After the release of Shelar’s Cornershop back on the 29th of January 2012, it
was time for the first official remix brought by Dj and Producer Karmasound.
The chosen tune was originally produced by El Puto Chen from Matador Rockers
in which a downtempo vibe was predominant. Karmasound flips the track speeding
it up, which injects a up lifting vibe to it. Or so I heard…
Cover design by Ernesto Mcklaine, that’s me.
OMFG!!!! It can´t be the Juanito Broders again!!!!
(Source: juanitobroders.com)
People shouldn´t be threatend by fascit pigs paid by taxpayer`s money, regardless if they want to speak Galician and are not from that part of the Peninsula.
This brings back early teenager memories while living back in Compostela. The two last years of the Milenium saw the city flooded with people dressed up in blue, with bad actitudes…really bad ones. I suppose it`s not nice that you get sent away from your family and friends, to another part of the country, to do your job. That one that people pay for, but that doesn`t justify abuse.
The last Holy Year of the Milenium was on 1999 and if my memory doesn´t betray me, the following year the title of Cultural City was given to Compostela. Both brilliant things for the city and Galicia`s economy and cultural offer, or at least the second one. At the same time the number of armed forces in the streets increased drasticlly. I could put a bet on that.
Beeing stopped at least twice a week by officers in blue seemed the norm. They just had to check who I was, ask me what I was doing, where I was going and what I had in my pockets. Beleive it or not, this feels quite disturbing after a while. When asked the reasons for stopping me, I was always replied I looked similar to someone described in a crime. Even once I was suggested that if I didn´t dress how I did, maybe I wouldn´t get stopped so much. I loved the straightness about it.
So when I read news like this in a national newspaper like El Pais, I feel disgusted and happy at the same time. Disgusted about the ongoing abuse the police still freely spread, be it by how you dress, look or speak. Remember, better not even to ask back. Happy that they got exposed, that they didn´t know who the Andalucian woman really was, a journalist, and that she was kind to ask for the Galician name of the fish shop she wanted to visit. That`s the type of people that should be welcomend in Galicia, not the others.
Acto seguido le espetó: “Corre, no vaya a ser que te demos unas hostias”. Fue antes de que los antidisturbios comenzaran a cargar contra los concentrados.¨
DISGUSTING
It has been a long time since I don´t drop any post on this, my humble blog!.More or less the last twelve months have been the culmination of a period in my life, which now hopefully will allow me to move on and do what I like.
Looking back to last summer I remember working at a local Off Licence Shop, more commonly known as a booze shop. All I can say that it was a interesting experience from which I was even able to witness how a company nation wide went in to administration and closed down. At the same time I managed to start my third year of my degree while working within this company and after that, Christmas time came.
I had already planned a trip to my home town back in the Iberian Peninsula, the Galician city of Santiago de Compostela. It had been a year since I had landed my feet on Galician soil, and a couple of weeks to spend there were more than welcome. At the same time some photography was done for my upcoming Dissertation Project of my degree.
Photographic sessions became something to do while catching up with old friends and family. Of course old city spots of my younger years where rediscoverd by my eye and memory, somehow going back in time. A city in which I haven´t lived since six years ago but with which I haven´t lost connection.
I walked again the streets of this peculiar city, famously know for its Cathedral, while my camera was aloud to capture it´s summer essence. To be honest Compostela is not really a summer city due to it´s interior location and even the local people try to escape to nearby costal cities to enjoy the beach atmosphere. This leaves the city more relaxed and less crowded, although pilgrims and tourists can still be seen. Still a fun place if you know your way around and where things are happening.
As I said old places of my younger years in the city where enjoyed again, specially El Parque de Bonaval. This palce is just amazing, an old cementary that was converted into a public park!. Not to worry, no zombies will come out of the land to hunt you down. The cementery in itself hadn´t been in use for a long time before they started the conversion of it into a public space. Nowadays it´s just a amazing space with the Museo do Pobo Galego and the CGAC practiclly integrated in to the park itself, offering a cultural offer just at a one step. It just felt correct to enjoy our afternoon in our spot.
Visiting Compostela and not enjoying it´s vast of restaurants, bars and pubs would be even maybe…offensive?!. A few were the nights spent enjoying this lifestyle, one in which socialising is what it´s all about. Well, and the nice free tapas offered in any respectable establishment!. If you know how to organise yourself, or have someone local to help out, you could actually feed yourself for free when you ask for a while.If you want variety, just move to the next bar in the route.
Nightime in the city is always active more or less throughout the week, but more in the student course time. One particular evening started at a bar called Orense where we ¨enjoyed¨ a local wine. I never been keen on this place, but my friend insisted in going. After the wine tasting experience and the realisation that nothing had changed in all these years, we moved more up north to La Plaza de San Martin Pinario and walked in to the Camalea pub. The night continued with some rounds of Licor Cafè , meaning Coffee Liquor, which took me by surprise. Walks out of the venue for air finally helped out.
After the experience with the coffee spirited beverage, we decided to continue our night getting lost throughout the city and finding other places where we could get served a drink. As always old known places where the one´s that still opened their doors for us, and allowed us to gather among other night marauders. Oh well, it´s always a good moment to take a camera with you and capture the moment!
To be continued…
