Elections… ? Huh!!! Bullshit…

As a country, where you can’t express your complains anywhere else than independent media and social networks I’ll share with you few thoughts of mine… About this quasi-elections in Armenia… Here… :)

We’ll have our Parliamentary elections on May 6, 2012… Well, they should be parliamentary elections, but I guess these elections are more alike circus than elections…

I’m not gonna tell you about absurd pre-election campaigns, about crazy tells the candidates were telling their potential voters, the Utopian dreams and promises they were giving to the left and to the right, the incredible increases they were planning for our economy, the diplomatic renaissance they would bring to Armenia etc… :)

I’ll just tell you about the last few (being more exact 3) days before the D-Day…

So, let’s start with a small introduction:
Of course, all the candidates and parties left their main pre-election meetings and gatherings to these last days… The most important, critical, decision making days… So, you can just imagine what a hurly-burly is now in the capital of Armenia… Yerevan… There are thousands of policemen, hundreds of police cars and hundreds of groups of people walking in the streets with stupid faces…

And now let’s get to the main topics… The meetings… The gatherings…
First of all, I’d like to tell you about the places of the gatherings…
The place… Why they’ve chosen the most center, important and business oriented places to hold their meetings? Can you imagine what stress is this for Yerevan traffic which already extremely suffers because of brainless and incompetent drivers… ? The main Republic Square, Freedom Square, Mashtots Avenue, Sayat Nova street, Abovyan street, Amiryan street, Nalbandyan street, Zakiyan street, Khorenatsi street, Tumanyan street… All these main, important and crowded streets are blocked for already two days… Nobody can drive or walk through these streets… There are no parking places available even if you live in one of these streets… The downtown is completely paralyzed…
I couldn’t park my car for almost an hour and a half by myself… Then, after parking it hell knows where, I had to walk under the rain to my office to finish my working day…
Republic Square looks like the worst restaurant with low-quality shitty music playing so loudly, that all the business offices and business centers next to Republic Square have to try to concentrate and work under this noise…

Freedom Square: well, things are a little bit better here… People have possibility to sit with comfort in the cafes around and listen to their favorite “candidate”…

Charles Aznavour Square at Moscow Cinema: saying in one word – terrible!!! From one side there is noise from Freedom Square gathering, from the other side there’s noise from Republic Square… You can imagine how should the “candidate” shout so that the voters would be able to hear… :)

But the most impact from these gatherings is spread on the simple people living around the mentioned streets… People who would have to listen and see all this stir these days…

Unfortunately I don’t have any visual material at the moment, but I promise to update this post with visuals if I manage to take some photos…
The only thing I can share with you, is a funny demotivator created by me :)
The City Changes…
with elections…

This much for the moment…

And of course, culmination:
I HATE THESE ELECTIONS… !!!

Սոուշլ-ա-Ցավ…

էս վերջերս նոր հայկական “մոդա” եմ նկատել…

ինչ-որ սաղ սկսել են նոր ու շատ “միստիկ” գործով զբաղվել: “Սոուշլ Մարքեթինգ“…
Մեկը լինի հարցնի` էդ որնա է?
Սոուշլ Մեդիա` լսել էինք…
Ինտերնետ Մարքեթինգ` լսել էինք…
Բայց էդ սոուշլ մարքեթինգը, որ սաղ սկսել են դրանով զբաղվել` էդ որնա է?

Մեկ էլ չեմ ջոգում ոնցա լինում, որ Հայաստանի նման փոքր ու սակավաթիվ ինտերնետ օգտատերերով երկրում էտքան մեծա առցանց “փրոմոուշն“-ի պահանջարկը…

Մի խոսքով, ոնց հասկանում եմ, հիմա ստեղ նենց վիճակա, որ ամեն “անձ” ով մի կերպ հաջողացրելա մի 3-4 տեղ գրանցվելա (ֆեսյբուք, թուիթեր, լինքդին ու դրանց նման մի քանի տեղ…)` իրան հայտարարումա “մարքեթինգ սփեշըլիսթ”… ու էն էլ ֆաքին սոուշլ մարքեթինգ սփեշըլիսթ… )))

Ստեն ասել` լսել են հարՍՆիք ա… չգիտեն որԴԵա…
Ասա գնացեք մի քիչ կարդացեք… սովորեք… ինքնակրթվեք… որ աջ-ու-ձախ ամբախ-զամբախ դուրս չտաք…

էսքանը… պրծ… :)

something deep n new from the Storytellers…

Hey everyone! :)

Hope you missed some new stuff from me. This time it’s purely about music. I wanna tell you a lil bit more about my friends The Storytellers: the newest, very much talented and high-tasted representatives of Armenian Electronic Music production, Armenian DJs.

Firstly I’d like to present you their very fresh and cool composition called “A deeper Dream”. And, of course, secondly I’d like to tell you a lil bit about them, their biography and some stuff they like themselves.

So, let’s start with the new masterpiece by them. You can play the new stuff from just below or visit their official Facebook page or visit their official SoundCloud page or even follow them on Twitter.

A lil bit about them … About the project… About The Storytellers
Storytelling is the conveying of events in words, images and sounds. Stories or narratives have been shared in every culture as a means of entertainment, education, cultural preservation and in order to instill moral values.

Biography
They are the first generation of the newly independent Armenia. They were kids when the war started, and the stories were being told in whisper. They faced the drastic shortage of electricity, so that the stories were being told in the dark. Two boys, Garik and David, were born in different families in Yerevan. They grew up carrying their own stories inside and unlocking those to the horizon. They grew up becoming the Storytellers.
It was a noisy club, where Garik and David met first back in 2009. Ever since then they have realized they shared the same story, and there the Music came.
It has been more than two years they walk into the studio every day and leave late at night, when the city looks empty but it doesn’t sound so. At night Yerevan is being filled with the tender sounds of true joy and naked pain.
Storytellers is into life with its precious. The music comes from the soul, so if you turn it on you may touch the invisible.

A lil bit about some artist who they are fond of…
Our lovely Storytellers are very much fond of such Electronic Music masters as Stimming, H.o.s.h. , Solomun, Martin Buttrich, Highgrade Disharmonic Orchestra, Tom CLark, Todd Bodine, Dachshund, MIhai Popoviciu, Rodriguez Jr., Tale and some other are…

Hope u’ll be interested in these talented guys and will surely check what they are for on mentioned resources… :)

P.S.
So, in the end I’ve only one small thing to add… If u wanna contact these guys, use any means mentioned above or send the direct email at: storytellers01@gmail.com

funny conversation…

A short and very funny conversation (in my opinion funny one) between me and one of the most important persons in my life…
We were talking on general topics when our conversation hit the politics… We started discussing different leaders and then…

She: Actually I’d be a dictator if I were a leader/president…
Me: For example like whom?
She: Well, like Putin or Sarkosy….
Me: What do you think, which leader I’d be alike if I were a leader/president? (have to mention that I knew her answer beforehand… )
She: Silvio Berlusconi… :)
Me: Knew you’d say that… :P

Laughter… Curtain… The End… )))

some points which surprised and which will surprise me…

As you might know there’s pretty complicated situation in one of Yerevan parks, Mashtots Park… The situation is because of some “boutiques” which the government let to build there… Let me tell you the whole situation from the beginning in two words…

When our “lovely” mayor adopted the rule forbidding the “boutique” cabs at one of the oldest and most beautiful streets in Yerevan, our citizens were simply delighted with this activity… Everybody started talking about how good, effective and patriotic are our mayor’s activities…

Then suddenly the same person, our mayor, accepted the request to re-build the same “boutique” cabs in another part of our city, not less central, not less beautiful and not less beloved by citizens… Mashtots Park on Mashtots avenue… Let’s say one of the most important avenues in our capital… Just besides Maternity Hospital after Margaryan… A park near a huge residential area where most probably people should walk, play with their children, have rest and relax…

What will they see now? Meters of glass and stones? “Trendy” clothes and accessories watching them out of the “cold” showcases? What will their children ask when passing by this 21st century disease? “Dad, can I have those pants/t-shirt/jacket/hat?” “Sorry, baby, this is not for us…. This is for some “high” level jackasses…”
Is this what we want? Is this what THEY want for us? Is this what we deserve or what we expect from people who initially “should” be chosen by us… I guess… I guess what I guess :) that’s mine… Make your own conclusions…

And… Yes… 2 more points in the end…

1. I’m surprised with the fact that the “mayor” really ignores the people who are still fighting against this injustice… You’d see young people standing and singing for hours just in the park when it was -10 -15… (I’ll add some photos below /made by me/)

2. I guess this is the mainest (I know that there’s no such word in English, but it would most describe this part…) point of this post…. So… I’ll be even more surprised if there will be people who will shop from that quasi-boutiques if they are finally built…

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And I say that I wont rest my head until Hell is your home…

this is dedicated to each person who longs being ma hater… )))
just don’t stay calm… don’t feel safe in this case… ;)

You didn’t stop to look round
You were gone before I hit the ground
You went on your way
And no prayer was said
Ah, you left me for dead
You didn’t cover my face
I didn’t merit a communal grave
You set me aside
And no tears were shed
You left me for dead
And I say I wont stop, no, till hell is your home
There’s nowhere to hide, no, nowhere
You’ll feel the cold of my gun at your head
Ah, you left me for dead
And its not like you stayed by my side or you called me a priest
You searched through my mouth to check for gold teeth
You were pawning my shoes as I bled
You left me for, left me for, left me for dead
You kept on taking your time
Until it was certain I couldn’t survive
Judas remained, you turned and fled
Ah, You left me for dead
And it didn’t trouble your mind
It did not disturb you to see me decline
You turned out my lights
You put me to bed
Ah, you left me for dead
And I say that I wont rest my head until Hell is your home
You’ll think that you’re safe, but oh no
You’ll feel the cold of my gun hit your head
Ah, you left me for dead
And you didn’t stay close to me, didn’t stay by my side
I was choking in blood as delight filled your eyes
You’re going to burn for each word that was said
Cause you left me for, left me for, left me for dead
But I don’t want to search no more
There’s nowhere to hide
So why don’t you come quietly, my love
I wanted to say, to say that you sure proved the death of me
cause Now Ive reached a dead end
And I cant go back
But if I’m going down then you’ll come with me
You didn’t stop to look round
You were gone before I hit the ground
You went on your way
And no prayer was said
Ah, you left me for dead
Cause you didn’t cover my face
I didn’t merit a communal grave
You set me aside
And no tears were shed
You left me for dead