Tuesday, December 25, 2012

http://rupturedonline.com/ 's 2012 end-of-year lists

and i quote

I asked some of my favorite musician and artist friends, from Beirut and beyond, to list their 10 favorite albums of 2012…
Alternately, they could also provide me with a list of the records they listened to the most in 2012, regardless of date of release.



Nadine Khouri (musician)
- Patrick Watson: Adventures In Your Own Backyard
- Jess Bryant: Silvern
- Chilly Gonzales: Solo Piano II
- Fránçois & the Atlas Mountains: E Volo Love
- J. Allen: Wonder City
- Leonard Cohen: Old Ideas
- Flying Lotus: Until The Quiet Comes
- David Byrne & St. Vincent: Love This Giant
- Fiona Apple: The Idler Wheel Is Wiser Than The Driver Of The Screw And Whipping Cords Will Serve You More Than Ropes Will Ever Do
- Giant Giant Sand: Tucson

Allan Chaaraoui (musician, Lazzy Lung)
1- Death From Above 1979: You’re A Woman I Am A Machine
2- Cloud Nothings
3- Tame Impala: Lonerism
4- Zeus
5- Grizzly Bear: Shields
6- Free The Robots
7- Japandroids: Celebration Rock
8- Radiohead: The King Of Limbs
9- French Kicks: Two Thousand
10- Reverie Sound Review: An Anniversary Away

Zeid Hamdan (musician, Zeid & The Wings)
- Mayer Hawthorne: A Strange Arrangement
- Die Antwoord: Tension
- Rover: Self-titled
- EL Rass & Munma: Kachf El Mahjoub
- Alpha Blondy: Jah Glory
- Various Artists: Beirut Hotel OST
- Bassekou Kouyaté & Ngoni Ba: Segu Blue
- Sheikh Imam (various tracks)
- Oka W Ortega (various tracks)
- Zeid Hamdan: Roundtrip OST

enjoy


LX


Tuesday, December 18, 2012

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On the dancefloor in an ungrateful Beirut, pretending cities could be grateful - Yes, with terms like party, after party and the party after that, cities could. 

In bed with a stranger in an intermediatary Beirut, pretending cities could be destinations - Perhaps, with terms like martyr, heritage and outlined aesthetic identity, cities could.

Beirut, in its absolute glory, fails to combust enough life force for heat. You rely on fur, relay to her, your glutinous ears, as you listen to it, things about him, as he knows all, but barely sees.

Beirut, and its untamed aura, bulging diaspora, disregarded decay and impotent day, fails in silk robes - in deathbed sheets - cannibal, it eats itself, slowly, to a never end.

I leave.
Curtains do not close.
I hear no applause.
I hear crashing waves on a man-made shore, crashing, a sound foreseeing its everything, its today, its tomorrow.

Friday, December 14, 2012

Beirut OST


This is more or less the story of everyone in Beirut. Every night, after the sun puts itself to voluntary sleep so she doesn't see us anymore. We plush. We mask. We knock ourselves off our consciousness. In the real time world, no one sees us at all. We work all our lives for this moment in time. Cerebrally-absent maniacs on the floor.

Cheers to a great rework. 

And it's Friday already.





Just a Steel-Town girl on a saturday night
Lookin for the fight of her life
In the real time world no one sees her at all
They all say she's crazy

Lockin rythms to the beat of her heart

Changing moment into light
She has danced into the danger zone
When the dancer becomes the dance

It can cut you like a knife

If the gift becomes the fire
All the while you're stuck between
What's will and what will be

(CHORUS)

She's a maniac, maniac on the floor
And she's dancing like she never danced before
She's a maniac, maniac on the floor
And she's dancing like she never danced before

On the ice-filled line of sanity

It's a place most never see
It's a hard-won place of mystery
You can touch it but can't hold it

You work all your life for that moment in time

It can come or pass you by
It's a push of the world but there's always a chance
If the hunger stays alive

There's a cold kenetic heat

Struggling, stretching for the beat
Never stopping
With her hair against the wind

(CHORUS)


la la la la la la la la 

la la la la la la la la

(instrumental break)


It can cut you like a knife

If the gift becomes the fire
All the while you're stuck between
What's will and what will be

She's a maniac, maniac at your door

And she's dancing like she never danced before
She's a maniac, maniac at your door
And she's dancing like she never danced before

Thursday, December 13, 2012

jinglebooks

This holiday, Fetish Systems will be available in 
AJEM (prisoners in Roumieh)
Catharsis (prisoners in Baabda)
Burj Hammoud Public Library
NGO Conseil de développement du littoral de Byblos

Antoine Online is launching a campaign to donate books to organizations, public libraries and NGOs. YOU can be part of this campaign by donating gift vouchers or by bringing along your used books.
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Fetish Systems review: 
http://kalimatshelf.tumblr.com/post/17655574050/fetish-systems-raafat-majzoub-it-was-the-writer
Fetish Systems in your hand: http://www.antoineonline.com/Book_Fetish_Systems_by_Raafat_Majzoub_9789953020341.aspx?productCode=0009789953020341

Saturday, December 8, 2012


Martha Graham (May 11, 1894 – April 1, 1991) was an American modern dancer and choreographer whose influence on dance has been compared with the influence Picasso had on modern visual arts, Stravinsky had on music, or Frank Lloyd Wright had on architecture.


There is a vitality, a life force, an energy… a quickening… that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all of time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium but will be lost.
It’s not your business to determine how good it is, nor how valuable, nor how it compares with other expressions. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open. Whether you choose to take an art class, keep a journal, record your dreams, dance your story, or live each day from your own creative source, above all else, keep the channel open.
–Martha Graham

Friday, December 7, 2012

Thursday, December 6, 2012

وصفولي الصبر .. بس حبيبي في الشارع - فنزلت


(راجع الكادر)

roy wrote a very nice article about The Outpost in Al-Akhbar
a paragraph about The Perfumed Garden was omitted for technical reasons
it's pretty, so here you go

الروض العاطر، عنوان رواية قصيرة بقلم رأفت مجذوب، ومتوفرة داخل عدد مجلة "ذي أوتبوست" الصفر، على شكل كتيب يمكن فصله عن المجلة وقراءته على حدى. "الروض العاطر في نزهة الخاطر" كتاب ألفه الشيخ النفزاوي في القرن الخامس عشر، كان كتاباً في التعليم الجنسي، أما رواية مجذوب فتستعير من نشوة الجنس، نشوة حلم يرى فيه العالم العربي عالماً واحداً، تجتمع فيه المدينة مع طرابلس، ومع القدس، ومع حلب، ومع الإسكندرية... لا حدود فيها لا للرغبة ولا للنشوة. هكذا ينطلق الكاتب في روايته من علاقته بجدته، إلى قصة حبها مع تحيّة، بموازاة علاقة جده  ظريف بأحمد، إلى حكايا شخصيات أخرى من مدينة إلى أخرى لا تحدها الجغرافيا ولا الأحاسيس، ولا الرغبات.

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

to oscar


oscar left us on december 5, 2012 - he was 104
below is a children's short story dedicated to oscar published by Al-Mona Public Library in Tripoli
the plot of the short story narrates the relationship of a little girl, zeina, and the Tripoli Int'l Fair grounds designed by oscar in 1962



THE CLOSE PLACE THAT IS FAR AWAY
by Raafat Majzoub

to Oscar

In a place, very far away, in a place still very close, lived a lot of shapes and one color. Everyone passed by it, but no one ever saw how much fun everyone could have inside. From that place, very far away and very close by, no one heard any noise. No one heard any music. The people forgot it. The city forgot it.

The place had many friends. When the place was alone, the wind would fly between its shapes, and would make music between its rectangles and squares. With the wind, came birds of all colors, from places with no names. They came from here and there, and all of them came to sing and color. The blue birds would sit next to the purple ones, and the green birds would sit next to the yellow ones. But then the wind would come, and whistle its tunes, and the birds would all dance together. The blue birds forget that they are blue, the purple ones forget that they are purple, the green birds forget that they are green and the yellow ones that they are yellow. The place sings with the wind. The circles make echoes to how the wind blows, to how it turns around itself to make the birds jump. The place is happy. In winter, the wind would bring the clouds. The sky loves the clouds. When they come, it makes new lights just for them. This is how the sky says hello to the place. The place loves the sky, and when it rains, it hides all the sky’s children in its stomach. The birds, all of them, the blue, purple, green and yellow hide  in the place’s shapes. And when the rain stops, they all paint rainbows.

This is how Zeina saw the place that no one saw. She followed the rainbow. Not many people follow the rainbow, but if you follow your rainbow, the place will find you, and say hello. One day, after the rain, Zeina put her new shoes on and went out for a walk. She loved her city after the rain. She loved to talk to rainbows. This time, there was a special rainbow. It had eight colors not seven;  it had the most wonderful gray she had ever seen – and it made all the other colors more colorful.

Zeina loved everything new. She loved that this was a special rainbow. She loved the grey, so she decided to say hello, and when she did, the rainbow grew longer and longer. She followed and followed, until she reached a long wall that had no beginning and no end.  She looked to the left, then to the right, but she had to look again – because she saw nothing new. That wall, does not start and does not end. Zeina turned her head to the rainbow – and smiled, the rainbow smiled back, and decided to show her what was behind that big wall. Slowly, the rainbow became a stairway, made of eight steps of every color. Zeina did not wait. She ran up the rainbow, eight steps of Gray, eight of Violet, Navy, Blue, Green, Yellow, Orange then Red until she was high, very high, above everything.


From the top of the rainbow, Zeina could see everything. She saw Tripoli like she had never seen before. She saw the ice cream shop where her Mama used to take her after school, and the bakery that her Baba used to get bread from. She saw her school, and the trees around her school, and everything looked very small. There was one thing that Zeina did not know, something that she could not recognize. It looked like a very big egg in the middle of the city surrounding by the long wall she was wondering about.

Zeina is very curious. She wants to know everything and likes to get lost in places she doesn’t know, so she pointed at the egg, and asked the rainbow to color steps so she could go down. She jumped off the Gray steps, to the Red, then the Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Navy and Violet until she reached the place. When she got inside, it did not look like an egg, but she noticed that this time, she was on the other side of that long long wall. She was inside, and everything was Gray. The gray reminded her of the rainbow, and as she looked around to thank it, the rainbow had disappeared. This is what is funny about rainbows, they come all of a sudden – and they go without saying goodbye.

Zeina thought that she was all alone. In fact, she wasn’t, and she was going to know that very soon. Being the curious Zeina that she is, Zeina decided to walk around, to discover this new place inside the walls. She walked and walked, and all she could see were strange shapes in the middle of fields of grass that grew taller than her. Between the strips of grass, Zeina noticed some gray objects in a distance. The objects had the same gray as the rainbow did, and it was wonderful. Zeina wanted to see more, so she ran towards these things she had never seen anything like before. She ran and ran until she reached a gray mountain. The mountain was smooth and curved very evenly, that she couldn’t help but run up to its top and slide down. As she was climbing and sliding, Zeina noticed that this mountain had a door. She had never seen a mountain with a door before, so she walked into that door very slowly, to see what the inside of a mountain would look like. She walked in, step by step, and it was very dark, but it sounded very weird. For each step, she would hear more than one sound. She was scared, “Anyone there?”, she shouted.. and the inside of the mounted shouted back “Anyone there?” Zeina ran outside. She did not like the inside of the mountain, she did not understand it. She still wanted to know who was inside with her, so she sat in front of the door waiting for anyone to come out. She waited and waited, but no one came out. As the sun was changing it’s place in the sky, a purple bird started flying around the gray mountain. Zeina loved the color purple, so she sat there, watching the bird. The bird was the nicest she had ever seen, and she wanted to talk to it. She stood up and started waving at the bird, but the bird kept dancing in the sky, and then flew lower, until it went into the mountain through the little door. Zeina was scared that the voices in the mountain would harm the bird, so she started crying, but right after the bird entered the mountain, the most wonderful music came out. Zeina’s feet started dancing, and she immediately stopped crying. She looked around, and all the grey objects were smiling, she could see all the rainbow colors in everything around her. She ran into the mountain to see where the music was coming from, and in the dark, she saw this purple bird, flying around, alone, with the music of a hundred birds. The purple bird saw Zeina, and he liked how she danced, so he flew towards her and sat on her shoulder. The music stopped. 


-“Hello”, said the purple bird
-“Hi”, said Zeina
-“You are a good dancer”, the bird told Zeina.
-“Thankyou”, Zeina replied, “but where is all this music coming from, with only you in this mountain??”
The purple bird told Zeina about how everything is made for a reason, and how his father, Oscar, made this big playground for everyone to enjoy. He told her about the story of this mountain and how its stomach is made to produce wonderful music with echo.
-“Echo?”, Zeina asked… “what is Echo?”

The bird smiled, and told Zeina to look at the mountain’s shape. She looked. The mountain is a perfect dome, and on the inside, this shape makes any sound bounce at different speeds, so you can hear it more than once, over and over. Zeina was puzzled, “so you can have as many friends as you like?”, she asked. The bird told her that she can never be alone if she’s happy, and this mountain only reminds her of that. Zeina was happier than ever, she started to like this place again, and wanted to learn about all the other things. She asked the bird about the gray rainbow, the floating ground, the cone, the tower and the flying carpet, but the bird said that the only way to know things is to go and try them, he kissed her goodbye, and flew away, and Zeina knew what she had to do.  

Sunday, December 2, 2012

it's totally okay to enjoy the stick-shift



now, relax

Gamal

*goosebumps*



Sound recording of 1954 assassination attempt on Nasser while he was addressing a crowd in MansheyaAlexandria

On 26 October, a Brotherhood member, Mohammed Abdel Latif, attempted to assassinate Nasser while he was delivering a speech in Alexandria, celebrating the British withdrawal. The speech was broadcast to the Arab world via radio. The gunman was 25 feet (7.6 m) away from him and fired eight shots, but all missed Nasser. Panic broke out in the mass audience, but Nasser maintained his posture and raised his voice to appeal for calm.
With great emotion he exclaimed the following:

My countrymen, my blood spills for you and for Egypt. I will live for your sake and die for the sake of your freedom and honor. Let them kill me; it does not concern me so long as I have instilled pride, honor and freedom in you. If Gamal Abdel Nasser should die, each of you shall be Gamal Abdel Nasser ... Gamal Abdel Nasser is of you and from you and he is willing to sacrifice his life for the nation.