terça-feira, 27 de março de 2018

'Chicago', de Glenn Head


"There was a time in this country when art was dangerous, when music was varied and independent, when people were still people and not the quite plastic lock step frightened little consumers they've been incubated to be. Starting band was as easy as learning three chords. Going on tour was as easy as climbing in a van. Hosting a show as easy as opening your garage door. There was such a diversity of underground scenes, niche genres of music, an underground voice of fanzines, and libraries of independent comics. It was easy to get lost in the riptide of fervor and emotion and ideas. People fighting against social systems, governments mating with corporations, or neo-racism. There were hundreds of outlets, venues, college radio stations, indy bookstores, record labels, distributors, and an entire culture of hands to help raise the barn. They raised each other up in the name of honesty, accountability, anarchy, social justice, chaos, and shunned the toxic lust for money. Oh, how long ago it seems. Glenn Head takes you right back to that time and place. His work is cut from the fabric of his being with a rusty straight razor, he knows that you can’t be open and exposed without a little blood. His honesty is nearly unappreciated in a culture built on lies and social Darwinism, but is as vital and necessary to remind us of the freedoms we lost in the past two decades as anything penned by Orwell. His work is a wail of freedom; not the bumper sticker shrink wrapped kind that always falls out of the mouth of millionaire politicians, but the freedom that comes only when you have sacrificed everything.” 

Johnny ‘Thief’ Di Donna ('Vulture'; Sep. 2015)

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