Damon, I know the show is already made, but read this anyway.
I gave this movie a casual second look and noticed something tremendous. I’m not claiming this was 100% Hitchcock’s intention, but “The Birds” (1963) can be seen this way: Continue reading
“We have to continually be jumping off cliffs and developing our wings on the way down.”
I wrote this killer article as my audition tape for Writing Bunny, a content company, and of course I got the job. I know I promised not to brag, but hey… the article is as concrete as a hammer to the forehead and showcases my knowledge of the thème du jour: Content Marketing. My new specialty. You should read the whole thing but, since everyone is so busy these days, here are a few selected fragments: Continue reading
November, 2018 – We’re staying on the music business. There’s no other way around this, it’s the main area I can deliver the goods with confidence and knowledge. I have a plan already in motion to expand this report into all the arts, but until it gains momentum you all are stuck with music and more music.
On this edition we’re entering the wayback machine and exploring classic albums that might not be so classic to the international audience these Art Reports are cultivating. Amazingly we’re staying in Venezuela, when these albums came out the population of the country wasn’t spread all over the world. Sadly, we’re staying in Caracas. Because I’m biased. And at that point in time not that many albums from outside the capital saw the light of day.
So, let’s do this: Continue reading
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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