Recovered Photos

Montanita (Ecuador)

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Bogotá (Colombia)

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La Piedra (Colombia)

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Patagonia (Argentina)

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Barrio Chino (Buenos Aires)

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Bariloche (Argentina)

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El Bolson (Argentina)

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Puerto Varas (Chile)

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Medellín (Colombia)

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Solento (Colombia)

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Music In South America

It too me a long time to figure out exactly my place in South America and with only one week of my journey left, Ive been sifting through double fistfuls of memories for consistent narratives. Music has for years been a a central interest and communicating through ordered sound feels more natural than trying to do so verbally.

During high school and college I’ve attempted brief forays into projecting my own brand of noise publicly and never achieved much in terms of consistency of sound, band mates, or venues. Ive played gypsy punk, hipster noise, weird boring indie stuff and more jam sessions than I can possible name. Over the past few years I’ve moved further away from guitar and focused on the banjo and turned my cheap beer electric sensibilities into a shot of bluegrass and whiskey.

Heres some photos with various groups of people and events that I’ve played.

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Some Art Parties

Buenos Aires is famous for its art scene. This was one party I went to in the Palermo which was an interpretive dance around a massive Mao head.

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The was yet another art party happening just next door for a photo release party. Free wine, Italian food, and live music.

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A Few Photos From Valparaiso

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What I Do In Buenos Aires – Ni Una Menos

Justice has issues all over the world, thats a given. In Buenos Aires I have had the overwhelming impression that the people here generally are disillusioned and have very little faith in the prevailing structures, but that doesn’t stop them from striking out and against systemic oppression and government negligence. Earlier this week I went to a rally in Plaza Congresso. A plaza with beautiful monuments walled of by high metal fences and funnily enough, two blocks away from my old house.

On a typical day it would be filled with a combination of those more athletically inclined, people on PDA (public displays of affection) filled dates, and a constant number houseless people. On the night of the rally it was more akin to a music festival with large groups playing drums, dancing around, and buying street food. While there was an overall lightheartedness to the event, it was impossible to not be confronted and educated for the reasons behind this massive (200,000 people) gathering.

Argentina has had laws in place against femicide for a number of years dictating a mandatory life sentence. While the rally in general was concerned with the terrible treatment of women in general, the killing of women with relative impunity was by far the strongest issue. As I walked around I felt both the similarity and the strangeness of the setting. In many way it mirrored the rallies I’ve attended back in the states. The people wore familiar flannels and wielded a both signs and drums alike, but the vividness of  having 30 people putting their red painted hands up to my face while screaming “stop the murder of women” was more confrontational and uncomfortable than I am used to…

and thats a good thing.  This rally opened my eyes and was a visceral experience. From the wall of pictures of the women killed to the silent parents standing still with pleading eyes. The power of having this many people in one place shouting for change against a regime they many believe doesn’t listen actually left me hopeful.

The next day I read some english media covering (al jazeera, bbc, yahoo) the event and some said that President Christina led the event. From my understanding, this is completely false and was organized primarily over facebook (yay social media). The majority of people I’ve talked to while living here hold nothing but contempt for the current president, and from my independent research those opinions seem well founded. Living here has shown the vast incongruences between the situation and its appearance to the english speaking world.

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What I Do In Buenos Aires – Organic Market

While at times the city can feel suffocating, with the buildings blocking out the fading warmth of the sun and corners all looking nearly the same, there are pockets that defy the main street expectations of the humdrum kioskos, and parillas on stuck on  repeat.

The organic market is a hideaway compelling and complete unto itself. The vendors have a swath of organic, vegan, and locally sourced foods generally laid out on atheistically pleasing cloth and hearty wooden tables. The building itself is repurposed like the space around it. Here the city noise fades and families sit down for a saludable meal while sipping on fresh juices and craft beer. Dogs and kids run alike between bees and rosemary a moment apart from Buenos Aires life.

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What I Do In Buenos Aires – Asado in Pink

So one Saturday I headed over to my bud Alvar’s house outside of Buenos Aires for an asado. In the simplest terms, an asado is the Argentine equivalent of the American BBQ and is a stable part of local culture (and mouth watering flavor).

To start, a group of my friends and I had planned on meeting up near Plaza Italia to make the long trek together. This involved me waking up around 9ish to take the Subte (subway). Theres a stop three blocks away from my house under the highway and at night it looks like a perfect setting for the Warriors. DSCN0379 DSCN0380

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I got to Plaza Italia only a minute after our specified time. For reasons unknown I was nominated and voted team captain and my only demand was that everyone wore pink. 11406195_10206562003270023_9055503326259328705_oDSCN0385

Josh and Sophia both were there on time. I grabbed a coffee and a late breakfast and after waiting around for a good 45 minutes we decided to ditch Eric and take the bus. He found us seconds after this photo was taken. There was quite a long line for the bus and when we tried to get on we discovered that Sophia and I didn’t have the 19 pesos ($1.50) needed for the ride. Much to our embarrassment, we had to walk to the Subte station to refill them while Eric and Josh continued on. On our second attempt (after another long line wait) my card was once again declined for reasons that are still unknown, but luckily Sophia had enough for the both of us and we were off.

The time passed quickly since we both took naps and after asking for some directions, we got off in Office Park.

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On the 20 minute walk, we passed a kids soccer game and three different cute dogs eating garbage

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Accomplishing the final stretch into Highland Park was a little more difficult. Alvar lives in a gated community and this one had security as tight as any airport I’ve seen. Guarded by a small army wielding shotguns, we were asked for our passports (which neither of us had brought). Just as we were about to try and call Alvear again, our two lost companions rolled by in a Remis (a national car call service). We hopped into the back and rolled through the front gate.

Here is La Casa de Alvar complete with a pool turned pond.

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Next up was the journey for the food. Alvar’s community is supposedly filled with corrupt officials and contained more than 700 families. The houses ranged from classical to post modern with the larger ones being indicative of deeper levels of corruption. We passed by a gym, restaurant, tennis courts, and a plethora of cameras.

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Back at the house the preparations began. We were equiped with vegetables, beer, and 18 chorizos and we ready to get started.

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My old roommate Nikki showed up coming straight from a soccer game. She illegally plays for UBA and has some forged student papers. (shhhhhhh)

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Back on the bus!

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