My dad gave our 2 month old English bulldog puppy a taste of strawberry Popsicle today. This is true happiness.
YO this thursday night (in TWO DAYS) I will be playing a show at the laundromat in rochester with my friends HARMOOS (from boston), FREE CAKE FOR EVERY CREATURE (from saratoga springs), and SKIRTS (from here). this will be the kickoff show of ARTASLEEP, our rogue/slacker response to artawake, which got canceled/postponed this year and even if it hadn’t this would have been way cooler anyway. things will likely be slowing down a bit at the laundromat after this weekend since we’re both graduating but there will still probably be occasional shows there this summer until we’re gone for good. this will also be one of my last shows as squanto since things are winding down with that too (finally).
this whole weekend is going to be incredible and everyone playing is awesome and makes awesome music. we have a facebook page where we post events and you can see the details for the rest of the weekend as they happen there (we’re still figuring some of it out). maybe at some point I’ll write a long sentimental post about how rewarding and fun it’s been hosting and playing shows there but for now just come hang out with us and listen to cool people play music. send a message if you need the address (no cops or assholes allowed)
Colombian Nobel laureate Gabriel García Márquez was the author of One Hundred Years of Solitude (1967), Autumn of the Patriarch (1975), Love in the Time of Cholera (1985), in addition to many other novels, short stories, and non-fiction works. In 1982 he received the Nobel Prize in Literature for “his novels and short stories, in which the fantastic and the realistic are combined in a richly composed world of imagination, reflecting a continent’s life and conflicts.” García Márquez, only the fourth of six Latin Americans to be awarded the literature prize since its inception in 1901, lamented: “they have taken into account the literature of the sub-continent and have awarded me as a way of awarding all of this literature.” In his acceptance speech, entitled “The Solitude of Latin America”, García Márquez addressed the postcolonial struggles of Latin American nations, and the willing embrace by European institutions of Latin American cultural expression but not its social realities:
Latin America neither wants, nor has any reason, to be a pawn without a will of its own; nor is it merely wishful thinking that its quest for independence and originality should become a Western aspiration. However, the navigational advances that have narrowed such distances between our Americas and Europe seem, conversely, to have accentuated our cultural remoteness. Why is the originality so readily granted us in literature so mistrustfully denied us in our difficult attempts at social change? Why think that the social justice sought by progressive Europeans for their own countries cannot also be a goal for Latin America, with different methods for dissimilar conditions?