“m-am distrat aseara” sau activitati de mult uitate

 

Sunt sigur ca toti auzim de zeci de ori propozitia asta in fiecare saptamana sau chiar o folosim de cateva ori.A devenit deja un fel de sinonim la “am facut ceva aseara”.Adica sensul intial de distractie s-a dus un pic spre “n-am stat s-o frec in fatza tv-ului sau a calculatorului”.Eu vorbesc totusi aici de sensul real, adica :“DISTRÁCȚIE, distracții, s.f. 1. Ceea ce distrează, ceea ce produce destindere sufletească; amuzament, petrecere; agrement. – Din fr. distraction,lat. distractio.”

Tin minteca termenul asta seaplica de minune acum vreo 15 ani cand generatia sora-mii avea tot felul de activitati din astea cu “destindere sufleteasca”, fie ca ieseau sa se plimbe prin oras sau ca se adunau gasca si mergeau in DISCOTECA.Adica, frate, astia vorbeau doua zile dupa o noapte in disco despre toate detaliile si experientele care i-au facut sa exclame : ”Bai ce misto ne-am distrat aseara” . Erau alte vremuri evident, alt nivel de moralitate, alte coordonate muzicale si de miscare pe “ring”, alte concluzii dupa ,etc.

Am facut paralela asta pentru cei care nu mai gasesc continuarea dupa “m-am distrat aseara” din anul de gratie 2009. Adica s-a distrat si atat. Cum sa cotinue? Am fost in club - banal, am fost sa jucam biliard - super banal, am fost la film gasca - da mah bine, am dat jos filmul ala de pe torente acum 15 ani, am cunoscut un tip/tipa de viatza si am stat la vorba 3 ore  - mai are rost sa continui?

Ok, cam lunga introducerea…ca sa ajung la subiect, chiar m-am distrat aseara !!! Chiar nu m-am mai distrat de mult asa, si nu vorbesc de betii exagerate  sau alte fumuri care sa-mi altereze sau sa-mi imbunatateasca in vreun fel perceptia realitatii. Am dansat (chestie care mi se intampla extraordinar de rar in ultimii ani, nu datorita varstei ci datorita atmosferei si muzicii in general), am ras am glumit, am baut cu masura si m-am intalnit  cu prieteni vechi de cand lumea. In ceea ce priveste muzica eu nu ma pot pronunta pentru ca eu am ales-o:)…dar din review-urile pe care le-am primit chiar a fost ceva  peste ideea de distractie  de azi.  Cert este ca am fost intr-un loc unde mi-am permis sa pun ceea ce consideram eu ca e potrivit pentru petrecerea de aseara ( remember Bourbon acum 10 ani). Una peste alta “we had a ball” cum mi-a recomandat cineva.Fara boschetari, fara fitze, fara pitzi si cocalari, fara scandaluri, fara ochelari de soare si alte accesorii “trendy”.Pure old school fun – get up and dance.Ba nu…unii erau costumati spre haloween asa

Anyway, eu m-am distrat si as avea de povestit 2 zile cu gipo (care surprinzator a fost cam treaz si pus pe distractie si el) si alte persoane despre asta deci constanta nu e chiar hopeless …..is a soooooouuuulllstoorm everywheeeeree.Pup you all.

“the curse of a vivid mind”

“But now it’s just another show

And you leave ‘em laughing when you go

And if you care, don’t let them know

Don’t give yourself away

J.Mitchell

si iar ii da cu toamna cu semi-frig si semi-depresie ca in fiecare an…ca sa fiu totusi sincer parca trece din ce in ce mai usor pe masura ce trec anii, depresia adica.Nici pana in prezent nu prea m-am prins care-i faza de toamna vine cu o perioada din asta de “blue face”. Nu pot spune ca-mi displace toamna si nici temperaturile ei…pe bune, chiar da bine culoarea )…si totusi

anul asta ma axez cu depresia pe “the curse of a vivid mind” asta, asa imi suna mie perioada actuala…am tot felul de idei de schimbat “macazul” (sper sa nu deraieze vreun personal si printre cei DOI neuroni ai mei)  adica am cam tot ce mi-as fi dorit vreodata ca sa fiu sincer, cu palpabile si nepalpabile ca sa zic asa, si totusi vreau mai mult, vreau sa ajung acolo, vreau sa fac aia brusc (desi nu mi-am dorit “aia” niciodata pana de curand) vreau sa-mi iau aia etc.  Si atunci intrebarea devine : unde-i hotarul??? ca sa-l parafrazez pe  Ioan, adica se opreste vreodata????…sa-mi bag poola in ea de vivid mind.

si de aici mai apare o chestiune, cum draq pot unii sa stea o viatza intreaga contabili, lacatusi, avocati, gunoieri, dj etc,??? cum ajung sa omoare astia monotonia si sa traiasca ZECI de ani asa cu job-ul ala, cu casa aia in orasul ala mic si imputit, cu nevasta grasa si 3 copii semi-idioti care-si sparg capetele unu’ la altu??? ASTIA MAI GANDESC NORMAL SAU EU SUNT CAM DUS ??????????????? Unde mai pui ca multi dintre ei mai traiesc si in tzara asta de cel mai mare kkt din lume, sau asta vine cum ar zice Gipo “daca esti prost stai acasa…ha-ha”. Adica oamenii astia au aflat ca pamantul e rotund si nu cazi de pe el daca treci granita? Anyway, de f multe ori imi imaginez viatza mult mai usoara din perspectiva aia, adica frate asta-i viata ta 40 de ani de acum inainte si asta faci, si tu zici “Bine, ma bag ca nu tre sa-mi bat capul prea mult”

Si ca sa revin la oile mele (fara aluzii la adn-ul meu ) asta ma tot fute de ceva timp la icre, sa fac-sa dreg, sa schimb aerul, oamenii, familia etc. Si sa zic ca fac din nou treaba asta si pe urma iar vine-o vremea cand vreau iar sa schimb tot….si stau si ma gandesc de unde draq labilitatea si tentativa asta de atata fucking schimbare???? din cate stiu ai mei nu m-au infiat de la tzigani si alte popoare din astea cu cortul ( sa nu se inteleaga ca am ceva cu tiganii ).

So, ma lumineaza si pe mine cineva? Unde-i hotarul pana la urma????

“Positively 4th street” sau fake-uiala zilnica romaneasca

cica mi s-a reprosat de catre cativa amici din micul meu grup de cititori ca sa nu mai scriu in engleza daca tot am de gand sa scriu ceva, ca lumea cica “nu stie citeste bine englezeste”…mda, in fine, am sa incerc se pare

azi mi-am adus aminte de ceva…si anume de viziunea mea asupra viitorului apropiat de acum vreo 7-8 ani, mai precis cand am inceput anul 1, imi imaginam cum cei din generatia mea vor schimba cumva fatza aceea sinistra a romaniei de atunci…heh, groaznica intuitzie:).Uite ca viitorul apropiat de atunci este prezentul de acum …prefer de 1 milion de ori realitatea de atunci decat cea de acum, ” i didn’t see this one comin” (de fapt inainte scrisesem “i didn’t saw this one comin’, dar a avut grija Arry sa ma corecteze:P 10x )cum ar zice engelzistii…nush daca am cuvinte sa descriu diferentele intre cele doua perioade, mi-e aproape imposibil…as descrie era  pe care o trecem drept un maare “FAAAKE”, fake, fake, fake-fake…gasiti-mi voi un fenomen, un obiect sau o traire care nu este fake astazi in romania….deeeci prin urmare, exemplu, ca tot a fost in voga si ca tot ma pricep cat de cat la domeniul asta, cica a fost liberty spt trecuta…buun.

De fapt nu e “buuun”, pana si liberty s-a transformat intr-un maaare fake fatza de ce a insemnat el acum vreo 6-7 ani, probabil “batranii” din generatia mea vor confirma acest lucru…muzica, atmosfera,atitudinea erau originale, era un festival nascut din nevoia de muzica buna, distractie si manifestare a celor mai avantgardisti.Eu o vedeam ca pe o “occidentizare” sa zic asa, un fenomen care ne aducea ceva mai aproape de mentalitatea statelor civilizate.

Ajungem in 2009, Liberty Parade…cifra oficiala vreo 80 de mii de oameni, si daca sunt 50 de mii tot e ok, ar zice un neamt sau un englez…acum tu cum poti sa-i explici omului ca probabil 80% din astia n-au nici cea mai vaga idee ca Ferry Corsten nu este in nici un caz fratele sau varul lui Feri Predescu,  ca maneaua nu face parte din planul de izbavire al neamului (futut) romanesc, ca muzica house nu are nici o treaba cu ceea ce le serveste “magicul” Geo DaSilva in Costinesti, ca bautul de bere la pet pe langa camioane si urlatul cat te tin puterile ca esti “Koko” nu mai e cool de mult???

So…ca sa revenim la subiectul principal, daca vreau sa insumez trairile de la liberty de anul asta, as scrie asa:

- fake air (normal, cand 30 de mii de handicapati pleaca toti cu masina la un eveniment de genul asta….care “air”)?

-  drumuri fake….nu mai tre sa comentez nimic pe subiectul asta cred, o sa spuna cineva “dar soseaua cta-mangalia e super ok”…si eu am sa raspund “ati iesti vreodata cu masina din ro”…aici ar intra si “soferi fake”, un fel de “mai du-te in poola mea cu audi-ul tau negru de 1500 de euro din bulgaria, ti-a luat tac-tu strada retardule???”

- house-o-raveri fooooarte fake…si nu ma refer aici la look, freze, aere..ma refer strict la capitolul muzica house despre care am discutat mai sus…daca la un festival de genul asta se aduna 80 de mii de oameni, imaginati-va ce ar insemna 24 de ore manele cu cei mai in voga “guristi” ai momentului…fara numaaar

- house-o-ravertize extra, super, mega, fake…aici intra mai multe capitole de fapt – fake id’s, fake persona, wannabe, pitzi, PITZI’ DE MALL, fake tits, fake lips, fake dreams, fake bloggers, fake depressive si pana la urma FAKE YOU!

Si totusi lucrul care ma mai face inca sa ajung la liberty este muzica, poate de multe ori nu e tocmai nisha din house pe care o prefer, totusi este un fenomen care nu trebuie ratat…btw, thumbs up Optick anul asta….de Ferry cred ca sunt prea mic ca sa scriu ceva, long live northern europe, romania este cu vreo 200 si ceva de ani in urma.

P.S: care-i faza cu trasurile de pe drumul dintre venus si saturn, cred ca am vazut vreo 50????E mai trendy acum sa pleci de la liberty pe trasura????

Si ca sa nu plec cu mana plina, va ofer spre auditie o bucata superba, introdusa btw in “500 tracks of all time” de Rolling Stones Magazine, a unor baieti care au facut ceva furori prin anii ‘80, parca New Order le spunea   O parte din muzica electronica din ziua de azi li se datoreaza si lor…vadit.Piesa se numeste “Bizzare Love Triangle”.

Hail to The Hank

When you’re stupid enough and can’t write a decent post and not just some babbling to be written there, you let someone else do it if they do it much better than you.That’s the case with me today.Sometimes i can write some interesting things but today it’s not one of those days. (i get that feeling rarer as time goes by).But i can give you someone that has something much more interesting to write than me. Mr. Hank Moody, fictional character and writer.

“Hank Moody: HelL-A Magazine blog number 1

One, Hank hates you all. A few things I’ve learned on my travels through this crazy little thing called life. One, a morning of awkwardness is far better than a night of loneliness.

Two, I probably won’t go down in history, but I will go down on your sister.

And 3, while I’m down there it might be nice to see a hint of pubis. I’m not talking about a huge 70’s Playboy bush or anything. Just something that reminds me that I’m performing cunnilingus on an adult. But I guess the larger question is why is the city of angels so hell bent on destroying its female population.”

“Radio show host: What’s your latest obsession?

Hank Moody: Just the fact that people seem to be getting dumber and dumber. You know, I mean we have all this amazing technology and yet computers have turned into basically four figure wank machines. The internet was supposed to set us free, democratize us, but all it’s really given us is Howard Dean’s aborted candidacy and 24 hour a day access to kiddie porn. People… they don’t write anymore, they blog. Instead of talking, they text, no punctuation, no grammar: LOL this and LMFAO that. You know, it just seems to me it’s just a bunch of stupid people pseudo-communicating with a bunch of other stupid people at a proto-language that resembles more what cavemen used to speak than the King’s English.

Radio show host: Yet you’re part of the problem, I mean you’re out there blogging with the best of them.

Hank Moody: Hence my self-loathing.”

Touché

“He was literally The King of Pop”

“The world just lost the biggest pop star in history, no matter how you cut it”, Bill Werde, Billboard’s Director.

I can’t say i was a huge fan of his, but one could not deny the impact that this artist had on music in history.He took pop music on the virge of universality and gave it the status of best selling genre of all time, 1982 album “Thriller” sold in 50 million copies.Then 13 No. 1 hits in Billboard put him behind only to Presley, The Beatles and Mariah Carey.I don’t think there’s another song in history of music that cut the barrier between races then his worldwide famous “Black or White”.

Jacko died yesterday from a hart failure condition at UCLA Medical Center.He was 51 and preparing for one his biggest shows, 50 appearances at London Arena, first being scheduled on 13th of July.I won’t even talk about his personal life and the lawsuits because i’m only discussing the musical aspect of his life.

“Michael Joseph Jackson was born Aug. 29, 1958, in Gary. He was 4 years old when he began singing with his brothers — Marlon, Jermaine, Jackie and Tito — in the Jackson 5. After his early success with bubblegum soul, he struck out on his own, generating innovative, explosive, unstoppable music.

The album “Thriller” alone mixed the dark, serpentine bass and drums and synthesizer approach of “Billie Jean,” the grinding Eddie Van Halen solo on “Beat It,” and the hiccups and falsettos on “Wanna Be Startin’ Somethin‘.”

The peak may have come in 1983, when Motown celebrated its 25th anniversary with an all-star televised concert and Jackson moonwalked off with the show, joining his brothers for a medley of old hits and then leaving them behind with a pointing, crouching, high-kicking, splay-footed, crotch-grabbing run through “Billie Jean.”

The audience stood and roared. Jackson raised his fist.

He was perhaps the most exciting performer of his generation, known for his backward-gliding moonwalk, his feverish, crotch-grabbing dance moves and his high-pitched singing, punctuated with squeals and titters. His single sequined glove, tight, military-style jacket and aviator sunglasses were trademarks, as was his ever-changing, surgically altered appearance.

“For Michael to be taken away from us so suddenly at such a young age, I just don’t have the words,” said Quincy Jones, who produced “Thriller.” “He was the consummate entertainer and his contributions and legacy will be felt upon the world forever. I’ve lost my little brother today, and part of my soul has gone with him.”

Jackson ranked alongside Elvis Presley and the Beatles as the biggest pop sensations of all time. He united two of music’s biggest names when he was briefly married to Presley’s daughter, Lisa Marie, and Jackson’s death immediately evoked comparisons to that of Presley himself, who died at age 42 in 1977.” Asocciated Press

You may R.I.P now Jacko-Wacko.

Did somebody said PARTYYYY?

Here’s the deal: Saturday the 20th of June, we gather together to attend the first major Electronic music paaarttyyy of this summer.

“We” meaning Berlin Crew (Kicki, Ramonn and yours truly Hazzard) and Synthplants Events and a bunch of other good Dj’s from all over the country, about 22 of them to be precise It’s goona’ be a full 24hrs non-stop party, electronic music by the beach included.

The exact location will be  at Amster’s Beach in Eforie Nord about 10 km south of Constanta.

Speciality of the day is of course House mussssic, mixed with lots of other stuff from Techno to Minimal.

The entrance fee is 20 Ron (~ 5 Euros).

http://clubberlin.blogspot.com/

“i can’t waaaait, for the weekend to beginn”

Let us live and sleep

So i bought myself a motorcycle about a month ago.I have about 1000 Km of riding, so i’m still a total newbie but getting used to heavy traffic. It’s the most beautiful gift i made myself ever.The feeling is extraordinary.I wanted to buy one for about 2 years now, and i finally did it.It’s a 250 Ninja, not a super-sport one (about 35 hp) but enough to get you surely killed (0-100 in 5.7 sec).For me it’s enough ,at least for a newbie, my first question remains why do stupid romanians buy themselves 100-150 hp bikes as the first one and get themselves and sadly others killed??? It’s the simplest thing to google a little for “beginner motorcycles” and find out that many others experienced bikers, from much more civilized countries recommend much smaller powered bike as the first one.It took me no more than 30 mins of surfing the web to settle on this.I’m sure that there are humans out there that had much more powerful bikes for the first time and didn’t get themselves killed, but the learning process is much, much more heavy.So please stupid wannabe moto riders, do us a favor and buy a proper bike…if u wanna get yourself killed, buy that Busa and go on the moon, but please try a scooter or a 125-250 when riding in the city!!!

The second issue is with the noise your damn exhaust systems make.Why do you stupid mf’s rev your bikes up to 14-16k at one o’clock in the morning all over the city???I suppose you’re not men enough in other fields and try to compensate?Why thousand of people that have families and jobs in the next morning have to stand your noise?Do you stupid humans know that your bike can be ridden with a range of 2-7k/revs? Try it, it will work trust me.You want to know how fast you and your motorcycle can go? Go on a circuit or in the worst case on the freeway.For the last time, we don’t have to listen to your exhaust systems.You will tell me to plug my ears…for Christ’s sake, we’re ten’s of thousands you’re just a few.

So bottom line, please stupid s.o.b’s , go get yourself killed somewhere, alone of course, maybe we want to live a full life and to get some sleep.

http://www.bestbeginnermotorcycles.com/beginner-motorcycle-guide

http://www.bestbeginnermotorcycles.com/why-600cc-motorcycle-not-good-beginner-bike-updated

Another 130 years of horse and carriage in Romania

Yes. A.T Kearney consultancy company, announced that it’ll take another 130 years for Romania to have european roads. But every human living in Romania, will tell you that that this country will never have roads competing to european countries.Even if we’ll have proper roads in Romania in 130 years, they will be useless, because by then , in the European Union people will have flying cars for sure.

By the year 2012, the infrastructural investments in Romania, will have risen with 30% per year, so we have the most dynamic construction market in Europe.By this fact we understand that all the other countries only maintain the existing roads, because they already built everything they should.The same source says: “even if in Romania the investments will rise with 30% per year, Poland’s infrastructural budget will still be 4.5 times bigger, although they’re number is 11% per year.

In the same time, that fact that road density here is 4 times smaller than in the other Eastern and Central European countries.In the same time is 14 times smaller then in the western European countries.For me and the other romanians, that’s no news.We see that everyday when we drive our cars.

So, bottom line, dear Romanian Government, there’s no use in wasting these amounts of money.Let’s wait another 20-30 years and we’ll buy the flying cars instead.Then we can use the roads as bicycle lanes and hobby purposes only, so you’ll have “two rabbits” at once, as romanians say.

Did i mention that in the last 5 years, the Government built TWO KILOMETERS OF HIGHWAY?

one song every day

Today we’ll go ahead with one of the most notable tracks of Richard Durand, trance dj and producer from Holland (of course).

The track i’m showing you today it’s called Into Something, and was released in february 2009 on Magik Muzik Recordings.

More Info : http://www.thedjlist.com/djs/RICHARD_DURAND/

Ultimatum – introduction

It wasn’t anything that he thought it would be.Nothing between day or night, summer or winter, noise or quiet.It was a whole new sense, above everything that he ever felt.The idea of space and time disappeared the moment he made contact to this new “world”.He tried to remember his last moments as a human, but everything in his memory just vanished in an instant.It was like he was banned to make any connection to the humans world.Someone or something was holding him back.

As Mr. Vandalay was trying to move, he realized that moving by conventional human way, was not going to happen.So here he was, somehow stuck in a place that he couldn’t even call “place”. In the next few seconds, he could clearly hear or feel something, like some kind of voice but more like an impulse tried to communicate with him, although he could clearly understand the meaning: “So here you are, do you really think that it’s time for you?”. At first he didn’t have any idea what was all about.He thought it was just some kind of inner voice or something unknown to him by now.

- No, it’s not your inner voice, i am trying to communicate with you and find out if you think it’s time for you to stay here.

- Who are you, why i am not seeing or feeling you?

- The correct question is “what i am”, because by human standards i cannot be a “who”.But for now it doesn’t really make any difference who or what i am, i’m still waiting for your answer.

- If it’s my time? But where i am, am i alive? Am i dreaming?

- You humans have this bad habit to communicate with another question to a question.I have eternity to wait for your answer, you on the other hand don’t.

-Ok, my answer is Yes, if i’m here then i should be here, it’s fate i guess.Although i can’t remember anything, I know there should be a reason why i’m here.Probably it was supposed to happen.

-It was supposed? Nothing it’s supposed to happen, everything depends on all the other happenings in your world.There is no fate nor predicting future, it’s a very complex system that depends on every action in your world at a given time.

- Then? What’s the answer? I chose to be here?

- Yes. It’s the Free Will. It’s a unique feature that your race has.We created your thinking core with this feature so that we can study the stages of your evolution by this criteria.Humans are the only ones to posses this feature.

- I must be dreaming right? What is going on? You created human kind? You make me laugh.I hope i’ll wake up soon because all of this is the result of my imagination.

- So you changed your mind, you want to get out of here?

- Yes, as soon as possbile.

- You made your choice then, you can go back from where you came and follow your ideas.That’s the most important thing right now, don’t forget to follow your ideas.We need you to do this because we can’t interfere with human kind anymore.

-Ok, whatever…i just want to wake up.

In an instant Mr. Vandalay saw two blinding lights approaching.Also the silence was replaced by strong noises.One it was something like a truck horn, and the other , the humming of the engine of a motorcycle.He realized it was the real world, HIS WORLD, and followed by instinct he pulled hard the handle bar of the motorcycle , leaning over to the right in the same time .

To be continued…