pasiones, arrebatos.
Comió en mesa frugal un par de huevos.
Gritó pura y feliz hasta quedarse ronca.
Hizo una cola larga, interminable,
y sólo a su pesar, algunas veces,
metida con un santo o con un macho
sufrió las delirantes nostalgias del bembé.
No bastó aquella entrega.
Los hijos de la puta, nosotros, sus bastardos,
la negamos tres veces. Ya no tuvo
pinturita de uñas, ni siquiera
un buchito de alcohol de reverbero
que llevarse a la boca en sus delirios.
Y si gritó de sed, no la escuchamos.
Andábamos clamando por el mundo
como una llamarada de pureza.
Casi murió de lepra, las legañas
nos la dejaron ciega, el gran silencio
le produjo sordera, el desamor
le descarnó los labios, la demencia
le arrancó los cabellos, la tristeza
le fue secando el sexo. Una mañana
la fealdad la asesinó del todo.
Queda tan solo un triste simulacro:
este fantasma de una vieja puta
o de una virgen tuerta y sin altar,
estos, Fabios, ¡ay dolor!, que ves agora,
campos de soledad, mustio collado,
pasto para turistas
que recorren las ruinas murmurando:
“Dice que fue candela,
que encendía el rumbón con la cintura,
que alguna vez, la pobre, estuvo viva”.
fotos de OLPL @ BoringHomeUtopics
8.08.2010
sinCLAVE noHAYson
Photo Gallery: The sounds of Salsa fade from Havana Photographs by David Burnett / Contact Press Images for TIME
The island nation's heroic music struggles to be heard in a cacophony of rock, reggaeton, and politics...
Oscar Muñoz, photographed with his family on a highway near his hometown of Santa Clara, is the lead singer of Los Reyes '73 (SEE BELOW), once one of the top bands in Cuba. Many of the original band members have left the country, but the group carries on with new members.
Can Music Save Cuba? @TIME by Nathan Thornburgh / Havana Wednesday, Nov. 26, 2008
Oscar sees his current band's mission as simple: defending the Cuban sound. In 10 to 15 years, adds the bandleader Jesús, there won't be any Cuban music left on the island. It will all be in foreign countries, stagnant nostalgia acts like the kind that spun off from the Buena Vista Social Club album. That seems a dire prediction, but a Thursday night in Havana makes you wonder how Cuban music will survive. On Avenue G, the roqueros gather to get high and watch rock videos on makeshift outdoor screens. On the Malecón in front of a gas station, a band called Aria thrashes out garage rock for a small crowd outside while upstairs at the Jazz Café a saxophone player named César López heats up the stage with squealing Ornette Coleman riffs. More ominous to the salseros is the Riviera, Meyer Lansky's citadel to Vegas chic in Havana. The Cuban-music venue inside is shuttered, but in the front bar, there's house music mmph-ing loudly, and there's a line of wealthy young Cubans waiting to get inside--girls in high heels and pert dresses, guys with Kanye West shades and perfectly pressed wide collars. These smart-set Habaneros are called Mickeys because, people like to say, they live in a cartoon world....
SIGUE AQUÍ
The island nation's heroic music struggles to be heard in a cacophony of rock, reggaeton, and politics...
Oscar Muñoz, photographed with his family on a highway near his hometown of Santa Clara, is the lead singer of Los Reyes '73 (SEE BELOW), once one of the top bands in Cuba. Many of the original band members have left the country, but the group carries on with new members.
Can Music Save Cuba? @TIME by Nathan Thornburgh / Havana Wednesday, Nov. 26, 2008
Oscar sees his current band's mission as simple: defending the Cuban sound. In 10 to 15 years, adds the bandleader Jesús, there won't be any Cuban music left on the island. It will all be in foreign countries, stagnant nostalgia acts like the kind that spun off from the Buena Vista Social Club album. That seems a dire prediction, but a Thursday night in Havana makes you wonder how Cuban music will survive. On Avenue G, the roqueros gather to get high and watch rock videos on makeshift outdoor screens. On the Malecón in front of a gas station, a band called Aria thrashes out garage rock for a small crowd outside while upstairs at the Jazz Café a saxophone player named César López heats up the stage with squealing Ornette Coleman riffs. More ominous to the salseros is the Riviera, Meyer Lansky's citadel to Vegas chic in Havana. The Cuban-music venue inside is shuttered, but in the front bar, there's house music mmph-ing loudly, and there's a line of wealthy young Cubans waiting to get inside--girls in high heels and pert dresses, guys with Kanye West shades and perfectly pressed wide collars. These smart-set Habaneros are called Mickeys because, people like to say, they live in a cartoon world....
SIGUE AQUÍ
gushing revolutionary... again
me cansé te dije... ya me cansé de hablar y de tanto esperar... no quiero verte más ... sé que no cambiarás...
8.07.2010
GdlPaDmAn@MAM
Guerra de la Paz
Male Torso 1, 2009/2010 pillows, shoulder pads, deconstructed garments, rope, thread, steel
New Work Miami 2010 @
Miami Art Museum through October 17, 2010
8.05.2010
mormon mOCHO!
Ruling against Prop. 8 could lead to federal precedent on gay marriage
´bout time... now, all the way to the Supremes... a ver cómo la cantan... stop! (la hipocresía) in the name of love...
California ruling puts Obama on spot POLITICO
the FEDS are coming.... in more ways than one...
Why Legal Team Behind Proposition 8 Failed
Politics Daily
Judge Walker's landmark 136-page ruling HERE
TOP TEN "points of light":
2. "California has no interest in asking gays and lesbians to change their sexual orientation or in reducing the number of gays and lesbians in California."
3. "Same-sex couples are identical to opposite-sex couples in the characteristics relevant to the ability to form successful marital unions. Like opposite-sex couples, same-sex couples have happy, satisfying relationships and form deep emotional bonds and strong commitments to their partners."
4. "Marrying a person of the opposite sex is an unrealistic option for gay and lesbian individuals."
5. "The availability of domestic partnership does not provide gays and lesbians with a status equivalent to marriage because the cultural meaning of marriage and its associated benefits are intentionally withheld from same-sex couples in domestic partnerships."
6. "Permitting same-sex couples to marry will not affect the number of opposite-sex couples who marry, divorce, cohabit, have children outside of marriage or otherwise affect the stability of opposite-sex marriages."
7. "Proposition 8 places the force of law behind stigmas against gays and lesbians, including: gays and lesbians do not have intimate relationships similar to heterosexual couples; gays and lesbians are not as good as heterosexuals; and gay and lesbian relationships do not deserve the full recognition of society."
8. "Proposition 8 increases costs and decreases wealth for same sex couples because of increased tax burdens, decreased availability of health insurance and higher transactions costs to secure rights and obligations typically associated with marriage."
9. "Proposition 8 singles out gays and lesbians and legitimates their unequal treatment. Proposition 8 perpetuates the stereotype that gays and lesbians are incapable of forming long-term loving relationships and that gays and lesbians are not good parents."
10. "The gender of a child's parent is not a factor in a child's adjustment. The sexual orientation of an individual does not determine whether that individual can be a good parent. Children raised by gay or lesbian parents are as likely as children raised by heterosexual parents to be healthy, successful and well-adjusted."
Even if the appellate courts ultimately find that Walker got his legal analysis wrong, they cannot wash away what same-sex marriage proponents surely will call these 10 "points of light." Based upon those findings -- based upon the utter lack of a rebuttal by opponents of same-sex marriage -- Walker concluded that Prop 8 was so blatantly unconstitutional that it could not pass muster under any of the relevant legal standards that judges routinely apply in these cases -- even the one called "rational basis," which is a very low bar indeed. This was a rout, in other words, and there is virtually nothing in the language of Walker's ruling that suggests otherwise.
8.04.2010
íconos del cubimontón
Hero.Leader.God by Alexander Kosolapov
hoy en tumiamiblog
un texto de om ulloa
hace poco me invitaron a un almuerzo cumpleañero en un restaurante argentino lúgubre y oscuro en medio de uno de los barrios iluminados de la ciudad de los vientos. con el olor a carne al carbón flotando en la brisa veraniega, justo al cruzar el umbral del lugar los ojos se me achicaron mientras tanteaba con esta pupila incierta y con aquella insomne las figuras allí reunidas. tanto sol y ligera brisa fresca afuera y aquí pura penumbra y fresco falso, pienso y casi choco con una pared repleta de fotos de Evita. repleta replata repluta, replica mi ira. doy el saludo formal a los que ya esperan con paciencia en la mesa. me siento, agarro un pancito caliente y lo embarro de chimichurri. distraída mastico y admiro las sombras de los peatones en la calle que se adivinan distorsionadas por las vaporosas cortinas. “aquí hace falta luz”, le digo al camarero que me sirve agua. “oscurito mejor, para crear ambiente”, me dice distante. lo miro casi bizca de tanto forzar la vista. “¿ambiente de qué, viejo, a las tres de la tarde?”, contesto pero me ignora. el vino es bueno, me informa alguien, aunque no lo bebo. siguen llegando comensales y no aparece la festejada, quien nunca peca de puntual. en la mesa hay colombianos, argentinos, peruanos y mexicanos, como siempre aglutinados todos por esas circunstancias interminables y tan nuestras (en su sentido “continental”) que al imperio nos traen. alguien me roza un brazo y me dice que me quiere “introducir” —léase “presentar”— a una compatriota. me sorprendo del uso de tal sustantivo porque el desverbo ya ni me espanta. es extraño encontrar de ésos por aquí así que me levanto y voy al encuentro con la esperanza de que sea una compo(to)ta de exquisita fruta bomba —léase papaya— o una champo(to)la de chirimoya aromática. es, cuando me la “introducen”, una muchacha de unos treinta y pico con cara rosada y bonachona heredada de algún antepasado gallego y pelo rizado de otro “antepisado” de un poco más al sur. “ah, tú eres la cubana”, me dice sonriente. tratando de ser lo que no acostumbro ni intentar —cordial—, estiro la mano y apenas toco la suya con el pánico a los gérmenes que a estas alturas de pandemias inconclusas me ha entrado, saciada de suciedades y saudades. con prisa digo uno de mis nombres de vocales y diptongos. la muchacha me mira sin mucha sorpresa y tan campante dice: “ay, encantada. yo soy Mislenin”. ...
SIGUE AQUÍ en tumiamiblog
8.03.2010
7.31.2010
sloopyHangON: coverHeaven
The McCoys, the version that made it famous ...1965
Arsenio Rodriguez´s Cuban Sloopy ... the most original
The Smashing Pumpkins... the "They should´ve NOT even bothered" version
The Supremes, the Motown version
The Yardbirds, the sixties best rockiest
Ramsey Lewis, the funkiest jazziest
WIKIfacts: "Hang On Sloopy" is a song by the pop group The McCoys which was #1 in America in October 1965 and is the official rock song of the state of Ohio and The Ohio State University. It was written by Wes Farrell and Bert Russell and is named for singer Dorothy Sloop (1913-1998), who used the name "Sloopy" on stage.
The song was originally titled "My Girl Sloopy" and was first recorded by The Vibrations in 1964 on Atlantic Records (45-2222), becoming a top thirty hit. It was the title track of a live 1965 recording (released on Rhapsody in 1966) by the Ramsey Lewis Trio which earned a gold record. It has also been recorded by The Ventures (Liberty 1965) as well as by Arseno Rodriguez (Bang 1966), The Supremes (Motown 1966), The Kingsmen (WAND 1966), Little Caesar and the Consuls, The Yardbirds, Saving Jane, Jan & Dean (Liberty-LP "Folk'n'Roll" 1965), David Porter (Enterprise "Into A Real Thing" 1971) and Die Toten Hosen (2002). It has also been performed by Johnny Thunders and the Oddballs in a medley with "Louie Louie" and can be heard on the "Add Water and Stir" live Japan bootleg.
Arsenio Rodriguez´s Cuban Sloopy ... the most original
The Smashing Pumpkins... the "They should´ve NOT even bothered" version
The Supremes, the Motown version
The Yardbirds, the sixties best rockiest
Ramsey Lewis, the funkiest jazziest
WIKIfacts: "Hang On Sloopy" is a song by the pop group The McCoys which was #1 in America in October 1965 and is the official rock song of the state of Ohio and The Ohio State University. It was written by Wes Farrell and Bert Russell and is named for singer Dorothy Sloop (1913-1998), who used the name "Sloopy" on stage.
The song was originally titled "My Girl Sloopy" and was first recorded by The Vibrations in 1964 on Atlantic Records (45-2222), becoming a top thirty hit. It was the title track of a live 1965 recording (released on Rhapsody in 1966) by the Ramsey Lewis Trio which earned a gold record. It has also been recorded by The Ventures (Liberty 1965) as well as by Arseno Rodriguez (Bang 1966), The Supremes (Motown 1966), The Kingsmen (WAND 1966), Little Caesar and the Consuls, The Yardbirds, Saving Jane, Jan & Dean (Liberty-LP "Folk'n'Roll" 1965), David Porter (Enterprise "Into A Real Thing" 1971) and Die Toten Hosen (2002). It has also been performed by Johnny Thunders and the Oddballs in a medley with "Louie Louie" and can be heard on the "Add Water and Stir" live Japan bootleg.
7.30.2010
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