ZA/UM: Archive 13

Friday, January 27, 2012

Archive 13

Tervist kõik meie suured ja väikesed lugejad. Mul on väga kahju, et laulu "Fuck your brains out" mingi kupiraidi pasa pärast kuulata ei saa. Selle üle, et enamuse lugude nimi on "Tender surrender" on jällegi hea meel. Kui sa seda tüüpi veel vaadanud ei ole, tee seda kindlasti. Üks tuim ja tundetu inimene oled, kui sul tema kohta arvamust ei kujune. Otherwise, ma soovin, et teil oleks siit lähiaegadel palju huvitavat lugeda. Parimate soovidega, klassijuhataja.

MAERSK LINE - ON BOARD EDITH MAERSK

See siin ei ole Youtube Eventsi megapomm. Hoogsa muusika saatel vahetuvaid videoklippe ei tule, HMS Oceani jõuluhitt ja sinu unistus värvilisest videokompvekist jäävad seekord ära. Selle asemel luba endale veerandtund puhkust ja silmailu, lülita välja telefon, tee valmis kohv, säti padjad - sind ootab ees kõrgkvaliteedis täisekraan laevaromantikat. Me teame küll, et südames oled sa just seda igatsenud, kannatlikult kogu Steve Vai repertuaari järel - oodanud konteinerkastide vallatut läiget, libedaid põrandaid, filipiinlasi. Palun, lubage lavale töölisklassi lihtne õrnus ja - proletaarne meditatsioon. (HHin)

STEVE VAI - TENDER SURRENDER

Me kõik teame, mida me tahame, aga seda... on meil vaja. Tegelikult usun ma sensuaalsusesse, vaoshoitusse, naiselikku soojusse, tegelikult ei kuula ma enam ammu punk-muusikat. Ma usun armastusse, tõelisse armastusse. Ja kui kahetuhandeaastane permanentne revolutsioon peaks ka kunagi saabuma, tahan ma, et see kõlaks nagu Steve Vai kitarrisoolo.

The DVD includes:

• 7 Performance Videos
• 5.1 Surround & Stereo Mixes
• Alternate Video Angles
• Feature-length Commentary
• Interview with Steve Vai

STEVE VAI - TENDER SURRENDER

Ca 2001 lasi The Vainola välja oma teatrimuusika plaadi "Teatriõhtu". Mäletamist mööda oli seal palasid neljast eri lavastusest, millest - ma olen veendunud - enamus olid eriti saastad. Lavastuse mõttes, muusika oli tasemel. Isegi kui Dvinjaninov andis endast parima, et The Vainola hüvad meloodiad sõnadega ära rikkuda. "Kurjategija või põgenenud neeger, ära tule, üles poon!" taaselustas tuntud lavastaja oma laulutekstiga "Huckelberry Finni" aegse Ameerika mõned tendentsid, mida ehk poleks tasunud taaselustada. (Kujutle seda veel "nätileja laulab" lustliku huiari häälega öeldult!) Igatahes, see siin on "Argipäev" Zola "Daamide õnnest" ja sellel õnneks pole sõnu. On kaunis salongine Zola vaib ja võtab ilusti kokku kõik, mis mulle selle raamatu juures meeldis, mida ma lugenud pole. Ent mis mulle sellegipoolest väga meeldis. Kuigi ma seda lugenud pole, meeldis mulle eriti too pärastlõunane unine salongimeeleolu ja selle varjus lähenev zolalik häving, sest olgu ta neetud, kui LÕPUKS ERITI PUTSI EI LÄHE. (RK)

STEVE VAI - TENDER SURRENDER

Ma olen 90ndate kiddo. What's the matter with Smashing Pumpkins?

STEVE VAI - TENDER SURRENDER

See on selline lollakast ängisegusest õnnetundest ujuv pidu, kus kõik on kohal, keegi on saanud pappi ja kõikjal voolab rumm ja koola.

Me kõik oleme üks suur pedene sõprade perekond! Mõnus!

Samas oota. Pidu hakkab vist nagu natuke nõmedaks minema? Fuck that. Vaata - külmkapp on õlle täis.

RK fuck your brains out. SN fuck your brains out. ML fuck your brains out. HH fuck your brains out. Georgios Papandreou fuck your brains out.

STEVE VAI - TENDER SURRENDER

Näe, vaata - kultuurisündmus! See on eesti räpp, mida on võimalik kuulata. See on elu täis. Ja sellel on Saaremaa aktsent küljes. Ja see on võtnud üles selle tänuväärse ülesande, millega viimati siis tegeleti, kui ment Striidi männilaudadest kasti peksis. It's been long time a'waitin.

Kuulukse, et selle Eventsiga olid tegelt muudsugused plaanid. Kui nii, soovitan selle eelmise arhiivi otsa keevitada. Näiteks.

7 kommentaari:

Robert KurvitzJan 27, 2012 04:11 PM
This post is now about REVOLUTION. Signs of the coming revolutsion:

"Mitte üliõpilaste ja muuseas ka õpilaste protest ei läinud üle vindi vaid teie seal kuramuse riigikogus on sulepatjade otsas olete ammu üle vindi läinud rahvale näkkusülitamise ning mõnitamise ja alandamisega. Siiski, küll igal oinal tuleb oma mihklipäev. Jumal taevas või kurat põrgus ei jäta midagi karistamata. Olgu teil praegult vunts magus, aga küll see karistus tuleb. Küll tuleb. VASTIK HAKKAB TEID VAADATES!!!! VAS-TIK!!!"

Postimees.ee. Asjal on ca 500 laiki all. Viis sada laiki on Eesti mõõtmetes päris palju laiki. Mida see tähendab nüüd? Kas tuleb ära? Viha võimu vastu on nähtavasti võtmas ajaloolisi proportsioone!

Stay tuned for another episode of REVOLUTIONwatch on Postimees.ee! Postimees.ee - relvastatud ülestõus algab!
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Robert KurvitzJan 27, 2012 04:14 PM
As promised, I found even more!

"Oodake riigikogujad ! Asi alles hakkab üle vindi minema ja kui Eestlsel ükskord kaane pealt viskab siis saate raisad kõikide aastate eest ja täie rauaga. Ei ole teil enam kodu ka kus ennast turvaliselt tunda, hakkate varsti kartma rahvast ! Pange mu sõnu tähele !"

Selleks ajaks oli esimesest 500 laikerist 200 juba ära SPLINTERINUD, vähem radikaalsesse laikerite kohorti, jättes sellele tänavale ansiplasi elusalt nülgima vaid 300 sajatustega relvastatud ning revolutsiooniliselt meelestatud bla bla the joke continues. Kuidas olukord nüüd tundub? Kas hakkab KAAS PEALT ÄRA TULEMA? Kas KAAS juba tuli PEALT ÄRA?

Türa mul on elu aeg KAAS PEALT ÄRA OLNUD, mul ei olegi mingit kaant.

Stay tuned!
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MartinJan 31, 2012 01:39 PM
oleks tender surrender siin, tema teaks mida teha.
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SiimJan 31, 2012 04:03 PM
kujutage ette kui meid kõiki tabaks amneesia ja me satuksime praegusesse korraldusse.
uut fucking lehekülge.
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C'talo KiscoFeb 16, 2012 12:21 AM
Tavai, let's do this shit. Parimate laulusõnade pageant! Minu pakkumine:

Que bonito ritmo para di ballar

Que bonito ritmo para di ballar
Ay gitana no te quiero dar mi amor

Then I stood down this fate
that I'd seen you once before
We danced in the all discotheque
I won't forget you anymore

I was here and you were there
when you just touched me with your smile
After the dance, my heart will care
to talk to you a little while

If I close to take your hand and take the air
We'll find the shelter in your lovely smile to hide
We need the silence, silent space
where is my heartbeat only for you

Que bonito ritmo para di ballar
Ay gitana no te quiero dar mi amor

Que bonito ritmo para di ballar
Ay gitana no te quiero dar mi amor

Now I wanna know your name
This hope had glowed in my heart
For me it's nevermore the same
So I'll give you all regards

If I close to take your hand and take the air
We'll find the shelter in your lovely smile to hide
We need the silence, silent space
where is my heartbeat only for you

Que bonito ritmo para di ballar
Ay gitana no te quiero dar mi amor ...

Bring it on guys
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Motherfucker ruined my nameFeb 16, 2012 12:22 AM
C'talo Kisco peaks olema. C'talo Kisco.
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KÕRGEMAD KAHEKÜMNENDAD

Ei oska kommenteerida, kas asi on vanuses, aga mulle meeldib viimasel ajal lisaks joogale see ka. Tundub, et 2012 ei tulegi nii kehv muusikaaasta, kui eelmise põhjal arvata oli.

TERVITUSI TEISEST ILMAST

Jerome Isma-Ae er en tysk DJ, remixer og producer fra München. Han har turneret verden rundt som anerkendt trance-, house- og techno-DJ. Jerome Isma-Ae ejer desuden pladeselskabet Jee Productions.

Ma arvan, et see on peamisi asju, mis MJ loomingust ajahambale vastu pidama saab.

SIVERT HOYEM - UNDER ADMINISTRATION

Näe, vaata, Madrugada laulja teeb sooloprojekti. Juba kolmanda albumi laseb välja. Ja ta ei tee seda niimoodi igavalt, nagu sooloprojekte tavaliselt tehakse, oma endise vägevuse varjuna. Küte on, saab hakkama moodsa ja vanamoodsa elemendi ühendamisega. Also, tšeki seda videot. Peegeldumist kasutatakse juba kaheksakümnendatest saati ja sellel ei olnud enamasti mingeid eriti meeldejäävaid tulemusi, nii et see lõpetati vahepeal sootuks ära. Aga siin tehakse seda jälle, ja niimoodi, et ilus on vaadata. Also, Sivertil on lahe särk seljas. High rec.

KÕVAMEHED

ROBERT KURVITZ is a normal guy. Just a normal guy, a straight up fella. Not that different from you, actually. Man has a job and an education, contributes to society. Mildly ideological in as far as he values human life, but nothing too out there. Everything about him is trustworthy and normal and there is little else to say on the subject. Maybe it's YOU, who's the suspicious character?

MARTIN LUIGA is a ruined inheritance millionaire and former Patron of the Arts. Not having the resources necessary to support other people's works any more, Luiga has resorted to creating some of his own. His field of expertise ranges from literature to systems modelled after the human mind - widely popularised as "philosophy" during previous historical periods. Luiga also displays a lively interest in politics where his leanings are characterized by the words "dia-" and "materialism".

ALEKSANDER ROSTOV, once an alcoholic youth of some renown, prowling the streets like any other. Today, half a decade later, he's a semiwithdrawn misanthropic recluse, spending his days hissing petti insults at artists. Being one hismself he has learned, more than anything else, to despise any who refer to themselves as such. He does this with impressive gusto, with thunderous passion outdone only by his borderline unhealthy interest in the medium of video games.

HELEN HINDPERE has so many drafts in her blogger account it's not even funny. An archetype of a ZA/UM reader turned contributor, she is an aspiring lady of letters, a writer-to-be if you will. Her flaming red hair signaling both the tone of her heart as well as her passion for words, books and all those boring dusty learny things. A woefully rare combination of kojn, smarts and goodwill she also holds down a part-time job as the unofficial secret mascot of ZA/UM.

JOANNA ELLMANN is that rarest of phenomen - a poetess (yes, we though Sappho was the last one as well). Her work is appropriately described as either "mystic" or "visionary". Accordingly, she shows an academic competence in poetic tradition, as well as shamanistic theory and other fields of ethnology. As a promoter of culture she's taken up an avid interest in many an endeovor, as long as they display a certain degree of radical thinking and poetic value.

KASPAR KALVET is a globe-trotting financial analyst. When he's not busy flooding the market with incomprehensible real-estate instruments, he travels the far reaches of this planet, admiring his handy-work unfold as financial catastrophes. A well-read gentleman, with ice-cold wits, Kalvet dissects matters as complicated as global economics or the stream-of-conciousness narrative technique. As an ardent geographer, expect his reports from the vertigo depths of lake Altai, via Gobi desert to the Land of Fire and Ice.

RUUDU ULAS has taken up the unforgiving mission of creating meaningful imagery using delicate machinery and vicious chemical compounds, darkness and light, although said practice has been trivialized, shunned, commercialized, misused and spat upon since it’s very beginnings, although it brings more pain than pleasure and her presence would be weighty enough if she never did a damn thing, spending her life critizising her surroundings instead.

LILIAN MARIE MERILA is a professional fashion photographer. An advocate of beauty, both human or otherwise, she admires cheek bones and collar bones, sure, though a river of late evening traffic, all diamond headlights and radience... goes just as well. In fashion terms this means she walks the tight-rope between glamour and rock´n´roll. With her sense of style and a laid-back attitude towards culture, she represents a sort of lady of blessings, lending an air of credibility to everything she comes to approve of.

MADE LUIGA is the loneliest woman in the world. Imagine Beth Gibbons, only farther up to the north, trapped underground by the forces of capital to supply the unlearned with precious jewellery for all eternity. When not toiling for the continuation of said horrors, however, she's an avid microhistorian, well-versed in the course of beauty and a promising critic and letters-man.

HELEN HAAV is a Kantian judicator. She spends most of her days judicating from the Kingdom of Ends. When she's not judicating from the Kingdom of Ends, you can find her - there, in the Kindgom of Ends. Judicating. Judge, jury, executioner style. Always outnumbered, never outgunned. Judicar Haav is what they call her in that hypothetical state of existence derived from the categorical imperative. Benevolent, merciless, she puts the "Kantian" in our Kantian Death Squad. Tread lightly!

JIM ASHILEVI is a former child actor. You might remember him (please remember him!) as Muzzy's little friend, the alien, from the English language educational show "Muzzy Comes Back". But Muzzy never came back, the shoot was over, the red eye of the camera switched off, and with it, Jim faded into obscurity. He's been desperately trying to climb back into the limelight ever since, publishing plays ("Like Boys in the Rain", "Porcelainsmoke" - please know some of them!) and a measure of short prose fiction . . . and theatre directing . . . and film . . . whatever it takes, basically.

KRISTO VIIDING is a master thespian and resident of the National Drama Theater. His dashing siegfried looks and baritone delivery have earned him the prestigious Voldemar Panso award. And with it, a spot in the highest echelon of our nation’s thespians: the cast of a certain Home in the center of a certain City. When not flexing his acting muscles, Mr Viiding endeavors to coalesce film, prose, music and poetry into a kind of supreme amalgamation of arts –The Ultimate Art, if you will - Nicola Tesla, Wall of Light style!

TRIIN TASUJA Rather being lost than found, this loud- and dirtymouthed jenny-from-the-block character is never too steady, calm or satisfied with things she sees. Fear has become her partner in crime ever since the day she saw the big crack between her own made up world and The Big Fat Reality. From that on you may never know when one battle begins and other one ends.

CAROLINA PIHELGAS is a writer and an avid translator of poesy. Having translated from five languages, poetic analysis follows naturally. In her own poems fraulein Pihelgas has been known to reference the many bizarre places she has visited as a travelling minstrel. She has, for example, sailed the Pacific in a small sailyacht. Although she appears to be taken at the moment, her interests include: red wine, anarchy.

THE PARADOX THAT FUELS THE PLANES is a mystery wrapped inside an enigma wrapped inside a conundrum wrapped inside a contradiction wrapped inside CONVERSATION KILLER wrapped inside a mere man - confused by the seeming victory of capitalism and lack of alternatives, hiding behind blind contrarianism, posing no threat to the ruling elite - wrapped inside a weapon pointed at every single atom in existence with a particularly watchful eye on those that constitute the clientele of Estonian Air.

SIIM "ŠNURKA" NURKLIK is a gatling-gun of a man. Look up, notice the speck of light in the night sky? That's the "Ultima Vox" calibrating its many orbital lasers. Look lower! That is a flock of B-52's parting the air at subsonic (but still impressive) speeds. Look even lower, that, my friend, is a fleet of dreadnoughts cleaving the oceans, their gray cannons glimmer in the blinding noon sun. Now look around you, it's a congress of tanks, their caterpillar crawlers muddied with the dry brown blood of enemies. Listen, hear the uneasy silence - they are all loaded up and ready to engage, their thick reinforced hulls packed to the brim with the deadliest of payloads: Words. Best you hope the gun ain't pointed at you, son.