Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Medical Progress Herpes

The anger and musical ecstasy (racism and virtuosity)

I've been honing my ears in this pause in the harbor. I'm still writing in the manner of a script for a film x.

You read news on racism. There are polls on this, where people answer (and of course, we are all people, including us, the President of Peru, Thom Yorke, the baker, your mom) so, consider that a large percentage of racism, and when it is question one, if deemed racist, it says no. That is, there are racists, just not us. They are everywhere and no, we are not racists.

I was disturbed to read this post some time ago with a very illustrative video on what I have said: in Yani Blog.
Along the scandal generated by the attitude of Congresswoman Martha Hildebrandt he had several answers, it that particularly interests me.

remember virulent attacks (on blogs), for confined to such moves in the streets of Killka, the heart of downtown Lima. Because these streets are not (are not supposed to) academics, and other right-thinking people walking paradigms of the young intelligentsia). And normal, no one assumed that these attitudes is a despotism, because they have their defenses, operating in mental opening poses.

not talking about fans reggeton, than back to back are fascinated with symptomatic songs ("songs?) To listen to all corners of neighborhoods volume without altering the environment in their interest to the crash decibels / life .

Finally, we are free, let us be forever.

And no. Something stinks and it is precisely the offender on the run after stealing a bag with the salary of a quasi-retired centenary.





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Fide I said that Mrs. G would like to live in the era of the Beatles, when they had ideals and the youth was dreamer. So I thought about how in those times, we know that at first, parents told their children that the move of these pelucones was dangerous. Then would give the musical seduction. And come the Rolling Stones, the bad guys, the great bad guys of the time, now revived and unshakeable.

And forty years ago, jazz was viewed with contempt. Racism was implicit in the underestimation of what passing time would be a selected musical expression. Ironic. Today

tune without shame and even awards in major international events to music (music?) And songs ("songs?) With massive rattings the mess. Everything is disjointed and musically is also quite narrow. Only the narrow paradoxically succeeds. Apparently. And we know that appearances are deceiving.






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imagine G, Hey Jude love .



I like the elites that are extended to become solid blocks of immense energy, whether they moved dissidents who advocate big musical adventures, mental, physical. A thinker can trigger a move through meetings, talks, moves, debates, etc.


How about you? Do you have any ideal? Paradigms are they?





Thanking constant views to this port, which therefore remains vital, I dedicate this song. And that music gives us life: carpe diem. Forever.









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