There is a knot of pain just behind my right eye that throbs in time with my pulse. My eyes feel raw. My mouth is dry. Last night’s booze-induced heroics are a distant memory. In the harsh light of day, I feel simply terrible, and yet, next weekend, I’m liable to do it all over again.
When it comes to legal intoxicants, alcohol is essentially the only choice available. It is the world’s most widely used drug, and can be safely deemed toxic, addictive, and linked to violent behavior. As the failed American experiment with alcohol prohibition in the 1920s and 30s demonstrated, the desire for easy intoxication will seemingly always be a part of our society. But with a massive pharmacopeia and scientific infrastructure at our disposal, why do we still rely on such an imperfect means to accomplish that goal?
This is the kind of PR that gets me to click the play button: “In their music is a reformulation of the Latin music world; the starting point was digital cumbia, but today, Chancha is forging unprecedented mergers between Brazilian rhythms, Paraguayan harp, Andean mysticism, the solitude of Argentine folklore from the Pampas, and spatial projection, all of which have been processed through a futuristic strain of post-dubstep electronic music.”
Art, animation by Paula Duró and FX and edition by Mariela Bond. Look for his upcoming album Amansara LP being released by Wonderwheel Recordings (USA, Oceania), Crammed Disc (Europe, Asia) and Charco (South America) in late September 2014.
A “terrao” is an oasis in the urban landscape. The reddish tone of a soccer field turns into a stage for the resistance of popular soccer. These fields are increasingly rare to see because of property speculation and land occupation. Some of them have their own football clubs, while others are publics spots. Some of them are mainly dirt, while others are of sand, rests of weathered grass. But they are a breath for the hard daily life of those who lives in the outskirts of Sao Paulo. These fields show the urgency for public and communal places to practice sports, a portrait of those who fights for leisure in a city as Sao Paulo. Colored and powerful in face of the greyish scenario, these fields are a solid basis of soccer’s spirit in Brasil. It’s not hard to find friends, relatives, adults and children cheering together for their local teams. Even through social and political difficulties, a “terrao” shows us the real soccer, far away from a society mediated by powerful media groups. The rawness of a “terrao”can’t be fitted as a media spectacle.