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This was taken on Broadway, between 102nd and 103rd street
Note: I chose this as my "photo of the day" for May 31, 2015.
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As I wrote a few years ago, in another Flickr set: every spring and every fall, a street fair magically appears along a half-mile stretch of Broadway in our neighborhood. I don't know where the vendors come from, or where they store their booths and supplies; I have visions of them camped in squalid tents somewhere in the wilderness of New Jersey for the rest of the year, anxiously counting the days until they can invade the city once again. As I discovered on a billboard placed on the street at this year's fair, the vendors sneak quietly from one neighborhood to another in the middle of the night throughout the spring and fall, from Manhattan to Queens, Brooklyn, Bronx, and Staten Island.
Anyway, I've dutifully photographed the fairs for the past several years; if you're interested, here's the Flickr collection for the fairs that I've photographed in previous years. It's always the same: colorful, hand-made baskets from Central America, cheap socks, scented candles, specialty soaps, sunglasses, trinkets, and outrageous, profane t-shirts. Booths selling reggae music, discount subscriptions to the New York Times and Daily News, and chiropractors earnestly telling passers-by how they can make anyone's back feel good once again. Volunteer organizations beseeching tourists and residents for donations to some worthy cause, and a few street musicians making a racket with their over-amplified music.
And then there's the food: gyros, sausage, candy apples, souvlaki, corn on the cob (lots of corn on the cob -- it seems liked everyone had one), lemonade, watermelon, French crepes, hot dogs, calzone, funnel cake, zeppoles, shish kebab, pickles, olives, french fries, onion rings, spring rolls, and Thai food. For the past fewyears, we were spared the fried twinkies, deep-fried oreo cookies, another such greasy atrocities....
I had assumed that the whole thing would be "deja vu all over again," which is why I've skipped these fairs for the past couple years. But it’s been a while, and I have to admit that I couldn’t resist it this time: I decided that it wouldn't take too much time to stroll the 10-block stretch of booths just one time. And while the booths and the vendors were basically the same as before, one thing struck me: nearly everyone was eating something. I didn't think the food looked any tastier than before, but perhaps everyone had skipped breakfast ...
Anyway, I took 1,500+ photos by the time I got to 106th Street and back to my starting point at 96th, and ended up with about 15 that looked reasonably interesting...
Mikel Coffee Cafe, Five Dock
Lamb Souvlaki, chip, salad, tzatziki and pita bread with a Greek Coffee.
Souvlaki, from the Greek word souvla meaning 'skewer', is a traditional Greek kebab which is served up around the world as a popular type of fast food. Using succulent wild boar sausages coated in a sweet and sticky prune glaze, perfectly complements the natural richness of the meat. With vibrant charred broccoli and a tzatziki recipe making the perfect cooling side, this is a quick and easy barbecue recipe for a surprise hors d' oeuvre for family and friends!
For this recipe, please go to:
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Poseidon in Giesing; Korfuteller mit Leber, Souvlaki und Dings... (Suzuki?)
Opinel vom Tischgenossen.
Corfu plate with roast liver (that's why I ordered it), souvlaki and souzouki (I think).
Opinel knive from a dear friend who ate with us.
I hardly go to restaurants except with the kids. I was amazed how packed the place was - people queueing in the street on one beautiful evening in Munich.
Opinel handle selfmade...
This was taken on Broadway, between 104th and 105th Streett
(More details later, as time permits)
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As I wrote a few years ago, in another Flickr set: every spring and every fall, a street fair magically appears along a half-mile stretch of Broadway in our neighborhood. I don't know where the vendors come from, or where they store their booths and supplies; I have visions of them camped in squalid tents somewhere in the wilderness of New Jersey for the rest of the year, anxiously counting the days until they can invade the city once again. As I discovered on a billboard placed on the street at this year's fair, the vendors sneak quietly from one neighborhood to another in the middle of the night throughout the spring and fall, from Manhattan to Queens, Brooklyn, Bronx, and Staten Island.
Anyway, I've dutifully photographed the fairs for the past several years; if you're interested, here's the Flickr collection for the fairs that I've photographed in previous years. It's always the same: colorful, hand-made baskets from Central America, cheap socks, scented candles, specialty soaps, sunglasses, trinkets, and outrageous, profane t-shirts. Booths selling reggae music, discount subscriptions to the New York Times and Daily News, and chiropractors earnestly telling passers-by how they can make anyone's back feel good once again. Volunteer organizations beseeching tourists and residents for donations to some worthy cause, and a few street musicians making a racket with their over-amplified music.
And then there's the food: gyros, sausage, candy apples, souvlaki, corn on the cob (lots of corn on the cob -- it seems liked everyone had one), lemonade, watermelon, French crepes, hot dogs, calzone, funnel cake, zeppoles, shish kebab, pickles, olives, french fries, onion rings, spring rolls, and Thai food. For the past fewyears, we were spared the fried twinkies, deep-fried oreo cookies, another such greasy atrocities....
I had assumed that the whole thing would be "deja vu all over again," which is why I've skipped these fairs for the past couple years. But it’s been a while, and I have to admit that I couldn’t resist it this time: I decided that it wouldn't take too much time to stroll the 10-block stretch of booths just one time. And while the booths and the vendors were basically the same as before, one thing struck me: nearly everyone was eating something. I didn't think the food looked any tastier than before, but perhaps everyone had skipped breakfast ...
Anyway, I took 1,500+ photos by the time I got to 106th Street and back to my starting point at 96th, and ended up with about 15 that looked reasonably interesting...
This was taken on Broadway, between 103rd and 104th Street
(More details later, as time permits)
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As I wrote a few years ago, in another Flickr set: every spring and every fall, a street fair magically appears along a half-mile stretch of Broadway in our neighborhood. I don't know where the vendors come from, or where they store their booths and supplies; I have visions of them camped in squalid tents somewhere in the wilderness of New Jersey for the rest of the year, anxiously counting the days until they can invade the city once again. As I discovered on a billboard placed on the street at this year's fair, the vendors sneak quietly from one neighborhood to another in the middle of the night throughout the spring and fall, from Manhattan to Queens, Brooklyn, Bronx, and Staten Island.
Anyway, I've dutifully photographed the fairs for the past several years; if you're interested, here's the Flickr collection for the fairs that I've photographed in previous years. It's always the same: colorful, hand-made baskets from Central America, cheap socks, scented candles, specialty soaps, sunglasses, trinkets, and outrageous, profane t-shirts. Booths selling reggae music, discount subscriptions to the New York Times and Daily News, and chiropractors earnestly telling passers-by how they can make anyone's back feel good once again. Volunteer organizations beseeching tourists and residents for donations to some worthy cause, and a few street musicians making a racket with their over-amplified music.
And then there's the food: gyros, sausage, candy apples, souvlaki, corn on the cob (lots of corn on the cob -- it seems liked everyone had one), lemonade, watermelon, French crepes, hot dogs, calzone, funnel cake, zeppoles, shish kebab, pickles, olives, french fries, onion rings, spring rolls, and Thai food. For the past fewyears, we were spared the fried twinkies, deep-fried oreo cookies, another such greasy atrocities....
I had assumed that the whole thing would be "deja vu all over again," which is why I've skipped these fairs for the past couple years. But it’s been a while, and I have to admit that I couldn’t resist it this time: I decided that it wouldn't take too much time to stroll the 10-block stretch of booths just one time. And while the booths and the vendors were basically the same as before, one thing struck me: nearly everyone was eating something. I didn't think the food looked any tastier than before, but perhaps everyone had skipped breakfast ...
Anyway, I took 1,500+ photos by the time I got to 106th Street and back to my starting point at 96th, and ended up with about 15 that looked reasonably interesting...
This was taken on Broadway, between 97th and 98th Street
(More details later, as time permits)
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As I wrote a few years ago, in another Flickr set: every spring and every fall, a street fair magically appears along a half-mile stretch of Broadway in our neighborhood. I don't know where the vendors come from, or where they store their booths and supplies; I have visions of them camped in squalid tents somewhere in the wilderness of New Jersey for the rest of the year, anxiously counting the days until they can invade the city once again. As I discovered on a billboard placed on the street at this year's fair, the vendors sneak quietly from one neighborhood to another in the middle of the night throughout the spring and fall, from Manhattan to Queens, Brooklyn, Bronx, and Staten Island.
Anyway, I've dutifully photographed the fairs for the past several years; if you're interested, here's the Flickr collection for the fairs that I've photographed in previous years. It's always the same: colorful, hand-made baskets from Central America, cheap socks, scented candles, specialty soaps, sunglasses, trinkets, and outrageous, profane t-shirts. Booths selling reggae music, discount subscriptions to the New York Times and Daily News, and chiropractors earnestly telling passers-by how they can make anyone's back feel good once again. Volunteer organizations beseeching tourists and residents for donations to some worthy cause, and a few street musicians making a racket with their over-amplified music.
And then there's the food: gyros, sausage, candy apples, souvlaki, corn on the cob (lots of corn on the cob -- it seems liked everyone had one), lemonade, watermelon, French crepes, hot dogs, calzone, funnel cake, zeppoles, shish kebab, pickles, olives, french fries, onion rings, spring rolls, and Thai food. For the past fewyears, we were spared the fried twinkies, deep-fried oreo cookies, another such greasy atrocities....
I had assumed that the whole thing would be "deja vu all over again," which is why I've skipped these fairs for the past couple years. But it’s been a while, and I have to admit that I couldn’t resist it this time: I decided that it wouldn't take too much time to stroll the 10-block stretch of booths just one time. And while the booths and the vendors were basically the same as before, one thing struck me: nearly everyone was eating something. I didn't think the food looked any tastier than before, but perhaps everyone had skipped breakfast ...
Anyway, I took 1,500+ photos by the time I got to 106th Street and back to my starting point at 96th, and ended up with about 15 that looked reasonably interesting...
it is late in the evening on one of the many festivals in Ayia Napa.
Packed in the green plastic backs are the "souvlaki" (skewed grilled meet with salad in Greek pitta bread) people buy from the stalls around the square.
On the stage near by musicians and dancers On the stage near by musicians and dancers are performing their acts..
I am Ebenezer Bleezer,
I run BLEEZER'S ICE CREAM STORE,
there are flavors in my freezer
you have never seen before,
twenty-eight divine creations
too delicious to resist,
why not do yourself a favor,
try the flavors on my list:
COCOA MOCHA MACARONI
TAPIOCA SMOKED BALONEY
CHECKERBERRY CHEDDAR CHEW
CHICKEN CHERRY HONEYDEW
TUTTI-FRUTTI STEWED TOMATO
TUNA TACO BAKED POTATO
LOBSTER LITCHI LIMA BEAN
MOZZARELLA MANGOSTEEN
ALMOND HAM MERINGUE SALAMI
YAM ANCHOVY PRUNE PASTRAMI
SASSAFRAS SOUVLAKI HASH
SUKIYAKI SUCCOTASH
BUTTER BRICKLE PEPPER PICKLE
POMEGRANATE PUMPERNICKEL
PEACH PIMENTO PIZZA PLUM
PEANUT PUMPKIN BUBBLEGUM
BROCCOLI BANANA BLUSTER
CHOCOLATE CHOP SUEY CLUSTER
AVOCADO BRUSSELS SPROUT
PERIWINKLE SAUERKRAUT
COTTON CANDY CARROT CUSTARD
CAULIFLOWER COLA MUSTARD
ONION DUMPLING DOUBLE DIP
TURNIP TRUFFLE TRIPLE FLIP
GARLIC GUMBO GRAVY GUAVA
LENTIL LEMON LIVER LAVA
ORANGE OLIVE BAGEL BEET
WATERMELON WAFFLE WHEAT
I am Ebenezer Bleezer,
I run BLEEZER'S ICE CREAM STORE,
taste a flavor from my freezer,
you will surely ask for more.
--Jack Prelutsky
TED: "After me meal at Roula's I went into the village skware to see the Greek dancin' an' lissen to the music. S'difficut to see 'ere, but be'ind me there's peepul dancin' an' 'avin' fun. There's stalls sellin' street food like souvlaki an' donuts an' candy floss, an' evryboddy's 'avin' a great time!
Mum took sum fotos an' a cupple of videos of the nite, so when I've finnished showin' yew my fotos I'll let 'er show yew 'ers. Mite be a day or two..."
Ted's selfie...
[taken during the photo walk with some other members of flickr in Athens. For more photos take a look here]
On our way to Prespa lake in northern Greece, we stopped by at the city of Kastoria and its lake. What a lovely place! Birds at close distance (not that common in Greece....) just at the waterfront near the public parking.
Eating souvlaki at one the many tavernas and watching Pygmy cormorants, Little bitterns, Dalmatian pelcians, Great crested grebes, Coots , Great reed warblers and more doing their daily business just in front of you!
For dinner: sausages from Crete, giros, souvlaki, rice with mushrooms and tzatziki. It can't get more greek
They were serving up tasty treats at the food tent at the Greek Festival in Ville LaSalle at parc des rapides.
This was taken on Broadway, between 103rd and 104th Street street
(More details later, as time permits)
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As I wrote a few years ago, in another Flickr set: every spring and every fall, a street fair magically appears along a half-mile stretch of Broadway in our neighborhood. I don't know where the vendors come from, or where they store their booths and supplies; I have visions of them camped in squalid tents somewhere in the wilderness of New Jersey for the rest of the year, anxiously counting the days until they can invade the city once again. As I discovered on a billboard placed on the street at this year's fair, the vendors sneak quietly from one neighborhood to another in the middle of the night throughout the spring and fall, from Manhattan to Queens, Brooklyn, Bronx, and Staten Island.
Anyway, I've dutifully photographed the fairs for the past several years; if you're interested, here's the Flickr collection for the fairs that I've photographed in previous years. It's always the same: colorful, hand-made baskets from Central America, cheap socks, scented candles, specialty soaps, sunglasses, trinkets, and outrageous, profane t-shirts. Booths selling reggae music, discount subscriptions to the New York Times and Daily News, and chiropractors earnestly telling passers-by how they can make anyone's back feel good once again. Volunteer organizations beseeching tourists and residents for donations to some worthy cause, and a few street musicians making a racket with their over-amplified music.
And then there's the food: gyros, sausage, candy apples, souvlaki, corn on the cob (lots of corn on the cob -- it seems liked everyone had one), lemonade, watermelon, French crepes, hot dogs, calzone, funnel cake, zeppoles, shish kebab, pickles, olives, french fries, onion rings, spring rolls, and Thai food. For the past fewyears, we were spared the fried twinkies, deep-fried oreo cookies, another such greasy atrocities....
I had assumed that the whole thing would be "deja vu all over again," which is why I've skipped these fairs for the past couple years. But it’s been a while, and I have to admit that I couldn’t resist it this time: I decided that it wouldn't take too much time to stroll the 10-block stretch of booths just one time. And while the booths and the vendors were basically the same as before, one thing struck me: nearly everyone was eating something. I didn't think the food looked any tastier than before, but perhaps everyone had skipped breakfast ...
Anyway, I took 1,500+ photos by the time I got to 106th Street and back to my starting point at 96th, and ended up with about 15 that looked reasonably interesting...
They love their dogs on santorini, infact the municipality regularly round up any stray dogs, neuter them to keep the population down, give them rabies jabs, stick a collar on them and then release them back into the community, at least that's what I chose to believe while I was chowing down on the local dish, 'special' souvlaki.
Редакция Pitchfork составила этой осенью очередной список 🔝 лучших альбомов 1990-х, после чего в сети разгорелись нешуточные дебаты (для разнообразия я составил и свой альтернативный список чуть ниже).
The 150 Best Albums of the 1990s @ Pitchfork 2022
1. My Bloody Valentine: Loveless (1991)
2. Lauryn Hill: The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill (1998)
3. Radiohead: OK Computer (1997)
4. Liz Phair: Exile in Guyville (1993)
5. Wu-Tang Clan: Enter The Wu-Tang (36 Chambers) (1993)
6. Björk: Homogenic (1997)
7. Janet Jackson: The Velvet Rope (1997)
8. Hole: Live Through This (1994)
9. A Tribe Called Quest: The Low End Theory (1991)
10. Nirvana: Nevermind (1991)
11. Portishead: Dummy (1994)
12. OutKast: Aquemini (1998)
13. Daft Punk: Homework (1997)
14. The Notorious B.I.G.: Ready to Die (1994)
15. Aaliyah: One in a Million (1996)
16. PJ Harvey: Rid of Me (1993)
17. Erykah Badu: Baduizm (1997)
18. Cocteau Twins: Heaven or Las Vegas (1990)
19. Fiona Apple: When the Pawn… (1999)
20. D’Angelo: Brown Sugar (1995)
21. Silver Jews: American Water (1998)
22. Nas: Illmatic (1994)
23. Elliott Smith: Either/Or (1997)
24. Dr. Dre: The Chronic (1992)
25. Belle and Sebastian: If You’re Feeling Sinister (1996)
26. Boards of Canada: Music Has the Right to Children (1998)
27. Public Enemy: Fear of a Black Planet (1990)
28. Björk: Post (1995)
29. Pavement: Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain (1994)
30. Mos Def: Black on Both Sides (1999)
31. Neutral Milk Hotel: In the Aeroplane Over the Sea (1998)
32. Lucinda Williams: Car Wheels on a Gravel Road (1998)
33. Talk Talk: Laughing Stock (1991)
34. Aphex Twin: Richard D. James Album (1996)
35. The Breeders: Last Splash (1993)
36. Lil’ Kim: Hard Core (1996)
37. Fiona Apple: Tidal (1996)
38. Janet Jackson: janet. (1993)
39. 2Pac: All Eyez on Me (1996)
40. Nine Inch Nails: The Downward Spiral (1994)
41. Raekwon: Only Built 4 Cuban Linx… (1995)
42. TLC: CrazySexyCool (1994)
43. Le Tigre: Le Tigre (1999)
44. Stereolab: Emperor Tomato Ketchup (1996)
45. Destiny’s Child: The Writing’s on the Wall (1999)
46. UGK: Ridin’ Dirty (1996)
47. Sleater-Kinney: Dig Me Out (1997)
48. Fugees: The Score (1996)
49. DJ Shadow: Endtroducing... (1996)
50. Elliott Smith: Elliott Smith (1995)
51. Alanis Morissette: Jagged Little Pill (1995)
52. Sade: Love Deluxe (1992)
53. Aphex Twin: Selected Ambient Works Volume II (1994)
54. Scarface: The Diary (1994)
55. Madonna: Ray of Light (1998)
56. Scott Walker: Tilt (1995)
57. Mobb Deep: The Infamous (1995)
58. Slowdive: Souvlaki (1993)
59. JAY-Z: Reasonable Doubt (1996)
60. Mariah Carey: Butterfly (1997)
61. Massive Attack: Blue Lines (1991)
62. Juvenile: 400 Degreez (1998)
63. R.E.M.: Automatic for the People (1992)
64. Tricky: Maxinquaye (1995)
65. MF DOOM: Operation: Doomsday (1999)
66. Cat Power: Moon Pix (1998)
67. Beastie Boys: Check Your Head (1992)
68. Bob Dylan: Time Out of Mind (1997)
69. GZA: Liquid Swords (1995)
70. Pavement: Slanted and Enchanted (1992)
71. Pulp: Different Class (1995)
72. De La Soul: De La Soul Is Dead (1991)
73. Yo La Tengo: I Can Hear the Heart Beating as One (1997)
74. Missy Elliott: Supa Dupa Fly (1997)
75. Nirvana: In Utero (1993)
76. The KLF: Chill Out (1990)
77. The Roots: Things Fall Apart (1999)
78. The Magnetic Fields: 69 Love Songs (1999)
79. DMX: It’s Dark and Hell Is Hot (1998)
80. Bikini Kill: The C.D. Version of the First Two Records (1994)
81. Radiohead: The Bends (1995)
82. The Chicks: Fly (1999)
83. Slint: Spiderland (1991)
84. OutKast: ATLiens (1996)
85. Godspeed You! Black Emperor: F♯ A♯ ∞ (1997)
86. Spiritualized: Ladies and Gentlemen We Are Floating in Space (1997)
87. DJ Screw: 3 ’N The Mornin’ Part Two (1996)
88. Sonic Youth: Goo (1990)
89. Sonny Sharrock: Ask the Ages (1991)
90. Ghostface Killah: Ironman (1996)
91. Weezer: Weezer (Blue Album) (1994)
92. Autechre: Amber (1994)
93. Beck: Odelay (1996)
94. No Doubt: Tragic Kingdom (1995)
95. Ice Cube: Death Certificate (1991)
96. Primal Scream: Screamadelica (1991)
97. A Tribe Called Quest: Midnight Marauders (1993)
98. Smashing Pumpkins: Siamese Dream (1993)
99. The Flaming Lips: The Soft Bulletin (1999)
100. Jim O’Rourke: Eureka (1999)
101. Built to Spill: Keep It Like a Secret (1999)
102. Wilco: Summerteeth (1999)
103. Air: Moon Safari (1998)
104. Pet Shop Boys: Behaviour (1990)
105. Digable Planets: Blowout Comb (1994)
106. Tortoise: TNT (1998)
107. Smog: Knock Knock (1999)
108. Mary J. Blige: What’s the 411? (1992)
109. Elastica: Elastica (1995)
110. Gang Starr: Moment of Truth (1998)
111. Green Day: Dookie (1994)
112. Selena: Amor Prohibido (1994)
113. The Cranberries: Everybody Else Is Doing It, So Why Can’t We? (1993)
114. The Pharcyde: Bizarre Ride II the Pharcyde (1992)
115. Arthur Russell: Another Thought (1994)
116. Mazzy Star: So Tonight That I Might See (1993)
117. The Notorious B.I.G.: Life After Death (1995)
118. U2: Achtung Baby (1991)
119. Sarah McLachlan: Fumbling Towards Ecstasy (1993)
120. Rage Against the Machine: Rage Against the Machine (1992)
121. Garbage: Garbage (1995)
122. Roni Size / Reprazent: New Forms (1997)
123. Guided by Voices: Bee Thousand (1994)
124. Tori Amos: Little Earthquakes (1992)
125. Modest Mouse: The Lonesome Crowded West (1997)
126. Ol’ Dirty Bastard: Return to the 36 Chambers: The Dirty Version (1995)
127. Sinéad O’Connor: I Do Not Want What I Haven’t Got (1990)
128. Drexciya: Neptune’s Lair (1999)
129. Tom Petty: Wildflowers (1994)
130. Maxwell: Maxwell’s Urban Hang Suite (1996)
131. Prefab Sprout: Jordan: The Comeback (1990)
132. Oval: 94 Diskont (1995)
133. Jonathan Richman: I, Jonathan (1992)
134. Gillian Welch: Revival (1996)
135. Jeff Buckley: Grace (1994)
136. Depeche Mode: Violator (1990)
137. Bone Thugs-N-Harmony: E. 1999 Eternal (1995)
138. American Football: American Football (1999)
139. Toni Braxton: Toni Braxton (1993)
140. Three 6 Mafia: Mystic Stylez (1995)
141. Sparklehorse: Good Morning Spider (1998)
142. Boyz II Men: II (1994)
143. Aimee Mann: Whatever (1993)
144. Iris DeMent: Infamous Angel (1992)
145. Fugazi: Repeater (1990)
146. Boredoms: Super æ (1998)
147. Whitney Houston: The Bodyguard (1992)
148. Soundgarden: Superunknown (1994)
149. Bratmobile: Pottymouth (1993)
150. Salt-N-Pepa: Very Necessary (1993)
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Альтернативный список (мой) 💥
The 150 Best Albums of the 1990s @ deepskyobject 2022
1. My Bloody Valentine: Loveless (1991)
2. Depeche Mode: Violator (1990)
3. Slowdive: Souvlaki (1993)
4. Nirvana: Nevermind (1991)
5. Pulp: Different Class (1995)
6. Cocteau Twins: Heaven or Las Vegas (1990)
7. Stereolab: Emperor Tomato Ketchup (1996)
8. Lush: Spooky (1992)
9. R.E.M.: Automatic for the People (1992)
10. Prodigy: Music for the Jilted Generation (1994)
11. Smashing Pumpkins: Siamese Dream (1993)
12. Blur: Leisure (1991)
13. Sonic Youth: Goo (1990)
14. Portishead: Dummy (1994)
15. Nine Inch Nails: The Downward Spiral (1994)
16. The Verve: A Storm in Heaven (1993)
17. The Cure: Wish (1992)
18. L7: Hungry for Stink (1994)
19. Air: Moon Safari (1998)
20. Mylène Farmer: L'autre... (1991)
21. Yo La Tengo: I Can Hear the Heart Beating as One (1997)
22. Ride: Going Blank Again (1992)
23. Pavement: Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain (1994)
24. Spell [Boyd Rice, Rose McDowall]: Seasons in the Sun (1993)
25. Stereolab: Dots and Loops (1997)
26. Massive Attack: Blue Lines (1991)
27. Talk Talk: Laughing Stock (1991)
28. Sigur Rós: Ágætis byrjun (1999)
29. Mazzy Star: So Tonight That I Might See (1993)
30. Belle and Sebastian: If You’re Feeling Sinister (1996)
31. Low: I Could Live in Hope (1994)
32. Blur: Parklife (1994)
33. Faith & Disease: Beauty and Bitterness (1993)
34. Sorrow [Rose McDowall, Robert Lee]: Under the Yew Possessed (1993)
35. An April March: It Goes Without Saying (1997)
36. The Breeders: Last Splash (1993)
37. Aphex Twin: Selected Ambient Works Volume II (1994)
38. Sonic Youth: Washing Machine (1995)
39. Boards of Canada: Music Has the Right to Children (1998)
40. НОМ: Во имя разума (1996)
41. Chapterhouse: Whirlpool (1991)
42. Faith No More: Angel Dust (1992)
43. Elastica: Elastica (1995)
44. Сплин: Коллекционер Оружия (1996)
45. Orbital: In Sides (1996)
46. Mogwai: Mogwai Young Team (1997)
47. Pale Saints: In Ribbons (1992)
48. Александр Башлачев: Лихо (1994)
49. Alison's Halo: Eyedazzler (1992-1996)
50. Oasis: (What's the Story) Morning Glory? (1995)
51. Malory: Not Here - Not Now (1999)
52. Bardo Pond: Amanita (1996)
53. Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds: The Boatman's Call (1997)
54. Стук бамбука в XI часов: Лёгкое дело холод (1991)
55. Björk: Debut (1993)
56. The Brian Jonestown Massacre: Methodrone (1995)
57. Slowdive: Just for a Day (1991)
58. PJ Harvey: Rid of Me (1993)
59. This Mortal Coil: Blood (1991)
60. БГ: Русский альбом (1992)
61. Drop Nineteens: Delaware (1992)
62. Biosphere: Substrata (1997)
63. Tindersticks: Tindersticks (1993)
64. Seefeel: Quique (1993)
65. Алиса: Шабаш (1991)
66. Burzum: Filosofem (1996)
67. Trance to the Sun: Urchin Tear Soda (1999)
68. Колибри: Манера поведения (1991)
69. Chris and Cosey: Pagan Tango (1991)
70. Кино: Чёрный альбом (1990)
71. Bikini Kill: Pussy Whipped (1993)
72. Slowdive: Pygmalion (1995)
73. Le Tigre: Le Tigre (1999)
74. Curve: Pubic Fruit (1992)
75. Alice in Chains: Dirt (1992)
76. Sonic Youth: Dirty (1992)
77. Prodigy: Experience (1992)
78. His Name Is Alive: Livonia (1990)
79. The Gathering: Mandylion (1995)
80. Godspeed You! Black Emperor: F♯ A♯ ∞ (1997)
81. Depeche Mode: Songs of Faith and Devotion (1993)
82. Autechre: Amber (1994)
83. Babes in Toyland: Fontanelle (1992)
84. This Ascension: Light and Shade (1991)
85. Агата Кристи: Позорная звезда (1993)
86. Steve Reich and Musicians: Music for 18 Musicians (1998)
87. Faith No More: King for a Day... Fool for a Lifetime (1995)
88. Boyd Rice and Friends: Music, Martinis, and Misanthropy (1990)
89. Eliane Radigue: Trilogie de la mort (1998)
90. Windy & Carl: Drawing of Sound (1996)
91. Curve: Doppelgänger (1992)
92. Жанна Агузарова: Русский альбом (1995)
93. Adorable: Against Perfection (1993)
94. Bel Canto: Shimmering, Warm & Bright (1992)
95. Beastie Boys: Check Your Head (1992)
96. Plastica: The Man I Love (1997)
97. The Future Sound of London: Dead Cities (1996)
98. Bowery Electric: Bowery Electric (1995)
99. Coil: Love's Secret Domain (1991)
100. Radiohead: OK Computer (1997)
101. Manic Street Preachers: The Holy Bible (1994)
102. Red House Painters: Rollercoaster (1993)
103. Swans: Soundtracks for the Blind (1996)
104. Orbital: Brown Album (1993)
105. The Future Sound of London: Lifeforms (1994)
106. Huun-Huur-Tu: The Orphan's Lament (1994)
107. Erykah Badu: Baduizm (1997)
108. Primal Scream: Screamadelica (1991)
109. Flying Saucer Attack: Further (1994)
110. НОМ: Брутто (1991)
111. Spiritualized: Ladies and Gentlemen We Are Floating in Space (1997)
112. Swervedriver: Mezcal Head (1993)
113. DJ Shadow: Endtroducing... (1996)
114. Aphex Twin: Richard D. James Album (1996)
115. Underworld: Dubnobasswithmyheadman (1994)
116. Beck: Odelay (1996)
117. Opus III: Mind Fruit (1992)
118. Alanis Morissette: Jagged Little Pill (1995)
119. Daft Punk: Homework (1997)
120. Егор и О*невшие: Сто лет одиночества (1993)
121. Cranes: Loved (1994)
122. Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds: Let Love In (1994)
123. My Dying Bride: The Angel and the Dark River (1995)
124. НОМ: К чортям собачьим (1993)
125. Slint: Spiderland (1991)
126. PJ Harvey: Is This Desire? (1998)
127. Звуки Му: Транснадежность (1991)
128. Opeth: Still Life (1999)
129. Catherine Wheel: Chrome (1993)
130. Massive Attack: Mezzanine (1998)
131. ДДТ: Актриса Весна (1992)
132. Duster: Stratosphere (1998)
133. Oval: 94 Diskont (1995)
134. Danzig: Danzig II: Lucifuge (1990)
135. Король и шут: Будь как дома, путник (1994)
136. Enya: Shepherd Moons (1991)
137. НОМ: Euro (1997)
138. Sleater-Kinney: Dig Me Out (1997)
139. Faith and the Muse: Elyria (1994)
140. Ulver: Bergtatt: Et eeventyr i 5 capitler (1995)
141. Sinéad O’Connor: I Do Not Want What I Haven’t Got (1990)
142. Внезапный сыч: Короче ты понял (1990)
143. Soundgarden: Superunknown (1994)
144. The Flaming Lips: The Soft Bulletin (1999)
145. The KLF: Chill Out (1990)
146. The Cranberries: Everybody Else Is Doing It, So Why Can’t We? (1993)
147. Дельфин: Глубина резкости (1999)
148. No Doubt: Tragic Kingdom (1995)
149. Garbage: Garbage (1995)
150. Mayhem: De mysteriis dom Sathanas (1994)
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Treinstel 5529/6529 heeft de eindbestemming in Loutraki (Eleftheriou Venizelou) bereikt, na een korte rit over het straatspoor. De verbinding met de rest van het meterspoornet op de Pelopponesos was de aftakking in Istmos, 6 kilometer van Loutraki. In 1991 werd de verbinding weer hersteld na een sluiting in de jaren zestig, maar door de geplande ombouw naar normaalspoor ligt de treindienst weer stil.
(OSE 6529 B'2 + 2'B' dh Hellenic Shipyard 1991)
Finally, my first cat photo taken on Ikaria!
Eating souvlaki in the night in Karavostamo, watched intensively by this cat. July 2018. (PMZ9799)
The Zeibekiko, as means of expression for the feelings of a real man, has its own unwritten rules. A Greek “man’s honor is written on his forehead”, people used to say. A clear forehead, i.e. name, was everything. In 99% of the cases, the clear forehead was attached to a narrow minded head thought.
In the conservative society being a honorable man is often translated with being extremely possessive towards women and enjoy the absolute respect by other men. Symbolically speaking, every zeibekiko dancer is “a unique warrior and a proud hawk”. And a bird has to follow the unwritten laws both in society and in nature.
I have picked up two characteristic examples of a “man’s insulted honor“, while someone is dancing the Zeibekiko. Both examples have been etched in two outstanding Greek films legendary in the local movie industry. Both films are authentic in performance and in catching dramaturgically the zeibekiko subculture and etiquette, the subtle balance of a male’s code of honor in the conservative working class of the Greek society of the 70′s.
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Nikos KOEMTZIS everyday is selling his 'biography-memoirs book' at the Monastiraki plaza opposite of the Mpairaktaris souvlaki-restaurant ( near the Monastiraki metro of Athens station ) signing on the first page .... The profile of the famous greek criminal through the eye of a camera, the lyrics of a song and his autobiography ...
"Nikos, what have you done?"
(lyric from the song "To makry zeibekiko gia ton Niko" by D. Savopoulos)
Outside the “Evelpidon” Criminal and Civil court of Athens, during the week, and at the flea market in Monastiraki on weekends, an old man, dressed always in brown or black, and wearing a Russian hat, sells his biography...
He is Nikos Koemtzis. He has killed three people and stabbed seven more, all because he wanted to dance to a song he had "ordered" from the musicians. He killed for a "Parangelia" (an order for a song).
He transferred the story of his life to a book - "To makry (Long) zeibekiko [1]”. Dionysis Savvopoulos (a famous Greek singer-songwriter) read the book and turned it into a song. Pavlos Tassios (a well known Greek director) heard the song and made a film. Today Nikos Koemtzis, his past behind him, sells his story to make a living.
But let us take start at the beginning…
Nikos was a petty, small-time criminal, born in a poverty-stricken part of Pieriaa and persecuted from a young age for his left-wing political beliefs. His wanderings in a time of poverty and political persecution in Greece lead him to Thessaloniki , where he held various jobs, before moving on to Athens. He flirts with the underworld and illegality and goes to prison for the first time in 1967-68.
The actors Antonis Kafetzopoulos and George Kotanidis in a scene from the film of Pavlos Tassios "Parangelia”
In February 1973, during the dictatorship in Greece- and having just been released – he goes to a live-music nightclub (the bouzouki hall "Neraida"), with his younger brother Demosthenes and some friends. Demosthenes makes an order for a song to the orchestra; he requests a zeibekiko, a dance meant to be performed by one person, and gets up to dance. An "unwritten rule" of the times was that only the patron who made the order could dance. Three police officers, however, who were at the nightclub, and knew very well whose brother was dancing – interfere during his performance by dancing simultaneously. There is an altercation, and the police officers start beating Demosthenes. "It is an order (parangelia)!" shouted an incensed Nikos; who drew his stiletto: 3 policemen killed and 7 others wounded... He was sentenced to death and spent years awaiting execution ( he was on death row for 3 years). Eventually Koemtzis will be sentenced for life and in 1996 he was granted a grace. He remained in prison for 23 years.
"To makry (Long) zeibekiko [1]" - The book
In prison he starts to read and learn to write. Nikos Koemtzis started, using his limited vocabulary to record his life-story in order to give material to his lawyer for his defense in court. His prose has a genuine "popular" flavour - without exaggeration, and his narration brings to mind the famous Greek general Makriyannis [4].
He describes his life as a child. A story of great poverty, possibly the worst that could be experienced in an already damaged post-War provincial economy of Greece at the time. Nikos Koemtzis presents himself as a contemporary ‘Oliver Twist’ – although he almost certainly had never read the book by Charles Dickens! His father was declared a communist because he had taken to the mountains with the (Communist) EAM-ELAS brigades. In 1945 the "gendarmes" savagely beat Nikos’ father in front of the children, as well as their grandfather, a handicap from the war of 1913. Since then, Nikos Koemtzis detested anyone in a uniform, as he says himself. His father enters prison as a political prisoner during the Civil War and after his release the large family lives constantly on the move; persecuted "from village to village”, doing agricultural work to earn their livelihood.
Poverty leads him to Thessaloniki where he spends his adolescence doing various jobs (he writes that because he was "sharp” and a “hustler", he managed to become the best "grocer" in the market). Later, in 1958, he descends to the capital. He is engaged but the engagement is dissolved because of police harassment troubles his fiancée’s respectable family, and because he won’t accept becoming a police ‘snitch’.
His employer does not pay his wages; Koemtzis “sues” him (he probably meant a law suit), yet the court case is constantly deferred. Koemtzis faces a lot of problems; he is forced to rob the man and is sent to prison. There he is subjected to physical and psychological torture (let us not forget this occurred during the period of dictatorship), and just a few years later, his case will serve the most apt confirmation of the motto that "violence breeds violence”.
In the second part of the book Nikos Koemtzis first describes his pre-trial incarceration in the Korydallos Prison Complex in Athens, and his meeting with his brother and a friend, who had also fallen ‘victim’ to the fatal stabbing. Koemtzis’ health is very poor; he has difficulty walking from the bullets shot into his legs by the police during his arrest; it was thought that he would remain disabled for life. He asks his companions to recall the events of that evening, because he himself does not remember anything. In this way he reconstructs the "accident" (as he calls it) of that night:
"... a thousand thoughts were spinning through my mind. I was looking for a solution to restore the wrong thing I had done ... I suffered terribly and tried desperately to pick out a picture of the massacre, and I could not. And even now I cannot, even though I still struggle to... It seems that whilst I was sowing death, mindlessly, like a robot, I was occupied by the demon or the beast that nests inside me...».
And here begins his description of prison and the penal system in general (in a time not so long ago): "In prison you meet all types of characters, the sensitive ones and the numbed ones. Most of the sensitive ones search to find a lifeline. The numbed ones have resigned themselves to a hopeless existence, spending their days engaged with sinister intent. They are like animals, and most of them look to turning any youngster dropped into prison for the first time, like them: immoral and depraved, with no respect for human dignity. In a word, they are pimps, snitches, paedophiles; they carry all the evil of the world upon them.
That is why the Ministry of Justice should not keep recidivist offenders and first-timers together...".
In his book "To makry zeibekiko” (it is the title of autobiography; a zeibekiko he never danced, yet one that lasted for so many years), Nick Koemtzis continues with his account of the trial. The media portray him as a bloodthirsty beast, and thereafter take to baptizing any dangerous criminals as "Koemtzides". We, once again (personal experiences in the courts aside), discern the distance between the real facts and that was claimed during the hearing. His plea, where he assumes full responsibility for the crimes, makes an impression on the court...
Perhaps the most shocking part of the book is his description of life as a condemned man in the "house of pain" (the prison) at Halicarnassus in Crete [5]. Koemtzis is detained in solitary confinement; a filthy, living grave. His only contact is with his jailers and occasional prisoner-snitches, put into adjacent cells by the police to "check his behavior." He waits day after day for his execution (One day an abbot came to visit – as he saw the priests he thought his time had come). In Greece΄s dictatorship at the time, there was no recognition or importance assigned to “death row phenomenon / syndrome”: the intense anxiety and fear experienced by the subject; the laborious, time consuming procedure that comprises (according to the subsequent ruling of the ECHR - see Soering vs UK), inhumane and degrading treatment that contravenes directive 3 of the ECHR. In any case, the political resolve had already been made: whilst the ECHR had been ratified by Greek country under Law 2329 of 1953, during the 1967 - 1974 dictatorship (when the trial and conviction of Nikos Koemtzis took place), the country withdrew from the Council of Europe in order to forestall its impending dismissal, and in doing so ceased to be a member of the ECHR. After the restoration of democracy, Greece re-ratified the ECHR under legislative decree 53/1974 and rejoined the Council of Europe (see St. Matthias, C. Ktistakis, L. Stavritis, K. Stefanakis; The Protection of Human Rights in Europe; Athens Bar Association , Athens; 2006, p.26 – in Greek)
In his cell, he writes poems, the only way to ward off insanity. He tries to imprint on paper his countless thoughts ... The most dramatic is the scene where he removed alone a bullet from his leg that had been left there since his arrest (the prison doctor did not pay him any attention!)
The book closes with a spare epilogue: "... In March 1977 three wardens announced to me that I had been spared death, saying: "The state has been compassionate. Now it is up to you to become better." I replied that I could only become worse, not better. Finally, the Ministry of Justice ordered my transfer from prison in Heraklion, Crete, to a worst prison (a hell prison) in Corfu. I was in hell from July 21, 1976 to 1982. ..
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... I was released on March 29, 1996”.
The approach for reviewing this work lies somewhere between artistic and criminological criticism. The criminological value of the book is indisputable. The study of a criminal autobiography – a practice adopted by the ecological Chicago School - can lead us to valuable conclusions about the reasoning and importance given in the perpetrator’s own words when describing his actions, and in observing the moral code he follows. The analysis of criminological phenomena through the eyes of the offender may help practitioners to analyze and propose improved prevention policies. In addition, through the study of this autobiography we uncover - page by page - a materializing of the theories of social reaction based on the "self-fulfilling prophecy" of the label or stereotype (see K. D. Spinellis; Criminology, Contemporary and Past Directions; 2nd edition; Sakkoulas Publications, Athens-Komotini; 2005, pp.275-278 – in Greek), and the importance of social responsibility involved in the creation of the offender, through the process of passage à l ΄acte.
Epilogue
Nikos Koemtzis killed and served the sentence imposed on him by the State for those crimes. Any attempt at glorifying the perpetrators of such crimes falls on deaf ears, even if this man’s story has inspired art. Perhaps then, should we come into contact with such works, we should be considering questions of how one is born a criminal and possibly what social responsibility applies in these cases. So whilst the offender is “disciplined” in serving his sentence, so should society be concerned when one of its own rejects it by resorting to crime. And whilst the above works were reviewed as primarily cultural artifacts, there can be no doubt their usefulness to criminological analysis, with much to offer towards the development of a social dialogue, an understanding of the criminal phenomenon and ultimately towards its prevention.
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