Posts Tagged ‘muse’

(I found the reason as to why this post took too long to be written is not that I had to carefully consider my words, but because I love redheads. And I think my subconscious felt the need to keep Ariel there. Forever. Oh well, sucks to be it then, I’m posting (finished by now, not as good as I thought it should be, but have at you).)

Now, what a better way to carry on with the week than to compare different cultures and bash on them like there’s no tomorrow?

None, if you ask me! But why in God’s name would I do such a thing? Hell, because I want to (the most cliché answer ever, so what?)! Now, let’s start with something that annoys me a tad bit:

Some Club in London, I guess. Loud music, oh yeah!

Loud music is awesome, don’t get me wrong. Even more in a club, yes! But see, in most countries, that’s just absurd. If you go walking around playing your music so loudly that even that deaf mister from down the street can hear, you’re bound to suffer some sort of repression. Be it just moral or even legal. Wouldn’t it be nice if it was like that everywhere? Now with the advent of, check this,  headphones and similar things, you don’t have to let everyone know you’re listening to the newest hit in Carioca-funk. Because, you know, some might not like it. Ahem moving on.

Parties are nice. Not that I have plenty of experience in the field, but some things are kinda necessary in a party. Music, food and ambient all according to the party owner’s taste (or the invited ones’ taste, depends). Some things I can consider to be even… Plausible. Like a reunion of old friends just drinking in front of one’s house. Or a barbecue on the playground of your condominium. Even inside your apartment, that’s quite acceptable too, despite the smell it’ll leave for a day or two. The best ones, to me, still are the ones in closed places, or in a friend’s house, chilling, drinking and eating while listening to nice music. So nice.

… But this:

OK, it's not THAT awful. But... Come on.

This I don’t like. Yeah, they’re having fun, yes they’re eating somewhat properly, and no. What they’re listening to, most likely so, is not music. Opinion of mine? Kinda, see (directly from the oh-so-glorious-wikipedia):

Music is an art form whose medium is sound. Common elements of music are pitch (which governs melody and harmony), rhythm (and its associated concepts tempo, meter, and articulation), dynamics, and the sonic qualities of timbre and texture. The word derives from Greek μουσική (mousike), “(art) of the Muses.””

OK? OK. This is Muse:

Have (well, not A, but THE, still valid in my opinion) Muse.

Somewhere along… The ’90s, if I recall correctly, Carioca-funk started. And it was nice. No, really, it wasn’t that crap you hear all the time, it was actual music, like “Rio 40 Degrees” (yeah yeah, rough translation) about our costumes, our diversity and some quite nice critics to our security, violence levels and so on. See? Actual content. Not some weird fusion of sounds together with the onomatopoeia of a Brazilian synonym for “fuck” and “how” to do it. Really, here (assuming you understand what the hell he’s saying, I mean. If not, I’m sure there’s lyrics somewhere, translators help):

But this is not the point of this post, and I’m sorry. Now, proceeding: Bad music, bad parties and bad manners exist no matter where you go. My point is, in some places they’re so accentuated that they become a tradition, a costume. They become part of that place’s culture. No culture is better than another one, though. And, funny enough, almost all the inhabitants of a place critique their culture, but get dazzled and marveled with a foreign one. Just human nature, I suppose. I for one dislike, as I said twice (?) earlier, Carioca-funk and, of course, our Carnival. But that’s to be said in another post rant.

Sure, not all is lost, but little by little it withers and dies, just like an autumn leaf. Sadly, there’s no spring before that, just the awful heat of summer.

(I do not own any of the pictures/videos (thankfully for the video part) above)

On a lighter note, I like you all equally. Now, signing off,

Arthur Müller.


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