In the "stroll of the Malvarrosa", this Argentine artist brightens up, like so many others, the afternoons to people of beach. In my city, Valencia; I have seen like a many like this creator of urban art, prevent them to exert its right to amuse to people without forcing to pay for that reason. Some have been stopped even and fined to entertain yes... and, to entertain it is a crime today in day. Apparently, for the ediles and authorities of my city, "art" is to pay 200 euros to go to the opera, or to make a tail of 4 hours in a museum to see linen cloths, previous payment. Art is to mortgage part of your expenses, and vestirte with a cheap suit of unreal apriencia to your life to be able to see the work of which not even ja dedicated to words or a smile to you since east young person makes Argentine. The difference eradicates, in which this boy does not request tickets of euros by his spectacle, so single currencies. And in our maravilllosa city, and in its wonderful marine stroll made in "Americas cup" that well is not seen more... degrades to us to city of second row, city of scrounger... The art that is exerted in the street is in declivity, and we must avoid it. To my they took to me to see the old one that towards speaking to a magpie in the round seat, the clowns of the seat of the Tossal, and the mimos of the seat of the queen. As it said to east young person artistazo: "Please, I do not request currencies to them, I demand it... respect to the artists of the street... without them, would not be the same..." ... En el "paseo de la Malvarrosa", este artista Argentino ameniza, como tantos otros, las tardes a los transeuntes de playa. En mi ciudad, Valencia; he visto como a muchos como este creador de arte urbano, les impiden ejercer su derecho a divertir a la gente sin obligar a pagar por ello. Incluso algunos han sido detenidos y multados por entretener ... y si, entretener es un delito hoy en dia. Al parecer, para los ediles y autoridades de mi ciudad, "arte" es pagar 200 euros por ir a la opera, o hacer una cola de 4 horas en un museo por ver lienzos, previo pago. Arte es hipotecar parte de tus gastos, y vestirte con un traje barato de apriencia irreal a tu vida para poder ver la obra de alguien que ni siquiera te ja dedicado unas palabras o una sonrisa como lo hace este joven argentino. La diferencia erradica, en que este chico no pide billetes de euros por su espectaculo, tan solo unas monedas. Y en nuestra maravilllosa ciudad, y mas en su maravilloso paseo maritimo made in "Americas cup" eso no esta bien visto ... nos degrada a ciudad de segunda fila, ciudad de pediguenos ... El arte que se ejerce en la calle esta en declive, y debemos evitarlo. A mi me llevaban a ver al viejo que hacia hablar a un urraca en la plaza redonda, los payasos de la plaza del Tossal, y los mimos de la plaza de la reina. Como dijo este joven artistazo: "Por favor, no les pido monedas, se lo exijo ... respeten a los artistas de la calle ... sin ellos, no seria lo mismo ..."

Today was a fun day. In part, this is inspired the renewal of my relationship with one of my favourite albums. Beck's "Midnight Vultures" must be one the sleaziest, sexiest, funniest collections of songs I can think of. The CD was put through the hopkinsii car wringer and has been unplayable for years. But now I have it again! This is partly inspired by the CD cover, partly by the video for "Mixed Bizness*" (one of the songs on the disk) and Beck himself. I will always admire a man in a linen suit first, ask questions later. * I'm mixing business with leather Christmas with Heather Freaks flock together Makin' all the b-boys scream All right, all right, turn it up now, turn it up now All right, all right, turn it up now, ooh Word up to the manthing She's always cold lamping Visine at the canteen I just want to watch you dance All right, all right, turn it up now, turn it up now All right, all right, turn it up now, ooh ooh ooh Do you wanna ride on the Baltic sea? I'll be your mistress, C.O.D. I'll comb your hair, rewrite your diary Pour champagne on a honey bee She can really do me, she can really do me She can look right through me and make all the b-boys scream I'm mixing fitness with leather Homework with Heather Freaks flock together And make all the lesbians scream All right, all right, turn it up now, turn it up now All right, all right, turn it up now, ooh ooh ooh Oh well... It makes about as much sense as any other Beck song. But the words are real words - just look them up in the Becktionary... April 2007