Friday, 30 March, 2012
Short post. The pictures I promised some days ago:
Mimosa trees pushed down by strong winds:
and the avant-garden:
Wednesday, 28 March, 2012
I am very aware and in need of writing articles for this site. Its just not with me. On the end of every day I feel tired, drink some wine and fall asleep way earlier I am used too. Its not the work or outdoor life. Was always high active and live in nature for years. Probably last weeks emotions are paying of. My legs feel heavy, feet hurt. Never had this before.
Am I getting old? Age is just a mathematical thing. Attempts cutting life into metric numbers. Age is a feeling. I am 16 (‘and do what I want’). These ‘tired’ days will pass.
Meanwhile roof is on the barn and few nice camping places are created. Started a veggie garden (avant gardening) that works. Tomatoes, cucumbers and cauliflower are growing! Plus we have stormy eastern winds (opposite direction it blows usual from). Some huge mimosa trees crashed now leaning dangerously direction camping fields. Some extra work tomorrow (or when wind calms down) cleaning this mess. Picture follows another day.
Tuesday, 20 March, 2012
Spring arrived and is full on. Usually I enjoy this time of the year, now it’s a bit different. Although the fog in my brain is slowly clearing and life returns to more normal daily activities that have to be done, walking the estate many things still remind me of Tomas. The holes he digged, the branches he chewed. Today I saw the nearest neighbor dog for the first time since Tomas passing. They were friends playing often together. Normally the dog barks and runs (friendly) around me. Today he yelped softly licking my hand. How can he know? I wondered.
Tomas playing with another dog.
On a nearby road a bunch of dogs usually chasing me barking when cycling by, now stayed lying in the sun, looking up with sad eyes. Tomas must have had more friends than I was aware of.
Anyway, its spring. Lets enjoy some of it:
Plum trees in bloom.
Saturday, 17 March, 2012
“Sorry” was about all he said. Got back into the car and drove away. Leaving me and Tomas on the side of the road about 2km from home. I lifted him up, 25kg, and carried until I couldn’t hold him any longer, about half way. It was almost dark and I was in the middle of the forest. Quick I walked home for the wheel barrow. Shit, flat tire. Took it anyway. Only downhill from where Tomas was, except the last little bit. Lifted the dog in the barrow and rolled downhill. For the last bit up I carried him again. Went back for the wheels. Reaching Juntas estate I covered the barrow with a steel plate and heavy stones to avoid Tomas would become night-bait. Next morning I buried him on his most favorite spot.
Tomas was hit by a car. He jumped at the car while driving by. The clash broke his neck. Immediately death. I saw it all happen from 20 meters distance. No one to blame. I knew Tomas had the habit jumping at passing cars, but in the short time we where together I learned him to stay with me if a car approaches so I hold him. We practiced this on the same road he died, where there is barely traffic. For some reason this time Tomas was too far behind. The car drove fast.
There are a two things I don’t like to hear (especially not in accusatory tone); ‘you should have…” that doesn’t help anymore. ‘Should have’ is always nonsense talk. Tomas walked without leash. After more than a year being strapped in the dog-shelter he deserved to walk free. He listened and behaved pretty well to my commands. That road we walked more often. It was a short strip we used to connect one forest path with the other. Another remark “it was just a dog” is unacceptable.
Half a year ago at the shelter I choose Tomas on the spot out of 130 dogs I got to see within 15 minutes. It was intuition. I felt we could get along together and probably so did he. Tomas was on first sight happy, friendly and positive. In the following months I was convinced making the right choice. Intuition never lies. Tomas had a very good character. Didn’t harm anyone, approached everybody and everything positive and learned quickly. We became very good friends. Every morning he waited for me in front of the bedroom door. We played together few times a day. Walked twice a day and sometimes went on long hikes.
On the first day Tomas came to Juntas I had to leave for a short time. Unsure if he would stay I chained Tomas on the dog house. While away Juntas was hit by a heavy thunderstorm. Returning I found Tomas torn loose from chain shaking in the corner of the kitchen in fear getting punished. I did the opposite. Released him from the belt, dried him with a towel and moved the dog basket on the veranda next to the front door. From now I knew Tomas would not run away plus I decided taking him with me as much possible. The dog house I demolished few days later. Within 2 days Tomas moved himself from veranda to living room couch. He became my companion everywhere we went. When shopping he jumped in the car and waited on the parking patiently until I returned. Working at Juntas Tomas lied down somewhere distant but in a way he could always see me.
All the people learning to know Tomas loved him. They all recognized his amazing positive character. Some declared Tomas the ideal ‘model’ dog. It would be too good if all this would last a lifetime.
Tomas liked sweet smells, especially from soap. He licked the shower floor after I showered or steal freshly washed clothes from laundry lines. He learned right away staying away from my clothes, but some visitors suddenly missed shirts and such. He once picked a piece of laundry soap and buried it. In the corner of my eye I saw this. When the owner screamed for his soap I showed him where to dig.
Tomas loved car rides. When I picked up the car key’s he already impatiently ran towards the vehicle eager to jump in. Often returning he didn’t want to get out. I let him lie leaving the door open.
Tomas liked standing on two feet. Often he jumped friendly against me his front legs resting on my arm. Together we danced. Although I am in doubt Tomas was ever aware we moved on music, he loved the exercise.
Every evening, before going to sleep, I gave Tomas some attention and wished him goodnight.
I taught Tomas everything with rewards using small chunks of bread. He loved bread (see post January 6 this year). It would be impossible to physically hurt this dog with such an amazing friendly attitude.
“Sorry” is not enough for more than just a dog. His sudden unexpected death should not have happened. Juntas feels very empty. Tomas will be missed.
Tuesday, 13 March, 2012
Industrial music is a style of experimental music that draws on transgressive and provocative themes. The term was coined in the mid-1970s with the founding of Industrial Records by the band Throbbing Gristle, and the creation of the slogan “industrial music for industrial people”. In general, the style is harsh and challenging. Allmusic defines industrial as the “most abrasive and aggressive fusion of rock and electronic music”; “initially a blend of avant-garde electronics experiments (tape music, musique concrète, white noise, synthesizers, sequencers, etc.) and punk provocation”.
Not my words. Text is borrowed. Taking last post in consideration the term ‘industrial music’ is very misplaced. What we seem to title ‘industrial’ is the furthest from what industry stands for: commercial success! Lets make a historic change and name things right. Industrial music is Britney Spears or Michael Jackson, Drake, The Wanted,… On the end all ‘pop’ music is ‘industrial’. The complete scene has only one goal: produce cash! Pop music = industrial music!
Sunday, 11 March, 2012
Shorts! I am wearing shorts on March 11. That’s how warm and sunny it is here. Sorry for my constant enthusiasm about the weather. I always lived in territories with cold, or wet or extreme snowy winters. This was first non winterish winter. What did I do my whole life? Should have moved to Portugal 53 years ago.
Music. Lets write something about that again. Almost forgot this is supposed to be a music site. Pop-music always existed. Since the industrialization until today. Assumedly there where ‘pop’ stars before, but I guess it was more referred to as ‘folk’. With the rise of industry came products created for mass consumption. Music turned out to be a good money maker. Not weird, besides sport the most practiced hobby in the world. What do you think Dean Martin or Louis Armstrong where? Serious avant guard jazz innovators? Get real! They where nothing more than a cheap sale entertaining the masses. Pop music in those days was (no different with today) nothing more than a box of records in the trunk of a salesman car squeezed inbetween vacuum cleaners and detergent. An all ages product. That changed in the 50ties (last century) when bored young generations wanted to distance themselves from older. They figured out if you play that Dean Martin song rough, the parents are shocked. Suddenly pop music was no longer all ages but something pubertal youngster claimed as their own identity. The salesman didn’t care. He sold that box of records even faster due to free propaganda of the media. Amazed these hawks where when that easy selling youth thing creatively and politically developed itself in the 60ties to a complete movement renewing every decade. Logic, the new generation had to distinguish themselves from previous. Wow! What was to be expected a short hype turned into long time money making. This need to be ‘different’ gave pop music an evolutionary impulse. Experiments into new directions (often steeling from existing ‘underground’ styles) made pop music in the 70ties and partly 80ties a movement interesting enough to follow. With the last ‘cult’ hype, techno-house-trance, youth culture came to an end. What suppose to be a new generation thing was quickly adapted by older ages. 40+ confiscated the dance-floors and DJ booths in the early 90ties. Logic its all over. Pop music grew old with the first generations starting it. Parents cannot be shocked anymore. They think you look so nice with your black make up around eyes, upside down cross around neck and tattoo on navel. They even support you. ‘We where young once too’. Bleeeeh, who wants parents like that. Best way to shock as youngster nowadays is investing your pocket money in Shell and come home with a McDonalds bag for dinner (while your mom cooked vegan with biologic grown veggies and tofu).
Anyway, pop music is back to where it was 100 years ago. Again ‘Dean Martins’ doing their all ages thing to entertain the masses. Maybe that’s why all these bands look so bored while performing?
Thursday, 08 March, 2012
Had my first evening dinner outside on the terrace this year. It was a warm sunny, like summer, ending in a sultry evening. Sky turns pink red. The sun or another forest fire? Had outdoor lunches throughout the complete winter, but in the evenings it cooled of too much sitting outside. Now it seems the ‘winter’ is over.
Lets write some more about the eucalyptus problem in this territory (see posts March 1 & 2). The way humans turned this world upside down makes it impossible changing something. Whatever attempt you do living environmentally aware, there is always a questionable side. Sure you can do little things like refusing the plastic bag in the store or such, but these bags are made anyway. If you don’t take it next customer will. The group of people shopping environmentally aware is so small it will not stop plastic manufacturers producing less. Anyway, most ‘friendly’ packed products are more expensive most people can’t afford them, if willing to shop (and live) aware. Overall I think the ‘masses’ don’t give a damn! Both situations: enjoying consuming in wealthy communities or surviving in poverty. Nowadays only the rich can afford the choice of an ‘alternative’ life-style like vegan, biologic, environmentally friendly,… Choice is luxury.
Although I don’t see anything wrong with activists shaking the masses (or part of) sometimes, I think best is let those masses be what they are. Industrialization brainwashed them all and with ‘all and industry’ we happily destroy the world. Best is to create an environment for yourself where you do less ‘wrong’ possible. Taking care of yourself and surroundings. In Portugal are many private initiatives like the one I work (Juntas). Estates purchased with the goal to create an opposite against the ecological eucalyptus disaster. Not to destroy an economy, but finding back a natural balance.
Industrialization did brought wrong concentrations of natural ingredients, raw material or complete species (plants, animals,…), making Earth almost impossible for humans to survive on. Maybe that’s the evolution of how humans exterminate themselves. Pollution is our destiny!
Wednesday, 07 March, 2012
The new site in own domain of the Shina festival is on! www.shinafest.com . On the site you find information about the two previous festivals plus latest information of this years festival on 4/5/6 October, will be regularly updated.
Here a few impressions from www.shinafest.com :
The amazing container (2011):
The amazing location Eric Arn performed in (2011):
The amazing Horda Grdih (2010)
Now visit the amazing site www.shinafest.com to see it all.