sábado, 30 de julio de 2011

Invitación- Hachazos, la nueva película de Andres Di Tella


HACHAZOS de Andrés Di Tella

Biografía experimental del Cineasta Experimental Claudio Caldini
domingo 7 de agosto 18hs MALBA entrada $18
Y el miércoles 10 
Ricardo Piglia  presenta de Hachazos --el libro-- editado por Caja Negra y Perfomace de Caldini y Di Tella- 
Imperdible!!!!
19hs- Gratis - en Fundación Telefónica Arenales 1540 

el voto virus del espacio exterior, Fabián Casas







Ricardo Fort- ‘A mí me gusta el menemismo, el champagne y las fiestas, ese fue el mejor gobierno’, dice ante el estupor del notero. Increíble. Porque en este país parece que el Menemismo fue un virus que vino del espacio exterior y para el que por suerte conseguimos el antídoto del progresismo.”

Escritura Creativa

 El 9 de agosto empiezo un taller de 8 clases- Martes de 18 a 20-  CCRRojas- Los espero-

viernes, 29 de julio de 2011

en un ratito 22 hs Confesionario Radio! Paula Maffía, Fabián Casas, Margarita García Roballo, Daniel Veronese, Alejandro Tantanián

Confesionario Radio Viernes 29 de Julio de 22 a 24hs
para escuchar en vivo CLICK


 Paula Maffía
 Fabián Casas
Margarita García Robayo
 Daniel Veronese sobre Los hijos se han dormido
Alejandro Tantanián sobre Tim Etchells (postcard) y todo Panorama Sur-

Los hijos se han dormido!! veronese sobre chejov ta noche en confes radio

Los hijos se han dormido
versión de La Gaviota
x Daniel Veronese

ta noche en Confesionario Radio

the future will be confusing- mañana tantanian en confes radio sobre tim etchells y panorama sur

Mañana en Confesionario Radio,  Alejandro Tantanian nos cuenta todo sobre Panorama Sur y uno de sus brillantes invitados Tim Etchells-

jueves, 28 de julio de 2011

Mañana! en Confesionario Radio Fabián Casas



Era uno de esos días en que todo sale bien.
Había limpiado la casa y escrito
dos o tres poemas que me gustaban.
No pedía más.

Entonces salí al pasillo para tirar la basura
y detrás de mí, por una correntada,
la puerta se cerró.
Quedé sin llaves y a oscuras
sintiendo las voces de mis vecinos
a través de sus puertas.
Es transitorio, me dije;
pero así también podría ser la muerte:
un pasillo oscuro,
una puerta cerrada con la llave adentro
la basura en la mano. 

Barbie nunca aprenderá!

Barbie trabajadora
niña activa
Sirena marioneta
 siesta!

miércoles, 27 de julio de 2011

Confesionario Escuela

jueves 1 - viernes 2 y sábado 3 
toda la verdad sobre la escuela en
Confesionario, Especial Escuela- 
Tres encuentros en el homenaje a Sarmiento
CCRRojas- 20 hs-

martes, 26 de julio de 2011

La vida color de whisky

Este viernes Paula Maffía en Confesionario Radio será nuestra dj y confesada de la noche



lunes, 25 de julio de 2011

Chipi Castillo, audio en Confesionario Radio

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Ahora sí, Victoria Socialista en Santa Fe! Conmigo no, Feinmann!

Después de 45 minutos en los que la televisión decía que ganaba Del Sel, nos enteramos de la buena nueva!
Una felicitación especial a Stolbizer y Donda que se bancaron la intensión de humillación de Feinmann que los quería dejar en ridículo al preguntarles sobre su victoria y luego decir, eso no es lo que muestra la realidad y hacerlas pasar un mal momento con el contador abajo indicando la ventaja de Del Sel-  Por suerte ambas mujeres mantuvieron la calma y se refirieron a los tres puntos con los que podían aventajar haciendo la salvedad que podía oscilar entre un punto o dos-


domingo, 24 de julio de 2011

Audio de la muy grosa Diana Maffía en Confesionario Radio

Diana Maffía sobre la prohibición del rubro 59-
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The Diva and Her Demons


The Diva and Her Demons: Rolling Stone's 2007 Amy Winehouse Cover Story

In love and on top of the charts, all Winehouse had to do was survive both

By JENNY ELISCU
JULY 23, 2011 2:36 PM ET
Amy Winehouse
Photograph by Max Vadukul for RollingStone.com
Alongside the world's tallest free-standing tower, one of the world's tiniest pop stars is crouched next to a garbage pail, collecting a pile of eyeliner pencils and mascara tubes between her hands. While Amy Winehouse wanders the courtyard of Toronto's 1,815-foot CN Tower in search of a plastic bag to hold her cosmetics, the man who was her fiancé on that May but who would be her husband five days later smokes a cigarette from my pack and looks bored. Blake Fielder-Civil — or "Baby," as Winehouse calls him, in an array of inflections that strains imagination — gestures toward the trash can. Her soda spilled inside her fake Louis, he says, pointing at the beaten-up mock Lois Vuitton purse atop the rubbish. "She had that bag for ages."
In the universe of a twenty-three-year-old, "ages" is as relative as age is. Winehouse might say she's been singing for ages, though it's been less than a decade. Or that she's been in love with her Baby for ages, though it's been only a couple of years, with a span of months off in between. Or that the scars that cover her left forearm come from wounds she inflicted on herself ages ago, though they look considerably fresher than that. She might say any of those things, if she said much of anything at all.
During those months when Winehouse and her Baby were not together — among the things she will not say, even upon prolonged consultation with Fielder-Civil, is how many months it was — Winehouse wrote an album's worth of heartbroken songs that has made her famous at home in the U.K. and increasingly so here in the States. Back to Black, a stylized collection of R&B throwbacks that sound like a British hip-hop brat's interpretation of Sixties Motown soul in the best possible way, gave Winehouse the highest-charting U.S. debut ever by a British female. Prince has taken to covering her "Love Is a Losing Game" and suggested that she join him onstage during his upcoming 21 Nights in London Tour. The Arctic Monkeys have added their own version of "You Know I'm No Good" into their set, and rap's top MCs are also fawning over Winehouse: Jay-Z appears on a new remix of her hit single "Rehab," Snoop Dogg has proclaimed his fanhood and Ghostface Killah was wowed enough by "You Know I'm No Good" that he rhymes over the track on his albumMore Fish.
Those who have only heard her voice express shock upon seeing the body that produces it: The sultry, crackly, world-weary howl that sounds like the ghost of Sarah Vaughn comes from a pint-size Jewish girl from North London, world-weary though she may be. In Toronto, she is attired in the nearest thing she's got to a uniform: Rizzo from the neck up, Kenickie from the neck down. She's wearing her ubiquitous ratty beehive atop a thick mane of dark waves, oversize candy-cane plastic earrings and her black eyeliner drawn into exaggerated Cleopatra swooshes. Her exceptionally thin frame fails to fill out her pencil-straight black jeans, but she wears her black wifebeater nice and snug, and her arms display an assortment of old-school pinup-girl tattoos, some with their tits hanging out, others — like the one with "Cynthia" inked next to it — in coquettish Fifties garb. Winehouse has also become notorious for allegedly drunken public appearances, including one time in January when she ran offstage during a performance to barf. At an awards show in the U.K. last fall, she heckled Bono during his acceptance speech with "Shut up! I don't give a fuck!" And on the popular British game show Never Mind the Buzzcocks, she was visibly inebriated enough that host Simon Amstell joked, "This isn't even a pop quiz show, it's an intervention." Then there are her album's frequent references to booze, weed and blow — most notably "Rehab," which narrates how her former management company, run by American Idol and Spice Girls mastermind Simon Fuller, tried to make her go to rehab, but, oh, you know what happened next.