<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554681</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:24:06.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul Punk #1</title><subtitle type='html'>The adventures and travails of a young fresh fellow (and some crap about music)

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</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulpunk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05601981375289040089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554681.post-94148890</id><published>2003-05-11T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-11T07:25:57.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo, whateva&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554681-94148890?l=soulpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/94148890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/94148890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulpunk.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94148890' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05601981375289040089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554681.post-92947203</id><published>2003-04-20T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-20T14:49:06.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt; Como todos sabemos, as revoluções liberais do ínicio do século XIX levaram à instauração de regimes liberais em muitos países da Europa e até para além desse continente. No entanto, estes regimes caracterizavam-se por um liberalismo bastante moderado, o que leva a que, durante o século XIX, este seja aperfeiçoado; de facto, atendendo à pressão exercida pebaixa burgesia (na qual se tornava cada vez mais popular o republicanismo e o radicalismo), bem como o perigo das agitações proletárias e socialistas, os governos no poder não tinham outra opção a não ser conceder mais direitos e mais liberdades à população em geral. De realçar são: a criação de monarquias constitucionais (nas quais o rei tem um poder principalmente simbólico; um bom exemplo deste regime seria a Grã-Bretanha, que ainda hoje vive sob este regime); a criação de repúblicas (regime com governos temporários e democraticamente eleitos; o grande representante dessa forma de governar no século XIX era a França); o parlamentarismo e o sufrágio universal (não totalmente universal, note-se de passagem: as mulheres não podiam votar); o desenvolvimento da instrução e da informação (liberdade de imprensa, escolaridade obrigatória, etc.) e a alastração (por vezes até violenta) do laicismo, havendo um grande interesse na separação da igreja e do estado. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também Portugal ansiava por mudança: o regime monárquico, que começou a entrar numa longa crise em 1880 que eventualmente iria conduzir ao seu derrube em 1910, mostrava-se cada vez mais ineficaz de lidar com os problemas do seu país. Para começar, Portugal encontrava-se numa grave crise económica (crise essa que resultaria finalmente na entrada em bancarrota); depois, havia o descontentamento social (principalmente das classes médias, afastadas de quaisquers decisões políticas) e o descrédito político de um governo permanentemente envolvido em escandalos perante uma população mal-instruída e apática. Enfim, o clima era desolador, e povo estava apenas à espera de um pretexto para cair em revolta; este pretexto concretizou-se na forma do Ultimato Britânico (que levou Portugal a desistir de algumas das suas colónias.) Estava, assim, completa a revolta: em 1891 dá-se a primeira tentativa de revolução; em 1908 concretiza-se o regicídio; e a cinco de Outobro de 1910, declara-se a primeira república em Portugal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este foi um período de grande mudança em Portugal: para além das qualidades inerentes a qualquer sociedade verdadeiramente democrática (igualdade social, sufrágio universal, etc.), o governo da primeira república empenhou-se também em concretizar medidas ao nível de vários campos liberais, tais como o laicismo (liberdade e igualdade de cultos; abolição de juramentos religiosos no registo civil; proibição de ordens monásticas; supressão de feriados católicos e ensino laíco) o parlamentarismo (constroi-se em Portugal um complexo sistema político, o qual sofria devido à falta de organização dos partidos políticos e por isso levou à muita instabilidade política e ao eventual derrube da república) e a legislação social (no trabalho, dá-se o direito à greve, a regularização das horas de trabalho e a criação de seguros; de resto, promovia-se a instrução e a melhoria das condições de vida.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atendendo à estes factores, vê-se facilmente que a primeira república agiu principalmente no interesse do operariado e da pequena burgesia, aumentando os direitos e melhorando as condições de vida das classes baixas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No entanto, nem toda a Europa cedeu totalmente aos valores liberais. Poderosos estados autoritários, regidos por soberanos autocratas e totalitários, subsistiam- era o caso dos impérios da Alemanha, da Rússia e da Austro-Húngria. Apesar de alguns compromissos por parte dos impérios Alemão e Austro-Húngaro (a criação de constituições, o sufrágio universal), estes países continuavam a operar sob um sistema que suprimia a liberdade política e os direitos individuais. O aparente sucesso desses sistemas devia-se principalmente às forcas conservadoras- a igreja e a nobreza, receosas de perderem os seus poderes num estado mais liberal, e a burocracia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para conservarem a sua existência de forma sólida, esses impérios recorriam também à opressão de identidades nacionais: a germanização e a russificação alastravam-se pelos respectivos territórios conquistados, impondo o Alemão e o Russo como linguas oficiais e (no caso da Rússia) suprimindo até a liberdade de religião.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos esses comportamentos autoritários e repressivos levavam a um clima cada vez mais tenso e conflictouso na Europa; foi este conjunto de antipatias entre povos e países que acabou por levar à 1ª Guerra Mundial. Após esse conflicto, os dias dos grandes impérios tinham chegado ao fim: na Rússia, deu-se a revolução comunista, enquanto que a Alemanha e a Áustria tornaram-se repúblicas democráticas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando analizamos as correntes políticas do fim do século XIX/início do século XX, um dos nomes que mais importancia tem é o de Karl Marx. Analista político, este desenvolveu o conceito de materialismo histórico, segundo o qual toda a história da humanidade fez-se à custa da exploração do proletáriado, sendo por isso necessário encontrar um novo meio de produção no qual não houvesse exploração do homem pelo homem- o comunismo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta filosofia começa a ganhar mais e mais adeptos, criando assim novas correntes políticas, denominadas socialistas. Dá-se um grande ênfase à luta de classes, ou seja, à luta entre os proletários oprimidos e os seus exploradores capitalistas, e aspira-se a uma ditadura do proletariado, regime no qual todo o capital é propriedade do “povo”, ou seja, de um estado controlado pelo proletáriado. No entanto, para que se possa garantir o sucesso deste regime, será necessário que a revolução socialista ocorra a nivel internacional- daí a fundação das Internacionais Operárias, associações que defendiam os direitos do proletariado ao mesmo tempo que planeavam a construção de regimes socialistas. No entanto, essas organizações desde sempre sofriam sob grandes conflictos interiores- principalmente devido às facções anarquistas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A corrente anarquista foi outra das ideologias que gozou de grande popularidade nesta época- os seus defensores consideravam-se contra todo o tipo de autoridade (estado, propriedade privada, religião, etc.) e muitas das suas facções não receavam a acção directa, não só organisando greves mas também sendo responsáveis por atentados contra figuras do estado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para além do socialismo e do anarquismo, muitos preferiam ainda a ideologia social-democrata, que visava uma lenta e serena transformação do capitalismo em socialismo, sem recorrer a medidas violentas ou revoluções, e sempre no quadro de uma sociedade livre e democrática. Este sistema teve bastante sucesso na Alemanha, onde partidos social-democratas tiveram um papel vital na obtenção de mais direitos pelo operariado; também esta corrente não era do agrado dos Marxistas, por virtude de ser demasiado moderada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto isso, a Rússia subsistia num regime totalmente autoritário, sem o mínimo interesse pelas novas ideologias liberais. O estado do país era nessa altura lástimavel, e a população revoltada: os agricultores, que se encontravam num estado quase idêntico ao dos velhos servos da idade média, queriam a posse da terra que trabalhavam; os operários exigiam melhores condições de vida e de trabalho; e mesmo a burgesia e até a nobreza liberal desejavam uma pátria mais politicamente aberta e modernizada. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pouco espantou, então, a revolução de Fevreiro de 1917, a qual acabou definitivamente com o czarismo e instalou rapidamente um governo provisório. No entanto, este governo teve graves dificuldades em defender as suas medidas, em grande parte devido à pressão exercida pelo influencial partido bolchevique. Com a re-entrada do carismático Lenine no país, foi inevitável que algo mudasse, e assim concretizou-se a revolução de Outobro, depondo o governo provisório e substituindo-o por um governo socialista, encabeceado por Lenine, Estaline e Trotzky. Foi o ínicio da ditadura do  proletáriado na Rússia, que em breve se iria transformar em União Soviética.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teóricamente, o novo regime de Lenine teria dado o poder ao povo, visto que os supostos detentores do poder governamental- os sovietes- eram elegidos por sufrágio universal. No entanto, estes indivíduos estavam completamente sob o controle do Partido Comunista, que oprimia quaisquers divergências de opinião com o estado; muitos dos sovietes eram até membros desse mesmo partido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De facto, o regime de Lenine rapidamente se tornou num regime autoritário e violento- na sua preocupação em defender a doutrina Marxista-Lenininsta a todo o custo, o governo optou por seguir as medidas do assim chamado comunismo de guerra, as quais suprimiam totalmente a liberdade de imprensa, a liberdade de opinião, a liberdade de expressão, etc. Ao mesmo tempo, fundou-se a polícia secreta, que iria semear o terror e a desconfiança por toda a população. O novo regime mostrava-se totalitário e repressivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas embora que o comunismo de guerra fosse bastante eficiente em oprimir qualquer oposição política, havia outros problemas, de cariz económico. De acordo com os ideas Marxistas, tinha-se instalado a colectivização total dos campos e das empresas, de modo a que todos os capitais pertencessem ao estado, e assim (em teoria) ao povo; no entanto, a Rússia encontrava-se numa crise económica tão grave (causada pela destruição provocada pela 1ª guerra mundial, bem como pela fraca industralização do país) que foi necessário passar para um plano um bocado mais moderado. A NEP- Nova Politica Económica- visou a privatização de algumas empresas e o adiamento da colectivização, de modo a fazer a União Soviética ultrapassar a sua crise económica, visto que o socialismo não poderia florescer sobre escombros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lenine preocupava-se também com o alastramento da sua doutrina, uma vez que (como Marx tinha já determinado) a revolução teria que ocorrer à nível internacional para obter os resultados desjados; daí a fundação do Komitern, a terceira Internacional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com a morte de Lenine, subio ao poder Estaline, inciando uma nova era na União Soviética. Em primeiro plano, Estaline preocupava-se com a reorganização económica do seu país: regressou-se à colectivização, deu-se um grande aumento na produção (provocado em grande parte pelo duro e deshumano trabalho ao qual grande parte da população se teve de submeter) e assistiu-se pela primeira vez a uma verdadeira revolução indústrial na Rússia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao mesmo tempo, a forma de governar tiránica de Estaline apagou quaisquers rastos dos ideas liberais que ainda pudessem ter subsistido durante o governo de Lenine. Vivia-se agora um clima de totalitarismo repressivo absoluto; vários ex-membros do governo foram executados, outros (como Trotzky) assasinados pelos serviços secretos. Ao mesmo tempo, assistia-se ao nascer de um “culto ao líder”; Estaline punha-se num estatuto megalománo de Deus, obrigando a população da União Soviética a venerá-lo como tal. Foi talvez a era mais violenta e escura da história da União Soviética. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noutros países da Europa surgiram como sabemos modelos diferentes de governo, nomeadamente o fascista; mas para entender o sucesso dos mesmos, é necessário antes de mais nada considerar o estado da Europa nesse tempo. Ora bem, a Europa no ínicio dos anos ‘20 encontrava-se numa grave crise a quase todos os níveis. A derrota de certas potências Europeias na 1ª guerra mundial levou à ruína e a dividas, as quais por sua vez resultaram numa inflação monetária tão exagerada que grande parte das populações de países como a Alemanha, a Áustria e a Húngria vivia agora na miséria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A situação era grave, de modo a que  foi necessário adoptar uma nova estratégia económica, decidida na Conferência de Génova- optaria-se pelo capitalismo liberal, orientado para uma produção em massa para o consumo em massa. Esta técnica mostrava no ínicio ser bastante eficaz: no entanto, a crise consistente na agricultura, o desemprego provocado pela mecanização do trabalho, e o proteccionismo económico dos E.U.A. contribuiam para que esta suposta nova prosperidade chegasse rapidamente ao fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em 1929, deu-se a catástrofe por meio do crash da bolsa Americana. Este provocou a falência de inúmeras empresas, o que provocou pela sua parte a falência dos bancos, dependentes financeiramente dessas mesmas empresas. O desemprego e a miséria alastraram-se pelos Estados Unidos, mas esta crise atingiu também gravemente as economias de todos os estados dependentes dos E.U.A.- diminuíam as trocas internacionais, acabavam-se os capitais Americanos. O mundo entrava em crise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um quadro económico assim tão negativo não podia deixar de levar consigo consequências políticas: o povo apercebia-se cada vez mais que os governos dos seus países não tinham as ideas nem os meios para travar esta crise. E enquanto a reputação da democracia liberal começava a ser manchada, aumentava o medo do comunismo- depois da revolução bolchevique na Rússia, houve várias tentativas por parte das classes baixas de a imitar, mais importantemente na Alemanha; óbviamente, a possibilidade da criação de um regime comunista não agradava à burgesia, seja ela alta ou baixa, visto que tomava em conta a perda dos seus capitais. Foi portanto a combinação de miséria financeira e medo de uma revolução socialista que levou à ascenção de regimes fascistas em vários estados Europeus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E de facto, as correntes extremistas da direita ganhavam cada vez mais poder. Foi Mussolini que instaurou o primeiro regime fascista na Europa, quando obrigou o próprio rei da Itália a conceder-lhe o título de regente do país; simultaneamente, subiam ao poder na Alemanha o partido Nazi liderado por Adolf Hitler. Mas não foi só nessas grandes potências que o fascismo se alastrou- estados autoritários, geralmente com ideologias de direita, apareciam também em Portugal, bem como em vários países da Europa Central.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para os povos que viviam sob esses regimes, o fascismo foi visto incialmente como uma salvação da crise e da miséria em que se encontravam; apenas mais tarde as consequências da opressão do fascismo e do terror da ideologia Nazi seriam compreendidas completamente. Por enquanto, os discursos de homens carismáticos como Hitler e Mussolini encorajavam o povo a pensar que se estaria a aproximar de uma nova era de glória, saindo da crise económica e protegido do comunismo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há que notar também que muitos dos países onde o fascismo gozou de popularidade eram nações que anteriormente tinham pertencido aos velhos impérios, e que portanto não estavam acostumados ao sistema da democracia liberal. O fascismo era portanto uma espécie de regresso a tempos mais simples, sem a turbulência política que a democracia implica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E para além disto, os governos faziam tudo para impedir que houvesse vozes de protesto no povo. Na Itália, Mussolini cultivava a idea do “estado” como uma espécie de ser superior, um bem comum a que todos os individous se deveriam sacrificar; ao mesmo tempo, a sua figura de líder incentivava um culto fanático, semelhante aquele que Estaline estava a tentar conquistar na Rússia. Na Alemanha, o partido Nazi defendia uma ideologia que considerava que a raça Ariana (da qual os Alemães faziam parte) era geneticamente superior, o que óbviamente aumentava a moral do povo; para além do culto ao líder, também aqui presente, apostava-se principalmente num nacionalismo extremista, na idea da Alemanha como nação destinada a regir o mundo. Em ambos os casos, fez-se excelente uso das mais variadas técnicas de propaganda;também em ambos os casos, qualquer oposição e/ou cepticismo era oprimido da forma mais violenta e autoritária possivel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos regimes fascistas, o governo controlava tudo. Oposição política não existia, ou se existia, existia à margem da lei e sem grandes possibilidades de realmente influenciar as decisões políticas do país. Enquanto que na União Soviética, o estado controlava a indústria alegadamente em favor do operariado, nos estados fascistas a intervenção do estado na economia serviam principalmente para oprimir quaisquers movimentos operários, proibindo a greve e instalando “sindicatos” controlados inteiramente pelo estado. A liberdade intelectual já não existia: analistas, críticos, escritores e artistas eram presos e censurados se as suas opiniões não condizessem com a ideologia do eatado. Até mesmo a vida social das pessoas era controlada pelo estado, que organizava todo o tipo de organizações de tempos livres para aumentar o entusiasmo do povo pelo regime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No caso da Alemanha Nazi, este tipo de atitude assumio contornos ainda mais graves quando a idea da superioridade étnica da raça Ariana começou a servir como justificação para a discriminação das minorias étnicas. A perseguição dos Judeus em particular assumio dimensões cada vez mais trágicas, sendo os membros desta raça submetidos a tudo desde a “confiscaçõ” de todos os seus bens à estadia em campos de concentração, onde eram submetidos a torturas e trabalhos insuportáveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto à ditadura em Portugal, as circunstâncias da sua criação foram outras. É certo que a crise económica mundial também afectava o nosso país, mas o que mais pertubava o povo era a incompetência do seu governo. Um sistema governamental confuso e complexo levava à quase impossibilitação da tomada de decisões politicas, ao mesmo tempo que se sucediam num ritmo alucinante os governos. Toda esta instabilidade politica fazia com que os habitantes de Portugal ansiassem por um regime que saberia defender a sua autoridade e governar o país de forma coerente. Tudo isto levou ao golpe militar de 28 de Maio de 1926, data que a grande maioria da população (incluíndo muitos liberais e republicanos!) na altura viu como o começo de uma nova era dourada. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No entanto, esta ditadura militar teve de lidar com vários problemas: a instabilidade dos executivos, o agravamento da crise económica, o abaixamento da moral do povo. Em 1928, sobe ao poder o presidente da república Óscar Carmona, com o professor Oliveira Salazar na pasta das finanças. Este é em grande parte responsável pela recuperação económica do país, sendo portanto natural que fosse nomeado chefe do governo em 1932. Simultaneamente, a partir de 1930 começa-se a trabalhar na idea do “Estado Novo”, o qual irá definir a ditadura em Portugal durante as próximas décadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este novo regime, encabeceado por Salazar, assume desde o ínicio traços da extrema direita fascista. Note-se o desdém pela democracia; o conservadorismo (refutação total de quaisquers doutrinas progressitivistas, desde a democracia liberal ao Marxismo; insistência nos valores tradicionais e na grande história de Portugal); nacionalista (ódio pelos “estrangeirados”; em vez da superioridade étnica defendida por Hitler, Salazar apenas fomentava uma vaga xenófobia e um sentido de patrotismo quase fanático); colonialista (o Estado Novo insistia na posse das colónias, o que acabou por levar a varias guerras) e o corporativismo à moda da Itália de Mussolini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De facto, Mussolini foi de muita forma a maior fonte de inspiração das políticas do Estado Novo: do seu modelo de governo vieram as predilecções Salazristas pela idea do Estado (“tudo pelo estado, nada contra o estado”), os métodos de opressão da liberdade da expressão e a entrada do estado em todos os aspectos da vida pública e social. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas mesmo enquanto o fascismo tomava posse de Portugal, da Alemanha, da Itália e da Europa Central, subsistiam regimes democráticos que se encontravam nesse tempo a lutar com todos os meios possíveis contra a crise económica que estava a ameaçar a sua estabilidade. A maioria dos países adoptou uma doutrina de intervencionismo económico, de acordo com as ideas do economista Britânico John Keynes. Esta ditava que o estado deveria saber regular o comércio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dos exemplos em que esta doutrina melhor funcionou eram os Estados Unidos, onde foi adoptado a política do “New Deal”. Na primeira fase, este baseou-se em: medidas financeiras rigorosas (encerramento temporário de instituições bancárias para o propósito de inspecções federais, sanções contra especuladores, requisição de ouro, etc.), política de grandes trabalhos (combate do desemprego por meio das obras públicas) e a protecção da agricultura (empréstimos para os agricultores, indemnizações para o descréscimo de território) e da indústria (fixação dos precos mínimos e máximos.) Na sua segunda fase, o New Deal tomou contornos mais sociais: introduzio-se a reforma por velhice, o fundo de desemprego, o salário mínimo, etc. Estava assim estabelecida a noção de “welfare state”, um estado que cuida dos seus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este welfare state também teve o seu sucesso na Inglaterra, onde numerosas medidas foram tomadas para ajudar as classes operárias, mais destacadamente o “Holiday With Pay Act”, que ditava que os operários eram pagos nas férias. Através da maior cobrança de impostos nas classes altas e médias, foi possível ao governo Britânico estabelecer um maior equilibrio da riqueza. Enquanto isso, na França, assistia-se ao grande triunfo do movimento grevista que foi a Frente Popular. Após uma desesperada luta, o governo teve que intervir, incentivando discussões que iriam levar aos acordos de Matignon, os quais por sua vez levaram a muitos progressos na área dos direitos do trabalhador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note-se que, em todos estes casos, foi possivel lutar contra a crise dentro de quadros democráticos e politicamente co-operativos. Ao mesmo tempo, cresciam de popularidade movimentos de esquerda menos extremistas do que os bolcheviques- as Frentes Populares ganharam eleições tanto na França como na Espanha, concretizando uma série de medidas para o bem estar das classes operárias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nestes tempos, a única organização internacional que existia era a Sociedade das Nações, grupo maioritariamente incapaz de lidar com os conflictos que agora se desenvolviam. Isto comprovou-se no seu falhanço em deter as politicas expansionistas e imperalistas da Itália, da Alemanha e do Japão, as quais agore se reuniam, atravês de acordos e tratados, num “Eixo Imperialista” dos regimes totalitários.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No entanto, apesar desta ameaça os regimes liberais encontravam-se ainda esperançosos de evitar uma nova guerra. Note-se os Acordos De Munique, em que a Grã-Bretanha e a França aprovaram a ocupação dos Sudetas por parte de forças Alemãs, esperando assim saciar o apetite conquistador de Hitler. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não funcionou- o imperalismo Alemão e Italiano continuava a resultar na conquista de mais e mais países por parte das forças fascistas. Finalmente, a Grã-Bretanha e a França decidiram mudar a sua política externa, oferecendo auxilio aos países ameaçados pelos poderes do Eixo; tentaram também obter o auxilio da União Soviética, mas esta tinha já assinado um tratado de não-agressão com a Alemanha. 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type='text/html' href='http://soulpunk.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87655553' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05601981375289040089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554681.post-87554963</id><published>2003-01-16T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-16T14:08:31.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No fim do século XVIII, iniciou-se na Inglaterra um movimento que, durante o século XIX, alastrou-se por toda a Europa e pelos Estados Unidos: estou a falar, é claro, da revolução indústrial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes de mais nada, é precido dizer que a revolução indústrial foi provocada em parte por outra inovação  do tempo: a revolução dos transportes. Tanto ao nível terreste como ao nível maritimo, surgiram meios de transporte cada vez mais eficientes e rápidos, o que facilitava imensamente o comércio entre países. Talvez a mais importante de todas essas inovações foi o alastramento dos caminhos de ferro, que facilitou de modo radical o transporte tanto de bens como de pessoas, contribuindo assim para uma abertura do mundo não só ao nível económico como tambêm ao nível cultural e social. E para além disso, tambêm os meios de comunicação começaram a ser mais rápidos devido ao telégrafo e (muito mais tarde) devido ao telefone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao mesmo tempo, tambêm ocorrem grandes mudanças ao nível da agricultura: a crescente mecanização, o uso da adubagem, a especialização das culturas e a criação de pastos foram apenas alguns dos factores que contribuiram para a modernização da agricultura no tempo da revolução indústrial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente, são de notar tambêm as inovações ao nível da ciencia, principalmente a descoberta do uso correcto de fontes de energia como o petróleo e a electricidade. De facto, a ciencia e a técnica encontram-se extremamente ligadas durante a revolução indústrial, visto que é a ciencia que faz as descobertas que são depois aplicadas a nivel práctico pela indústria, a qual por sua vez junta assim os fundos necessários para o desenvolvimento da ciencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É óbvio que todos estes progressos não podiam ser alcançados sem a existência de matérias primas, e é por isto que se desenvolve um comércio multi-lateral: todas as nações indústralizadas trocam entre si produtos indústriais, enquanto que certas matérias primas (bem como alguns alimentos) são obtidos nas colónias. Este novo comércio fez com que a maioria das grandes potências envergassem por uma política livre-cambista, se bem que voltassem frequentemente ao proteccionismo em tempos de crise económica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os diferentes países da Europa desenvolveram-se a ritmos diferentes. Sem dúvida, a Inglaterra foi a "rainha" da revolução indústrial por um grande tempo, devido a vários factores, tais como a sua supremacia no dominio da energia a vapor, a liderança na produção de vários metais, a posse de uma gigantesca frota comercial e um sistema ferróviario bastante denso, o valor dos seus investimentos a nível internacional,  o seu poderio monetário e financeiro e a extensão dos seus mercados indústriais na África. No entanto, ao fim do século XIX, esta hegemonia Inglesa começou a enfraquecer devido á concorrência de países como a Alemanha, a França e a Bélgica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para além das grandes mudanças globais que a revolução indústrial trouxe, há tambêm as mudanças mais prácticas, das quais é de destacar principalmente a substituição das velhas oficinas pelas novas fábricas, as quais se mostravam mais efectivas, devido ao seu tamanho e á sua atmosfera de rigidez. É de notar que estas fábricas eram empresas capitalistas, ou seja, aqueles que nelas trabalhavam não eram os mesmos que investiam os capitais. De ínicio, as fábricas eram a propriedade de individous, familias ou pequenos grupos de amigos. No entanto, este método mostrou ser demasiado arriscado a nível financeiro, uma vez que os donos tinham frequentemente que investir practicamente toda a sua fortuna. Deu-se assim a criação de sociedades anónimas, as quais permitiam uma maior mobilidade de capitais e menos risco no caso de um investimento falhar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com o passar do tempo, o mercado tornou-se mais e mais competitivo, visto que era preciso produzir muito material a baixos preços. Isto fez com que apenas as maiores fortunas conseguissem sobreviver, ou seja, incentivou a criação de monopólios, tanto verticais (nos quais uma companhia controla todas as fases da produção) como horizontais (nos quais uma companhia controla quase por inteiro uma fase da produção.) Foi nesta fase tambêm que se deu o triunfo dos bancos privados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como já vimos, a revolução indústrial é uma época de grande prosperidade e progresso, o que leva a uma verdadeira explosão demográfica, provocada pelo radical decréscimo da taxa de mortalidade (que se deve a melhores condições clínicas, higiénicas e alimentares.) Ao mesmo tempo, assistiu-se tambêm ao desenvolvimento dos meios urbanos, uma vez que a população do campo virava-se cada vez mais para a cidade, esperando ali uma melhor vida. Visto que certos países ainda não tinham estruturas suficientes para albregar tantas pessoas, e que noutros a mecanização fazia-las inúteis, ocorriam tambêm nestes tempos fortes fluxos emigratórios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De facto, toda a sociedade do século XIX era diferente das velhas ordens do antigo regime, uma vez que se vivia agora numa sociedade de classes; já não era o direito de nascenca que ditava as regras do jogo, mas sim o dinheiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi neste tempo que se desenvolveu a alta burgesia, ricos comerciantes cujos poderes não se limitaram apenas á economia, mas tambêm possuiam grande influência no que diz respeito ás areas sociais (uma vez que eram os donos dos grandes jornais) e políticas (uma vez que se organizavam frequentemente em grupos de pressão.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pouco abaixo dessa, existiam as classes médias, designação que albrega uma grande variedade de pessoas e profissões. Estas interessavam-se principalmente pelos ideas da obediencia e da decência, tentanto assim emular a alta burgesia a qual, por sua vez, começava a imitar a velha nobreza, se bem que existia tambêm um certo "orgulho de classe" demonstrado pelo mito do self-made-man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abaixo disto tudo, existiam as classes trabalhadoras: envolvidas pela sujidade e pela pobreza, as pessoas que pertenciam a esta camada social sofriam sob condições desumanas, tanto nas suas habitações como nos seus locais de trabalho. De facto, tal era a tortura imposta sobre essas classes que daí começou a se desenvolver as doutrinas do socialismo utópico (movimento pacífico e um tanto ingénou) e posteriormente do Marxismo, que pretendia alcançar uma "dictatura do proletariado" atravês da luta de classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De facto, foi esta corrente ideológica que marcou as primeiras tentativas de progresso social por parte das classes trabalhadoras, nomeadamente as greves e os sindicatos, mas tambêm a ciração de partidos políticos. Nascera o movimento operário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em Portugal, a industralização foi dificil e demorou bastante tempo. O primeoro sinal de progresso foi sem dúvida a revolução de 1820, que permitiu uma evolução económica em Portugal, sendo de destacar a criação do banco de Lisboa, a introdução da máquina de vapor, a fundação da sociedade promotora da indústria nacional e a extinção da casa dos vinte e quatro e das corporações. Com a chegada do movimento Setembrista, adoptou-se uma política proteccionista que serviu de arranque para a revolução indústrial em Portugal mas que se mostrou ultimamente ineficaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em 1851, após um golpe de estado, inicia-se a regeneração, movimento  de reforma politica de cariz principalmente prágmatico no que diz respeito á economia.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554681-87554963?l=soulpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/87554963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/87554963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulpunk.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87554963' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554681-84678306?l=soulpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/84678306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/84678306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulpunk.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84678306' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05601981375289040089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554681.post-84677826</id><published>2002-11-17T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-17T15:16:08.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got it &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got it &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well alright&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554681-84677826?l=soulpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/84677826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/84677826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulpunk.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84677826' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05601981375289040089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554681.post-84677805</id><published>2002-11-17T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-17T15:15:42.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got it &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got it &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well alright&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554681-84677805?l=soulpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/84677805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/84677805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulpunk.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84677805' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05601981375289040089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554681.post-84296516</id><published>2002-11-09T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-09T17:50:08.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://photos.groups.yahoo.com/group/weloveyougoogly/vwp?.dir=/--+Default+Album+--&amp;.dnm=Soul+Punk+%231.jpg&amp;.src=gr&amp;.done=http%3a//photos.groups.yahoo.com/group/weloveyougoogly/vwp%3f.dir=/--%2bDefault%2bAlbum%2b--%26.dnm=Yo.jpg%26.src=gr"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554681-84296516?l=soulpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/84296516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/84296516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulpunk.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84296516' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05601981375289040089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554681.post-84296267</id><published>2002-11-09T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-09T17:42:45.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="us.f1.yahoofs.com/groups/weloveyougoogly/--+Default+Album+--/Soul+Punk+%231.jpg?bc73U99AhVm1txCX"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554681-84296267?l=soulpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/84296267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/84296267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulpunk.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84296267' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05601981375289040089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554681.post-81607929</id><published>2002-09-14T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-14T15:06:30.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font face="arial"&gt;i am a mix taper!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.iprimus.com.au/sparvin/mix.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.iprimus.com.au/sparvin/indie.htm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How indie are you?&lt;/a&gt; test by &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/ridethefader"&gt;ridethefader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're really enthusiastic about the music that you like. You attempt to discover your new favourite &lt;br /&gt;band every week. You continually try to get your friends into the music you like, which annoys the fuck &lt;br /&gt;out of them, but you don't know it. At least you're not arrogant about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.iprimus.com.au/sparvin/indie.htm"&lt;How Indie Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554681-81607929?l=soulpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/81607929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/81607929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulpunk.blogspot.com/2002_09_08_archive.html#81607929' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05601981375289040089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554681.post-81504355</id><published>2002-09-12T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-12T06:20:25.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mark Millar, Schmark Schmillar- &lt;a href="www.comicbookresources.com/"&gt;Comic Book Resurces&lt;/a&gt; is still one of the coolest sites around, if only for &lt;a href="www.comicbookresources.com/columns/?column=10"&gt;Permanent Damage&lt;/a&gt;, Steven Grant's column. This guy's passion for the medium sips through in every word he writes, and the Dubbya dissing is just the icing on the cake.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554681-81504355?l=soulpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/81504355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/81504355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulpunk.blogspot.com/2002_09_08_archive.html#81504355' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05601981375289040089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554681.post-81504224</id><published>2002-09-12T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-12T06:16:07.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Fun with Portuguese TV's subtitles, Vol.2- Taxi Driver&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;DeNiro: "I'm hip."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Subtitle: "I'm depressed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554681-81504224?l=soulpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/81504224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/81504224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulpunk.blogspot.com/2002_09_08_archive.html#81504224' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05601981375289040089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554681.post-81461543</id><published>2002-09-11T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-11T09:17:41.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;No one delivers 9/11 commentary quite like my dear ol' dad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me (watching footage of Ground Zero) : "Wow. I gotta admit, it is pretty impressive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dad: "Well, better this than if they had built a supermarket!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: "Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dad: "I mean, it's better that they kept it like this and deal with it instead of just building a Holiday Inn there or something."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's also interesting how the 9/11 bummed outness seeps into everything. There's this Kid's TV channel called Panda here that shows old episodes of &lt;i&gt;"Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles"&lt;/i&gt;, and even they got the Blues! Today's episode showed bumbling mutants Bebop and Rocksteady pedalling on those bike-type thingies that you have at fitness stores to keep up the power of the Technodrome, their base of operations. "Faster, faster!", their boss Shredder shouts. "This is the story of my life" Bebops mourns "pedalling and pedalling an' never getting anywhere!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Heartbreaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554681-81461543?l=soulpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/81461543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/81461543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulpunk.blogspot.com/2002_09_08_archive.html#81461543' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05601981375289040089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554681.post-81403682</id><published>2002-09-10T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-10T06:43:54.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Are "misheard" lyrics really misheard? Many times I find that the lyrics I heard when first listening to a song are much better than the "official" ones anyway-&lt;i&gt;"such a pretty house/and such a pretty God"&lt;/i&gt; instead of &lt;i&gt;"Such a pretty house/and such a pretty garden"&lt;/i&gt; on Radiohead's "No Surprises" for instance. Another great example of this is the end of The Talking Head's "Once In A Lifetime". I'm sure that I keep hearing the lyrics wrong, but I don't care and I don't wanna look 'em up cuz that'd spoil the mystique. Nup, I'm perfectly happy hearing 'em as &lt;i&gt;"same as it ever was...same as it ever was...same as it ever was...well, look where my hand was...time isn't moving up, time is an eskimo...same as it ever was"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of "Once In A Lifetime", most people misunderstand that song- they think that it's about how, under our shells of "normality", we actually live in a dystopian, Orwellian society (a puerile topic best left to Matthew Bellamy and Thom Yorke.) Actually, "Once In A Lifetime" mocks such feelings, juxtaposing man's inherent tendency to think something is terribly, terribly wrong with the soothing, smooth cycle of nature (in this case, water.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a diferent note, I think I've finaly come around to why I can't stand Kraftwerk: they sound like the guys who design video games. Afrika Bambaata (and, for that matter, Thomas Dolby) sound like the guys who enjoy &lt;i&gt;playing&lt;/i&gt; them. I know what crowd *I'd* rather hang with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more smart ass remark before I go: saying that The Vines are going to save Rock &amp; Roll is much like saying that an ice cream truck is going to cure cancer. I like ice cream; it's tasty and wonderfully bombastic, just like a Vines song. Just don't expect it to do something that it could never even begin to acheive, k? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554681-81403682?l=soulpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/81403682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/81403682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulpunk.blogspot.com/2002_09_08_archive.html#81403682' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05601981375289040089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554681.post-81329780</id><published>2002-09-08T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-08T16:03:21.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm taking the advice that Matt gives at &lt;a href="http://rateyourmusic.com/yaccs/commentsn?blog_id=90000020459&amp;blog_entry_id=80987574&amp;returnurl=http://squalor.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_squalor_archive.html"&gt;this comment section&lt;/a&gt; of an entry on Jody's blog ("Freezing To Death In The Nuclear Bunker"- it's one of my permanently linked blogs) and balancing my listening to new records with replays of old favourites. I listened to Smog's &lt;i&gt; "Dongs Of Sevotion"&lt;/i&gt; a few days ago, and I remain a fan- Hard Rock riffs balanced with Lou Reed strumming, electronica instrumentation balanced with Alt Country narratives, and above all Callahan's fragile, creepy voice. How can you not love a song like "Dress Sexy At My Funeral"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today it was &lt;i&gt;"Casanova"&lt;/i&gt; by The Divine Comedy. My positive bias towards smug, overtly witty Brits nonwithstanding (tho Neil Hannon is actually Irish if memory serves me well; then again, so was Wilde.), I must admit that the sex songs are far too near to Benny Hill, and that I've heard "Something For The Weekend" and "Becoming More Like Alphie" far too many times for my own good. Still, Neil's voice remains awe-inspiring in its power, and I never noticed how great the two last tracks are.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Arrangements on this and all Divine Comedy albums are by Sir Joby Talbot- who also wrote the theme song to the wonderfully twisted British comedy series &lt;i&gt;League Of Gentlemen"&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a diferent note, an &lt;a href="http://danteslament.blogspot.com/"&gt;old netfriend&lt;/a&gt; has recently returned. SW33+!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554681-81329780?l=soulpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/81329780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/81329780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulpunk.blogspot.com/2002_09_08_archive.html#81329780' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05601981375289040089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554681.post-81295026</id><published>2002-09-07T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-07T17:22:59.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Salon.com has a great article about &lt;a href="http://www.salon.com/mwt/feature/2002/09/07/forbidden/index.html"&gt;Forbidden Thoughts On September 11th&lt;/a&gt;, featuring selfish, creepy or un-PC thoughts about That Darn Big Tragedy Thing Over There. Some of these are hillarious, some of them are valid, but most of all I'm happy to know that someone finaly got all this stuff out in the public. It probably won't help against the gross over-simplification of the events that the media are going to pull on 9/11, but it's fine reading nonetheless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what it's worth, &lt;a href="http://www.comicbookresources.com/columns/?column=14"&gt;Mark Millar&lt;/a&gt; also spouts off a lot of utter nonsense about how 9/11 has affected the comic book industry.  I quote: "looking at the kind of work I see seeping out of the comic-page (and no doubt later in cinema and television) I think what we may be witnessing is a maturation of the genre where every action has a consequence and what could be more positive than that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. From now on, we will see The Hulk fight Juggernaut whilst &lt;i&gt;taking good care not to provoke any damage to civilians&lt;/i&gt;. Looking at super hero comics in this way would basically leave us with a comic book universe where 90% of the planet's population is traumatised because one of their relatives died in a building that Galactus gobbled up because he was too full for a whole planet. Wich is, you know, ok for one pseudo-intellectual graphic novel with Alex Ross artwork, but hardly the thing that regular series are made of. Millar's total ignorance of the rules of producing a good comic book do not surprise me, but the notion that he thinks that previously to Sept.11th most people had no idea what the consequences of the violence we are shown every day on tv, on movie screens and in comic books would be in real life disturbs the hell out of me. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554681-81295026?l=soulpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/81295026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/81295026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulpunk.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81295026' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05601981375289040089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554681.post-81136921</id><published>2002-09-04T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-04T05:53:31.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Soul Punk recommends that you buy the second volume of &lt;a href="http://allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;sql=Ay88e4j375wa4"&gt;Nuggets&lt;/a&gt; and then listen to "The Bitter Thoughts Of Little Jane" by Timon over and over and over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you can go and see what the critics (and me) are saying about &lt;a href="http://www.rockcritics.com/radioon/"&gt;Shit On The Radio&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finaly, check out &lt;a href="http://www.log.dial.pipex.com/playground/index.htm"&gt;The Law Of The Playground&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're welcome. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554681-81136921?l=soulpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/81136921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/81136921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulpunk.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81136921' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05601981375289040089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554681.post-81088934</id><published>2002-09-03T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-03T06:51:49.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am no longer naive enough to see things in black&amp;white, so I do not doubt that the American conservatives might actually be right about some issues. That being said, if anyone were to ask me why I do not surscribe to their ideology, all I'd have to do is direct him or her to &lt;a href="http://www.cnsnews.com/cartoon/LeftersonsArchive/archive.asp"&gt;The Leftersons&lt;/a&gt;. It is safe to say that the idiocy of this comic strip's ideology is rivalled only by the uglyness of its illustrations, a true insult to Charles Schulz, Bill Watterson, Gary Larson and all the others who showed us how much you can do with so little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's strip sees the creator &lt;a href="http://www.cnsnews.com/cartoon/LeftersonsArchive/2002/cart20020826.asp"&gt; make fun of people who do not see the nuances of black culture&lt;/a&gt;. This, of course, comes from the same guy who &lt;a href="http://www.cnsnews.com/cartoon/LeftersonsArchive/2002/cart20020528.asp"&gt;compared black people to dogs in his oh-so-witty reparations comic strip&lt;/a&gt;. And irony sez: "don't call it a comeback, I been here for years..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's this kind of shit that makes me glad I don't live in the USA. Not that the Portuguese right-wingah government (currently occupied with privatising our public TV stations and legalising killing bulls in bullfighting in the name of tradition ) is any better, mind you... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554681-81088934?l=soulpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/81088934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/81088934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulpunk.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81088934' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05601981375289040089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554681.post-81030347</id><published>2002-09-02T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-02T07:02:21.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I don't know who provides the Portuguese subtitles for U.S. tv shows, but I want to marry him/her/it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Person on T.V. screen: "You are so opinionated!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Subtitle: "You are addicted to opium!"  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554681-81030347?l=soulpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/81030347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/81030347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulpunk.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81030347' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05601981375289040089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554681.post-81030297</id><published>2002-09-02T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-02T07:00:11.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Perhaps the greatest and the worst thing about being a young music fan living in the '00's is the unbelievable amount of quality re-issues. No wonder that most of us are at least slightly dissatisfied with the current music scene when we get the créme de la créme of music history handed to us in a spiffy Rhino box. Let's face it: why use your $$$ to purchase a GOOD album by Desaparecidos or J-Live when you can get a totally all killer no filler Motown box instead? Well, a sense of responsibility to the future of music if you're me, but when I talked to my &lt;a href="http://wanttogohome.blogspot.com/"&gt;Soul Mate&lt;/a&gt; about my "to buy" list (featuring the likes of Blackalicious and Songs:Ohia) and he showed me his (Solomon Burke, the Nuggets box), I couldn't help but think that somehow he'll have more fun than I will. Oh well- keep at it anyways, kids. This is being one kickass year for music, and we need all the help we can get to rid us of the hives (and, indeed, The Hives) of this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So while the present looks more mediocre than it actually is, the past looks alot brighter than it really was...I mean, I try my best to find the embarassments of yesteryear, and I've done a pretty good job of demistifying the British Invasion ("You Were Made For Me" by Freddie &amp; The Dreamers- worst song ever?), but here's a question for all you hip protest kids out there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Were there any bad Soul singers in the 60's?&lt;/i&gt; The best I can come up with is Lou Rawls, and I kinda like "Love Is A Hurtin' Thing". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; That's another thing- we can listen to past music without any prejudice. I don't blame 70's kids for hating the Carpenters- sure 'nuff, they were evil and inconsequential and just the sort of safe crap mom and dad wanted you to listen to so you didn't have to *think*. But eh, that's all gone now, and I can safely put "Close To You" in my stereo in between Junior Murvin's "Police &amp; Thieves" and Sham 69 (another case of "sounds better when the group doesn't exist anymore") barking on about "Angels With Dirty Faces" (which is also the title of the new Sugarbabes album; I would like to at this point point out my undying love of the 'babes, not only because of their wonderful music, but also because their line up- three brit girls, one caucassian, one black, one Asian- which makes my knees go all weak dreaming of this utopian rainbow of booty, where young heterosexual men and lesbian women of all races and creeds are united by the wonderful power of drooling at hot chix.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; But I won't back down on my hatred of Linkin Park or Britney Spears- "I'm A Slave 4U" may be a great tune (thanks to The Neptunes), but Britney Spears the media icon (not the artist or person) remains EVIL, and I will say so any chance I get (to read more about my position on the whole "image vs music" shebang, read my &lt;a href="http://www.culturedose.com/review.php?rid=10003516"&gt;Jennifer Lopez review&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So yeah, I'm very curious as to which of today's 'bopper acts will become harmless pleasures amongst future generations, and which will sink into oblivion. And I must say I envy those kids in the future- they who will be able to listen to Eminem &lt;i&gt;without&lt;/i&gt; turning down the volume (I just can't do it- I love the hell out of "The Real Slim Shady" and "Without Me", but I cannot truly blast them from my stereo as I do "God Save The Queen" because there's just such an enormous amount of people who have no idea what Em is saying beyond "he's cool cos he swears and he bashes gays". I just can't handle being associated with that kind of hatred.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;(What prompted this rant, you say? Why, 'twas Rhino's excelent &lt;a href="http://allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;sql=Aiyj9kectkq7z"&gt;Just Can't Get Enough- New Wave Hits Of The 80's&lt;/a&gt; series, of course. Bless its shiny little head.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554681-81030297?l=soulpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/81030297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/81030297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulpunk.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81030297' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05601981375289040089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554681.post-80978262</id><published>2002-08-31T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-31T19:59:16.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(Warning: This is a blog, so I reserve my right to post any and all sorts of platitudes. It can't be ALL 100% funkalicious Soul Punk lovin' 24-7, ya know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like staying up late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And waking up late depresses me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I woke up at 15:00 today and felt like shit. Adding to this is that I don't like to wake up and not be greeted by sunlight- but I have to put the shades down to sleep because I don't like seeing sunlight as I go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that, if this were the 17th century and I was a nobleman, I'd find some way to overcome this problem which would be most ardous for my servants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I turned on the TV and there it was- a &lt;i&gt;"Freaks &amp; Geeks"&lt;/i&gt; marathon. So I pretty much stayed there 'till 21:00, watching episode after episode. It truly was the &lt;i&gt;"Square Pegs"&lt;/i&gt; of the new millenium, wasn't it? Kickass Joan Jett theme song, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just so you don't think that I've wasted your time completley: &lt;a href="www.seanbaby.com"&gt;Seanbaby.com&lt;/a&gt; is the coolest site this side of &lt;a href="http://www.popculturejunkmail.com/"&gt;Pop Culture Junk Mail&lt;/a&gt;. I especially enjoy &lt;a href="http://www.seanbaby.com/super.htm"&gt;the SuperFriends page&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.seanbaby.com/hostess.htm"&gt;the Hostess page&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.seanbaby.com/hostess/spidman11.htm"&gt;this one &lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.seanbaby.com/hostess/wonwom6.htm"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt; are my favourites)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. Not even a week has gone by, and already I miss the sweet taste of Vannila Coke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like socks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554681-80978262?l=soulpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/80978262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/80978262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulpunk.blogspot.com/2002_08_25_archive.html#80978262' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05601981375289040089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554681.post-80939510</id><published>2002-08-30T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-30T17:47:40.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back, because Marty Brown of &lt;a href="http://iknowyouhateme.blogspot.com/"&gt;I Know You Hate Me&lt;/a&gt; fame is afraid of being all alone in blog land. Boo hoo hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I'm here, I might as well rant in the most non-objective, non-insightful anti-critic angry fan way possible about this damn record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; The new Springsteen record&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I wasn't amazed by the five star review from the U.S. version of &lt;i&gt;"Rolling Stone"&lt;/i&gt;. Nor even the four and a half one from the more respectable German one. What I am surprised by is that an artist who has damn near never let me down before- I even enjoyed &lt;i&gt;"Lucky Town"&lt;/i&gt;- could leave me hanging like this. Ooooh, oooh, it's The Boss singing about 9/11. The voice of the working man finaly speaks on this whole damn mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best he could come up with was THIS??? "May your hope give us hope, may your faith give us faith, may your love give us love"? Look, I know that irony's dead, but that sure as hell shouldn't mean that  banality is back in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I feel rotten dissing him, too. I mean, when faced with something as...gigantic...as 9/11, even the oh-so-articulate voice of the working classes should be given a break. I don't blame him for not finding anything interesting to say about it- the only way you could do that is by accident (Wilco, Dylan) or by putting it into the grooves, not the words (Sonic Youth.) And to be fair, he tries it all- even Arabian fusion music. That intenion of bringing cultures nearer togheter is just as laudable as the end result is dull. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, I'm really much too busy trying to maintain some sort of strenght in my liberal, leftist ideals to waste my time with a lousy album like this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Note: The only track I like from the album- except for the non 9/11 "Lonesome Day"- is "Nothing Man", which also happens to be the only bleak, hopeless song on the album. Am I a bitter bastard or what? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554681-80939510?l=soulpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/80939510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/80939510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulpunk.blogspot.com/2002_08_25_archive.html#80939510' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05601981375289040089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554681.post-77822880</id><published>2002-06-16T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-16T16:39:25.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Of course there is no objective criteria of what constitutes "good art"- but I have my subjective ones, and I'd dare wager that they're not &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; far removed from those most other inteligent music fans have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these guidelines (the one that has made me discard the likes of Depeche Mode, Limp Bizkit and Mariah Carey) is that I dislike music that I find to be emotionally manipulating- stuff that panders to me. I've always prided myself on the fact that cheap sentiments and cheesy teenage angst gets no lurve from me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again: what I CONSIDER to be manipulative. Don't try to pull that subjectivity shit on me, mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for my point: how can I have such immaculate taste (according to my own standards) in one artform, and be so completley clueless in another?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's true, dear readers- Daniel Sylvester Reifferscheid, he who is so vocal about Otis Redding, The Clash and Aphex Twin, also enjoys cheezy WB teen series. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I saw an episode of &lt;i&gt;"Buffy The Vampire Slayer"&lt;/i&gt;, and it almost moved me to tears- how fucking embarassing is that?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not even that I can't see through the bullshit- I can, as clearly as I see through Nickelback and their cronies. I know EXACTLY why these shows affect me so much- because they bank on cheap tearjerking, providing unrealistic, glossed-over facismiles of friendship and love (and for the record, &lt;i&gt;"Buffy"&lt;/i&gt; is far from being the worst of the lot- it has enough humor to give it a certain camp flavour). It makes me long for relationships I've never had, quite simply because &lt;i&gt;such relationships do not exist&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be too smart for that. I &lt;i&gt;am&lt;/i&gt; too smart for that when it's shown by Britney Spears or Three Doors Down. So why do I gobble it up so carelessly when it comes from TV?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554681-77822880?l=soulpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/77822880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/77822880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulpunk.blogspot.com/2002_06_16_archive.html#77822880' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05601981375289040089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554681.post-77821629</id><published>2002-06-16T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-16T15:54:46.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So. The dinner, then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only three people came. This pisses me off not because it makes me think no one likes me (we all know &lt;i&gt;everyone&lt;/i&gt; does- honestly, who's more lovable than fuzzy, perky ol' me?), but because these people pass up on a chance for FREE FUCKING FOOD. You gotta be pretty damn stupid to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dinner went reasonably well, considering the atmosphere of doom, post-Korea (everyone wore black FYI). The sole highlight: I think I've made my two best real-life male friends think I'm gay. Y'see, we were discussing the dificulties of gender relations, and someone remarked that homosexual couples have it easier...to which I bluntly replied "no they don't, I know that from experience".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(cue everyone looking up from their food and staring at me in silence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I have bisexual friends on the 'net!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was greeted by a lot of laughing and "wow, for a moment there I thought"s, but I'm not sure they bought it (even though it's the truth). Oh well, homosexuality has always seemed very appealing to me anyway- except for the part about, y'know, liking guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the resturant did its daily mutation into a pub...and the band started playing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let me explain to you a few things about the band at my mum's pub: it is led by Poppie, an Angolan immigrant who can, when called upon, play guitar so well you'd think that Jimi fucking Hendrix is in the house. However, his ambitions and aspirations run more towards showmanship (Sinatra is his true idol), meaning he does anything to please a crowd (as long as it isn't anything young people are into, of course)- which here means oldies, Brazilian music (don't think João Gilberto, think tedious dancing music), some Angolan stuff, and a touch of Reggae. That's not so bad, but alas Poppie also has mad love for the worst in adult contemporary shite (Michael Bolton!!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my mum had talked to him before about playing some stuff that I'd find tolerable- which worked, kinda (he played a slow Blues in my honour)...the two guests that remained (Carlos and Tiago- Marta, the only female guest, had already left and she's Carlos gf anyway so she only would've danced with him) wanted to dance, so I got my funky groove on. I must say that the mere multi-culturalism of the whole thing (an Angolan, two Brazilians and a Portuguese guy playing for an audience comprised of Portuguese ppl and a few visiting Swedes) made up for the rather dodgy selections ("Vamos A La Playa", anyone?). So I danced my ass off to "Roadhouse Blues" and "Baby, I Love Your Way" and "La Bamba"...oh, another amusing fact about the lead guitarist: he can't really speak English, which leads to some bizarre moments...like a "La Bamba/Twist &amp; Shout" medley that never stops being sung in Spanish, and a delightfully oddball rendition of James Brown's "I Got You" ("I feel nice/sugar in space"!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to sleep at 3:30. Twas a good night.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554681-77821629?l=soulpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/77821629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/77821629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulpunk.blogspot.com/2002_06_16_archive.html#77821629' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05601981375289040089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554681.post-77741185</id><published>2002-06-14T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-14T07:59:25.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, it's over. Portugal is officially out of the running. Bye bye birdie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be fair, we deserved it. And I'm happy that Korea got through- they've been playing admirably, and it &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; their world cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sticking to my strategy of cheering for the underdogs: Mexico, Korea, yay! Also Brazil, of course, due to the Luso bond, and I guess Sweden. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teams I wanna see get their arses kicked: Italy and the USA (sweet revenge!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a diferent note, I'm going to attend a Dandy Warhols concert on the 8th (possibly 9th) of July! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a dinner with my class this evening- I've invited 'em over to my mum's pub for a farewell dinner. I suspect that the atmosphere won't be too good (the Port's really take their soccer seriously- I've seen 4 grown men cry on the TV so far after our defeat and counting). Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554681-77741185?l=soulpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/77741185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/77741185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulpunk.blogspot.com/2002_06_09_archive.html#77741185' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05601981375289040089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554681.post-77662434</id><published>2002-06-12T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-12T11:18:36.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last Night's Dream:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nation is run by a spider. Not even a humanoid, mutated one or an ugly large one, just a regular household spider. The spider is a just and kind ruler, but I'm a scheming bastard who wants to abduct the throne and kill the king (not a hard thing to do, considering that he's living in my bathroom, totally unguarded and, well, he's a regular spider. I could just step on him.)...I'm about to do it, but then I have a change of heart and fall down on my knees, begging the spider for forgiveness. Then I wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream turns out to be the perfect way to start the day, which is brought to life by a French exam....pretty easy stuff. As always, I end my essay with "and the solution to all this, of course, is MONKEYS!" A man's gotta have SOME fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw an old Reggae DVD. I don't know which one was Alithia and which one was Donna, but one of 'em looked pretty damn tasty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also listened to &lt;i&gt;"Yankee Hotel Foxtrot"&lt;/i&gt; for the very first time today. Easily a four out of five star album, possibly four and a half or even five. The music is totally in the Geek Pop school of The Flaming Lips, Beck and The Eels (emphasis on the Lips, though). Production by Jim O' Rourke adds nice Post Rock flourishes. Lyrics are cunningly oblique to hide the fact that Wilco are fucking hippies- closer inspection will reveal definitive "c'mon people now, smile on your brother" tendencies, which is fine by me. I'm a hippie too. Sometimes the music and the lyrics don't really seem to work well togheter, with councy sound effects springing up during songs whose lyrics demand solemnity and quiet. I also have a problem with Jeff Tweedy's voice, which just sounds so damn VAIN (unsurprising, considering his massive ego). I've heard this one is a grower, but it made a pretty damn fine first impression on me- much better than that &lt;i&gt;"Summer Teeth"&lt;/i&gt; bollocks. Highly recommended.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554681-77662434?l=soulpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/77662434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/77662434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulpunk.blogspot.com/2002_06_09_archive.html#77662434' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05601981375289040089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554681.post-77627939</id><published>2002-06-11T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-11T15:35:53.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Have the bastards got you down? Then purchase &lt;i&gt;"The Essential H.L. Mencken"&lt;/i&gt;, and listen to one of the fellas who &lt;i&gt;understand&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"It is almost as safe to assume that an artist of any dignity is against his country, i.e., against the environment in which God hath placed him, as it is to assume that his country is against the artist. The special quality which makes an artist of him might almost be defined, indeed, as an extrodinary capacity for irritation..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"If it were advertised that a troupe of men of easy virtue were to do a striptease act upon a public stage, the only women who would go to the entertainment would be a few delayed adolescents, a psychopathic old maid or two, and a guard of indignant members of the parish Ladies Aid Society"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"The one character that distinguishes man from other higher vetebrata is his excessive timourness, his easy yielding to alarms, his incapacity for adventure without a crowd behind him"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or you could check out his modern counterpart, Tanya Heaton of &lt;a href="http://www.freakytrigger.co.uk/hate.html"&gt;I Hate Music&lt;/a&gt; fame:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"IHM NAIVE LYRIC WATCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Melanie - "I Don't Eat Animals"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;"I don't eat animals, and they don't eat me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Oh course who am I to argue with the seminal thinker and proto-Mel in pop about her vegetarianism, but me it seems to be strikingly foolish to think that - if trapped by a Siberian Snow Leopard who cannot get the microwave to defrost his Findus French Bread pizza he is going to overlook the equally herb flavoured snack that is Melanie just because she is a card carrying vegetarian. It is possibly true that Melanie has not yet to this date been devoured by an animal - though since her career nosedived the day people stopped drawing flowers we cannot be so sure. That said I would see this as a challenge if I were an intelligent animal (though on second thoughts if I were an intelligent animal what I would be doing listening to a Melanie record is beyond me)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; You know, Tanya Heaton really is a genius. By denying the worth of ALL music, she can tear everything she feels like to pieces without having to suffer through "Oh yeah? Well, YOU LIKE..." type rebuttals. At the same time, the truth to her reasoning on the suckitude of everyone from The Beatles to The Orb paints a disturbingly clear picture (even if it's only *half* of the picture, of course) that not only makes us realise that none of our idols are perfect, it also frequently makes it clearer why we love 'em anyway. And in those rare moments (mostly in her early work) when she actually admits to &lt;i&gt;liking&lt;/i&gt; something (Reggae, Motown), she shows herself to be as vocal and affectionate a music lover as any. Make no mistake, she's full of shit when she tries to convince us she hates the stuff- she's as enamoured and addicted to the stuff as all the rest of us are- the fun thing is guessing which bands she secretly loves and which she really *does* hate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554681-77627939?l=soulpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/77627939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/77627939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulpunk.blogspot.com/2002_06_09_archive.html#77627939' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05601981375289040089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554681.post-77614599</id><published>2002-06-11T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-11T15:19:18.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;On a whole, I prefer &lt;i&gt;"Fear Of A Black Planet"&lt;/i&gt; over &lt;i&gt;"It Takes A Nation Of Millions To Hold Us Back"&lt;/i&gt;. The production is fuller, warmer (as my friend Max Ronne noted, it's a "huge, hour-long sound collage basically, like one long radio broadcast from some black underground organization"), and the politics just seem alot more mature. Yeah, there is the icky homophobia of "Meet The G That Killed Me" to deal with, but on a whole it's alot more inteligent and concise than &lt;i&gt;"It Takes A Nation..."&lt;/i&gt;, which can be an ideological nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A list of my gripes with Mr.D's reasoning on &lt;i&gt;"It Takes A Nation..."&lt;/i&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;* Constant categorisation of white men as "devils". Not a racist, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;* The killing of the female C-O in "Black Steel In The Hour Of Chaos". Not to come across all PMRC-like, but that was gratituitos and unecessary. "It's all fiction", you say- sure it is, but even in fiction there's certain rules, and one of them is that you have to stay in-character (imagine LL Cool J spreading hippie love or De La Soul flashing gangsta signs; it just doesn't work). Ice-T made a song called "Cop Killa", but unlike Chuck, he didn't spend the rest of his record complaining about how people think he's violent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; * Maybe the constant sloganeering for Farrakahn, though the jury's still out over that one, I don't know enough about American politics to decide yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; * "And some devils prevent this from being known/but you check out the books they own/even masons they know it/but refuse to show it- yo!" FREEMASONS? Godamn Chuck, how do you expect to be taken seriously when you spew out this conspiracy theory crap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's still a great album, of course, intoxicating and funky no matter what your political inclination is- and Chuck's wordplay remains as hilarious as the antics of Flava Flav ("No you can't have it back silly rabbit!"); it's just that I expect alot from PE, not just as a music group but also as a political force, and hearing such ignorance on what many consider to be the greatest album of all time deeply saddens me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Possible future subject for a post: the sorry political state of Portugal and why Durão Barroso is Satan. No, you don't care, but this is MY b-log. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;No, you can't have it, silly rabbit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554681-77614599?l=soulpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/77614599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/77614599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulpunk.blogspot.com/2002_06_09_archive.html#77614599' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05601981375289040089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554681.post-77586027</id><published>2002-06-10T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-11T15:39:07.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> But &lt;a href="http://bradpayne.com/lockgen/stkil.html"&gt;Kilroy&lt;/a&gt; , what about &lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/ct/zka451/"&gt;the youth of America?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554681-77586027?l=soulpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/77586027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/77586027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulpunk.blogspot.com/2002_06_09_archive.html#77586027' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05601981375289040089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554681.post-77565197</id><published>2002-06-10T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-10T07:29:48.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>POR-TU-GAL! POR-TU-GAL! POR-TU-GAL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We beat Poland 4-0. This is especially great because three of the goals were made by Pauleta, a homie from my island of S.Miguel. Oh sure, the weather was on our side (we're much more used to high humidity than they are), and I really wanted it to reach 5-0, but still, this is a great comeback after that embarasment with the USA. Now to see if we can beat those dirty little Koreans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Note: one of the great things about soccer is that you can insult countries without feeling bad afterwards. I am sure that Koreans aren't dirty, and they're probably not all THAT little either, but fuck it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining, and I don't have anything/anyone to eat. What a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed that I was going swimming with some friends, and I was put in charge of delivering the soundtrack- of course, it had to be danceable and instantly recognisable by my friends (whose taste is, erhm, a bit less sophisticated than mine- let's just say that one of my best friends thinks that Craig David's voice is "soulful"). I had already picked up my copy of &lt;i&gt;"Legend"&lt;/i&gt; (I know, uncool, but hey, I own the &lt;i&gt;"Tougher Than Tough"&lt;/i&gt; box set, too- does that make up for it?) and was debating whether I should bring &lt;i&gt;"Rockit"&lt;/i&gt; (a compo of Old Skool Rap stuff- you know the drill, "That's The Joint", "The Breaks", etc.) or my very own compilation of Rap's finest moments (Eric B &amp; Rakim, Public Enemy, Kool Keith- you name 'em, they're on there) when I woke up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining. I wanted to go swimming. Oh well, I guess it's back to re-reading &lt;i&gt;"The Two Towers"&lt;/i&gt; again (yes, I am a geek). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godamn right, it's a beautiful day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554681-77565197?l=soulpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/77565197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/77565197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulpunk.blogspot.com/2002_06_09_archive.html#77565197' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05601981375289040089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554681.post-77480640</id><published>2002-06-07T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-07T16:33:07.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First German, and now I find a Portuguese page (admitidely by a Brazilian fella, meaning there's a whole lotta slang in there that I don't get, but it sounds nifty anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se fala Português, &lt;a href="http://darknemo.blogspot.com/"&gt;clique&lt;/a&gt; aqui.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554681-77480640?l=soulpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/77480640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/77480640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulpunk.blogspot.com/2002_06_02_archive.html#77480640' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05601981375289040089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554681.post-77478640</id><published>2002-06-07T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-07T15:28:54.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Probably the most underrated TV show of the past few years is &lt;i&gt;"Home Movies"&lt;/i&gt;. It suffers from being an animated show (which is soooo early 90's etc.), but damnit, along with &lt;i&gt;The Osbournes&lt;/i&gt; this is the best thing on TV (or my TV, at least- no idea if it even still exists in the USA).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The show centers around Brendon Small, an eight year old who, with his friends, makes low budget movies. In the first episode I saw, Brendon wanted to make "Louie Louie",  a movie about Louis Braille meeting Louis Pasteur ("and the punchline is...they're both Frenchmen called Louie!"). His friends, however, were more interested in working with the Rock band that usually supplies the movie's soundtracks- its lead singer, you see, had developed an idea for a Rock &amp; Roll musical about Franz Kafka. Sample lyrics (picture a really pompous Hard Rock backing to this) : "he's a lonely German/he's a lonely German/I'm a lonely German from Prague!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tonight's episode was a bit tamer, centering on the production of a SF movie about "Space Boy". Nevertheless, it did have quite a few moments of hilarity, including (but not limited to):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;* "Killing machine" feline Mr.Pants rapping- "My name's Mr.Pants and have a nice day!" (you had to be there, I guess)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;* Brendon answering his history test questions; to "who wrote Hamlet?", he replied "the pope's cousin, Count Popeular, a magical monster with pencils instead of arms"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course, the idea of having children behave like grown-ups is hardly original, but I have never seen it used as entertainingly before. This show really has my seal of approval. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554681-77478640?l=soulpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/77478640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/77478640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulpunk.blogspot.com/2002_06_02_archive.html#77478640' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05601981375289040089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554681.post-77440040</id><published>2002-06-06T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-06T17:08:49.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wrote this today whilst listening to &lt;i&gt;"The Bends"&lt;/i&gt; I already disagree with it, because while Radiohead's ideology is certainly dull, the poetry they use to express it is certainly not. Still, I figure it's about time I got something music-related on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way, &lt;i&gt;The Bends&lt;/i&gt; was to middle-class white kids what &lt;i&gt;The Chronic&lt;/i&gt; was to working class black kids: the confirmation that everything you’ve feared and hated is true, and that there is no hope to be found nowhere- indeed, Thom Yorke’s tales of a “fake plastic lover” are just a more pretentious version of Dre’s “bitches ain’t shit” statement- “Let Me Ride” and “The Bends” are the same fucking song. And just as Dre builds a wall around himself with the protection of his often-flaunted homies, it is the fact that Radiohead are a GROUP (and a good one, too) that distracts one from seeing the mediocricity of Yorke’s messages. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately for Radiohead, the music on &lt;i&gt;The Bends&lt;/i&gt; (alternatively slow and sad or furious and spunky in a Nirvana meet Magazine kinda way) serves mainly to obscure Thom’s voice, until “waaaaaah” is all that you can (or would want to) hear, with the occasional sing-a-long chorus to help us along. Dre’s G-Funk sound, perfect in its precision and full of damn sheer cool ease though it may be, actually makes you pay *more* attention to the rapping- which is fine when Snoop cuts loose his rhymes (the clever wordplay, courtesy of The D.O.C., and the man’s smooth, malicious voice alone make up for all the misogyny and hatred), but fatal when the good doctor himself is on the mic.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554681-77440040?l=soulpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/77440040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/77440040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulpunk.blogspot.com/2002_06_02_archive.html#77440040' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05601981375289040089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554681.post-77439881</id><published>2002-06-06T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-06T17:03:18.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://drakemallow.blogspot.com/"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; cheered me up. Je habe noch nie versucht de parler français et deutsch at the same time. Of course, my French is pitiful, but I could give ya a bit of English/Deutsch/Portuguese, if tu queres das ich das tue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool  line (from "The Outer Limits") :&lt;br /&gt;"I knew when I got into this marriage that what I was getting myself into was a father/daughter relationship. What I didn't know was that she hates her father"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might be a good time to talk about "ModelFlat", the latest in a series of increasingly pathetic permutations of the PURE EVIL Survivor/Big Brother formula. Watch a group of models arguing with each other in broken english and, sadly, not engaging in any sort of lesbian sex whatsoever. This just proves something that we should never forget: beautiful people are dull as fuck. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554681-77439881?l=soulpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/77439881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/77439881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulpunk.blogspot.com/2002_06_02_archive.html#77439881' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05601981375289040089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554681.post-77437249</id><published>2002-06-06T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-06T15:43:13.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fucking hell, these people shouldn't be ALLOWED to die!! Weren't The Ramones a comic book band? Comic book characters don't die! Donald Duck doesn't die! What right have they...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P. Dee Dee Ramone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554681-77437249?l=soulpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/77437249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/77437249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulpunk.blogspot.com/2002_06_02_archive.html#77437249' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05601981375289040089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554681.post-77420374</id><published>2002-06-06T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-06T08:13:12.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Apparently I've used up all my 500 characters in the description bar so this link will have to be put here: &lt;a href="http://sexandsunshine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sex &amp; Sunshine&lt;/a&gt; wie man allerortens hoert wird hier die gartenbaukunst noch gerne gepflegt. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554681-77420374?l=soulpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/77420374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/77420374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulpunk.blogspot.com/2002_06_02_archive.html#77420374' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05601981375289040089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554681.post-77417361</id><published>2002-06-06T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-06T06:37:43.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been told that I'm not as Punk Rock as The Cramps. This random IM I got states otherwise:&lt;br /&gt;PuNkChIcK400:a/s/l&lt;br /&gt;DivineComedian42:no way. I'm much too hardcore for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note: the ALF animated series. Does anyone remember it? No? My point exactly. But it did exist, and that's reason enough to feel depressed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Obligatory Nate-baiting part of the post: "DJ Shadow is liek a total geek lol")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554681-77417361?l=soulpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/77417361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/77417361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulpunk.blogspot.com/2002_06_02_archive.html#77417361' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05601981375289040089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554681.post-77397076</id><published>2002-06-05T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-05T17:29:33.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Re: Portugal Vs. U.S.A. soccer match&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT THE FUCKING HELL WAS THAT????&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ye Gods.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554681-77397076?l=soulpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/77397076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/77397076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulpunk.blogspot.com/2002_06_02_archive.html#77397076' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05601981375289040089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554681.post-77348512</id><published>2002-06-04T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-04T15:30:45.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I guess I should go ahead with the whole "wu am I?" (My Cousin The Wife Beatah, if you're interested) shebang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Sylvester Reifferscheid, Esquire was born in Germany (home of Hitler and Kraftwerk- still not sure which is worse) in 1985 (year of "I'm Your Man" and "I Want To Know What Love Is"- again, not sure which is worse). Moved to the highly obscure country of Portugal (we discovered half of the world, but we really didn't know what to do with it. Can you blame us?) in 1990-Basically, I'm your average 17 year old, only my roots are more John Lennon than Richard Hell (d00d, that NY Punk shit is strictly for frat boys). This blog will consist of sub-Barrett crap that I call "surrealistic" (or also "fun"), pop culture musings (mainly popular music) and the occasional whining about my pitiful life. That's what the 'net is about, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diggable: The Beatles (J-Le reprezent!), Bob Dylan ( he can TOO sing!), Bruce Springsteen &amp; The E Street Band (for being everything I'm not), The Rolling Stones (for exactly two albums- "Let It Bleed" and "Sticky Fingers". Apart from that, they're a singles act and you know it), The Ramones, R.E.M., The Clash, Blur, David Bowie, The Smiths (cos Marr was a badass), The Magnetic Fields (no, I'm not gay, though I might as well be), Stevie Wonder, Randy Newman, The Who, Elvis Costello (for being me), Chuck Berry (duh), James Brown, The Byrds and The Kinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspiration: Huey P. Newton, Che Guevara, Franscisco Louçã, Jello Biafra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it up for the wit brigade: Oscar Wilde, H.L. Mencken, Chris Rock, Dave Barry, Conan O' Brien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and Radiohead sucks. More to come later, when I'm feeling self-important again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554681-77348512?l=soulpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/77348512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/77348512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulpunk.blogspot.com/2002_06_02_archive.html#77348512' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05601981375289040089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554681.post-77309267</id><published>2002-06-03T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-03T17:25:27.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know, I never really thought it would all lead to this. A weblog. For shame. And I always wanted to be a fireman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554681-77309267?l=soulpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/77309267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554681/posts/default/77309267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulpunk.blogspot.com/2002_06_02_archive.html#77309267' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05601981375289040089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
