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There is a sentence which is repeated every so often we enjoy the music in Peru: the radio is crap.

Although it seems too drastic, it is very difficult to sustain that claim. You only need to review the dial with attentive ears, and that is impregnated in our minds as a sentence final. However, for those who do not manage the time or patience to claim pass from one station to another, I shall detail what was transmitted on a daily basis. On behalf of those who rejoice with the sauce (and, to be more precise, sensual salsa), a variety of stations that they can satisfy that taste. But I must point out that if, for example, someone wanted to listen to a baroque sauce, the way of the songs Maestra Vida, Ruben Blades, would have to wait a specialized program or it is sad to say, the death of that musician, fact that, perhaps, motivate the placing on the air of his most outstanding achievements sound. Moreover, addicts also folklore have their places on the dial. But in those fields, as well as produced by the (as) singers Fashionable, enjoy the fine guitar Manuelcha Prado or rebel songs Martina Portocarrero? The obvious answer is no. But I do not want to be pessimistic, so I'll keep mentioning other genres. And it occurs to me as follows: reggaeton. If a subject is a fan of the current rhythm, I have no doubt that it will have a chance to bask in the radio broadcasts. But if you want to pay attention to the lyrics of Calle 13, reggaeton group that criticism of their musical peers, with irony and self-confidence, machine guns with a verb hectic social system, Can he do? Not really. Sure someone will ask: what about the rock? Well, if an individual enjoys to rock, have on hand a number of stations. But (and this is the fourth "but"), if you listen to the poetry of Spinnet or the atmospheres of Pink Floyd, the dirty sound of the first Leusemia or the Beatles psychedelic period, only detract from the following: take your CD or your mp3 file, press play, and feel the rarest of the rare ... So, taking the basic four previous cases, summarize the paragraph with the question: is it conceivable that groups or singers that do not follow a line or cool or light commercial or light or whatever call are passed by the Peruvian radio? As suspected, the reply is a resounding: NO.

Now the radio is not a waste because the vast majority of stations (1) forward only fun and popular songs. No, not that the reason for my qualification. This is because the dial Peru denies the difference. Rejects. Hides. The ninguneo. Why do it? Perhaps because the programmers can not see beyond their noses and stay with the epidermis of supply noise. Maybe because the developers think the public is stupid and will not accept something radically new. Perhaps because the same developers are certain economic benefits that ought to pay particular type of music. Maybe. Maybe.

there anything yet that gives a glimmer of hope to this dark night. And that is the exercise of your freedom, dear reader / listener. If you do not like you enough or not what you hear on the radio, ask your friends or acquaintances, go to a stocked Discotienda, check the Internet, or finally, make your own music. The important thing is to find something to fill, at least momentarily, the natural need to have your ears to be pierced by something they consider beautiful. And if you ever get to work or run a radio, is betting on the multiplicity of options, because the only way to achieve freedom is fully having the choice of as many roads. And what is the right way? That only you know.

July
Meza Díaz

(1) I notice that two radio stations (Radio Philharmonic and Double Nine) who opt for a different signal. The first is devoted to a special chamber music, and the second more elaborate Anglo rock. On the other hand, if you look very closely, you can find some programs, very few hours, trying to give new life to dial Peru. However, both cases (stations and programs) are the exception, unfortunately, proves the rule.

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Michael Jackson (1958 - 2009)

Oddly . These two words can describe the entire life of Michael Jackson as the reaction of thousands or perhaps millions of people facing the death of that artist.

Michael had a dizzying career. From its early years, appeared on television shows, charmed with her voice of an acuity of musk and enthusiastic about their spring dance steps. Time passed, and little by little, the music jumped aside, to let enter the obsession with a strange quest: the anatomical aesthetics to ease (I suspect) twisted inner complex. Of a black complexion, with curly hair and swollen lips, Michael became a brown fine features, to finally end up in a sort of white man abutting more than Freack truculence, that the supposedly beautiful sophisticated. Michael, in a clear, rejected their skin color and body shapes of origin, and was released to the pursuit of "better" appearance, which contented itself and, perhaps, to his admirers (1).

But on his recent death, and according to the readings I've collected a number of ways, I can say that these facts are not remembered listed that are as compelling as striking. The fans (made up of whites, blacks, cholos, Chinese and who knows, even Martians) mourns his departure, without calling to mind that the deceased was an example of anguish, confusion and fear. In addition, it is at least suspect that until just a few years, many asked for a drastic sanction against Michael for having violated, as the defendant, the sexual integrity of a minor. At that time, Michael was a pervert, a sexual ill, abusing their money and power to lure children to take them to their private ranch, and in that place, pushing them to the realization of touching and other practices lewd. Do not forget, dear reader / listener, the American jury that heard the case said if Michael had never taken place or not crimes against him, since the legal dispute was resolved by extra-legal treatment.

Well, dear reader / listener, my purpose is not to throw mud from a fan to Michael and his followers. First, Michael was not solely responsible for its journey to the strange: a lot of guilt with the complex social pressures and diseases of the twentieth century Western ideologies. We (both you, the reader / listener, like me) become, somehow, the youngest of the Jackson in a chiaroscuro be pathetic. Finally, the age of double standards (2), forgetful, agreed and mean, that now mourns the loss of Michael is not entirely responsible for his actions. The media, the lack of critical consciousness and the drag of the masses, are almost forcing these people to suffer for someone who, until some time ago, rejected and reviled.

Michael, you were not only rare, so is your audience. Strangely, no?

(1) There is an important detail to rescue. The death of Jackson, who had sought personal satisfaction by changing the color of their skin, has been given when another black person, Barack Obama, without altering its features original, has recently achieved a major achievement: the U.S. presidency. Significant overlap, as noted, perhaps, that new winds scour the world.
(2) When referring to the words "government of double standards," perhaps you may think that I stumble into the trap of generalization. I would therefore like to clarify that the term referred to certain types of follower of Michael. These are in a universe composed of the following: the faithful followers of Michael, who only now bring it to memory, and I will call, with some diplomacy, "changing." The latter are those who, until not long ago, demanding a Michael and his punishment for sex crimes unproven, but in these days, are saddened by the death of this American artist. These are the fans that included in the category of "government of double standards."

July Meza Díaz

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One of the things that distinguishes the writer from the simple scribbler, I have understood, is discipline.

and quality.

And, I suppose, a writer should be able to write at will. Set an idea in mind and to produce a text of a uniform quality and have not the goddess of inspiration fixed and established in the mind. And that is achieved through discipline (what is not achieved with discipline?) And those who have a lack of internal discipline as we find that we can not always write, but we have to wait to give us feel like writing. Although

take months.

And today, as you can imagine, I was born to write.

I write.

And I was born that suddenly there are these things that do not necessarily have to transmit to the rest but they just want to put it in writing. Try to materialize with an example. It is as if you just want black and white view your ideas and understand them. Undo the knot. I mean, you have all the ideas crammed in your head and you know they're yours and you get to understand it fully but I would love to see them arranged and forming a uniform and coherent text. That's why you want to write and not because they feel they have to communicate.

Personally I have people who would say something to the hand because, while it reaches the cell is in the pocket, I can communicate easily with those who need. Are all close and are all located. Well be enough, I can - with patience - call everyone and tell them what I think. The benefits of open line. Although now I start to think that I could not call all those who would draw from geographic but what is it that I understand the idea, not that we remove the validity of my conjecture. So if I say something, just say so. Again, it is precisely the desire to communicate what makes me write. It is much more simple.

I've always seen this blog as my notebook. So it matters little if someone follows the account of what I write or what not. Rereading writing nonsense and I find many many things that were written at a time when the trail was lost. And I know that, after three months without writing a knob, possibly this text I just finished reading. And is that here is my next idea.

If you fail to write to communicate anything and if it does not become an essential element in the fact that someone read the letter, it ends up being obvious that I write for myself. A selfish act.

But really selfish? I do not think so. Why, if it was a really selfish act, I would not put him in public or a potentially public. Would rather be one of those napkin compositions are doomed to leave the paper ballot with the consumption of two cafes and a fried egg bread.

ramblings.

And when one starts to wander must be that, among other things, perhaps it no longer desire to continue writing.

say, so to speak.