aaron collects vinyl
los palos borrachos are in my living room, living room!
![javier from coso smashing shit! there was a contact mic attached to this monitor, which i took the liberty of kicking through the rest of the set. prog-noise in the hizza! this event was part of a monthly noise/artrock/exp series called EU!ZINE at the FLA (federaci’on libertaria argentina), a low-key anarchist library and community center on av brasil around 15XX. look into it, people visiting argentina!!!
[photo credit: gatobar photography, snatched from coso’s FB page]](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kugim0d4j71qz9iteo1_500.jpg)
javier from coso smashing shit! there was a contact mic attached to this monitor, which i took the liberty of kicking through the rest of the set. prog-noise in the hizza! this event was part of a monthly noise/artrock/exp series called EU!ZINE at the FLA (federaci’on libertaria argentina), a low-key anarchist library and community center on av brasil around 15XX. look into it, people visiting argentina!!!
[photo credit: gatobar photography, snatched from coso’s FB page]
wierdest double-header of all time— super hippy multi-tonal “harmonic intervention” in Constituci’on station at friday rush hour (!!!) followed by… Jan Jelinek getting all kinds of power-noise and electro-acoustic at the Goethe Institut (with a sound system that would make Naut Humon jealous, preceding by simul-translated lecture/interview!!! hippy singalong made me miss that part, tho).
stumbled across a music fest on our way out of medellin, all bands from choco and some other western province— the audience, mostly from choco and said province, was overwhelmingly black, and this dance group’s cumbia/tambor bonanza got seriously racial…
katrina insisted we see tango, so we saw the “young and hip” orquestra típica fernandez fierro, which was a spot-on and technically proficient time-capsule reproduction of 40s-era tango (cf. anibal troilo), at a barny space near the abasto on sanchez de bustamante (which i found out the next day i had lived on, 4 blocks south of the space, at ages 1 to 2).
when left to my own devices, i attend “psychedelic tributes” to 60s cumbia artists (in this case, juaneco y su combo) with intermission shows by fire dancers at reggae bars. doooooooood.
Los Masis spin-off orchestra, led by a veteran Weltmusik player who flatly told us (even before finding out they were Cordobés) that Argentines “son todos unos arrogantes de mierda” 5 minutes into a friendly chat. WTF? I didn’t smell even a hint of alcohol to excuse such behavior (although hearing all the cute young singers call him Don Whatever may have something to do with it).
I ain’t gonna knock the Masis museum’s charango collection, tho.
