Todas las fotografías tomadas el 6 de julio de 2017 en scannerFM, El Raval, Barcelona, España. Gracias a El Rubio, Javi García, Reyes Torío, Goyo Prados, Jordi Nacenta, Rosabel Gutiérrez, Andrea Moreno, Philissa Williams, Alicia Rodríguez, Jose Velasco, Carlota García, Alfred Crespo y, sobretodo, a Carlos Medina y Mónica Hidalgo de scannerFM, por hacer algo tan bueno y difícil, y a Tori Sparks, que si fuera sólo un poco más talentosa de lo que ya es, estaría en la Casa Blanca presidiendo su país en lugar de en Barcelona haciéndonos felices.
"Yes'm,"
The Misfit said as if he agreed. "Jesus shown everything off balance. It
was the same case with Him as with me except He hadn't committed any crime and
they could prove I had committed one because they had the papers on me. Of
course," he said, "they never shown me my papers. That's why I sign
myself now. I said long ago, you get you a signature and sign everything you do
and keep a copy of it. Then you'll know what you done and you can hold up the
crime to the punishment and see do they match and in the end you'll have
something to prove you ain't been treated right. I call myself The
Misfit," he said, "because I can't make what all I done wrong fit
what all I gone through in punishment."
There was a piercing scream from the woods, followed closely by a pistol
report. "Does it seem right to you, lady, that one is punished a heap and
another ain’t punished at all?"
"Jesus!" the old lady cried. "You've got good blood! I know
you wouldn't shoot a lady! I know you come from nice people! Pray! Jesus, you
ought not to shoot a lady. I'll give you all the money I've got!"
"Lady,"
The Misfit said, looking beyond her far into the woods, "there never was a
body that give the undertaker a tip."
There were two more pistol reports and the grandmother raised her head
like a parched old turkey hen crying for water and called, "Bailey Boy,
Bailey Boy!" as if her heart would break.
"Jesus was the only One that ever raised the dead," The Misfit
continued, "and He shouldn't have done it. He shown everything off
balance. If He did what He said, then it's nothing for you to do but throw away
everything and follow Him, and if He didn't, then it's nothing for you to do
but enjoy the few minutes you got left the best way you can, by killing
somebody or burning down his house or doing some other meanness to him. No
pleasure but meanness," he said, and his voice had become almost a snarl.
Excerpt
from A Good Man Is Hard to Find, by
Flannery O'Connor
All pictures taken at Hamburger
DOM (Hamburg, Germany) between 18th and 20th March 2016. Inspired by Tom Waits'Blood Money (2002),
the play written by Georg Büchner he wrote the album for, Woyzeck,
and A Good Man Is Hard to Find (1955), Flannery
O'Connor's short story that titled its last song.
Good bye to a little man who, at least for
the last 30 years, could only run a competition in bigness with himself. His
stilettos were so high above us that we could not even see him at times. Sleep
well Prince, your Texas blow dry and most-awkward-love-scene-ever in Purple
Rain (1984) will haunt me for ever, butlet's go crazy.
