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.
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.
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
MC/ DC poster loose in Caracas.
Saving the world one poster at a time.
Unfocused MC/ DC poster out and about in the streets of Caracas.
Saving Venezuela from the curse of Greyface, one poster at a time.
This blog exists because I need work.
Paying jobs as a writer.
You should hire me and compensate me in Dollars or Bitcoin.
A little about me: I spent the last seven years of my life sculpting my first novel, “La Tormenta”, while my country, Venezuela, fell to pieces around me. The writing process was challenging enough, the hardest endeavour I’ve endured by far, and I also had to deal with devaluation over devaluation, working for a shrinking salary, shortages of everything that’s sacred, all kind of strikes and protests and roadblocks set on fire. Also, people just yapping on and on about all that and the latest sporting event, instead of listening to me whine about my work.
I also had very noisy neighbors.
So, not to brag, but I’m basically indestructible and kind of a Superhero.
In related news, in the downtime I also became a sorcerer.
And now, you can have me as part of your team. Hire me.
Cover art by: Adolfo Malavé, designer extraordinaire.
MC/ DC poster on the streets of Caracas.
Saving Venezuela from a total lack of art, one poster at a time.
MC/ DC poster in the streets of Caracas
Saving Venezuela from absolute boredom, one poster at a time.