So, I let it all out and got my first feature in an online publication I respect and admire. I don’t know if you’re aware of Metapsychosis, but they publish articles of the highest caliber and everyone involved seems to be some kind of genius, present company excluded. Anyway, my piece is a first-person shooter about my recent experiences as an immigrant and it starts like this:
I haven’t admitted to myself that I left my country for good. If you ask me, I’m on vacations, looking for business opportunities and establishing contact with likeminded people. Everyone I’ve met told me not to go back, to at least get some kind of legal documentation from another country, to spread my wings. They all want to talk about the crisis, most of them ask me for possible solutions I don’t have and look at me with understated pity. And I understand.
Later on it gets political even though it pretends not to:
I don’t feel comfortable discussing politics or economics, but I’ll say that every article I read about Venezuela’s situation, from both sides of the conflict, feels shallow and agenda driven. I wouldn’t even consider the opinion of an outsider that gets its information from the media, I’m talking about high level journalists that live inside the country. All of their analysis seems to be evading basic truths, facts, causes. They seem to ignore the macro, the big picture, and what a small but crucial dot in the grand chessboard Venezuela is.
And almost at the end it gets all cinéma vérité:
The last time I set foot in Caracas it offered me a sad and creepy spectacle. It was a Saturday and a shopping mall I used to walk by frequently when I lived there was almost deserted, most of the shops were closed and only a few lost souls were there. The streets weren’t empty, but they weren’t exactly beaming with life, and the traffic was so light you might as well have been in a frontier town. And the faces, oh, the broken faces…
But please do read the whole thing, it’s not that long and it hits you hard.
I first heard about Foster through “Plant the Rapper”, his now-deleted Chance the Rapper diss. I’d just released my reasonings about the superstar’s suspicious rise to fame and his lyrics had ten times more information than my video. Also, they had slick lines and were funny.
His band’s name is a reference to Ken Kesey’s Merry Pranksters, characters that are bound to appear frequently on this blog, and they’ve just released two back to back EPs that will not get the attention they deserve because they reveal too much. Foster might be a firecracker on Twitter, but he knows what’s up. They combine rock and hip hop in a brand new way; Danny Brown once rightly said that this particular mix of genres died because of Fred Durst, but Foster & the Pranksters don’t sound anything like the ill fated rap metal.
It’s to be noted that “La Honda” features Royce Da 5’9″ on the final track, one of the coldest MCs out there
when he’s not defending Eminem.
The formal info about the release says:
Look: I recently became immortal.
My first novel is out, the Spanish Edition of “La Tormenta” is already available on Amazon. Of course I’m getting it translated into English, but it’s going to be a while so you might as well get this one and help a brother out. It’s worth the price of admission, everything you need to know about this world is in there, guaranteed. And for every copy sold a random white horse will get a horn in the forehead, making the planet a more magical place in this time of need. With “La Tormenta” everybody wins.
The novel is about time, magick, hip hop, discordianism, high weirdness, psychedelics, philosophy, Caracas, Mérida, 2012, physics, conspiracy, impotence, weed, rockets, the meaning of life, a life of meaning, nature, The Occult, frustration, insanity, music, catharsis, apotheosis and much, much more. “La Tormenta”, out now.
I’m sorry to inform you all that Bitcoin and cryptocurrencies in general are a trap. And that’s the main reason why they’ll succeed. That’s all you need to know, but do read on if you need details: Continue reading
Listen: I have to change gears with this blog. There’s no other way around it.
As I’ve told you before (once, twice) this publication’s objective is to serve as a living and breathing CV to get jobs as a writer, and it worked. The thing is, terrible occurrences started happening when I announced it. If you get one thing from this blog let it be this: don’t brag. It’s bad luck. As soon as I did, the matrix started glitching and in a span of two weeks those two jobs vanished into thin air. I’m not giving any details, I’m a gentleman after all, but I’ll say this: it wasn’t my employers fault nor mine, it was something in the air. Bad juju. Weird vibes.
So yeah, I have to change gears, and the guides to Venezuelan Art (one, two) are the guiding posts I’ll follow from now on. I’ll still use this blog as my CV, but I won’t talk about my paid work anymore. You should still hire me though.
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September, 2018 – Wow, this was hard. Like most of the artists featured in this art reports, I had to leave Venezuela. My story is material for another post, but the pertinent point is: I haven’t had a reliable Internet connection for a while and that’s the reason continuing this took so long. No excuses though. I have to be more reliable.
This second edition of the Venezuelan Art Report is a music special, because music was my topic of choice before I promised to write about boring subjects, which I still plan to do. Someday in the future.
But for the time being, in the present, after the jump, you have a kickass Venezuelan Art Report music special: Continue reading
I went back to hip hop and lost all of my audience. I can’t blame them, this topic is old news and I spent more than two months without posting content in my You Tube channel. I’m going through changes in my personal life, I had to leave my country and my computer behind, I have no realiable Internet connection here and I’m literally homeless, but hey… that’s a topic for another post. The point I was trying to make: this is the last video on my classic set and probably the last one for a while in general.
It’s about hip hop and rock, mumble rap and punk and pop punk. It’s about culture and the lack of it. It’s about the new wave and the old school. Please watch it.
The formal information goes like this: Continue reading
MC/ DC poster adorning the streets of Caracas.
Saving Venezuela from your lies, one poster at a time.
June, 2018. – We travel around the world for the inaugural Venezuelan Art Report.
Let’s make this space useful. I have access to a wealth of information almost nobody is privy to, all of the artists the Venezuelan Art Report will feature need exposure and an international audience and this blog needs some kind of focus. Everybody wins, especially you, the art connoisseur hungry for the new new new wave, for the skewed vision that coming from a destroyed country provides.
This is going to be incredible for all parts involved, I can feel it. And it starts now: Continue reading
I finally stoped talking about hip hop.
Instead of dumbing it down for clicks and likes, I decided to go the other way and repel all possible audiences with my cheap super nerdy philosophy. I’m 100% right though, don’t get me wrong. In my mind it’s also a comedy video, although a complicated one.
Anyway, the formal information and Elon’s videos I’m replying to: Continue reading