
quinta-feira, 23 de agosto de 2007
Artista da Semana: Divine Comedy

segunda-feira, 13 de agosto de 2007
domingo, 29 de julho de 2007
Peças da minha memória musical
sexta-feira, 27 de julho de 2007
Uma pérola rara
The Veils - "Advice For Young Mothers To Be"
segunda-feira, 28 de maio de 2007
Peças da minha memória musical
Uma das canções que mais ouvia e que me fascinava profundamente, chama-se The Booklovers. Voltei a ouvi-la ontem e decidi partilhá-la com os meus leitores e ouvintes. O vocalista evoca uma série de escritores famosos( a maior parte já desaparecidos) que respondem à sua chamada das formas mais variadas: com saudações, gritos, perguntas, frases cómicas ou relacionadas com as suas vidas e obras literárias.
Isto é fabuloso!
The Booklovers - The Divine Comedy
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"This book deals with epiphenomenalism, which has to do with consciousness as a mere accessory of physiological processes whose presence or absence... makes no difference... whatever are you doing?"
Aphra Benn: Hello
Cervantes: Donkey
Daniel Defoe: To christen the day!
Samuel Richardson: Hello
Henry Fielding: Tittle-tattle Tittle-tattle...
Lawrence Sterne: Hello
Mary Wolstencraft: Vindicated!
Jane Austen: Here I am!
Sir Walter Scott: We're all doomed!
Leo Tolstoy: Yes!
Honoré de Balzac: Oui...
Edgar Allen Poe: Aaaarrrggghhhh!
Charlotte Brontë: Hello...
Emily Brontë: Hello...
Anne Brontë: Hellooo..?
Nikolai Gogol: Vas chi
Gustav Flaubert: Oui
William Makepeace Thackeray: Call me 'William Makepeace Thackeray'
Nathaniel Hawthorne: The letter 'A'
Herman Melville: Ahoy there!
Charles Dickens: London is so beautiful this time of year...
Anthony Trollope: good-good-good-good evening!
Fyodor Dostoevsky: Here come the sleepers...
Mark Twain: I can't even spell 'Mississippi'!
George Eliot: George reads German
Emile Zola: J'accuse
Henry James: Howdy Miss Wharton!
Thomas Hardy: Ooo-arrr!
Joseph Conrad: I'm a bloody boring writer...
Katherine Mansfield: [cough cough]
Edith Wharton: Well hello, Mr James!
DH Lawrence: Never heard of it
EM Forster: Never heard of it!
Happy the man, and happy he alone who in all honesty can call today his own;
He who has life and strength enough to say 'Yesterday's dead & gone - I want to live today'
James Joyce: Hello there!
Virginia Woolf: I'm losing my mind!
Marcel Proust: Je me'en souviens plus
F Scott Fitzgerald: baa bababa baa
Ernest Hemingway: I forgot the....
Hermann Hesse: Oh es ist alle so häßlich
Evelyn Waugh: Whoooaarr!
William Faulkner: Tu connait William Faulkner?
Anaïs Nin: The strand of pearls
Ford Maddox Ford: Any colour, as long as it's black!
Jean-Paul Sartre: Let's go to the dome, Simone!
Simone de Beauvoir: C'est exact present
Albert Camus: The beach... the beach
Franz Kafka: WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!
Thomas Mann: Mam
Graham Greene: Call me 'pinky', lovely
Jack Kerouac: Me car's broken down...
William S Burroughs: Wowwww!
Happy the man, and happy he alone who in all honesty can call today his own;
He who has life and strength enough to say 'Yesterday's dead & gone - I want to live today'
Kingsley Amis: [cough]
Doris Lessing: I hate men!
Vladimir Nabokov: Hello, little girl...
William Golding: Achtung Busby!
JG Ballard: Instrument binnacle
Richard Brautigan: How are you doing?
Milan Kundera: I don't do interviews
Ivy Compton Burnett: Hello...
Paul Theroux: Have a nice day!
Günter Grass: I've found snails!
Gore Vidal: Oh, it makes me mad!
John Updike: Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run...
Kazuro Ishiguro: Ah so, old chap!
Malcolm Bradbury: stroke John Steinbeck, stroke JD Salinger
Iain Banks: Too orangey for crows!
AS Byatt: Nine tenths of the law, you know...
Martin Amis: [burp]
Brett Easton Ellis: Aaaaarrrggghhh!
Umberto Eco: I don't understand this either...
Gabriel Garcia Marquez: Mi casa es su casa
Roddy Doyle: ha ha ha!
Salman Rushdie: Names will live forever...
domingo, 13 de maio de 2007
Artista da semana: Joy Division

Procession moves on, the shouting is over, Praise to the glory of loved ones now gone. Talking aloud as they sit round their tables, Scattering flowers washed down by the rain. Stood by the gate at the foot of the garden, Watching them pass like clouds in the sky, Try to cry out in the heat of the moment, Possessed by a fury that burns from inside. Cry like a child, though these years make me older, With children my time is so wastefully spent, A burden to keep, though their inner communion, Accept like a curse an unlucky deal. Played by the gate at the foot of the garden, My view stretches out from the fence to the wall, No words could explain, no actions determine, Just watching the trees and the leaves as they fall. |
sexta-feira, 6 de abril de 2007
Beth Gibbons & Rustin Man -"Mysteries"
MYSTERIES
God knows how I adore life
sábado, 31 de março de 2007
Badly Drawn Boy - "Pissing the wind"
Um video fabuloso e uma canção deliciosa. Reconhecem a actriz?
PISSING THE WIND
I've been spitting in the wind
I chance a foolish grin
and dribbled on my chin
Now the ground shifts beneath my feet
The faces that I greet never know my name
Just give me something
I'll take nothing
Just give me something
I'll take nothing
Now the drought is crippled by the rain
That hammers on my pain
We lose ourselves again
But all we need
Is to find a place to look
Our worm is on the hook
A love which dangles free
Lets watch it swim
Against the water's flow
In doubt the courage grows
With no guarantee
Just give me something
I'll take nothing
Just give me something
I'll take nothing
And so it goes
The moral to this tale
As tortoise catches the snail
A strong heart will prevail
It keeps on pumping
It still needs something
Just give me something
I'll take nothing
Just give it something
To keep it pumping
And I'll take nothing
Just give me something
The Go-betweens

Hefner -" The Greedy Ugly People "(Live At The BBC)
Uma canção pop irresistível com uma letra sexy e sugestiva. Os Hefner são uma banda inglesa com alguns discos interessantes editados. Elegi esta canção deles como mais uma pérola da música pop. São gostos...e não se discutem...
THE GREEDY UGLY PEOPLE
I had her on the carpet twisting and squirming about,
Trying to guess what she needs,
Trying to guess what the fuss was about.
She had a conscience that surely did need pricking,
I was there for the picking as she would soon find out.
The Greedy Ugly People are not like us,
They don't feel the love that she and I would die without.
I had her on a chair in the middle of the living room,
And then we went to the bedroom, where we were making spoons.
When we went out she started clicking her heels,
She was sticking her chest out, cause she was starting to feel.
Love don't stop no wars, don't stop no cancer,
It stops my heart.
The Smiths - a melhor banda pop dos últimos 50 anos

The Smiths (1984).
Hatful of Hollow (coletânea, 1984).
Meat Is Murder (1985).
The Queen Is Dead (1986).
The World Won't Listen (coletânea, 1987).
Louder Than Bombs (coletânea, 1987).
Strangeways, Here We Come (1987).
Rank (ao vivo, 1988 [1986]).
Best...I (coletânea, 1992).
...Best II (coletânea, 1992).
Singles (coletânea, 1995).
The Very Best of The Smiths (coletânea, 2001).