Sunday, June 13, 2010
Vuvuzelas can suck it
So far this World Cup, I've watched four games and have enjoyed the soccer for the most part (Uruguay v France was awful). The South Koreans and Germans showed some great skills during their matches. The US v England was fun to watch even though the US goal was weak weak weak and Rooney didn't get many chances. The part of the tournament that needs to die though is the vuvuzela. Holy shit is it annoying. If they want to have those things blaring when South Africa plays, whatever, but when I'm watching every other team, I don't want to hear them. I want the roar of the crowd. I want the Brits chanting and singing. I don't want it to sound like a massive swarm of bees is descending on the field. We all knew they would be a problem after watching the Confederations Cup and I'm all for seeing the local culture, but FIFA needs to step in and take them away.
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YOU TOO! I also thought that sounded like a massive swarm of insects that attacks Australian farms. I did not go so far to think that that same swarm could not take the pain of seeing their country-men getting pulped and therefore was about to attack the Germans.
I need the roar, the vocal energy and the madness of the crowd.
And yes, Uruguay v France was bad and awful. We need to stay away from Ram.
Let us all Americans start a massive rally to the South African embassy/consulate/mission and let them know of our serious displeasure with their trumpets/mindless trumpeteers (that may not be a word, but I will call them just that).
Enjoy the early morning Netherlands V Denmark. Let us find a place other than the Ram.
i met fronte at the BW3s downtown for the US v England game and it was much better.
Here is a vuvezela poetry by Binoy Barman:
Vuvuzela trumpets
The drone goes on, ceaseless, careless, bo…bo…
As if giant swarms of bees sing together
To celebrate the football season
Without rhyme or reason
Without variation
Vuvuzela trumpets rage on
To spill over TV screen
To utter boredom of viewers
With no view of rescuers nearby
In every nook and corner of the world
The sky is bent with heavy tune
Sun-burnt dust cries for rain in vain
Cheers of audience fall flat on gallery
Referee’s whistle melts into air
Players’ eardrums blasted with monotone
What do the trumpets say?
We do not understand
May be they have no meaning at all
They are done for fun
While the ball runs on green thrill
There is no sign of weariness
No sign of stop
Are the blows mind-blowing?
Mindless
Gilded carnival turns wild defying rhythm
God bless
The shot for goal is lost in African wilderness.
Binoy Barman
Fronte,
The last name should be Burman.
I am not sure why the guy is spelling Barman! May be thinks of himself as a great liquor host.
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