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gmburns -> RE: Who would you rather be (Jan. 28 2013 9:20:55)
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ORIGINAL: estebanana
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All good points. I still think I'm on the Beatles side. Not sure I want to end up like Keith Richards.
I would not mind being Keef-
A still fetching in her late 50's model wife, a few houses around the world, some money, still has not allowed himself to be knighted thus he is still non complicit with the higher social orders...but he probably does as much charity giving as Sir Paul.
He stays up late at night cooking bangers and mash, and he gets to play Pirates in movies. He fell out of a tree and lived.
In the beginning they concert promoters said of the Stones and the Beatles; The Stones were gentlemen they had to gussy up to look shabby and tough and the Beatles were street toughs they had to put in suits and ties to make them look less like Marlon Brando clone punks. In Germany in the pre invasion days they dressed like greasers. In America that look was too menacing and tough to make them seem like those dapper Lads from Liverpool. The Stones first tours of the US took them through areas where they hung out in black night clubs where whites did not go, but they seem to have been welcomed because they knew the music in detail.
Sort of like Americans or Japanese going to Spain and being welcomed by Gitano's more so than Gitano's might be open to non Gypsy Spaniards. I remember telling some Spanish guys I hung out with that I went to a Gypsy baptism, they were both jealous and repulsed at the same time. They said how could I stand to hang out with 'thieves and drug addicts' while in the next breath saying I love flamenco and I've lived in Spain all my life and have never been invited to a flamenco Gypsies private life or home. I filled them in on what happened and they just sat there gawking.
Some time ago I read, maybe in one of Paco Sevilla's books, that Camaron was invited to sing in a private fiesta for the Rolling Stones for the sum of 30,000 dollars. In the end Camaron declined to perform for some reason, I don't know why. Who knows why, maybe he was too strung out. Sometimes when junkies meet up it flares their interest in going on a jag and getting high..or maybe Camaron just did not want to sing for such a small sum..the lore around both the Stones and Camaron is so Byzantine and opaque how could you ever know unless you asked one of them yourself?
Maybe the reason flamencos pick the Stones over Sir Paul and Co. is because the Stones themselves are just more flamenco than the Beatles. The image, the sound, the strutting..
Maybe Camaron did not want to compete with Mick for who struts better...
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OK, I guess I need to come around a bit then!
There's similar thing here in Brasil about the rich and poor. I have a friend (M) who's gay, and he's American and has a damn good job that lets him work wherever. M has had friends here in Brasil for years and has come down for the perennial summer for about six or seven years now. At the moment, he lives here in Curitiba with a Brasilian friend (B) of his who he knew in the U.S.. B comes from a very wealthy lawyer-type family. M pays a little rent to B to live in B's gorgeous apt in a swanky part of town.
M also has a boyfriend here (R), but R isn't so wealthy. In fact, he works as a lineman for GVT and lives in what in the U.S. we'd essentially call a project; where the government built a bunch of tiny houses on a free plot of land and sold them to poor people who otherwise couldn't afford to buy. M is quite a bit older than both B and R, with B and R being approximately the same age (within a few years).
Whenever R stays the night with M, B leaves the house. B never accepts invitations to go to the movies, to grab a coffee, to grab a beer, etc. It's as if B is afraid that R's poorness will rub off on him. The wealth gap here is pretty cruel, and people wonder why there's so much violence.
I'd go to the gypsy baptism. Not sure why I'd have a problem with it to begin with. I'm a small-town guy who does get rattled by the big-city violence here, but part of that is why my girlfriend worries so much about me; I just don't pay attention to my surroundings. People are people.
OK, I think I'm turning.
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