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Catching the time (the polls, the chances)

In the previous post, I put the books more I liked in 2009. In Radio PinkMoon try a program with the best of 2009, but for different issues, we felt bored and ended up more a review online, a list of "thought."

Days later, fall into my hands two journals: a Rock de Lux with a review of 2007 and Milagros Sculpting with "The Best of '95."

Finally, a few weeks ago we commented on the phone with my brother about how boring we thought the polls today, whereas before we expected to eagerly. Came from a made for "musicians" who chose the artist of the decade and earned Andrés Calamaro, with 15 of 141 votes (10%). To give you an idea of \u200b\u200b"value" of the note, LA Spinetta was second with 13 votes and Peter Capussotto third with 11.

I extend a little bit about this and be right back. There is an interview with Andrew, who is appointed as Artist of the Decade, which begins with a very poignant question: "What means have been chosen artist of the decade by your peers?". All roll leads to a sort of instant legitimacy, which, by the social vertigo and fall of rock criticism is doomed to be forgotten in a few weeks.

However, as even some legitimate functions (there have Animal Collective), it is good to see who was the 15 votes that decided that Andrew was the "artist of the decade." Control F "Calamaro" and the result is: Lucio De Caro (Nikita Nipone), Fernando Blanco, Germany (Viva Elastic), Festival Travel, Charlie Desidney, Maldito Flanders, Pepe Céspedes, Pablo Coniglio (Shaila), Rifle Pandolfi ( Thousand Ants), Ramiro Cerezo (Pier), Mono (Kapanga), The Ox, Paul Marcheti (Joint Falopa), Walas and John Zorlak (Anima Triple).

Interesting, right?.

Continuing along the side of legitimacy (and the paradox of looking down while myths that stand, only for brief moments, new or-much worse-reinventions of old), in that RDL is a note from the director of Muchachada Nui, which made me laugh and scan to see it. (Pego a video of something that makes Muchachada Nui, for those who still do not know).






and close the circuit path by chance, two things Cambiasso magazine that cause much grace for themselves:






So posts to think about what makes polls so boring this year, I think it's the fact that no one needs more information. I listened for the Top 100 year's themes chosen by Pitchfork and the result was that I held to 15 and the only ones I found interesting were the groups that had already discovered for myself (actually the hazardous situation of time and space that determine the possibility of new listeners). The most fun was discovering a ballad of Artic Monkeys, however I hear the plunger back to XX, only to fall again in the certainty that a million flies can be wrong.

I find the music you hear can not be segmented in years, because the truth is that 80% of the time one is listening (or reading, or watching movies) longer than 12 months ago and the "best" becomes an encounter between one moment and a timeless artistic hipertemporal staff, who put together a special issue impossible to pass beyond a singular babbling to anyone who picks up one goes in its entirety.