i found this guy in Hyde Park today. he seemed to have started some kind of hippy free-for-all by the Serpentine. some 40 people were in a drug-fueled / religious euphoria trance, all shaking tambourines or hitting sticks against each other in a vain attempt to keep up a rhythm for this guitar-clad 'ringleader'. my first impressions were that this papa seemed pretty cool, even though he was giving me the evil eye for unexpectedly pulling out my camera on him during one of his "manu chao-esque" renditions...
but then something happened to disrupt this perfect balance of music, free love and lunacy...
but then something happened to disrupt this perfect balance of music, free love and lunacy...
he had this pasty assistant guy with him, sitting cross-legged at his feet as though the guitar man was some sort of jesus figure...with a guitar. but, unfortunately, when he broke out into his latin chorus for about the twelfth time, it was too much for him to handle and he began to snigger uncontrollably into his chubby arm...
eventually, he couldn't take it any longer and, with an air of intent about him, reached greedily for the console...presumably to put himself and the small crowd that had gathered out of their misery...
"oh no you didn't": having made the mistake of touching the console, the summer santa claus was forced to stop mid-chorus and shot him (or his hand) a killerlaserninja type glance thing...
gasps from the barefooted crowd and the hippy throng could be heard all around as the bearded maestro leant over and swore something at him in spanish. most of the crowd had to look away - either out of embarrassment for the hapless assistant or out of horror from the ferocity of the attack. either way, noone's disgust matched that of the indian woman behind him, who turned to the mexican in the blue cap next to her (who was loving it) before realising that she had nothing to say and began to look through him blankly...
humiliated and excommunicated from the group, the assistant was forced to leave. the man with the guitar didn't even look up as he enthusiastically pursued a reprise of whatever the hell he had been playing before he had been so rudely interrupted. meanwhile, his former buddy collected the sandals he had left in the orderly pile that had been made by the really tidy revellers. He presently left...
like, say, when you need to write an essay or a project, the starting's the worst bit. will what i'm about to do end up being crap..? and there's always the thought that, really, it's going to be a bit of an effort once you've put pen to paper in the first place...however, this isn't an essay and i'm not dreading the prospect of it. in fact, i'm actually quite excited about this. but, as you can probably see, i still had the problem of deciding how exactly to start this thing. anyway, this is where i'm biting the bullet and publishing my very first blog post...
so, welcome (!) to the inaugural post of Printed In Gold!
but then there's also how to start...do you, like so many others, begin with some semi-appropriate quotation from some supposedly-famous poet or a cultural arbiter from times passed which has been manipulated to seem relevant to the theme of your blog? do you make an introductory post along the lines of "hello...*watch this space*"?
probably neither...this blog is all about movement, momentum, creating a stir...through the medium of music...which is why i chose an incident from today for the first post which, importantly (albeit loosely), had something to do with music...
so, anyway, here are some tunes for your listening pleasure that i've been enjoying recently (and over the last couple of years). i hope it'll give you an idea about what i'm into and what Printed In Gold is going to be about.
so, welcome (!) to the inaugural post of Printed In Gold!
but then there's also how to start...do you, like so many others, begin with some semi-appropriate quotation from some supposedly-famous poet or a cultural arbiter from times passed which has been manipulated to seem relevant to the theme of your blog? do you make an introductory post along the lines of "hello...*watch this space*"?
probably neither...this blog is all about movement, momentum, creating a stir...through the medium of music...which is why i chose an incident from today for the first post which, importantly (albeit loosely), had something to do with music...
so, anyway, here are some tunes for your listening pleasure that i've been enjoying recently (and over the last couple of years). i hope it'll give you an idea about what i'm into and what Printed In Gold is going to be about.
you've probably heard these before, but anyway
enjoy...
Revolte - 150hz
HeartsRevolution - C.Y.O.A. (Brodinski Remix)
Para One - Dudun-Dun (Boys Noize Remix)
Teenage Bad Girl - Hands Of A Stranger (Massacred By JohnLordFonda)
Bonde Do Rolê - Marina Gasolina (Fake Blood Remix)
Simian Mobile Disco - Sleep Deprivation (Club Mix)
Passions - Emergency
BONUS
Les Petits Pilous - Elise (96 kbps - but so much fun!)
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