No wonder Greece is almost entirely known for its' past (oh, yeah, there's also that present mega-debt... My bad). That ancient, monumental past that keeps weighing everything (and everyone) down, no matter (and I don't wanna say because of) its' massive, sprawling glory. It weighs its children (those utter bon viveurs) into unreal, turquoise waters it does, but they find it still hard to breathe.
It's divinely comfy to rest on your laurels (the archetype of laurels) if you can spend a lifetime without them, well, wilting. But how about getting on your funky... vintage feet and playing something other than the (brooding on its' immature successors) last standing pillar of ancient civilization?
Where there's ruins and where there's debt - and where there's, also, a great canteen by the infinite blue, that goes super with your foamy ice-coffee (no argument here), that's when it's time to stand up. To your classical period fame and to your boring stiff present. Now is the time to give birth to something new. Like, say, your own present...
Which, for now, is contrastingly (and uniquely) interesting because of its' chaos (in this blog, chaos is complimentary - like kitsch and tramps). Courtesy of the rebels who try to maintain a strong political identity against a sickening power that waltzes with impunity.
Most people are just happy to copy (Greece's past, international star system's present) instead of getting off their butts and beefing up individuality (that stranger). Maybe that's the only thing they've been taught - well, how can you really compare, maaan?
Well, you don't really have to. Just stand up and do your own dance, I say. Start with something jumpy by the (bad-dy) holly Guy Deborians. So long as it's not sirtaki (stuffing yourself with spoonfuls of moussaka at the same time). Just because you already know it works...
There are great modern-day (heeey!) gigs playing, to complement your drinks after a long day in the time-capsule. Thumbs up to the tons of struggling (with their guitars and the state, mostly) punk bands in hiding (from the trend-setters) - all of you into glorious decadence, there's nothing like the anger, the irony and the... riddle-to-your-ears accent of Greek punk lyrics. Modern art is also (kinda...) trying to pave the way - but this writer speaks music (let someone else give it a try)...
Inland Greece, by the way (of trippin'), has a lot of cool things going for it, which hold their own in modern history (think the Nazi invasion monuments up North). And even though, yeah, I forgot to mention the corrupt, brainwashing, medieval spell of the Greek church (who wants to remember?), Mount Athos and Meteora make for a breath-taking trip in the AD years. And Mani's rocky castles, in the South of the Peloponnese, too - an echo to Scotland's Highlands (a little closer to the Equinox). Hardcore stuff.
A nice, tasty politics-art-history-travel salad.
Soundtrack: Agglotsoliades by The Guy Deborians
http://www.myspace.com/theguydeborians
It's divinely comfy to rest on your laurels (the archetype of laurels) if you can spend a lifetime without them, well, wilting. But how about getting on your funky... vintage feet and playing something other than the (brooding on its' immature successors) last standing pillar of ancient civilization?
Where there's ruins and where there's debt - and where there's, also, a great canteen by the infinite blue, that goes super with your foamy ice-coffee (no argument here), that's when it's time to stand up. To your classical period fame and to your boring stiff present. Now is the time to give birth to something new. Like, say, your own present...
Which, for now, is contrastingly (and uniquely) interesting because of its' chaos (in this blog, chaos is complimentary - like kitsch and tramps). Courtesy of the rebels who try to maintain a strong political identity against a sickening power that waltzes with impunity.
Most people are just happy to copy (Greece's past, international star system's present) instead of getting off their butts and beefing up individuality (that stranger). Maybe that's the only thing they've been taught - well, how can you really compare, maaan?
Well, you don't really have to. Just stand up and do your own dance, I say. Start with something jumpy by the (bad-dy) holly Guy Deborians. So long as it's not sirtaki (stuffing yourself with spoonfuls of moussaka at the same time). Just because you already know it works...
There are great modern-day (heeey!) gigs playing, to complement your drinks after a long day in the time-capsule. Thumbs up to the tons of struggling (with their guitars and the state, mostly) punk bands in hiding (from the trend-setters) - all of you into glorious decadence, there's nothing like the anger, the irony and the... riddle-to-your-ears accent of Greek punk lyrics. Modern art is also (kinda...) trying to pave the way - but this writer speaks music (let someone else give it a try)...
Inland Greece, by the way (of trippin'), has a lot of cool things going for it, which hold their own in modern history (think the Nazi invasion monuments up North). And even though, yeah, I forgot to mention the corrupt, brainwashing, medieval spell of the Greek church (who wants to remember?), Mount Athos and Meteora make for a breath-taking trip in the AD years. And Mani's rocky castles, in the South of the Peloponnese, too - an echo to Scotland's Highlands (a little closer to the Equinox). Hardcore stuff.
A nice, tasty politics-art-history-travel salad.
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Soundtrack: Agglotsoliades by The Guy Deborians
http://www.myspace.com/theguydeborians
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