"We were dismayed this afternoon to find our sound cabinet at 2640 broken open, with most of our sound system missing. About $2000 worth of gear was taken, almost all of which we had bought with money borrowed from our own (meager) personal finances in order to help get the space off the ground. We used this equipment for most of the events we do at the space, from talks to concerts to film screenings, and until we can replace it, we're pretty much screwed. We're trying to raise money to replace the stolen equipment - any support you can offer is greatly appreciated, and will help us get community events running smoothly and audibly at 2640 that much more quickly. You can donate online via paypal (at redemmas.org, or end checks made out to "Red Emma's" to: Red Emma's ATTN: Kate 800 St. Paul St. Baltimore, MD 21202)
If you come across any of the following equipment, please let us know at (410) 230-0450 or at info-at-redemmas.org:
Thanks!
To listen to this week's episode of Hobo's Lullaby, click on this: PRESSE LIBRE.
Today's playlist:
1. The Everybody Fields: His Pontiac
2. Will Bennett: Railroad Bill
3. God Gays and Guns: Hanging On The Ol' Barbed Wire
4. Umlaut: Let's Go(originally performed by Bette Midler)
5. Ash Grunwald: Tobacco Road
6. Bob Dylan: Pretty Boy Floyd
7. Bikini Kill: Rebel Girl
8. This Bike Is A Pipe Bomb: Trains and Cops
9. Bill Monroe & Doc Watson: Where Is My Sailor Boy (What Does The Deep Sea Say?)
10. Cisco Houston: The Cat Came Back
11. Creedence Clearwater Revival: Sweet Hitch-Hiker
12. Adhamh Roland: Ol' Timey Music
13. Daniel Johnston: Go
14. Dave End: Fruits Commonly...
15. Defiance, Ohio: Lambs At The Slaughter
16. Hayseed Dixie: Fat Bottom Girls
17. The Weakerthans: Aside
18. Ricky Skaggs: Ridin' That Midnight Train
19. Ryan Harvey: John Brown
20. Bonnie "Prince" Billy: Cold & Wet
21. Leadbelly: Ain't Gonna Study War No More
22. Janis Joplin: Mercedes Benz
23. Charlie Parker & Dizzy Gillespie: Salt Peanuts
24. Bukka White: Special Stream Line
25. Brenna Sahatjian: Rise Like Lions
26. Old Crow Medicine Show: Take 'em Away
27. Defiance, Ohio: Road Signs Always Look Better Looking Over Your Shoulder
From Rae:
"Los turistas llaman a esta miseria color local." ~Piglia
I’ve thought for months that I was sad here, but I misunderstood. It’s Buenos Aires that is sad. It’s a sadness so full and unmoving that has settled in this place that it makes the air heavy and hard to breathe and spills out into the cracks in the ever-deteriorating sidewalks. It’s in the shit smeared all over the streets, the torn posters that line them, the eyes of the cartoneros and the little boys dressed in rags ever searching through the trash-cans. It presses against the women so slowly and forcefully that they are always shrinking to make room for it, their faces growing ever more hollow and corpse-like, like ghosts walking amongst us. There are real ghosts too. Dictators and caudillos whose legacies are buried deeply in the people’s memory, authors who walk purposefully into the sea to never return, desaparecidos whose stories never found endings, and madres still marching for answers but dying off without finding them. It’s a city surrounded by water so dirty it can’t be touched, where the tourists visit cemeteries and the corpses of the politicians dissapear. It's a culture where the people are always waiting and never sleeping. No one can sleep and no one can admit they’re tired. They dress to the nines, and dine on steaks, and drink cafecitos, and tango until morning, and it’s all too much and all too garish and obvious not to be a distraction, like silence is a collective fear.
There is beauty in Buenos Aires, though. You can find it at an old landfill that was filled and forgotten about. Years later, the nutrients the soil had absorbed from all of the waste began to nourish wild flowers that spread through it, until they seized the entire space. Rooted in the rubbish, they radiate through it, making the trash look like it was just put there as a foil to their beauty. It’s been named an Ecological Reserve now, because Buenos Aires needs to protect it. They're begging it to be a metaphore that if a place holds enough sadness for long enough, something beautiful is eventually bound to take root there and resist.
There is beauty in Buenos Aires, though. You can find it at an old landfill that was filled and forgotten about. Years later, the nutrients the soil had absorbed from all of the waste began to nourish wild flowers that spread through it, until they seized the entire space. Rooted in the rubbish, they radiate through it, making the trash look like it was just put there as a foil to their beauty. It’s been named an Ecological Reserve now, because Buenos Aires needs to protect it. They're begging it to be a metaphore that if a place holds enough sadness for long enough, something beautiful is eventually bound to take root there and resist.
Just a reminder, we are still (as always) accepting submissions, of pretty much anything-- travel stories, DIY stuff, activist information, whatever. My friend BF sent us some vegan recipes he created, that Carter and I are definitely going to try out and report back on.
Solidarity,
Jenna
