Έβλεπε τα πρόσωπα τους αλλοιωμένα και δεν μπορούσε να αποκωδικοποιήσει τις λέξεις που έβγαιναν από τα παραμορφωμένα τους στόματα. Η μουσική ακουγόταν σαν ερχόταν από μια μακρινή έρημο με γαλαζοκόκκινη άμμο όπου ασημένια φίδια σχημάτιζαν αρχαία σύμβολα στην επιφάνεια της. Είχε χάσει την αίσθηση του χρόνου και του χώρου ενώ η προσοχή της είχε αιχμαλωτιστεί από τις χρωματιστές μορφές που έβλεπε να κινούνται μπροστά της. Είχε παρατήσει κάθε προσπάθεια να αποδώσει ένα ρεαλιστικό νόημα σε αυτά που δημιουργούσε το μυαλό της, αντίθετα άφησε αυτό το ζεστό συναίσθημα που ένιωθε σε ολόκληρο το σώμα της να αναλάβει την διαχείριση όλων των αισθήσεων που διέθετε. Ένιωθε την πλάτη της να βυθίζεται στον τοίχο που είχε ακουμπήσει, μια αίσθηση που σύντομα άρχισε να μεταδίδεται στα άκρα της σαν στρατιά μυρμηγκιών που παρελαύνουν στην κατακτημένη τους περιοχή. Μπροστά της είδε ένα πρόσωπο σαν μια φωτεινή και φευγαλέα σκιά, ένα πρόσωπο απόκοσμο αλλά και τόσο γνώριμο. Έκλεισε τα μάτια και άφησε τον εαυτό της να υπνωτιστεί από τον ξέφρενο χορό των χρωμάτων που διαδραματιζόταν κάτω από τα βλέφαρα της, καθώς ένιωθε το σώμα της να απορροφάται από τον τοίχο και το πάτωμα σαν μια ζεστή, υγρή μάζα.
Ελάχιστες φορές είχε νιώσει την ανάγκη να επικοινωνήσει με τους συγκάτοικους της κατά την διάρκεια των tea party που διοργάνωναν κάθε παρασκευή, χαμογέλασε καθώς κοίταξε την τσαγιέρα ακουμπισμένη στο κόκκινο τραπέζι μπροστά της. Θυμήθηκε τις πρώτες τις μέρες στο κοινόβιο και την απορία της σχετικά με τα tea parties που όλοι περίμεναν με ανυπομονησία. Μα γιατί tea party? είχε ρωτήσει με αφέλεια. Είναι φόρος τιμής για την επίσκεψη των σκαθαριών στα ανάκτορα και το τσάι που ήπιαν με την βασίλισσα, το οποίο εκτός από φρέσκα φύλλα πράσινου τσαγιού, περιείχε και μερικές σταγόνες υγροποιημένου lsd. Ήταν σίγουρη πως αυτό ήταν μια ιστορία που είχαν επινοήσει οι beatles για να αποτινάξουν από πάνω τους την εικόνα των clean cut boys που είναι αποδεκτοί ακόμα και από την βασίλισσα, αλλά δεν ήθελε να χαλάσει την φαντασίωση των φίλων της. Άλλωστε τι θα ήταν το rock and roll χωρίς τους μύθους του? Μύθους που οι αγαπημένοι της φίλοι έδειχναν να πιστεύουν με θρησκευτική ευλάβεια, ίσως αυτός ήταν ο λόγος που δεν μπορούσε να νιώσει οικειότητα μαζί τους. Η ακατανόητη εμμονή τους με την σημειολογία και την αισθητική μιας εποχής που είχε χαθεί εδώ και χρόνια. Αποφάσισε να ανέβει στην ταράτσα του σπιτιού και να απολαύσει τον
νυχτερινό ουρανό αψηφώντας το τσουχτερό κρύο.

Οι φίλοι του ούρλιαζαν για να μπορέσουν να ακουστούν πάνω από τον παραμορφωμένο χαοτικό θόρυβο που ξεχυνόταν από τα ηχεία και οι φωνές τους έμοιαζαν να ενώνονται σε ένα ιδεατό mash up με τα οργισμένα φωνητικά της noise punk μουσικής που είχαν διαλέξει για την μικρή τους συγκέντρωση. Εδώ και μέρες βρισκόταν στην ίδια ακριβώς κατάσταση, άυπνος από την χρήση speed, αμφεταμινών, μπύρας και φτηνού κρασιού. Κοίταξε γύρω του το δωμάτιο με τα μάτια του κόκκινα από την κούραση και τον πυκνό καπνό. Βιβλία, κουτάκια μπύρας, ρούχα και διάφορα κοινόχρηστα σκουπίδια σχημάτιζαν μια αλλοπρόσαλλη διακόσμηση προμελετημένης αταξίας. Παρατήρησε τους αφηνιασμένους του φίλους και χαμογέλασε καθώς σκέφτηκε την λέξη “προμελετημένη” που τόσο αυθόρμητα του ήρθε στο μυαλό. Ήταν άραγε όλα προμελετημένα? Τα ρούχα που φορούσαν, η μουσική που άκουγαν, τα βιβλία που διάβαζαν, οι ιδέες που κατοικούσαν κάτω από τις μοικάνες τους, όλα έμοιαζαν να δηλώνουν πιστή υποταγή σε άγραφους νόμους αισθητικής και συμπεριφοράς μιας εποχής που είχε οριστικά χαθεί. Η προσκόλληση τους με το παρελθόν έμοιαζε τόσο πολύ με αυτή των χίπηδων του διπλανού διαμερίσματος, που κάθε φορά που άκουγε τα χλευαστικά και ειρωνικά σχόλια των φίλων του για τους γραφικούς γείτονες αναρωτιόταν αν πραγματικά έχουν συναίσθηση της δικής τους κατάστασης. Αποφάσισε να ανέβει στην ταράτσα του σπιτιού και να απολαύσει τον νυχτερινό ουρανό αψηφώντας το τσουχτερό κρύο.

-Να φανταστώ πως έχετε tea party σήμερα
-Πως το κατάλαβες?
-Λίγο οι ψυχεδελικές μαλακίες που ακούγονται από το διαμέρισμα σας, λίγο η αηδιαστική μυρωδιά των αρωματικών στικς που καίτε από το απόγευμα. Άσε που θα ορκιζόμουν πως άκουσα τα δόντια σου να τρίζουν καθώς ανέβαινα τις σκάλες.
-Και τα δικά σου δεν πάνε πίσω, του αποκρίθηκε, απλά εγώ νόμιζα πως ο ήχος προερχόταν από την μουσική που ακούγεται από το δικό σας διαμέρισμα.
Εκείνος γέλασε τόσο δυνατά και αυθόρμητα που ένιωσε ενοχές για την προδοτική του στάση.
-Σκεφτόμουν πως θα ακουγόταν η μουσική αν ανάμεσα στα δυο διαμερίσματα παρεμβαλλόταν ένα τρίτο, της είπε
-Θα μπορούσαμε να κάνουμε ένα συγκρότημα και να το μάθουμε, του είπε γελώντας ειρωνικά
-Και πως θα λεγόμασταν?
-tea party
-Μπα είναι πιασμένο
-Τότε screaming tea party

http://www.myspace.com/screamingteaparty

… APARECEN LOS EMOS …

Se trata de una subcultura que nace en los Estados Unidos hacia 1980, localizado en Washignton DC. No nos referimos a la cultura emo apelando únicamente al término “estética” sino que se trata de una tribu urbana que persigue una fuerte filosofía. Esta tendencia nace como un genero musical post-hardcore que rápidamente debido al contenido emocional y expresivo de sus letras fue definido como emotional hardcore y, posteriormente, abreviado como emo-core. Su estilo musical deriva del hardcore punk con la diferencia de ser más lento y melódico. Se considera el nacimiento del género emo-core con el lanzamiento del disco “Rites of Spring” de la banda homónima en el año 1985.

Los seguidores de la cultura emo rápidamente comenzaron a masificarse y a buscar su propia identidad, que los diferenciase de otras tribus urbanas con las que tenían más de un punto de contacto pero que sentían ser sustancialmente diferentes como los punks y seguidores del grunge. Los emos son muy atacados por ser considerados como un flagelo social y, en ocasiones, por entender a esta cultura una máscara bajo la que ocultar la homosexualidad.

… FILOSOFÍA …

La subcultura emo se desarrolla generalmente entre jóvenes de trece/catorce años hasta principio de los veinte. Se caracterizan, generalmente,  por un sentimiento de nostalgia y melancolía. Entienden la vida como un sufrimiento y, por ello, tratan de esconderse bajo su indumentaria y aspecto físico. La idea principal es “sufrir por sufrir”. Sin embargo, esto no es aplicable a todos los jóvenes y adolescentes que optan por este tipo de vida. Por ello, es normal que muestren rasgos de apatía cuando se les juzga o clasifica de melancólicos y nostálgicos sin entender a la vida como algo más que un mero camino de sufrimiento.

Tonight I went off for a casting with FSC model agency. They are a fairly new agency and I was lucky to be accepted way back when they had their opening a few months ago. They also host a shop for clothes called Zeen. The two ladies that run the agency and the shop are Elyna Carver and Jennifer Felissimo. To very lovely people I have had the fortune to know.
We were give a skin and eyes and asked to style ourselves in a punk style for the casting. I was very nervous but did what I thought a punk was like. I didnt know till i googled the meaning that there were so many different types of punks. It was really interesting to find out what Wikipedia had to say.
Please excuse the above pictures but as anyone knows trying to take a pic listen to the instructions and model is soooo hard to do:)

2 Different styles
2.1 Standard punk
2.2 Hardcore
2.3 Anarcho-punk
2.4 Crust punk
2.5 Gothic rock, deathrock and horror punk
2.6 Psychobilly
2.7 Skate punk
2.8 Pop punk
2.9 Droog
2.10 Suicidals

I must say I wont copy all the information here but it was unbelievable all the different styles. I real enjoyed the styling and choose the following items

Skin : *NOIR* female skin
Eyes: *NOIR* eyes
Hair : .::MADesigns HAIR::. ~ SETH ~ CB V
Clothes :>>GothiCatz<< Dystopian
Shoes:BAX Ankle Boot Black Patent
Accessories: Gems and Kisses long drop earrings.

I thoroughly enjoyed it and was so lucky to make the cut with five other talented people including the girl you can see in front of me Kat.
Well done everyone a great casting.

TTYL

Keeley~~~~~~~~~~~~@

If you liked the chaotic and wild Baccano!, you’ll be glad to know that January will see another anime penned by Narita Ryougo, the author of the nearly indescribable but still fun anime.

This time around, he’s writing about a bunch of punks and gangs in the Ikebukuro area of Tokyo, their conflicts, and the headless motorcyclist they’re all afraid of. Sound interesting? It really is, and you should see for yourself with the 12-minute trailer the studio has posted on the official Durarara!! site, which introduces the major characters and includes brief interviews with the voice cast.

This week’s decent site of the week is called DouchebagAlert.com. If you’re familiar with the site “Hot or Not,” it’s pretty much the same deal. You get a picture of a douchebag and rate how big of a douchebag the bastard is. Seems like most of the people featured on the site are douchebags — and calling them out makes you feel pretty decent!

And while we’re on the subject of douchebags, Tubesteak is currently working on a project for school (and hopefully The Community) called the Douchebag Museum. It’s gonna be bad to the bone, and I’d love to hear suggestions from Community members regarding who and what belong in that museum. Leave a comment below!

Last Monday,  when I walked out of work, I was greeted by three hooligans hanging out the sunroof my mom’s car.

But simply cramming their entire upper bodies out of a 2 foot square space was not enough for them. No, my three younger siblings wore, respectively, 3-inch long fake purple eyelashes, a $.75 Halloween clearance ghoulish mask, and a clown wig.

All three of ‘em, hanging out the sunroof of my mom’s car, hooting, hollering, and waving wildly.

And generally acting like a trio of wild miscreants, detrimental to society.

I’m not sure what sparked their desire to attempt to publicly humiliate me…but it didn’t work.

I just waved back : )

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Tuesday, I was asked by an adorable 5-year-old if I went to preschool. This same adorable 5-year-old then stole a piece of Polar Ice gum out of my purse, after I had given her a piece. Kids these days. When I eyeballed her rather sternly, she unwrapped it and held it out.

“I was just giving it to you!” she said.

Thanking her, I took it and popped it in my mouth. “Tastes like the North Pole!” I said.

She agreed.

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Friday: in the mall food court with my mom, we stopped at a Chinese place. Now, my mother could be called two things: 1.) predictable. Or 2.) a lady who knows what she likes. Either way, she was getting the bourbon chicken. That was a given.

I, on the other hand, stood deliberating, debating with myself, agonizing, and generally waffling back and forth.

Orange or peach chicken? General Tso’s or Sesame? Noodles or rice?!

The diminutive and smiley middle-aged Asian man behind the counter took benevolent pity on us. Stabbing a piece of each with a toothpick, he held them out. “Here you are, beautiful girl…”

And to my mom: “You you too, beautiful girl…”

On down the line, sampling each one. “One for you, beautiful girl…” His slightly slurred yet melodic lilt was hard to understand at first. But he didn’t seem to tire of complimenting his restaurant patrons. And I sure wasn’t about to object!

Finally, I decided on the Sesame. He handed me my box, said, “Here you go, beautiful girl,” and pointed us down the line to the register.

As the apparently mute but grinning man behind the register racked up our dinner expenses, the server handed us our drinks. “For beautiful daughter…and beautiful mother…”

We walked away smiling. In fact, I don’t think I stopped smiling the whole time I ate.

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Saturday, I drove two hours with my parents and heard the hilarious and amazing Jesse MacPherson speak.

I think he inspired some new criteria for my future husband.

(Kidding. I think. Or not.)

And he also inspired me in lots of ways. Mostly, to give life your best, look at the good, find the humor and don’t take yourself too seriously.

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(Apparently nothing noteworthy happened Wednesday or Thursday. At least not that I scribbled down on the 3×5 cards that I started carrying in my purse to compensate for my faulty memory.)

As I post this, it’s Monday again. A whole new week lies before me, and that excites me. It’s a challenge. It’s an adventure. And, if I keep my purse well stocked with 3×5’s, it can become another set of weird and wonderful memories in this fantastic journey called life.

by two Tasmanian National-Anarchists.

Christiania is a famous secessionist enclave not far from the centre of Copenhagen. Given that it’s an abandoned military base, we were half expecting it to be all underground (visions of hippies living like mice in bunkers!), but it was actually an overground barracks, and quite a big one at that. It even had parks and walking tracks.

These more obscure parts of Christiania seemed a lot friendlier than the main square. Some houses had their own gardens, and there was a stable with horses. We also had a good vegan meal at a place called Morgenstedet, which we can recommend.

The main business area felt like a cross between a viking village and a funhouse, although it would have been a lot more pleasant if not for all the pot dealers loitering around, with cold faces and shifty expressions. But hard drugs are banned there – unlike Australia’s own famous ‘alternative living’ experiment, Nimbin, NSW, where heroin is now a major problem.

While Christianians are very selective about who they let live in their town, anyone is technically welcome to visit. Unfortunately, many come just to piss-splash the walls with ugly graffiti, of the same kind found in any other Western city. Some artwork was more creative, but while many cultures were represented (American Indian, Tibetan etc.), the only Danish image seemed to be a sign in runes, spelling the name of the settlement.

Christianian culture is obviously very pot-centred. You can smell marijuana wherever you go, which is probably the reason for all the signs saying “no photos”. We respected their wishes, however, and only photographed the exit:

It’s unclear what kind of defence the residents would mount if the EU actually did restrict their lifestyle. Their attempts at self-sufficiency seemed mainly token, with shops using Danish currency rather than a bartering system. The commune did possess its own garbage truck, however.

All in all, Christiania had both positive and negative elements. It’s an interesting social experiment, but certainly not the last word in independent community living.

Sweets from the Sweet

I just found this picture in the bowels of my hard drive. It was a candy bar and sweet note left on my nightstand one of the first weekends I was home from camp.

The gesture was so adorable, I even forgave my littlest brother for misspelling my name : )

La década del 80 duró poco menos de siete años. Como para satisfacer el deseo del argentino medio de sentirse especial, los 80 acá arrancaron a destiempo: el 14 de junio de 1982, cuando la dictadura militar iniciaba su retirada después de la derrota en las islas Malvinas; y terminaron en junio de 1989, cuando la hiperinflación se llevó puesto no sólo al gobierno de Raúl Alfonsín sino también a casi todos los grupos de esa época, por poner la historia en términos de rock (con el riesgo que implica seudoteorizar sobre El Rock en tiempos de Peter Capusotto…).

A principios de los 90, ya se habían disuelto Don Cornelio y La Zona, La Sobrecarga, El Corte, Los Corrosivos, Los Pillos, Mimilocos y Sentimiento Incontrolable, entre muchísimas otras bajas.

En Economía, en la Argentina los 80 son conocidos como la década perdida. La recuperación de la democracia no se tradujo en una reactivación del país. Y si hay algo que caracterizó al rock y en particular al rock under (no alternativo ni indie, todavía) de esos años fue la combinación de un entusiasmo embriagante para jóvenes que descubrían la libertad después de haberse criado durante el Proceso y una crisis económica que parecía eterna y que sólo se tomaría un pequeño respiro en 1985, durante los primeros meses del Plan Austral.

La precariedad económica se tradujo en una producción discográfica paupérrima en cantidad y en calidad técnica, que, no obstante, permitió, entre otros accidentes, ediciones locales de Sex Pistols, The Cure, Ramones y Gary Numan.
Aunque la mayoría de la música circulaba en cassettes mal grabados que, con suerte, eran marca TDK.  No casualmente dos de las más interesantes producciones nacionales de la época, Noches agitadas en el cementerio, de Todos Tus Muertos, y Estudios de casos, de Los Corrosivos, sólo se distribuyeron (duplicadas manualmente) en cinta, nunca en vinilo ni mucho menos en CD.
Justamente el clínico título de Los Corrosivos, Estudios de casos, podría haber sido también el de este libro. Porque sólo aparentemente Gente que no reconstruye un movimiento o siquiera una escena. En verdad, si se mira bien,
casi no trata más que de individualidades. Al final, detrás de un cartón pintado de subcultura rockera, este puñado de historias habla de seres peculiarmente aislados: son casos.
Pero sí que hay cruces en el rock under porteño de los 80, que es la sustancia de estos capítulos. Muchos cruces, como se aprecia en el complejo cuadro de las últimas páginas del libro. Cuatro de los cinco El Corte integraron también Mimilocos, banda que compartió sello con Todos Tus Muertos (con un integrante de Sobrecarga en sus filas), Uno x Uno y Los Corrosivos. Sello que era de un Mimiloco y de Daniel Melero, que su vez produjo a Sentimiento Incontrolable, que a su vez tocó varias veces en el Parakultural, igual que Uno x Uno… Y así se podría ir y volver varias veces por el tablero. Pero no; si bien sería fácil jugar con estas fichas a los seis grados de separación, justamente una de las premisas pasa por evitar la tentación de fundar tardíamente una movida que nunca existió como tal.

Entre estos postpunks, darks y otros iconoclastas, hay diferencias del tipo que uno quiera: género, búsqueda, carrera, “trascendencia”, pericia técnica… Diferencias geográficas, sociales, políticas… Entonces, ¿por qué coinciden acá? ¿Y por qué otros quedaron afuera? En verdad, esto es tan difícil de precisar que los mismos autores, reunidos en consejo editorial de mesa de bar, tuvimos nuestras diferencias al respecto. Sin embargo, más acá de las arbitrariedades, prevalecen algunos criterios de selección. En principio, uno obvio: el temporal. Se trata de bandas que asomaron básicamente en la segunda mitad de los años 80, y de manera especial en 1986. En Capital y Gran Buenos Aires. Aunque, como se verá, del Banfield-Deep-South al anarko-San-Isidro había kilómetros de desencuentros. El mundo todavía no estaba globalizado. Ni siquiera lo estaba el conurbano…
En segundo lugar, en un lugar más debatible, este libro se enfoca en casos de grupos caracterizados por una propuesta, un sonido peculiar, una (entonces) nueva puerta (sea electropop, anarcopunk, postpunk existencialista) abierta hacia algún lugar en el devenir del rock argentino. En otras palabras, un legado valioso.
Tercero, las historias en sí. Los personajes, una ecléctica colección de Gente que no, y sus circunstancias, terminaron por imponerse. Fueron el combustible para querer siempre saber un poco más. El increíble diálogo de Jorge Alvarez (sí, el de Mandioca), en un taxi en Nueva York con Alfredo Peria, de Mimilocos; Hernán Reyna, de El Corte, saliendo a navegar con amigos en la costa valenciana; anarquistas devenidos escribanos; punk rockers policías; aviones perdidos en el Amazonas… ¿Cómo no buscar siempre la próxima pieza, la próxima respuesta? ¿Y cómo desaprovechar
semejante material?
La verdad es que ya se había desaprovechado bastante. Porque estos casos, que conjugan música relevante con historias únicas, en general no habían sido contados hasta ahora. Basta con preguntarle a Google. Ni siquiera de Todos Tus Muertos, grupo todavía activo, si bien en una versión lejana a la original, se ha hablado en detalle acerca de sus comienzos, en particular sobre la grabación del cassette Noches agitadas en el cementerio. O de Don Cornelio y La Zona, a pesar de su relativo suceso radial, de los que reproducimos acá una nota publicada antes en la revista La Mano (único capítulo con tal recurso); qué decir de Mimilocos o Sentimiento Incontrolable.
Una última coincidencia: casi siempre, una misma pregunta moviliza cada una de estas pequeñas investigaciones: ¿por qué estos personajes hicieron lo que hicieron? Y, luego, ¿por qué dejaron de hacerlo? Estas preguntas, sólo pertinentes
cuando se refieren a sujetos cuyo accionar no es previsible, efectivamente derivaron en respuestas tan sustanciosas (curiosas, arquetípicas, francamente dramáticas) como la música producida por sus protagonistas. Más o menos de
eso se tratan estos estudios de casos de gente que… no.

Já pensou se os pitboys da Barra tivessem coração proporcional ao tamanho do peitoral, como os punks da periferia? Saberiam que ser forte não implica em ser burro e perceberiam a diferença entre estética e ética. Compreenderiam que é possível extravasar agressividade sem machucar ninguém. Os punks pulando e se chocando num show de rock pode parecer uma cena de violência para quem vê de fora, mas na brincadeira deles existe uma regra, um pacto em prol da catarse coletiva com o cuidado de não ferir indivìduos. Reparando bem, quando eles se empurram estão se escorando uns nos outros e formando uma teia em equilíbrio. Eu vejo até carinho nos seus gestos brutos. É uma troca de energia coerente com a força da música que os está movimentando.

Here are some last minute ideas I came up with last night for dealing with trick or treaters AKA trying to keep them away from my house!

Wrap property in crime scene police tape.

“Registered Sex Offender Lives Here” sign in front yard.

“Swine Flu Quarantine” sign on front door.

Lawn sign that reads “Get your religious literature Halloween treats here!”

Here’s one last idea that is especially for the older kids,  like in their early 20’s, who shouldn’t be out trick or treating anymore – still clinging to the habit by about a decade too long. They also don’t put any effort in a costume, either, unless they are going for the “worthless piece of shit punk” look. They got that one nailed.

This idea requires a bit of extra effort but I’m sure it’s more than worth it. When an older kid not in costume comes to your door and says, “gimmie candy” we all know that’s the last thing you want to do. But if you stand on principle and tell them no, there will be consequences. They’ll trash your yard, dump your cans, smash your pumpkins, key your car or something equally bad and maybe even worse.

The solution is easy: Give them fake candy. (Nothing harmful now, mind you! I may be negative but I’m not that mean and sick.) This part I haven’t quite figured out yet, but maybe something that has about the same look and feel as candy, but tastes bad. Maybe a “Tabasco Tootsie Roll” or something like that they’ll be sure to remember for quite some time. Heh. Then you stick it in a common candy wrapper and have a special bowl ready for those extra special punks. (Don’t grab from the wrong bowl by mistake!) By the time they’ve figured out they’ve been had they won’t be able to put two and two together and you’ll be in the clear!

I thought of these ideas last night, when it was already too late. But next year, watch out! In fact, maybe I’ll try them all at once.

Mwuahaha!

El grupo musical Red Hot Chilli Peppers fueron unos pioneros colaboradores con la mítica marca de ropa del mundo del skate Vision Street Wear.

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Street wear is a distinctive style of fashion not to be confused with hip hop fashion. Its roots are in skateboarding and the “skatewear” of the 1980s.^[1] It was later adopted as an urban fashion in Japan before growing to an international business.^[1] An important element to the style is vintage or vintage-style sneakers.^[2]

—Devon Griffith, Head of Design at Massive Revolution

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Street_wear

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Street fashion is a term used to describe fashion that is considered to have emerged not from studios, but from the grassroots. Street fashion is generally associated with youth culture, and is most often seen in major urban centres. Japanese street fashion sustains multiple simultaneous highly diverse fashion movements at any given time. Mainstream fashion often appropriates street fashion trends as influences. Most major youth subcultures have had an associated street fashion. Examples include:

• Hippies (denim, T-shirts, long hair, flower power and psychedelic imagery, flared trousers)
• Teddy Boys (drape jackets, drainpipe trousers, crepe shoes)
• Punk fashion (ripped clothing, safety pins, bondage, provocative T-shirt slogans)
• Skinheads (short-cropped hair, fitted jeans, Ben Sherman button-up shirts, Fred Perry polo shirts, Harrington jackets, Dr. Martens boots)
• Gothic fashion (black clothing, heavy coats, big boots, makeup).
• Hip hop fashion (501 Levis, ECKO, South Pole, Avirex, Sean Jean, NIKE)

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Street_fashion

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La diversificación empresarial de las marcas de ropa urbana no tiene límites… El millonario diseñador Mark Ecko por ejemplo edito hace unos años un videojuego de graffiti junto a la prestuigiona compañía Atari.

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This is my brother, Ivan.

He’s 14.

His sense of humor is slightly unhinged unusual.

He laughs at weird things. And usually I laugh with him.

One particular pastime that seems to bring him great amusement is coming up with creative, insulting and highly unconventional names for his little brother.

(This is his little brother:)

Case in point: I few days ago, I happened upon my brother’s desktop. Placed smack in the middle was this little sticky note:

Hmm. What could it say? Out of idle curiosity, I looked closer.

Still a little fuzzy…

Ah. Well now, everything’s…clear.

Disclaimer:

Abbie does not condone the usage of offensive, unnecessarily descriptive, or indelicate insults on this blog. All responsibility and consequences must, wherewith, be heaped upon her two punk brothers. They’re weird.

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Underground bands are called “underground” in the sense they are under the ground, unexposed from the spotlights of pop culture. But until when can a band remain “underground “when the popular culture is pulling it out underneath.

The punks used to hate the mainstream culture. In fact, Greenday and some underground bands (Greenday now belongs to pop culture, after involving in their so called movement, what a smart way to be popular) had a movement against record companies, refusing to recognize pop culture influenced by their strong belief that such companies tend to change their music’s soul only for every businessman’s motivation to sell. Let’s face it, majority of the bands today exist not only because they want to play good music but they also want to earn good money.

Now Greenday is one of the most popular bands in the music industry. There was a change in the lyrics of Greenday in the band’s record company’s effort to easily sell more records. So much about all those angry screams not be “labeled”. Sooner, every underground band will rise from the ground and be “labeled”.

This is my brother, Ivan.

He’s 14.

His sense of humor is slightly unhinged unusual.

He laughs at weird things. And usually I laugh with him.

One particular pastime that seems to bring him great amusement is coming up with creative, insulting and highly unconventional names for his little brother.

(This is his little brother:)

Case in point: I few days ago, I happened upon my brother’s desktop. Placed smack in the middle was this little sticky note:

Hmm. What could it say? Out of idle curiosity, I looked closer.

Still a little fuzzy…

Ah. Well now, everything’s…clear.

Disclaimer:

Abbie does not condone the usage of offensive, unnecessarily descriptive, or indelicate insults on this blog. All responsibility and consequences must, wherewith, be heaped upon her two punk brothers. They’re weird.

Heute schneiden wir ein besonderes Thema an: Die berliner Roma am Alexanderplatz.
Sie sind mit Kinderwagen und kleinen Handzetteln bewaffnet und belästigen Touristen und Berliner mit ihrer aufdringlichen Art Geld zu erbetteln.
Was traurig aussieht, ist im Grund eine raffinierte Strategie, den Leuten das Geld aus der Tasche zu angeln.
Mit gebrochenem Englisch wenden sie sich an die vielen Touristen am Alexanderplatz und tun so, als würden sie die deutsche Sprache nicht verstehen, aber wenn es drauf ankommt können sie “wie ein Wunder” doch Deutsch sprechen.
Was für die einen harmlos aussieht, ist für die anderen die Bestätigung, dass was nicht richtig funktioniert.
Wo Punks und Obdachlose vertrieben werden, wird die Gruppe von 12 Roma geduldet.
Das kann nicht richtig sein.

Wir haben uns mit einem Polizisten darüber unterhalten und er kommentierte die Situation: “Es stimmt, die Roma belästigen Passanten und gehen selbst auf Jugendliche los, als Zivilist kann man nichts gegen die Roma tun, man kann die Polizei rufen und sie anzeigen lassen, wenn man sich belästigt fühlt, aber oft verläuft dies im Sand.”

Nachdem wir das hörten, wollten wir uns ein eigenes Bild darüber machen und suchten die beliebtesten Ecken in Berlin auf, wo die Roma (Frauen) am häufigsten zu finden sind.
Bahnhof Alexanderplatz, Galleria Kaufhof Brunnen am Alex, Museumswiese in Mitte, Zoologischer Garten.

Nach stundenlanger Beobachtung kamen wir zu dem Entschluss, dass sich darin etwas ändern muss.
Wir konnten beobachten, wie die Kinder von den Roma bei Ständen “klauten” und andere Kinder “schubsten”. Die Frauen liefen im zickzack zu jeder Person, um diese zu belästigen.
Sie gehen soweit auch Kinder anzusprechen, sie sprechen auch Leute zweimal an.
Diese Masche ziehen die Roma stundenlang ab, Tag für Tag, Woche für Woche.
Ihre Kinder sind stets dabei, egal ob sie noch Säuglinge sind. Egal ob es kalt ist oder warm.
Würde dies eine deutsche Familie tun, würde sich das Jugendamt schon lange einschalten und der deutschen Familie das Kind wegnehmen.
Die Polizei sieht dem ganzen Treiben zu und unternimmt genauso viel, wie wir es von dieser gewohnt sind: nichts.

Wir wollen damit nicht sagen, dass die Roma auswandern sollen, aber es ist schon traurig, dass der Staat den Roma über zig tausend Euros gegeben hat, “Nur Damit Sie Ein Gebäude Räumen”, bei Punks verschwendet der Staat auch keine Zeit und prügelt auf Frauen/Kinder/Männer ein, bis diese das Gebäude verlassen.
Wozu also diese erheblich große Steuerverschwendung?
Wieso steckt der Staat den Roma Geld in den Hintern, ignoriert deren Verbrechen, wo ein jeder einen Platzverweis erhalten würde?

Das muss sich ändern!

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Tracks:
01. Casualties Army
02. On the Front Line
03. Under Attack
04. Riot
05. Fight for your Life
06. V.I.P.
07. Ugly Bastard
08. Criminal Class
09. Punk Rock Love
10. In it for Life
11. Social Outcast
12. Made in N.Y.C.
13. Blitzkrieg Bop
14. On City Streets
15. Get off my Back
16. System failed us again
17. For the Punx
18. Tomorrow Belongs to Us
19. Unknown Soldier
20. Down and Out
21. Punx Unite
22. 40oz Casualty

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The Mean Jeans

Class of 1999

Like I trust a vampire to give me a blow job

I’ve had problems writing this review, and have had to redraft it several times, something I’m not sure the film deserves. It’s far too accomplished to be a normal vault entry, but isn’t anywhere near quality enough to stand up as a non-schlock effort. It’s frustrating, because it narrowly fails on both fronts.

I’ve learned many things about this film in the last few days that I didn’t know when I watched it a few weeks ago. I knew that it was an obvious Robocop/ Terminator rip off, but I didn’t know that it was actually a pseudo sequel to the same director’s Class of 1984. Which is a much better film, even if it is a remake of sorts of Blackboard Jungle.

I love dystopian fiction. I’m a big fan of books such as Brave New World or 1984, and devour films that attempt to accurately portray a future society that has declined such as Blade Runner or Escape From New York. I think as an artistic device it is simply wonderful, its flexibility allows it to satirise or criticise current society and if used in a proper narrative, then it adds a welcome layer of complexity to otherwise straightforward science fiction.

Unfortunately, it’s damned difficult to do. Most attempts at dystopia flounder and suffocate under the weight of their own ideas, and in the hands of a true hack, the ideas themselves are so fucking obvious and superficial that I’d be embarrassed to see them in a Philosophy 101 class.  You end up with the worst of all worlds, a pretentious drag giving too much weight to a lacklustre pop philosophy idea. Nevertheless, when it’s done well, you get A Clockwork Orange.

Sometimes dystopia is just fucking entertaining and there’s no deeper meaning to it. And this is cool too: Doomsday has nothing at all to say for itself, but is still a great ride.

All this preamble brings me round to Class of 1999, which sports a magnificent cast, a first-rate schlock director and excellent special effects. It’s an idea film of sorts, albeit a very fucking silly idea, and one that they thankfully abandon about half way through. Not to pretend, for a second that it’s in the same league as those films or books already mentioned. That would be silly. They’re like Mohammed Ali, whereas Class of 1999 is like Henry Cooper: sure, it can get in the ring with the greatest, and even give it a scare, but you know which one is going to be lying on the canvas in serious need of reconstructive surgery at the end of the fight.

The year is 1999, society has collapsed and gangs of feral youths roam the streets. Drug abuse is rampant, and several sectors of each city are designated kill zones by the police. Our story takes place in Seattle, apparently, where ex-gang leader Cody Culp (Bradley Gregg) is in the process of being released from prison on the proviso that he attends school.  In the meantime, his school has taken the extreme measures of recruiting in some cyborg teachers to restore discipline in the classroom. All goes well for a while, with the teachers brutally administering discipline and restoring order.

Unfortunately, the teachers have a penchant for taking things too far, which results in a few pupil deaths. Not particularly desirable pupils, but still, I suppose teachers shouldn’t really be killing their class.

Soon enough, the teachers decide to go on the offensive, and provoke an all out gang war in an attempt to eliminate the worst pupils. See, it turns out that they’re really military droids adapted to teach. When will people learn that this is a bad idea?

Carnage ensues, the gangs unite to kill the teachers and there’s a big showdown at the school whereupon nearly everyone dies. Our hero wonders off into the sunset armed with a new girlfriend and a high school diploma, ready to take his place behind the counter in McDonald’s.

Given that this film is an attempt at proper sci-fi, has a pedigree and budget and sports a stellar cast, it is somewhat surprising that it’s classed as schlock. Fortunately, I’m happy to report, it’s a gloriously stupid B-movie, albeit one with misplaced pretensions of grandeur. The social commentary is forgotten after about 20 minutes, and instead it drops into dumbhouse action movie territory. There’s hilarity galore, and plenty of big ‘splosions to keep the kids interested. Well, keep me interested.

The acting is far too good for this film, Pam Grier is suitably robotic (although anyone could have played that role), and Malcolm McDowell looks unconvinced, but is still on entertaining form. However, there’s a star turn from Stacy Keach as the mad scientist. Tracy Lin is pretty and passable as McDowell’s daughter and love interest. Whatever happened to her? Apparently, she retired in 1997, which strikes me as a bit drastic- this film wasn’t that bad. Joyfully, everyone takes things far too seriously, even if Gregg is a total failure as a badass.

It’s a prescient film as well. I found it very, very funny seeing common 21st century occurrences and systems predicted by a dopey sci-fi from 1990. For example, I know of a good few state schools in this country that have metal detectors on entry, much like the Seattle school here does.

The robot effects are, as mentioned earlier, excellent. I especially like the way each of them has a different weapon function attached to their arms- and not any wimpy gun type thing- they have slicing and dicing implements. Remember the Terminatrix in T3 (which I’m coming back to in a moment), she’s like a Swiss Army knife version of this lot.

However, there is a fair chunk of this film that is, frankly, complete horseshit. All the gang warfare scenes are terrible sub war-film rubbish. Before I even comment further on this, I’m just going to point out that it looks like our heroes are in a fucking paintball match, and how the hell the teachers can just walk around killing people on both sides at will without anyone noticing is just beyond me. It’s garbage, and the sequence lasts far too long. The most irritating thing is that it doesn’t add anything to the film. You can fast-forward the whole scene and not lose anything. This is also partially true of every one of the gang scenes. They’re just irritating.

The script itself fluctuates wildly between pontificating nonsense (Cody’s ranting when he finds his family are addicting to drugs, for example), and glorious stupidity such as the vampire line I quoted at the start. Lin especially draws the shitty stick here. Her part is completely underwritten- she’s little more than a damsel in distress and she’s further burdened by having to try to accurately portray teenage ironic detachment without a single line that helps her.

Despite being flawed, there is more than enough awesomeness to keep me interested, even if most of it does result from stratospheric stupidity. Firstly, periodically the film switches to a sort of robot eye view (clearly “borrowed” from the far superior Terminator), except this time it offers up a list of options as to what the robot can do. The history teacher picks option 2, discipline, which opens a sub menu from which he picks “Corporal Punishment”. This, hilariously, involves him throwing a gang member across his knee before administering a sound spanking. I think this is the first robot film to do options, and I was utterly disgusted to see the same device appear in Terminator 3. Yet another reason for the wankness of that particular sequel- borrowing from a rip off of it’s great predecessor. How weak. If I’m wrong, then so be it- but I don’t remember Arnie operating like a fucking i-mac.

It’s also a damned ballsy film. It may be lacking as social commentary, but I struggle to think of another film that is as ruthless. How many times do you see young children killed on screen? Alternatively, when have you seen an attempted rape followed by 2 savage beatings in a row? If that’s not enough, then when do you ever see a teacher force-feed an unruly pupil enough drugs to make Tony Montana think twice? It’s not afraid of being extreme.

There’s a great grungy feel to the film. The school environment is decayed, but the surrounding ghetto where the pupils live is an excellent model of deprivation, and the film makes it apparent that any pupil coming from this environment is going to be a vicious little scumbag. When outside of the immediate area, though, it scores a huge fail- the teacher’s house, for example, while a pleasant piece of suburbia represents a missed opportunity. They had the chance to really go wild with this and make it a workshop hiding behind some mediocre real estate with spare parts all over the place. Instead, they strip it empty and fill the cupboards with WD40. I suppose they were aiming for realism, but by this time disbelief is already suspended and it would have been cool to see Robocop’s off duty chair transplanted into suburbia.

Overall, would I recommend it?  A qualified yes. It’s laced with good ideas, excellent action and it is lots and lots of fun. However, in mitigation there’s an awful lot of shit, and perversely far too much quality to make it either a genuinely good film or a proper schlock entry. Class of 1999 is, at the end of the day,  fun but forgettable, and I beleive that’s the most damning thing of all.

I gave up on normal long, long ago.

Actually, I’m not sure I’ve ever had an accurate notion of “normal”, much less experienced it.

Case in point; this evening while I went out to walk my self-prescribed 1.5 miles in the rain, my three younger siblings – plus Ken’s other half, Thomas – took advantage of my absence by taking turns plunging headfirst down the laundry chute, and watching a series of Star Wars meets Rude Bodily Functions videos on youtube.

Um. Yeah.

This is my life, folks.

Really, sometimes I just have to sit back and marvel at the intense level of chaos.

Occasionally, I start congratulating myself on how frightfully normal I turned out. And then I am somehow brought back down to earth. Perhaps by being reminded that it was indeed I who master-mined the very first plot, many years ago, for the passage of humans down the laundry chute.

Or perhaps by realizing that it was I who, when coaxed by the punks to watch those  aforementioned Star Wars/fart videos, sat giggling uncontrollably with the rest of them.

I’ve heard of a thing called “normal”.

What is “normal”, father?

P.S. I’m relatively certain I did not use the word “master-mined” correctly in this post. In fact, I’m even more relatively certain that “master-mined” isn’t correct in any context. However, it sounded right. And that’s all I want in life; for my words to sound right.

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I’ve been neglecting to post interesting links lately, and I realized I’ve accumulated quite a bit to share with you all! So, even though it’s a day late, and technically the BEGINNING of the week, here we go:

–>Top 10 Worst & Overused Defenses Of Roman Polanski

–>Hot Topic Punks in a Fake Punk World

–>Dirty Dancing, feminist masterpiece

–>Abortion Fight Complicates Debate on Health Care

–>Why I Hate “Recessionista” Lifestyle Pieces

–>If You’re Going To Wear A Sexy Halloween Costume, At Least Be Creative About It

What are you planning on being for Halloween? I’m deciding between a badass assassin or Jay from Jay and Silent Bob. Anyone want to be my Silent Bob?

–>Reader Emma brought this AMAZING video to my attention…What if Edward Cullen from Twilight was dating/stalking Buffy rather than Bella? You’ve gotta see this clever, feminist portrayal of Twilight:

- Dollface