Another yet “fun” adventure of going around Lima while people look down on you, and treat you with lack of civility and tact. This happens whenever you try to be straight about life, and ask for permits to go on about your business. However, time and time again we’re proven that the nice never get anything done, and that you gotta be crooked to get what you want. Oh yeah, The Damned Don’t Cry.
The concert is tomorrow, but I’ve had my ticket since it went on sale. I’ve been on the search for a press pass, in order to be able to bring my Nikon D70s and a couple of lenses. I am very well aware that in the last few days, Bjork’s been having problems with cameras in her concerts in Argentina and Chile, and it is only because fans with very little respect keep on flashing their cameras while she performs.
The main reason I wanted to get the press pass was to be able to expand my Concert Photography portfolio. It is not often I go to live music events in Lima, because there are few events I feel inclined to attend to. However, Bjork’s one of them. I’ve paid my ticket, and I feel the right to be able to digitally immortalize my attending her concert. But that’s besides the fanatic point of view.
It is clearly stated in the gigOgraphy:
Observe that there usually is a NO camera policy at these concerts.
Yet, that doesn’t stop fans from bringing their itty bitty cameras and flashing her, or using their cellphones to even record crappy footage. This doesn’t stop them fans, but makes it impossible with others with more than just prosumer cameras to do their business properly.
More often than not (at least in North America), you can approach the venue, and ask for their permission… which they will be more than happy to give, even though they have ever-changing camera policy. So knowing that, I approached the venue – El Vertice del Museo de la Nacion – It was a bitter surprise to know that they had given any right of policy to the promoters of the concert, so I was back again today. And since I’m bitter about how it all ended (read the whole story to know) – I will be pointing fingers and calling names! Because I am a snotty-little-brat, and I’ve got an outlet.
So Bjork.com points me to the venue. The venue – El Vertice del Museo de la Nacion – points me to the promoters… I ended up talking to Guillermo Tarrillo, who was nice enough and pointed me to Hernan Val. I ended up talking to Ricardo Excelmes (or however you spell that last name) who told me nicely enough that it was out of his hands, and that I should talk to Press with Elena Vera. They gave me her number, and I called her. The bitter bombastic blow was given by this woman. I called, and asked if it was her in case I had gotten the wrong number… it was her. So I kindly introduced myself as Amy Wong, and told her I had gotten her number through Mr. Hernan Val and Mr. Ricardo Excelmes (??) and said I was calling to inquire about the press at Bjork’s concert, and she sharply cut me off saying:
I have nothing to do with Bjork.
Well, what else can you add after someone tells you they have nothing to do with what you’re trying to inquire about. I tried saying that Mr. Val and the other man had given me this number, but she kept on babbling. “I have nothing to do with Bjork.”
Though, that would’ve been more believable if she had told me that she didn’t know the people I had mentioned… because that’s what usually happens when you’re not involved in something. You don’t know the people.
Anyway, if you are attending the concert, this is the deal. Because of the issues in Argentina and Chile, I was told any types of camera have been prohibited in the concert, and according to Mr. Ricardo, they will be strict about it because they fear Bjork will walk out of the stage. And as much as I like her as an artist, that would be diva behavior to me. But I’m sure there will be people sneaking cameras in, because that’s what they do…
We’re proven that the nice never get anything done, and that you gotta be crooked to get what you want. Oh yeah, The Damned Don’t Cry.
Rant’s over.
Before there were Power Rangers… my cousins and I (and all Peruvian kids at the time, for that matter) got Liveman. Known by the Japanese (according to imdb, anyway) as Choju Sentai Raibuman – get it? Raibu ~ Live? According to imdb, this show is listed in the year 1988… BUT, it is a Peruvian 90’s treat. At first, we had our three Liveman ~ Red Falcon, Yellow Lion and Blue Dolphin. We had the bad guys, the monsters, our giant robot. My cousin would be more than happy to elaborate on that… and then two more Liveman were added to the bunch, making the magic number FIVE!
Her full name is Bjork Gudmundsdottir but with the precise sense of shortening things, they’d rather call her “China” (Chinese Gal). “I love my China,” says 24-year-old Barbara Garcia Ramos, moderator at the Bjork Peru forums, that gathers local fans of the singer. They confess everything in there: from their unrequited love to the dreams they assure to have, sometimes, with her. They’re young. Most of them between 6 and 10 years of age when the muse began her solo career. The so-called “Bjorkholic” for the chronic musical addiction. Also for the kind of beverages that enlightens their meetings.
