Tiresias

Delante del hecho de ti
All possibilities, are realised
Delante del hecho de ti

Shall we make a plan,
To see each other next week?

Today i walked past a Crazy Man in the street
Clicking his fingers
as he talked to himself about you.

Do you bore, like a teapot,
Of filling and being filled
Simultaeneously?

You have pushed my teeth apart with your perfect teeth.
have unzipped your leather jacket,
have dropped your flowery dress at your feet.

Tiresias, The lack in me.
Is not what you desire.
Is there no lack in you?
No bald spot.
No gap in your smile
?

To you, the giving of gifts
Is a quaint tradiition.
lightly ridiculous:

As you give you take
as you wax you wane
as you surge you lull.

Yours is not the simple dichotomy
Of dark and light.

Yours is not cohabitation, nor metaphysics.

You are a new moon.
Sickle sharp and dropping
a fingernail of light over

Wolves. Sheep and men
below you on the black and white fields

SCARS

In cocaine users i've heard,
that the heart is scarred from years of attacks
so small you never notice.

The surgeon left a con-trail from your ribcage to your pubis.
on either side the staples, mark cats eyes
to the white line.

what i did today.

to say i woke up would be a total overstatement. I've been destroyed by a hangover all day, after getting welcomed back to madrid in the madrid way. going from bar to street to bar to atm to bar to street to club. Walking back through Sol, I heard the clock on the Casa de Correos chime, and remember trying really hard to count the chimes as i couldnt make out the hands on the clock face. I think there were 5 of them, but i'm not sure. I know i fell asleep fully clothed and with the light on. So today i did a bit of organising, took flo's bike to the bike repair shop, who told me that they wouldn't even look at it (wtf), got the number of some place in Embajadores who will (i still don't really understand why they said no...) so i'm doing that tomorrow morning. Oh and i started a band. They're called Gifted Children, which everyone thinks is a shitty name (apart from me) and so far the members are 2, me and garage band. But still, it's a better name than cock biscuit, and it's fitting cause my little sister just got 11 a stars in her gcse's. So yeah, well done her, and welcome back to madrid for everyone. It feels good you know, a ton of work to do, good people. I think what's left of 2009 is going to be great. 

here i am, if you are a girl or a teenage boy who plays the drums please get in touch. 

http://www.myspace.com/thosegiftedchildren

 

O.M.G.I.M.Y.

IT WAS THE FIRST DAY OF 

YOUR NEW JOB AT THE ART GALLERY

ALL THAT MORNING

I'D BEEN BURNING TOAST

AND MAROONING BARELY SMOKED CIGARETTES

ON THE EDGES OF ASHTRAYS

MY WHOLE DESK 

WAS LIKE THE BREAKFAST TABLE

OF THE MARIE CELESETE

I WAS LOOKING FOR SOMETHING ONLINE

BUT FORGOT WHAT IT WAS SO I 

CLICKED THE LINK TO YOUR BLOG

YOUR FACE

WAS ON  THE SCREEN

NEXT TO A YOSHIMOTO NARA POSTCARD

OH MY GOD I MISS YOU IT SAID

I MISTOOK YOUR HONESTY 

FOR SOMETHING TACKY

THE REFLECTED SUNLIGHT OFF THE WAVES

BUT NOT THE DEEP BLUE AND GREEN GREY.

Sin Señal

Forget Me Not

A few years ago I started reading Iris Murdoch’s the Sea the Sea, and put it down 40 minutes later cause it was boring as all hell. From what I remembered the protagonist was some old woman who was dying and lived in a lighthouse. Or maybe I’m getting it mixed up with another book by another woman writer who I haven’t read all the way through. Anyway, this week I picked up The Sandcastle, which does what indie bands do, which is choose a title for a record based on one conciet that occurs about a third of the way through. The more I think about it the more I hate it when people do that. It smacks of deliberatley trying to find a title and meaning for your product, which is ok in itself, but then when they sort of deliberatley obscure it seems smug somehow.

There’s a band from the UK called Gentle Friendly who I liked when I saw them supporting Ponytail (who I didn’t like) and listening to their tape (which I cant even remeber the title of) I like more and more, despite them having the worst band name since the Artic Monkeys. Actually Gentle friendly is better than The Artic Monkeys but only just.

There’s nothing particularly secretive about what GF do. It’s a casio, a loopstation, a couple of mics, a delay and a distortion pedal,and live, a drum kit. And it sounds like that. It’s lo-fi that takes the end result seriously but not the process. I wish more bands went about composing the same way.

The sandcastle great for the first third, but I’m still waiting for some great psycho-social revelation about 1950’s england. So far, all we’ve had is adultery and cricket.

Hyperbole

Ohhhh shit Kingdom just reclaimed the word ‘banger’.

Mindreader is the dance track that is always secretly in yr head when you go to all those trendy DJ nights to see someone like Aeroplane and make all the wrong drinks choices, and don’t really dance and neglect to take it any further than a shy look at the only girl in the place you half fancied.
It’s 1991 ibza and 1996 Mampi Swift and 2001 Ciara and 2007 Crystal Castles, and it’s huge like a blue whale or the sky, or GDP of Luxembourg..

What the fuck is going on at Acephale? After putting the sound of a guilty coked up
wank over yr flatmates girlfriend on tape with SALEM, and changing one o clock in the morning forever with CFCF they go and hand the rest of the summer to you on a fucking plate. Or rather on one of 500 limited edition vinyls that you can only get at like 4 recod shops in the whole world. I’ve never met these guys but I imagine it’s like shaking hands with a Van de Graf Generator.

No you can't hear it.

The View From Here

On a thursday night 2 maybe 3 weeks ago i DJ'd at a friends party in a karaoke bar in a car park. I also lost my phone within 5 minutes of walking in which has left me excomunicado for the last bit. (I'm not greatly bothered by this, but i should probably look into sorting it out soon). The idea behind the party was to have a few different dj's playing four or five tracks in in rotation. The only problem was they'd booked about 10 people to play and hadn't really thought it through or cleared it properly with the people who's night it originally was. Whatever. So although i only played 3 tracks (Russ Chime's Afterburner, More Fire's Oi and DJ mania's Sobrevivente do Rave) i did get a chance to listen to everybody else play theirs. What surprised me is that it was almost exclusively italo and electro. There isn't even a club that plays italo in Madrid, and all of these kids from supposedly different scenes had exactly the same fucking records. It was a bit weird, but i guess you had to be there.
Even more surprisingly for me was that the musical highlight of the evening was hearing Tom Tom Club's Genius of Love. I felt like i was 14 and Jason from Freeboy had just put on Dweeb's cover of Beat Me, at the Mad Sheep Club. (yes that's what cambridge's indie disco was called). I'd totally forgotten what an amazing track it is.
Anyway, possibly because of the astrological phenomena surrounding 2012 facilitating synchronicity as a sign of the human race's impending evolution, but more likely because she's got good taste and works in a record label, my friend Ana has just released a track that sounds more than a little like Genius. It's called San Valentin and is as poppy as a whole sachet of Fizz Wizz washed down with orange fanta, but i can't stop listening to it.

www.myspace.com/holasoylindamirada

ROMAN HOLIDAY

(i'm posting this here because i don't think it can go on viceland with the esperanza aguirre libel, and i cant be bothered to work it much more)

My buddy Jared from the terribly titled, but fairly excellent house music blog FuckYouOnFriday posted the new Doves track Kingdom Of Rust with a satellite picture of Spain. Yeah I know, doves, whatever, but the second bit is spot on, and here’s why.
Let’s put aside the rampant favouritism, internal dealing, and the lack of distinction between public and private money for certain members of certain political parties and focus on yet another bent public service, the police force.

Last week 2 secret policemen called me an asshole and threatened to arrest me for harbouring ilegal immigrants. I found out later that they’d been staking out my building for 4 hours while my 2 fully legal romanian cleaning ladies did what I pay them to do, washing my cummy sheets, sweeping up fag ash off the floor, putting books back on the shelves and emptying ashtrays. Yeah, I know. I’m a pig.
The only time I had any idea of what was going on was when a fairly good looking 20 something dude with skinny jeans, a leather jacket and a beard knocked on my door, told me he was police and asked me if I lived alone. Which I do. 3 hours later I get called up on the intercom by his partner (bad cop) calling me a fucking retard for not telling them that the girls were inside.

I was a bit baffled by this, until today El Pais ran a story about how police forces are being given quotas of arrests they have to make. It’s part of a frankly racist crackdown on illegal immigrants. I’m not so naive as to suggest that there isn’t a link between immigrants and crime. If you have no papers and no money, it’s pretty obvious that in order to stay alive you’re going to have to do something shady. Whether this is out and out begging, fencing stolen goods, pushing top manta DVDs or drug dealing.

But it’s only when you realise how this policing is being done that you realise that the long arm of the law is actually a twisted tentacle made up of equal parts prejudice and boredom, reaching into our communities and fucking up lives without apology or restraints.
Acording to the article, a leaked internal memo describes how police are set targets on how many illegals they have to arrest each week in neighbourhoods based on the rate of “Problem delinquancy”, explicitily linking crime to immigration. The way this works is that an area with a high rate of delinquancy is set a higher quota than another. Vallecas for example was charged with 35 arrests in one week, with the memo further stating that if those arrests could not be made within the area, that police were authorised to venture into neighouring constituencies apparently at their whim.

What the fuck? What the fuck is going on, when not only anyone with dark skin can be explicitly linked to a rise in the crime rate, but can also be stopped and arrested because they look like illegals. How the fuck can you ‘look illegal’? does Esperanza Aguirre look illegal? Yeah, she actually sort of does. Bad example.

Not to mention the public funds spent on sending a team of undercover cops to stake out a building for 4 fucking hours because they ‘saw two girls who looked like gypsies’ go inside.

Yeah it’s a kingdom of rust alright. Totally fucking corrupt.