Andy Chango interpreta a Boris Vian

28 03 2009

Menudo Fraude. Fraude maravilloso, para gozarlo. Esperaba encontrar a Andy Chango interpretando a Vian y me topé con un ejercicio de espiritismo, con una posesión. Andy lo dijo, era la sala más grande donde había interpretado este espectáculo. Y a las posesiones les va algo pequeño, más íntimo. El caso es que en vez de un tipo interpretando a un viejo genio, allí había un argentino judío borracho -Chango dixit- medium, poseído por la santísima trinidad compuesta de santo Dios Vian -muerto como todo buen dios-, Krahe hijo -cómo se reconocía su voz sin su voz- y la blanca paloma de Villena.

Chapó para el espiritista Andy Chango y los monstruos musicales que lo arropaban. Si no hubiera sido por lo excesivo de la sala, casi habríamos podido sentir que el genio de la patafísica estaba entre nosotros. Moi, je bois aussi. Salut.





Visit your grandparents, please! And sing a song to Sarah Palin.

1 10 2008

 

From The Great Schlep

The more I see, the more I like her. Sarah Silverman is great. I feel proud of my jewness (and of my muslimness, my budhismness, my christianness and most of all of my atheistness). We all should go to visit our grandparents in Florida (even if we’re not US citizens).

Jamie D, thanks for pointing me to it.

 

And a bonus on S. Palin:





Maybe Ulysses did not want to come back

1 10 2008
Les fesses de BB

Les fesses de BB

From time to time I use to browse through Rafa’s blog. I never had put too much attention on the header image, but today it suddenly drilled deep into my brain and I saw “les fesses de BB” -et mes fesses, tu les trouves belles mes fesses?, said Camille in Jean Luc Godard’s “Le Mèpris“-. Rafa, you don’t have it among your postcards, do you? At least Adalberto Libera is not in the architects list in the right column. I’m sure this is because you have not still found a postcard with a picture of the summer house on it.

the stairs (i)

the stairs (i)

Comments in Postales Inventadas/Making Up Postcards are not active, so I had to make up this post (thanks Rafa, I was in a kind of mental barren state) in my own blog.

the stairs (ii)

the stairs (ii)

So I began a chase after images of the Villa Malaparte, the film and the iconic BB, Piccoli and Palance in the film. I stole them all as I stole the title of this post (thanks, merdinhas and others for providing the material).

the livingroom

the livingroom

And yes, sometimes it seems as if Ulysses (be him Joyceian or Homeric) was investing the most of himself to not come back.

the terrace

the terrace

And stay away… in an aeternal summer time

Wonderful summertime chats on the windowsill

Wonderful summertime chats on the windowsill





My name is Tender Forever and if I’m weird I want to share.

30 07 2008

 

Hey, what’s going on when I feel you in my bones should I die or should I laugh is it fun or is it harsh. People told me you’re too sexy, you’re too sexy for me but actually I don’t care, I think it’s bullshit everywhere.

Maybe I’m weird but actually I just don’t care and if I’m weird I want to share.

Thanks Melanie Valera,

Juan.