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Vizaslutz
Oh man, what a day! I woke up in Berlin at 4.30am, flew to Copenhagen, transferred, and flew to Moscow, only to find that my visa doesn't start until tomorrow! How could I have been so stupid as not to notice something so basic!
'You have a problem,' said the heavily accented vizaslutz at Moscow airport, looking sluttily at my visa. I call them vizaslutz because it sounds like a Russian word. (Say it with a really dark 'L'.) And that's exactly what they were: sexy in a cheap porno nazi fantasy way, about twenty of them all dressed in OTT sex-nazi uniforms with ties, stilettos, epaulettes with gold chevrons, really short skirts, stockings and way too much mascara and lipstick, all mincing around their shabby 70s air terminal really loving their nazi power and cutting everybody dead with their low rent Robert Palmer video sex appeal.
The vizaslutz wouldn't listen when I pleaded with them to let me stay in the airport just watching them strut and jackboot around until midnight. They bundled me straight back onto the same plane I arrived on. I was almost weeping. I must have had all of 30 minutes in Moscow. Just time enough to catch some videos of 80s Michael Jackson (rolled up red leather sleeves!) and poodle metal on the vizaslutz' rawkviddy TV. Then it was back to clean, crisp, postmodern Copenhagen, a transfer, and back to Berlin.
Don't worry, the Russian concerts are still happening. Tomorrow I get up very early, fly to Munich, transfer, and fly to Moscow again. I'll be driven straight to the sound check, do some interviews, and perform at the Caviar Lounge as advertised. Not even vizaslutz can stop me this time.
'You have a problem,' said the heavily accented vizaslutz at Moscow airport, looking sluttily at my visa. I call them vizaslutz because it sounds like a Russian word. (Say it with a really dark 'L'.) And that's exactly what they were: sexy in a cheap porno nazi fantasy way, about twenty of them all dressed in OTT sex-nazi uniforms with ties, stilettos, epaulettes with gold chevrons, really short skirts, stockings and way too much mascara and lipstick, all mincing around their shabby 70s air terminal really loving their nazi power and cutting everybody dead with their low rent Robert Palmer video sex appeal.
The vizaslutz wouldn't listen when I pleaded with them to let me stay in the airport just watching them strut and jackboot around until midnight. They bundled me straight back onto the same plane I arrived on. I was almost weeping. I must have had all of 30 minutes in Moscow. Just time enough to catch some videos of 80s Michael Jackson (rolled up red leather sleeves!) and poodle metal on the vizaslutz' rawkviddy TV. Then it was back to clean, crisp, postmodern Copenhagen, a transfer, and back to Berlin.
Don't worry, the Russian concerts are still happening. Tomorrow I get up very early, fly to Munich, transfer, and fly to Moscow again. I'll be driven straight to the sound check, do some interviews, and perform at the Caviar Lounge as advertised. Not even vizaslutz can stop me this time.
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Thanks for adding me back, BTW. I don't think I've actually taken time to say hello yet!
Vizaslutz victim #2
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oh ouch
un
(Anonymous) 2004-03-18 03:55 pm (UTC)(link)cheers,mario
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Wednesday, March 17th, 2004 05:18 pm
In reply to Wednesday, March 10th, 2004
Up the children, homosexuals and foreigners! I.E the opposite of being WHITE MIDDLE CLASS and BRITISH. Which for all your flirting with homosexuality and nationality you will always be. There is no escaping that - for all you empathy or play. Its a simulation. And as Baudrillard said (another white, middle class, european) 'Simulation is the lowest form of magic'.
As for questioning Industrial music, fine.
The trouble with what you are saying is that the whole 'Momus' thing is based on consumerism. Tarted up as 'cottage' industry - just like a lot of Japanese consumerism. Fake folk. Fake plastic trees. Digi-paks and reissues.
Like the Beastie Boys Grand Royale - capitalists just like daddy but a bit more 'pop'.
CRAFT vs INDUSTRY
Craft is very fashionable at the momment. All very William Morris - soft edged socialism.
Industry is corporate - Sending kids up chimneys. Exploitation of the masses type stuff.
"Real" folk music i.e immigrant music, or underclass music reeks of poverty because it is made by people who have no choices, stylistically or otherwise. This is why its funny to mock. Like the kids at school who smelt of piss.
That isn't in your folk music because you are "rich". The world is your playground, you can reject your boundaries because you have disposable cash. Or rather you are 'time' rich - most people make money but don't have the time to be in galleries, drinking coffee in Old Street so on. You website is about the Momus lifestyle.
Metropolis - is a future where the rich play and the underclass do all the real work.
"It's all Hieronymous Bosch to me". OK fine, but its not to me. Its more like GOYA or Passolini's SALO or DE SADE. Its about power and control. The ability to control your identity and not be bullied by people with more power than you. The abused becomes the abuser (Israel).
Japan isn't exactly the utopia its cracked up to be. No country is. By the way this list is full of the most unquestioning sheep I have ever met. Ooohh yes momus I like totally agree!!!!
Love,
Sam <<
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When I read Momus's account of his cosmopolitan bohemian coach-class jet-set lifestyle, I get a glimpse of an imaginary utopia where urban grown-up life is everything I thought it would be when I was a disaffected suburban teenager. Suburbs and hipster cafe districts may both be privileged enclaves, but at least one has style and intelligence.
Darling!
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"system"... which i find boring, offensive etc etc etc. I would like to see a Momus a few shades more to the functioning for the people angle, the return to Scotland to lift up his people and that... bringing the inspiration of world travel back to those that do not do so... of course, they'd call him a loony. But wouldn't that be more interesting, more good, more just? Why, it brings back those ancient questions and answers about art and modern people and commodity and culture. etc etc. And, if you ask me, the element truly missing is SOUL. The connection. The Time. (Jungle Love)
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Don't come back to Scotland. It's a shithole.
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russian listener
I'm planning to go to your concert tomorrow and I'm discovering you are here! Wonderful.
Welcome to Russia, don't mind that fuckin' airport control.
Waitin' for your show.
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:)
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But, you know, despite all that, Moscow is a lovely city. Well, good luck with your consetrs!
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Then they took me to the cashier's and had me pay 40 monthly salaries of a custom's officer (again, I panicked, but that turned out to total to some $70). When I got out there was noone waiting for me because they thought I was sent back. It all worked out though. I guess they don't take money anymore:)
Good luck!
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it seems that the same thing is happenning to every foreign musician here.
go on and ask nikki sudden...
but, man, don't let it spoil your impression because there's a bunch of crazies
who waited for you for a long time.
we'll give you the cause to love russia.
cheer up!
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before entering russia
(Anonymous) 2004-03-19 01:24 am (UTC)(link)sorry to hear that..
actually it's wierd because now they can issue a transit visa for three days right in the airport, so they could have been a bit more ... human, I guess.
although the Germans are not any nicer. they might ban you from entering the Schengen states for 5 years if you stayed 1 day longer than the visa allows you to. I've heard awful stories
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because momus is a delicacy.
momus cute.
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(Anonymous) 2004-04-17 07:27 am (UTC)(link)