Manele is a pure form of subculture, wrapped newer as authentic art. And the football that feels deprived of a stadium, whether there is Metallica or Babasha, plays the role of tolerate that does not understand the purifying role of music, writes Cristian Geambașu in an opinion article in Golazo.ro in which he responds to an opinion article by Ciprian Necula, published by Hotnews.
“Manelists against manele. About taste, fear and a stadium that can belong to everyone” is the title of an opinion article by Ciprian Necula, published by Hotnews. The editorial starts from the controversy aroused by the “Festobal” programming, the first manele and trap festival, on the National Arena.
The event, along with the Kapital Neversea (electronic music festival), is temporarily overlapping some important football matches (the Dinamo-FCSB derby, the FCSB parties from the beginning of the European campaign) that they would have disputed there.
Critical, not hysteria. Until we trapanize ourselves
The author induces from the title the idea that those to fight the handle are in secret. And he claims that the imminent Festobal has generated a hysterical reaction in the online environment, which is only a great hypocrisy. If it refers to social networks, which we not all attend, it is possible to be right C. Necula.
In the space of the “urban” press, “respectable”, “white” and “relatively educated” (sympathetic relativization!), To use only a few of the epithets of Mr. Necula, I read enough critical opinions. Not hysteria. No skids.
What is the skid of the title “Arena occupied by the traps?” How was it right and good to have been written? Something like “for a few evenings will the soft sound of the trapanas replace the galler's wrap?”.
As long as the freedom of the word is equal to the right to listen to the manele, the press should not receive lessons on how they should do its job.
“Aesthetic racialization”
The critical press and does not need the blessing of cultural activists for this. In the same white press and snoab (my epithet), “anxious”, dedicated to “aesthetic racialization”, I also read/heard opinions similar to the author of the Hotnews editorial.
According to them, manele are a form like any other culture, only more exotic, more popular. So all the more authentic. As it was once the blues in America, declared as “black music”, then climbed to an inspiratory musical current. What a cunning to make a similarity between manele and blues!
Certificate to identify cocalari?
Some things must be said, so that we no longer stand on the song. Manelets are not a form of popular culture, but one of subculture. Or patented inculturation.
The subcultural message of the manele, from the texts that hate the stupidity, sexism, macism and the urge to delinquency until the manifestations say lascivious choreographic and banknotes (fiscalized winnings, not so!) Which fly from the pockets of the holidays on the foreheads of Tzancă, Everything is an endless parade of bad taste.
In order to identify the coconut, you do not need a certificate of music critic. No literary critic.
About true racism, vulgarity and vaccine against stupid taste
But you must have read some books other than the game or guess. It is good to have listened to some music, preferably not the one at weddings. It's clear, I'm snob. The handles are popular, represent a current that grows like a tsunami, but this does not climb them to the degree of cultural diversity, as Ciprian Necula says.
I believe that you refuse to listen to manele is not a form of elitism of frustrated ones who do not know how to have fun or races who smell that this music is something from the Roma repertoire. By reproducing the manele you vaccinate against the bad taste virus.
But, alas, we have so many anti -vaccinists! And yes, racism is when the Galleries of Dinamo or FCSB chant the miseries to the counterparts in the Rapid Gallery, not when you say that the manele transports in vulgarity. Racial insults to the Roma are part of a shameful, but repeated repertoire, writes Ciprian Necula. Here he is right.
He is no longer right when he wants to convince us that the attitude of hostile to manele (we will be less and less, the author can stay quiet) would be a racist, discriminatory reflex.
The credibility of the struggle for an inclusive society is not greater if the spectrum of racism and persecution on ethnic criteria in a discussion about musical tastes. Or about culture.
Small, mustard, rolls and spit with chateau petrus
“Festobal” is a legal musical event, organized in compliance with all administrative procedures and is treated as an invasion, says Mr. Necula. Correct the statement, less the job with the invasion.
To the extent that the largest stadium in Romania was built mainly to host sporting events (football especially), hosting concerts and festivals of all kinds can be viewed as a kind of invasion. Of course, one necessary to ensure the maintenance and profitability of the arena built from public money. Ours of all.
This was not the idea of the negative reaction of the non -analyzed public at the Manele & Trapan Festival, but to combat a harmful phenomenon, treated as a cultural phenomenon by more and more people in the area of Romanian intelligence.
It seems like a form of hipstereal, to say that you listen to symphonic music, Gothic rock and manele. It's like when you eat small, you laugh and drink chateau petrus made. Or Petruș more Romanian.
Freeway
The stadium belongs to everyone, there is nothing to negotiate here. Yes, anyone has access to culture, but also free road to inculture. The inculturation and functional illiteracy are the source of the chills of some of us in the recent elections. Stay quiet, Mr. Necula, who recommends yourself as a big rocker.
No one (you) forbids your manele. And who loves my heart, to be healthy and in a thick bag. Only that association with poor Roma, amateurs of manele and pushed at the bottom of the intolerant white room is a cheap style figure.
Do you really know what cars drive the “artists” and most of their fans? But what chains do you have around your neck? But what viloaie presents on profile shows? But what inspiring deities are they next to them? Is that this is what the pauperity looks like? Are they the new proletarians?
Do we not find poverty easier (modesty?) Among those snobs who tear as fools when they put their hands on a vinyl from the definitive APE APE of Baby Boomes and story troops?
