I sometimes wonder what would have happened had Peret found God (in his customary residence in Spain: the sumptous halls of the Iglesia Evangélica de Filadelfia) somewhat earlier in his career, and before Manu Chao discovered the marketing appeal of totalitarian mysticism. Would all Barcelona’s guitar-rebel clones be strolling around cursing the Devil instead of Capital and wearing Jesus instead of Che Guevara on their shirts? Would we be better- or worse-off?
Elitist explanation of the traditional strength of libertarian communist (aka anarchist) proselytism in Barcelona: starting in the mid-18th century the city attracts wave after wave of illiterate peasants who are prepared to believe in and get killed for any old millenarian shit, and who are incapable understanding rational politics, so get up on that there soupbox and take their money off them.
José-Manuel Thomas Arthur Chao singing dissolute American music with his first band, Hot Pants:
Hey, it makes the dog laugh.
- Cataloonia, Sweden on the Med
Jordi Pujol’s venerable dream appears finally to have been realised, although perhaps not quite as he anticipated.
- Franco and the golden ages of the sardana
The sardana was encouraged by the Francoist state and suffered its greatest difficulties during the period of revolutionary anarcho-syndicalist and Stalinist
- Link sink for 30/05/2009
Mid-20th century Ibero-American hits, state-controlled media, the personal and the public.
- “Discretion Environment Elegance”
An illegal brothel at Girona Airport.
- Polish diva: “I know a street in Barcelona”
Uliczka w Barcelonie, by the great Sława Przybylska, who has no English-language Wikipedia entry, and who I first got to know