Computer Age

There are many people who think that 80 years of the past century were the last truly happy in the history of mankind. It is curious to think that many of those who think they were children at that time, no other concerns to be taken not to split the chrism on the streets of a whack and pass examinations with as little effort as possible. Spain mattered little that the industrial mandase every day hundreds of workers into the street and they stop fucking with since neither mattered much to the Cold War, living moments of tension not seen since the early 60s, threatens to each new day "on the last day." For children 90 years were hard, with the passage from childhood to adolescence and what that means (the first and gourds platonic love to go with the guy more gilipollas possible ill-rolls with those friends who said, first experiences as a slave in a pattern shylock curro garbage ...). The turn of the century would not improve things, many of these people suffer the rigors of globalization, and being forced to eat and drink their urine land to pay the mortgage for 10,000 years, signed happy to enjoy some of chamizo thirty meters square (if it), while praying for not losing their jobs outsourced to a contract or a multinational corporation, these "to ensure the welfare and quality of life of citizens." With such a bleak picture, it is not surprising that these people miss least 80 ...

On the contrary, many people believed, and not without reason, that resides in the 80 seeds all ills political, social and cultural factors that currently afflict our society. Were years of savage economic liberalism that led Ronald Reagan and his acolytes, summed up his entire philosophy in four words: all the pasta. A slogan that perfectly understood the winners of the social ladder then yuppies unscrupulous sharks bag and prepared to sell his mother for a moldy tascucio menu. The smell of rotten shit exudate by that nasty atmosphere infected andalusia culture and could not be otherwise, leading to some art forms, as in other social and political practices original then, eventually contributing to make the world what it is today: a pair of three zurullo. Examples exist kicked in music, techno-pop and Italo Dance are at the root of the current and tide Bakala reaggetronera to camp at ease by the lists of sales and thousands of tiny brain gorreros, while in Spain, the so-called "Movida Madrileña" is the mother of the stinking and Hispanic unbearably pedantic gafapastismo today.

In the film things have been very different: the huge success of Jaws and Star Wars in the late'70s, supported by policies of distribution and marketing absolutely revolutionary for its time, opened the eyes of dozens of wasps producers eager to easy wealth. To this must be added the fact that the film business was by then on the decline by the force of the fledgling TV and home video which, coupled with the rampant economic crisis then motivate the public to mature and pulling with outstanding debts to pay preferred to stay home apoltronando neurons on a couch. Imposing a change of scenery, so we decided to park the film roll "metaphysical" and rebel filmmakers committed to something more than the ticket office (Bogdanovich, Coppola and Cimino, for example) and turn to the public more willing to empty their pockets a weekend: the young. This would explain the boom of the "film palomitero" lived in the 80s, films designed to park your brain at the box office and left gnomes, sorry for the poor and that is all the fucking bullshit life you've already got a daily routine. All I want is to forget everything for two hours, dammit, and where the aunt who lets me hand in the film, the better. This philosophy film "designed for young people has remained to this day (and corrected, God free, plus) and there is more to see the billboard of any commercial cinema today awash with titles designed to make money the peloceniceros as quickly as possible, regardless of the films in question appear to be a video clip and its script is the work of someone suspected of suffering from schizoid embolism by getting a ton of "pirulas" every Saturday night.

It is true that not everything in the 80s was bad, culturally speaking: no techno-pop we would have lost the magic of Yazoo or early Depeche Mode. Without the influence of Italo Dance we had not enjoyed the fun never psicotronismo groups like Modern Talking trash and its derivatives. The "Movida" was mostly composed of a kind of niñatos pijos to be fit to play rebels supported by money from dad, but interesting music out there (Nacha Pop, Los Secretos or unjustly forgotten Tino Casal) film (part Almodovar's first, not all, eye) and other arts (Costus).

Given all this, one wonders why such a fever for the 80 who has lived in recent years, materialized in radio repeat over and over again the same MP3 Mike Oldfield and various TV series dedicated trash sell the bike in what fashion it was cool and everything. While some aspects of living things were better then, no one can say that 80 is the "Paradise Lost" which many imagine to remember your childhood or your preteen when his only concern was to avoid being caught in class with the "chop." The nostalgia is positive, but the nostalgia-free "because it, because any time past was better," based on the absolute ignorance of the times and circumstances, may even be dangerous. For myself I love the Spectrum and I like to remember from time to time when I spent the evening exchanging cassette tapes full of games with friends, but do not give up and look to the future, the same last night, andalusia finish dinner, I spent a while in front of the PC with murdering bugs and listening groups Painkiller Demo Project. And I enjoyed it as a dwarf, hear. The problem is that there has always been and there will be sheep Now it seems that people are tired of thinking about the hand happy Paloma Chamorro or David Summers, business and marketing geniuses that are being supported in its crosshairs those who, in early 90s, fought with mom because they did not let out into the street with his pants in tatters as idolatrada Kurt Cobain. In 2007, forty years of the birth of the "master of grunchi" and to think I'm saying nonsense to remain attentive to the streets and the mass media "... If those who will never change, man.