sábado, julho 30, 2005

Devaneio

Há uns anos atrás (foda-se como o tempo voa) trabalhei num hipermercado. Conheci verdadeiras "personagens"; uma delas era o Rei (sobrenome verdadeiro(assentava-lhe como uma luva(era imponente, um autêntico armário com voz cavernosa ))).
A sua personagem tinha duas punch lines:
- Só me apetece cobrir!!! e
- Amigos tive dois, um enrabei, o outro fugiu!!!
O mais fantástico, é que esta "figura"embora grotesca para alguns, possuia (possui) um coração de oiro(nem sempre é assim, mas este tinha). Defendeu - me várias vezes ao pé do nosso chefe dos(as) "escovas".
- O rapaz trabalha!!! - dizia ele.
Mas isto da mnemónica... a" voz cavernosa" trouxe me à memória uma música do Zeca.


O Avô Cavernoso


O avô cavernoso
Instituiu a chuva
Ratificou a demora
Persignou-se
Ninguém o chora agora
Perfumou-se
Vinte mil léguas de virgens vieram
Inutéis e despidas
Flores de malva
E a boina bem segura
Sobre a calva
Ao avô cavernoso quem viu a tonsura?
E a tenda dos milagres e a privada?
Na tenda que foi nítida conjura
As flores de malva murcham devagar
Devagar
Até que se ouvem gritos, matinadas


you are: elephant man
Which David Lynch movie are you?
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you are tiger army! you are a kick ass american
psychobilly band! people give you shit, but its
only cuz you kick ass!
what psychobilly band are you?
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If i was a serial killer i would be Ted Bundy.

In the early to mid 1970s Ted Bundy would murder over 30 young women. Most were attacked while walking in parks, found later to have been raped and strangled to death, but sometimes Bundy would go as far as breaking into their houses as they slept and beating them to death with a crow bar.



After being caught and convicted of the murders, Bundy accepted prison, acquired a new name and started his killing spree all over again. Soon after, Bundy was caught, but not before taking the lives of 3 more women.



Almost all of Bundy's victims were young white girls with long dark hair parted down the middle, all were raped, beaten and sodomized.


kill count: 30+

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You're Mead!


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You Belong in 1954



1954





If you scored...

1950 - 1959: You're fun loving, romantic, and more than a little innocent. See you at the drive in!

1960 - 1969: You are a free spirit with a huge heart. Love, peace, and happiness rule - oh, and drugs too.

1970 - 1979: Bold and brash, you take life by the horns. Whether you're partying or protesting, you give it your all!

1980 - 1989: Wild, over the top, and just a little bit cheesy. You're colorful at night - and successful during the day.

1990 - 1999: With you anything goes! You're grunge one day, ghetto fabulous the next. It's all good!


sexta-feira, julho 29, 2005

What's your Porn name???

Find out here:

http://biphome.spray.se/pash/pornalizer/
(copy/paste)

Pandora: - Seargent Sexy

Legendary Stardust Cowboy



The following autobiography was written by The Ledge in 1969 to accompany the release of his second single, "I Took A Trip."

"MY LIFE"

by: The Legendary Stardust Cowboy

In the following paragraphs I tell the story of my life and about music.

On Broadway, on Friday, September 5, 1947, Norman Odam was born in Lubbock, Texas. I went to church every Sunday as I grew up on Flint Avenue just south of town in the cottonfields. Looking back as I grew up in the cottonfields, it reminds me of the song, "Cottonfields." When I was six years old I did not start school because I was not ready. Instead, I was sent to kindergarten in order for the teacher to get me to talk. It took her six months to get me to talk. At this age I used to look at the moon and told myself that some day man will go to the moon. I would like to go to Mars instead of the moon. When I was seven years old I was walking down the street after school and told myself that some day I was going to be famous. How, when, or where, I did not know, but I knew that some day I was going to be famous.

I started the first grade when I was seven. The first six years of my schooling taught me how to write poetry and little stories. When I enterd the seventh grade at the age of 13, I soon found myself wanting to be very popular.

There were many of my fellow students my age that were popular in one way or another and I was determined not to be on the second seat. I knew that I could not hold an office or anything like that. All of the time I was fighting and striving to be looked up to and be popular for something outstanding. So I took the song, "Cottonfields" and put new words to it which I called "Peach Orchards." That was the first song I ever wrote.

Later on, I was sitting in my backyard thinking about cowboys and stardust in outer space. I put them together and came up with Stardust Cowboy. After that I added legendary which means that I am a legend in my own time.

When I was 14 I started doing Rebel yells and Indian whoops because I am part Shawnee. I taught myself to do bird calls and jungle sounds with my mouth. So I am the first to do it.

My second song is called "The Ballad of the Legendary Stardust Cowboy." The third song is called "My Beautiful Dream." My latest song is called "Take a Train to Santa Fe." About this same time I was writing short stories,

I did more singing around school. I figured that by singing I was able to attract all the girls but I attracted all the boys instead. This same time I was learning a lot of western songs. When I was 15 and in ninth grade I entered a talent contest and did some jokes, danced, and sang two songs. In 15 minutes I became the most popular student in Junior High. Everybody knew me but I did not know everybody. The audience reception was tremendous.

Chet Atkins insprired me to learn to play the guitar and I prayed to learn how to play one. A few months later I had the opportunity to learn how to play the guitar. My folks wished I would learn to sing with the guitar but I wanted to play like Chet Atkins. Later on, I started singing Johnny Cash and Buck Owens' music with the guitar along with Elvis Presley's music.

My favorite type of girl is a blue-eyed blond. I like blondes because I have blond hair. A blue-eyed blond is the most beautiful thing in the whole universe besides the stars in the night sky. If I had the opportunity, I would kiss every blue eyed blond in the world.

Along with this, I kept up with the space program and studied it while writing songs about space and rockets. I have written more space songs than anybody.

When I was sixteen in high school I did not accomplish very much. I then learned to play the drums, bugle, kazoo, harmonica, buffalo horn, and the rubboard. When I turned 17 in the eleventh grade, I entertained before school to 500 people on the patio, tennis court, auditorium steps, teachers' parking lot, and in the halls and barracks. Boys threw money and candy at me while the girls cried because they treated me that way. I also entertained for fraternaties at Texas Tech, Dairy Queen, Hi-Di-Ho Drive-In, Char King, many houses, and made some recordings. For seven weeks I sang in the parking lot of the Music Box, a teen-age nightclub, to a crowd of teenagers. One girl would run her fingers through my hair while I looked into her eyes and I sang, "Last Kiss". I became the most popular student in my junior and senior years in high school.

When I graduated from high school, I put away my guitar and quit writing songs for one year while I was majoring in electronics technology in college. For three months I thought about writing a wild song that would captivate everybody. So, one day I sat down and wrote "Paralyzed" which I recorded for a talent contest at a radio station. I made the top ten and had a lot of requests for it on the radio as well as at parties. Then, I tried to get it on record because I knew I could make big money on It.

One night while I was still 19 years old, I got paid for entertaining at the Elks Lodge. I just then turned professional. I got paid for singing in most places.

Then I was lonely and I was jealous of all the other guys because they had a girl and I did not. As I walked down the street I sang romance songs to myself. I spent many a night calling girls in dorms at Texas Tech to get a date. A lot of them never hear of me and thought the Legendary Stardust Cowboy was a character that did not exist. I tried and thought up all kinds of ways. One night I walked three miles in a freezing rain to Hulen Hall to see a girl. She was on one side of the hall and I was on the other and we missed each other. Here I was, 21 years old, and still never had a date. Whenever I get on more TV shows and have more records out, then I will be successful in getting my first date.

A lot of times I prayed to God to help me record a record so that some day I can record Gospel records. A year ago I was working in a factory from 5:30 P.M. until 3:00 A.M. My job was running a drill press and I dreamed of going to California to record a record and entertain in Las Vegas. I thought of walking all the way from Lubbock over the Rockies to Las Vegas to get a job singing, (a distance of 1,200 miles) Then I would walk to Hollywood to record a record. I would be the first to hike over the Rockies with a guitar.

One day I quit my job and rode a bus to San Diego and lived there for awhile trying to get jobs singing. Then I moved to Hollywood and tried to record records for Capitol and Liberty. I went to several music studios to make a record. I even tried to get on the Steve Allen Show, Joey Bishop Show, and Art Linkletter's House Party. I made friends with a lot of people and bought a buckskin coat.

Then I went back to San Diego for awhile and then back to Lubbock. I got a job in a warehouse working from 3:00 P.M. to 11:00 A. M. I would entertain at two places in the afternoon during the summer and two places at night. I wrote songs and learned songs like mad while I was getting four hours of sleep each night for five months.

I got tired of working in a warehouse so I wrote Tiny Tim a letter with a picture of myself and musical instruments. I wanted him to help me record a record. By the way, my Dad died when I was 17 and he never heard me sing. Then my Mother remarried. I wanted to be on the Johnny Carson show like Tiny Tim.

A couple of Yankees from New York talked me into moving to New York. The latter of September after I turned 21 I quit me job in the warehouse and left Lubbock and bound for New York to be on the Johnny Carson Show. All of the way I was determined to sing at places to earn my way there. In my pocket was only $160, I went 350 miles to the east and pulled into Fort Worth.

I sang at a few places, made some money, guys discovered me and in three days my dream came true of recording a record called, "Paralyzed." In less than a week I was on Mercury Records. Then I did my first national TV show called "Laugh-In". My new record is called "I Took A Trip," which I dreamed would be on reocrd for five years.

God is my partner and he is on my side. It looks like that I will be able to record Gospel records, be on Johnny Carson, have my first date, and later on be in the Western movies. - The Legendary Stardust Cowboy

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quinta-feira, julho 28, 2005

Hasil Adkins

R.I.P. Hasil Adkins
April 29, 1937 - April 26, 2005
Farewell Hasil
Thanks for the Music


Please visit HasilAdkins.com


Hasil (pronounced Hassil) Adkins has played true lonesome country, hopped up blues, and boogie woogie rockabilly nonstop since 1949. He’s written more than 7,000 songs and can play all of them plus over 2,000 covers from memory! Hasil’s got the rhythm of a speeding freight train, a ready sense of humor, and soul that will find soft spots in even the hardest heart.
When Hasil was a child, he was so energetic that his mother would pin his shirt to the ground with a rock so she could pick greens. It shows in his music. Hasil plays four different parts on the guitar while drumming and singing or playing the harmonica. He might triple the tempo on a dime, or stop and tell you a joke. His rhythm is so erratic it can’t be transcribed—yet you can’t help but catch it.
Hasil is a notoriously wild member of the Rockabilly Hall of Fame. He has been known to barely sleep for weeks at a time, eat pounds of raw meat, and drink 4 liters and 5 fifths of vodka a day! He is also just about the nicest person you can meet. He is deeply spiritual. Hasil truly loves everybody and honestly wishes them the best. He has known great sorrow, but is a solid optimist.
Even if you don’t like music, you owe it to yourself to listen to Hasil Adkins. He’ll play the saddest and the happiest songs you’ll hear for a long time. Hasil will show you sorrow you didn’t know you had and he’ll make you laugh and help you feel very good.
Imagine Hank Williams, Robert Johnson, Jerry Lee Lewis, Bo Diddley, Johnny Cash, Screamin’ Jay Hawkins, George Jones, Leadbelly, Woody Guthrie, Dolemite, Thomas Edison, Uncle Jesse, Grandpa Munster, Groucho Marx, Johnny B. Goode, Casanova, Pretty Boy Floyd, and Sitting Bull in one body and you start to get the idea. Hasil Adkins is a torch bearer who has fought with legendary determination for the music and the world it embodies. Hasil Adkins is an incredible musician and a national treasure.



Heaven on their Minds
(Judas)

My mind is clearer now
At last
All too well
I can see
Where we all
Soon will be
If you strip away
The myth
From the man

You will see
Where we all
Soon will be

Jesus!
You've started to believe
The things they say of you
You really do believe
This talk of God is true


And all the good you've done
Will soon be swept away
You've begun to matter more
Than the things you say


Listen Jesus
I don't like what I see
All I ask is that you listen to me
And remember
I've been your right hand man all along
You have set them all on fire
They think they've found the new Messiah
And they'll hurt you when they find they're wrong




I remember when this whole thing began
No talk of God then, we called you a man

And believe me
My admiration for you hasn't died
But every word you say today
Gets twisted 'round some other way
And they'll hurt you if they think you've lied

Nazareth's most famous son
Should have stayed a great unknown
Like his father carving wood
He'd have made good
Tables, chairs and oaken chests

Would have suited Jesus best
He'd have caused nobody harm
No one alarm

Listen Jesus, do you care for your race?
Don't you see we must keep in our place?
We are occupied
Have you forgotten how put down we are?
I am frightened by the crowd
For we are getting much too loud
And they'll crush us if we go too far
If we go too far

Listen Jesus to the warning I give
Please remember that I want us to live
But it's sad to see our chances weakening with ev'ry hour
All your followers are blind
Too much heaven on their minds
It was beautiful, but now it's sour
Yes it's all gone sour

Ah --- ah ah ah --- ah
God Jesus, it's all gone sour

Listen Jesus to the warning I give
Please remember that I want us to live
So come on, come on, listen to me.
Ah --- ah
Come on, listen, listen to me.
Come on and listen to me.
Ah --- ah

domingo, julho 24, 2005

Nothing better to do!!!




You Are 30 Years Old

30


Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.

13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.

20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.

30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!

40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.












Your Love Style is Agape









You are a caring, kind, and selfless partner.

Unsurprisingly, your love style is the most rare.

You are willing to sacrfice your world for your sweetie.

Except it doesn't really feel like sacrifice to you.

For you, nothing feels better than giving to the one you love.









I am 67% Promiscuous.
Love It but Not a Freak
I like sex and have a healthy sex life. I get just enough and know how to use my sexuality. Some people might have a problem, but that is their problem not mine. They just need to get more.



you are
ALCOHOL





click HERE to see what kinda druggie
you are!

Fuck!!! Who Could Tell???
Well, i'm cleaning my act!!!

sexta-feira, julho 22, 2005

Charlie Parker






O meu bébe tá tão mimelas, só pede festas e mimos!!!
Pessoal tudo a mandar festinhas de melhoras para o meu menino!!!


I like to see you a little more fat

Quando estive a escolher a musica para o pontape de saida das minhas ferias estava convicto de teria de ser uma musica que descrevesse o meu estado de embriagues emocional. O cocktail e facil de preparar com uma qualquer handblender: 1dcl de sumo natural de terroristas, 1,5 dcl de panico policial, bigodes de gata q.b., raspas de uma suculenta burocracia britanica e por final um dente de papers para conferencia.



Por isso Honey White! Break on through! vamos la a cheirar qualquer coisa...

MAE WEST

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There were something about the chicks from the 30's, 40's and 50's...

quinta-feira, julho 21, 2005

Hoje de manhã, barbeava-me eu calmamente, quando o meu pai irrompe pela casa de banho a dentro com um tom aflito;
- O Charlie caiu da janela!!!
Vesti-me a pressa e saí meio atarantado.
Lá em baixo o meu bebé, magoado, tentava regressar a casa.
Peguei nele ao colo.
No regresso cruzámo-nos com um gato de rua, (focinho cheio de scars,um duro) que não me deixou passar, sem antes me marcar violentamente com as suas unhas.
Resumindo, o Charlie Parker fracturou um osso na pata traseira e vai ter de usar uma tala e colar(tipo abajur) durante oito dias.

quarta-feira, julho 20, 2005

O meu primeiro computador!







Escher ou devaneios de um portugues em Londres?

Escher?

terça-feira, julho 19, 2005

Faz alguns anos que ouvi pela primeira vez: "Mclaughlin - Al Di Meola - Paco De Lucia - Friday Night In San Francisco". Passados alguns anos, com a moda das triologias cinematograficas, reeditaram um novo encontro promovido pela verve... bom, mas nada como o espontaneo album de estudio Passion, Grace and Fire ou o Friday night...

O album e descritivel como um orgasmo de inicio ao fim... ainda me lembro de me por a tocar escalas melodicas para tentar sacar longiquos sons deste album; onde e que as unhas cortadas na direccao das cordas ja la vai.

Este post vai dedicado a uma rapariga que desconheco, nem me lembro da cara, mas que na casa de tras-os-montes tocou a primeira faixa (diga-se o solo do paco) deste album para os meus ouvidos entropecidos de alcool e verduras.

Bem como "recordar bla bla bla" aqui vai:

"Mclaughlin - Al Di Meola - Paco De Lucia - Friday Night In San Francisco"

segunda-feira, julho 18, 2005

Ilusoes Londrinas

Devido as dimensoes da cidade senti a necessidade de aderir, ha uns meses atras, a "moda" dos mp3players. Passar, em media, hora e tal em transportes publicos (daqueles que explodem) faz com que as coisas se tornem ...pelo menos menos desinteressantes.

Hoje tenho no mp3player: "Elis Regina: Live at Montreux Jazz Festival".
Haviam de ter visto, eram snobs a uivarem, eram velhotas a dancarem ao melhor ritmo de Ivete Sangalo, eram shafts a tirarem bones e darem cambalhotas, eram terroristas a tocarem tamborim, ate o autocarro saltitava ao som da magnifica voz de Elis. De latte com extrashot na mao, depois dos bons dias da sabrina e da piscadela da venezuelana.

domingo, julho 17, 2005

Moonshiner, um original dos Uncle Tupelo que prefiro ouvir na versão hipnotizante do Bob Dylan.

Durante anos esta música assombrou-me, cheguei mesmo a nao querer ouvi-la ou tocá-la (realty is a bitch).
Enquanto escrevo este post é ela que toca repetidamente.
I'm not afraid anymore because the times they are changing.
I really LOVE YOU!!!


I've been a moonshiner,
For seventeen long years,
I've spent all my money,
On whiskey and beer,
I go to some hollow,
And sit at my still
And if whiskey dont kill me,
Then I dont know what will,

I go to some bar room,
And drink with my friends,
Where the women cant follow,
And see what I spend,
God bless them pretty women,
I wish they was mine,
Their breath is as sweet,
The dew on the vine,

Let me eat when I am hungry,
Let me drink when I am dry,
A dollar when I am hard up,
Religion when I die,
The whole world's a bottle,
And life's but a dram,
When the bottle gets empty,
It sure aint worth a damn.

Zeca Medeiros

Foi há uns anos (muitos (ainda no secundario(naqueles cds do público(a cantar João Loio (gostaste Pandora?))))) que estabeleci o primeiro contacto com Zeca Medeiros, açoriano, cantor, realizador,...e por aí fora; o último foi com o "coro dos tribunais" de tributo a Adriano.

Soube há pouco que ganhou o prémio José Afonso de 2005. Se há artistas que me dão gozo serem bem sucedidos são desta raça. Parabéns!


Zeca Medeiros

sábado, julho 16, 2005

Eduardo o desaparecido.

Do Eduardo há uma história (na verdade são mais) que salta logo à memória; - Tenho uma gaja (contava ele) que, quando me faz um broche, coloca a língua no orifício da glande e me divide o esguicho!!!
A última vez que o encontrei foi num concerto de Palma há alguns (muitos) anos atrás, depois disso também lhe perdi o rasto.

O Atum é francês

LES FEUILLES MORTES

paroles: Jacques Prévert
musique: Joseph Kosma

Oh! je voudrais tant que tu te souviennes
Des jours heureux où nous étions amis
En ce temps-là la vie était plus belle,
Et le soleil plus brûlant qu'aujourd'hui
Les feuilles mortes se ramassent à la pelle
Tu vois, je n'ai pas oublié...
Les feuilles mortes se ramassent à la pelle,
Les souvenirs et les regrets aussi
Et le vent du nord les emporte
Dans la nuit froide de l'oubli.
Tu vois, je n'ai pas oublié
La chanson que tu me chantais.

C'est une chanson qui nous ressemble
Toi, tu m'aimais et je t'aimais
Et nous vivions tous deux ensemble
Toi qui m'aimais, moi qui t'aimais
Mais la vie sépare ceux qui s'aiment
Tout doucement, sans faire de bruit
Et la mer efface sur le sable
Les pas des amants désunis.

Les feuilles mortes se ramassent à la pelle,
Les souvenirs et les regrets aussi
Mais mon amour silencieux et fidèle
Sourit toujours et remercie la vie
Je t'aimais tant, tu étais si jolie,
Comment veux-tu que je t'oublie?
En ce temps-là, la vie était plus belle
Et le soleil plus brûlant qu'aujourd'hui
Tu étais ma plus douce amie
Mais je n'ai que faire des regrets
Et la chanson que tu chantais
Toujours, toujours je l'entendrai!

C'est une chanson qui nous ressemble
Toi, tu m'aimais et je t'aimais
Et nous vivions tous deux ensemble
Toi qui m'aimais, moi qui t'aimais
Mais la vie sépare ceux qui s'aiment
Tout doucement, sans faire de bruit
Et la mer efface sur le sable
Les pas des amants désunis.

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Jethro Tull

In the latter months of 1967, four shaggy wannabe's congregated in the Southern UK town of Luton, Bedfordshire. From the debris of the disillusioned and disintegrated John Evan Band and McGregor's Engine, the naïve, untutored talents of Ian Anderson, Mick Abrahams, Glenn Cornick and Clive Bunker tentatively coalesced to form the original Jethro Tull line-up.

After fulfilling a few remaining dates under the John Evan banner, the group established themselves as Jethro Tull, new resident band at London's famous Marquee club, albeit after a few false start identities ("Navy Blue", "Ian Henderson's Bag 'o Blues", Jethro Toe" and the certainly suicidal "Candy Coloured Rain").

By March 1968, they had built a following as the new face of the blues-based British underground music scene. Lines stretched around the block on a Thursday night when they performed at the Marquee. Ian Anderson would typically join the line as if to buy a ticket himself wearing the shabby hand-me-down overcoat which was to become his trademark for the next few years. Often, he would be seen with a Woolworth's carrier bag containing flute, harmonicas, alarm clock and hot water bottle, in strange precursor role of the Aqualung/tramp persona.

John Peel and Brian Mathews (BBC Radio) and John Gee (The Marquee Club) were influential in championing the cause of the band in these early months.

Following appearances in Hyde Park and at the Sunbury Jazz and Blues Festival in the summer of '68, the band gained wider public recognition with the release of their first album "This Was" which, whilst paying homage to the blues heritage which they all revered, hinted at the broader influences which were to become apparent in the post-Mick Abrahams times to follow.

After the personal and musical differences which marked the then acrimonious separation, Mick Abrahams left to form the briefly successful "Blodwyn Pig". The remaining Tull boys embarked, with the then unproven addition of replacement Martin Barre, on the recording of the landmark album "Stand Up" at the beginning of 1969.

Without the support of John Peel and others, the group struggled to regain the approval of both public and media alike.

Happily, the new record, "Stand Up" proved to be a great success, and lead the way to new opportunities in Europe and the USA. Ian Anderson's music writing came of age with this album and the influences of classical, jazz, folk and ethnic music forms made the eclectic result an early landmark for the band.

After achieving the Number One position in the UK album charts, Tull, initially in the shadow of Led Zeppelin and others, began the explosive ascent to the lofty heights of US stardom, culminating during the next three years in the cover stories of Time and Rolling Stone magazines, five nights at the Forum in Los Angeles and three nights at Madison Square Gardens, New York.

A few hit singles livened up the band's career, amongst them, "Living in the Past", written during the first US tour early in 1969, to keep warm the reputation back home in the UK.

However, it was the albums as a whole which provided the strength for the developing Jethro Tull, containing as they did, not one, but usually several classic rock radio-friendly tracks to keep the band's profile high between concert tours and new releases.

"Benefit", "Aqualung", and the so-called concept albums "Thick as a Brick" and "A passion Play" confirmed the progressive rock tag which complemented other terms like "Art-rock", "Blues-rock", "Folk-rock", and "Hard-rock", depending on the critics' personal views of the often-complex musical thought trains of flautist and singer, Ian Anderson.

Jeffrey Hammond-Hammond replaced Cornick on Bass, Barriemore Barlow took over the drum chair from Bunker, and the addition of old school chum John Evan on piano made easier the transition from the blues band of '68 to the band of the mid-seventies who sounded like…...well, just sounded like Jethro Tull.

The first rock act since the Beatles to perform at Shea Stadium, New York, Tull laid claim to the live concert throne in North America. Howard Stern studiously learned the lyrics to "Aqualung". Elton John set about regaining the title of most-people-played-to in major US cities. Bill Clinton wisely chose saxophone over the flute.

Not without its share of critical abuse, Tull pushed on with difficult and sometimes controversial themes, often falling into a knowing self-parody and employing humour to "lighten up" the occasionally bombastic and overly serious subject matter.

With two number one albums in the USA and other world-wide chart and sales success behind them, the band began to remove itself from the more commercially-driven side of recording and touring. Through the latter 70's and into the 80's,they produced several records and tours which, although not replicating their earlier numerical successes, proved throughout the world the enduring artistic credibility of a band continually able to reinvent itself.

"Warchild", "Too Old to Rock and Roll: Too Young to Die", "Minstrel in the Gallery", "Songs from the Wood", and "Heavy Horses" saw the popularity of the band extend into parts of the world where rock music had not hitherto been encouraged and the Tull legend from Buenos Aires to Budapest took root, eventually to be rewarded by the many tours in places where other acts feared, or simply did not care, to tread.

At various times, David Palmer, John Glascock, Dave Pegg, drummer Doane Perry, and more recently, current members Andrew Giddings on keyboards and bassist Jonathan Noyce have brought their unique and valuable contributions to the line-up to join the ever-ready mainstay guitarist Martin Barre who, like Anderson himself, provided the continuity and legacy of the earlier years.

The loyalty of the long-standing fans and the ongoing enlistment of new converts were to ensure the survival of Tull into the eighties and nineties with "Crest of a Knave" ('87) and "Roots to Branches" ('95) being highlights of those decades, together with the Ian Anderson solo flute album "Divinities" providing the first Billboard Magazine number one chart record since 1973.

With 60 million albums sold and over 2500 concerts played in 40 countries, the band continue to record and perform, typically 100 shows to around 300,000 people each year throughout all the major rock and roll territories of the world.

Tull still draw the crowds across the US and all of Europe, frequently out-performing the current darlings of the pop world, increasingly so as the true worth of the cream of the last three decades of rock music is grasped by younger generations as well as the contemporaries of the band themselves.

Just as the record sales and reputations of the Grateful Dead, Jimi Hendrix and Led Zeppelin enjoy the ongoing rich fruits of fan-base loyalty, Tull continue to pursue, alive and kicking, the goals of musical development into the new millennium, without the constriction of management and record company-induced commercial considerations.

In early 2002, Jethro Tull completed their first DVD of live concert and performance material. Also released is the new associated live CD. Both are entitled, “LIVING WITH THE PAST”.

Doubtless, hundreds of thousand of fans of all ages will thrill to the trill of flute, and twirl to the twang of string over humbucker. Critics will gripe and grumble, and contemporary radio will say, "Who? Thought they quit years ago to go fish-farming."

Still, what do they know? Well, go tell them……….


Rodney Quill,
March 2002.



sexta-feira, julho 15, 2005

Sempre tive o hábito de intervir nas reuniões em que participo.

Nesta última e, após o presidente da direcçao ter aberto a conversa à "plateia", perguntei (depois de ter levantado o braço e me ter sido dada a palavra) :
- Quando é que recebemos o mês de junho???
- Se tivesse chegado a tempo à reunião ja sabia a resposta a essa pergunta!!!
- Peço desculpa mas só saio às nove e trinta ( a reunião era às nove) e não pude chegar mais cedo!!!
- Então posso-lhe dizer que vai receber ainda esta semana (hoje)
Hoje (já depois de saber que nao vou receber senão lá para o fim deste mês (na melhor das hipóteses)), já no meu local de trabalho, recebo uma chamada. Era a Gestapo. Ao que parece enganara-me na reunião e acidentalmente participara num comício em Nuremberga.
Irritado, o Hitler nao esteve com meias medidas e mandou o Herr Flick dar-me uma pissada.
Que estupidez a minha, já devia saber que não tinha nada que pedir o salário em atraso, eu às vezes até parece que sou doido!!!


Aqui deixo a minha rage against the machine:


Yeah! Come on!

Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Motherfucker!


quinta-feira, julho 14, 2005

Enquanto ouço "What god wants, Part I" (Roger Water - Amused to death)

O céu de londres entra na hora de se abater sobre a cidade, três gasómetros à minha frente dão o enquadramento perfeito a waters. Os candeeiros começam a apoderar-se das ruas como se de uma revolução se tratasse, toda uma ordem diária desabar nas mãos do watt. Toda uma ordem fútil e mascarada... (começou o "Perfect sense, Part I")...mas nada continua a fazer sentido, as ruas de londres amanhã vão acordar da mesma maneira, a sabrina a dar-me os bons dias no starbucks, a venezuelana a dizer bouns diás, o meu latte com extra shot a queimar-me a mão porque nao quero gastar mais papel (ainda que reciclado), o "meu" grego a dar-me os parabéns pelo "excelente" trabalho e logo a seguir a pedir-me o relatório e o paper escritos...o waters vai dizendo que o sentido está nos doláres

"Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
Expressed in dollars and cents,
Pounds, shillings and pence
Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense"

estou cansado. Estou saturado. uma semana para as férias.

21:30!! ainda n jantei... aí vou eu...já agora partilho com vocês o que vou fazer hoje... a iguaria de hoje é: salada!!!

vou meter lettuce, coriander, parsley, eggs, tuna (vamos ao atum joao?), cheese (português claro está), chourizo (já que comecei em inglês...vocês haviam de ver como é que eles chamam à besta do José Mourinho...qualquer coisa como Iozé Mouinho), olives (permiti-me esta estravagância...azeitonas gregas)... e simpsons! serie 2!

lá vou eu...

James Douglas Morrison





"Real poetry doesn't say anything, it just ticks off the possibilities, opens all doors. You can walk through any one that suits you. If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it's to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel."




Spaceboy

Cada vez que ouco Smashing Pumpkins lembro-me do Eduardo. Grande companheiro, completamente desaparecido dos meus registos. Ainda me lembro quando um dia chego a casa dele e ele vira-se para mim e comeca a tocar o solo do Wish you were here. Foi algures nesses momentos que decidi comecar a tocar algum instrumento depois de na primaria, ter faltado a um mes de aulas de piano so porque tinham decidido isso sem me consultar...e acho que o posso responsabilizar nao so pela boas memorias que tenho dele, como tambem do gosto de intervir na musica.
Bem voltanto ao spaceboy... Smashing Pumpkins, sim gosto! e tenho quase todas as memorias associadas ao Eduardo, casa dele, states, minha casa, cassetes, videos, ... ate a recusa que os meus pais me deram de ir sozinho com ele para lisboa ver um concerto do outro lado do rio...
A ultima memoria que tenho dele, foi o approach a Juanita...nunca cheguei bem a perceber porque ela n quis.

E gosto particularmente do album em que ele me apresentou os smashing pumpkins:"Siamese dream".



Comfortably numb

Hello?
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone home?
Come on, now.
I hear you're feeling down.
Well I can ease your pain,
Get you on your feet again.
Relax.
I need some information first.
Just the basic facts,
Can you show me where it hurts?
There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're sayin'.
When I was a child I had a fever.
My hands felt just like two balloons.
Now I got that feeling once again.
I can't explain, you would not understand.
This is not how I am.
I have become comfortably numb.
Ok.
Just a little pinprick.
There'll be no more ...Aaaaaahhhhh!
But you may feel a little sick.
Can you stand up?
I do believe it's working. Good.
That'll keep you going for the show.
Come on it's time to go.
There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're sayin'.
When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse,
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone.
I cannot put my finger on it now.
The child is grown, the dream is gone.
I have become comfortably numb.

quarta-feira, julho 13, 2005

Achei que podia deixar aqui uma lista para meter nojo.

8, 9 e 10 de Julho - North Sea Jazz 2005

Oscar Peterson (finalmente)
Hermeto Pascoal (!)
Jimmy Cobb
Bobby McFerrin
Randy Weston
Joe Zawinul
Toots Thielemans
Daniela Mercury (samba-reggae! São Salvador Bahia!)
McCoy Tyner
Richard Galliano
Benny Golson
Cedar Walton
John Zorn
Ronnie Mathews

e mais uns nomes não tão assustadores.

E, claro, tudo gravado em mini-disc. MWAHAHA!

terça-feira, julho 12, 2005


(guardian.co.uk)

Como tenho de viver aqui nos proximos anos, vou achando piada a estes cartoons

Dino Segre...

Um autor italiano da primeira metade do século XX gozou de certa fama na Europa e foi amplamente traduzido em português. Usou o pseudónimo de Pittigrilli e deveu provavelmente o seu êxito à maneira como usava os conceitos e os paradoxos, lidando com eles como um prestidigitador faz às bolas que sobem, descem, rodopiam e lhe caem sempre nas mãos. Um dos seus romances, se a memória não nos atraiçoa, começava por uma declaração comovida de um juiz presidente de um tribunal sobre a convicção íntima de que deveria mandar a ré em paz, desejo que não poderia concretizar porque os colegas, tanto o que estava sentado à sua direita como o que se encontrava à sua esquerda, não teriam essa agilidade de espírito. Tão sentida e profunda é a arenga do magistrado, que o leitor fica automaticamente preparado para que a obra seja uma demonstração da inocência da acusada. Ora, grande parte do que se segue é exactamente o oposto, por forma a deixar na testemunha muda que acompanha o evoluir da obra a convicção de que a culpa era bem maior do que parecia...

Pittigrilli, um escritor que hoje ninguém lê, mas andava em voga e de que as moçoilas não podiam nem chegar perto (...) dizia mais ou menos que, em vez de se preocuparem tanto com a integridade dessa honra, melhor fariam as mulheres italianas em lavá-la, com água mesmo e não com sangue, pelo menos uma vez por dia. E, de facto, é triste, acho que como ele próprio ainda disse, viver numa sociedade em que a honra feminina é portada entre as pernas, que coisa mais estúpida, meu Deus do céu. (...) Quantas vidas se perderam, quantos destinos se estragaram, quantas tragédias não houve, quantos conventos não foram abarrotados desumanamente, por causa da honra de tantas e tantas infelizes?"

O famoso escritor italiano de estilo sarcástico, Pittigrilli, dizia: «Há dois tipos de mulheres solteironas: As úteis, que são sexualmente activas, e as inúteis ou virgens rançosas, que se mantêm virgens por serem lésbicas ou indesejadas».

segunda-feira, julho 11, 2005

Aqui vai uma provocação a todas as mulheres que não lêem este blog (podem deixar comentários nas "almas perdidas")

"...Frequentava raramente as mulheres, esses maravilhosos seres, avessos ao raciocínio, que desabam a própria cólera contra as coisas inanimadas e estão sempre na impossibilidade física de se calarem..." (in Loura Dolicocéfala)

domingo, julho 10, 2005

Acordei... Aretha Franklin



Let me hear say yeah! let me hear say yeah!

yeah!

say it again!

yeah!

say it again!

yeah!

just one more time! let me hear say yeah!

YEAH!

Oh gosh what a woman!

sexta-feira, julho 08, 2005

Esta noite estou Jimi



E como estou ao pe do Royal Albert Hall, aqui vai o concerto no edificio (quando penso que ate wrestling ja ca puseram dentro...). Ah! que se foda...

Well she’s walking through the clouds
With a circus mind that’s running round
Butterflies and zebras
And moonbeams and fairy tales
That’s all she ever thinks about
Riding with the wind.

When I’m sad, she comes to me
With a thousand smiles, she gives to me free
It’s alright she says it’s alright
Take anything you want from me, anything
Anything.

Fly on little wing,
Yeah yeah, yeah, little wing

Lembro-me dessa!... acho que foi ai no tasco do homem ai de baixo, e se bem me lembro: jack daniels ou wild turkey em abundacia? e os mais do que obvios amendoins. Eu lembro-me, eram de Los Angeles e uma tinha ido passar uma temporada ao Brasil, pelo que tinha aprendido os minimos da lingua de alvaro de campos.

Por falar nisso..."outra vez", a origem da palavra fado vem mesmo dai: das "mulheres do fado"

Mas se o Bon Jovi e a Britney Spears vendem cds porque e que nao havemos nos tambem de vender alguma coisa?

A Severa foi se embora...

O fado já foi do povo, mas desde que subiu na vida anda todo emproado. As suas cantadeiras, outrora mulheres de má fama, são nos dias de hoje "meninas bem" vestidas por designers da alt couture.
Recordo-me de estar no piano negro ao paleio com duas Estado Unidenses (Los Angeles se não me falha a memória), uma delas apreciadora de fado, e de começar a vociferar:
- O FADO PERTENCE ÀS TABERNAS E ÀS PUTAS!!!
- O FADO É DAS PUTAS!!!
O povo é sempre delapidado. O Fado que em tempos idos povoava os becos, tascas e vãos de escada, anda agora na BBC a ganhar prémios.

Ó tempo volta para trás...

Mais oui c'est ça!



Piano Negro




quinta-feira, julho 07, 2005

Bem...vou ouvir o somethin' else

e em particular por este autumn leaves a tocar bem loud...

Londres em Julho is a mess...

ao menos faco a viagem de barco a ouvir miles

quarta-feira, julho 06, 2005

Qui a tué bambi?

Quanto tempo de morou o filme? duas horas... ou terão sido 3 dias?

Pitigrilli contemporaneo:

Hoje nao consigo escrever um post.

CAÇA

Fica aqui um conselho para quem o quiser utilizar (retirado do meu Modus Operandi (no need for it anymore (há muito que deixei de ter fascínio pelo pano verde))). Quem quer ser caçador deve assumir sempre uma postura de presa.
São as leoas que caçam e não o leão. Se a postura for de presa, o estado de alerta a possiveis ataques é muito maior do que quando se assume uma postura de caçador; o espaço de manobra é também muito maior.

Mas o melhor conselho que posso deixar aqui é : DEIXEM DE JOGAR!!! The reward is far better.



Maluco Beleza
Raul Seixas

Composição: Raul Seixas


Enquanto você se esforça pra ser
um sujeito normal
e fazer tudo igual

Eu do meu lado, aprendendo a ser louco
Um maluco total
na loucura real

Controlando a minha maluquez
misturada com minha lucidez

Vou ficar
ficar com certeza
maluco beleza


Este caminho que eu mesmo escolhi
É tão fácil seguir
por não ter onde ir

Controlando a minha maluquez
misturada com minha lucidez

Vou ficar
ficar com certeza
maluco beleza
Eu vou ficar.....

FOR FUCK SAKE!!!

Being dead and buried doesn’t mean you can’t have friends over!
LATEST NEWS :: More Legal Issues in the USA - Details to follow ::

Welcome to SeeMeRot.com this site is dedicated to all who have gone before us. Two months ago we attached the worlds first 'Live Coffin Cams' to the interior of our subjects' casket. This was done after friends and family had seen the deceased for the last time. We then travelled over 2000 miles with the casket to the family’s chosen burial place. [undisclosed to protect gravesite]
Having arrived at the graveyard a small ceremony was held, after which the final preparations were made to our transmitting hardware and lighting units. All went according to plan (at first) and the casket was lowered just after lunchtime April 15th, 2003. Cam tests were carried out at the site and the grave was sealed! We then set off back to our office in the heart of Seattle.
From our base in Seattle we should have been able to control the lighting and 'refresh rate' of the camera equipment. Unfortunately, we had problems from the start, lighting and mounting issues meant that the cam was not only almost impossible to see but also the zoom mal-functioned. We trust that the new site will be more suitable. We hope you find SeeMeRot.com a fascinating place to visit over the coming months.
We will be able to view the new cam for many years, several modifications have been made to this latest cam and the casket itself - Whilst it is still buried 'six feet under', the staging area of this unit suits our technical requirements far better. Thanks for stopping by.
Should you wish to discuss plans for your own 'Coffin Cam' for family and friends, please contact us for pricing details.
Information about the livecam
Our ‘HeadCam’ refreshes at a default rate of 1/10 second.
We will not edit/remove any photo.
Viewer discretion is advised.
Due to the poor response to our foot cam, the team felt it was not required for this project.
General information
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As with our last subject, the family wishes the identity of the deceased to remain anonymous. We shall respect their wishes.

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terça-feira, julho 05, 2005

Oral Sex: A Dangerous New Trend!



If you are living in a defiled marriage, meaning unequally yoked (wedded to a non-Baptist), and your unsaved spouse burns with lustful curiosity about oral sexual gratification, read this important article!

Freehold, Iowa - Creation Science teaches us that a thousand years to human beings is like a light burp to the Lord. So, it isn't any wonder that God is just now finding out that His most sinful creatures (humans) have become very keen on slithering their tongues like a serpent of Satan into disgusting places on other folks' bodies that they can't reach on their own. Creation Scientists are beginning to believe that the talk around the water coolers in Heaven is that God's creatures on Earth are using their mouths for a lot more than simply eating food and preaching the Gospel.

Recent studies in Creation Science show us that oral sex can be extremely dangerous! We know this to be a fact. For those of you young people who have not yet been to Bible College, and are reading this article, "oral sex," means the placement of a hoochie or a tallywhacker into a human mouth. Creation research indicates that Satan is using the human tongue to infiltrate the soul by way of the vagina, anus, and hole in the tip of the penis (enormous penises have bigger holes, allowing for a greater number of demons to gain entrance, which is why black men commit so much crime). Creation Scientists have not yet determined exactly how thousands of tiny little demons extract themselves from human semen and vaginal excretions, but they are convinced that the human tongue is being used as their makeshift nest. "It is on the palette where the devil's minions spawn and reproduce like a swarms of tiny red maggots." says Landover Baptist Creation Scientist, Dr. Jonathan Edwards. "Once enough of them are bred, an army is assembled. They exit the nesting area and enter the throat. It is at this point, you are infected, and the battle for your soul begins."

Creation research on oral sex was started about a year ago when Pastor Horace Wilkins of Freehold, Iowa, through means his son is now reconciled with, once acquired some of his boy's own semen in the middle of the night, and used a tongue-depressor and a large eye-dropper to splash torrents of the gooey liquid down a bullfrog's gullet. The frog died instantly. As a follow up experiment, Creation Scientist, Dr. Jonathan Edwards tried the same thing on a cat, using a sample of coagulated secretions he found inside of his mother's vagina. The pussy died within fifteen minutes. Our researchers have come a long way since those first two experiments, but these results alone should be enough to raise the hair on the back of your neck and make you think twice about committing oral sex. Oral sex is like playing Russian roulette, but instead of holding a steel gun to your head, you are placing a gun made of skin into your mouth.

For about two thousand years now, married Christian couples didn't think twice about embracing the luxury afforded them in the 13th Chapter of Hebrews, verse 4 ("Marriage is honorable in all, and the bed undefiled"), as a free ticket to act like a pair of coked-up San Fernando Valley porn stars whenever they jumped in bed together. Although the Bible clearly gives married couples a license to male on female sodomy, the freedom to bring whips, French maid outfits, clippers, scat play, and in dozens of cases - outright murder!* into the wedding bed, we are beginning to understand, through the miracle of Creation Science that the Lord feels a need to draw the line somewhere. At Landover Baptist, we are honored to be on the cutting edge of Christendom by openly discouraging oral gratification, even among married couples!

A Warning to Unwed Saved Young People:

Christian young people today are just as eager as their ancestors were to partake in the Bible-based sexual revolution that the Apostle Paul affords us in his "if you're married you can be as freaky as you want" quip from Hebrews, but it just might be because of countless generations of pre-marital fornicating recklessness that the good Lord saw fit to poison oral pleasure. The talk outside the prayer closets in Bible Colleges across this country used to be, "if you don't put it in, it ain't no sin." We've all been outside our fair share of prayer closets in our lives, feeling the blood racing, the pulse pounding - believing that we could do anything we wanted but, "it," to that cute little Elementary Education major with the heavenly ankles. Lord knows, most of us are so skilled by the time we get out of Bible college that we can flip flop a music hall recital nook into a rectal depository and without batting our eyes turn the same den of iniquity into an emergency prayer closet to suit the Lord's will. Well, thanks to modern breakthroughs in Creation Science, we are beginning to understand just a little bit more about what we call, the chemistry of the Lord's will. To put it quite frankly, Creation Science is teaching us that our loving God in Heaven won't think twice about giving Satan permission to assemble a swarm of tiny little soul eating demons on the tip of your tongue for having oral sex! Yes! Even if you are married! So, unwed saved young people, if you value your lives, you need to stop fooling around RIGHT NOW! As True Christians™, it is our sworn duty to do everything in our power to prevent the Lord from getting irritated. So, young ladies need to wipe the semen from their chins and get right with the Lord! And young men, the only crack your nose needs to be in is the open crack of the Holy Bible!


Who the fuck comes up with is shit ???
Although, i must say: What a prolific and creative mind!!!

Le Serpent qui danse

Que j'aime voir, chère indolente,
De ton corps si beau,
Comme une étoffe vacillante,
Miroiter la peau !

Sur ta chevelure profonde
Aux âcres parfums,
Mer odorante et vagabonde
Aux flots bleus et bruns,

Comme un navire qui s'éveille
Au vent du matin,
Mon âme rêveuse appareille
Pour un ciel lointain.

Tes yeux, où rien ne se révèle
De doux ni d'amer,
Sont deux bijoux froids où se mêle
L'or avec le fer.

À te voir marcher en cadence,
Belle d'abandon,
On dirait un serpent qui danse
Au bout d'un bâton.

Sous le fardeau de ta paresse
Ta tête d'enfant
Se balance avec la mollesse
D'un jeune éléphant,

Et ton corps se penche et s'allonge
Comme un fin vaisseau
Qui roule bord sur bord et plonge
Ses vergues dans l'eau.

Comme un flot grossi par la fonte
Des glaciers grondants,
Quand l'eau de ta bouche remonte
Au bord de tes dents,

Je crois boire un vin de Bohême,
Amer et vainqueur,
Un ciel liquide qui parsème
D'étoiles mon cœur !

A natureza tem destas coisas bonitas





segunda-feira, julho 04, 2005



Respiro o teu corpo

Respiro o teu corpo:
sabe a lua-de-água
ao amanhecer,
sabe a cal molhada,
sabe a luz mordida,
sabe a brisa nua,
ao sangue dos rios,
sabe a rosa louca,
ao cair da noite
sabe a pedra amarga,
sabe à minha boca.

Eugénio de Andrade

domingo, julho 03, 2005

Natural High

Baixei os dois vidros do peugeot.
Pelo o calor que o asfalto libertava acelerei. Para trás iam ficando malhas de guitarra que se desprendiam da strocaster do Hendrix.

Dissonância cognitiva time:

"When I think back
On all the crap I learned in high school
It’s a wonder
I can think at all
And though my lack of education
Hasn’t hurt me none
I can read the writing on the wall"

"Estará ela apenas a ser simpática ou está efectivamente interessada???"
Meus senhores (there's a nice ring to it) a questão é intemporal.
in the wild (Madagascar( mnemónica)) as fêmeas libertam feromonas para dar a entender que estao no período de acasalamento.
Já nós, animais domêsticos e hipócritas, pegamos em algo inocente e transformamo-lo num jogo de azar (contra mim falo(pênis(esta merda da mnemónica é um bom caminho para chegar à loucura( pois in the old days era um autêntico hustler )))
O risco deste tipo the forplays é; o percurso tornar-se mais interessante do que a meta.

O louco que persiste na sua loucura torna-se sábio (acho que ja coloquei isto num post anterior mas que se foda) a chatice é que william Blake houve só um e, devido a sua dimensao intelectual, pôde dar-se ao luxo de mandar bitaites destes.

Se estiverem interessados um no outro as coisas acontecem naturalmente... digo eu!?

Like a Hurricane
(Neil Young)

Once I thought I saw you in a crowded hazy bar,
Dancing on the light from star to star.
Far across the moonbeam I know that’s who you are,
I saw your brown eyes turning once to fire.

You are like a hurricane
There’s calm in your eye.
And I’m gettin’ blown away
To somewhere safer where the feeling stays.
I want to love you but I’m getting blown away.

I am just a dreamer, but you are just a dream,
You could have been anyone to me.
Before that moment you touched my lips
That perfect feeling when time just slips
Away between us on our foggy trip.

You are like a hurricane
There’s calm in your eye.
And I’m gettin’ blown away
To somewhere safer where the feeling stays.
I want to love you but I’m getting blown away.

You are just a dreamer, and I am just a dream.
You could have been anyone to me.
Before that moment you touched my lips
That perfect feeling when time just slips
Away between us on our foggy trip.

You are like a hurricane
There’s calm in your eye.
And I’m gettin’ blown away
To somewhere safer where the feeling stays.
I want to love you but I’m getting blown away.

Desde a célebre sapateira, que tenho vindo a colocar algumas receitas... hoje é dia de outra cowboiada...concerteza a última nesta casa.

Sem título
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ingredientes:
1,5 kg de vitela(alcatra(rump), pujadouro ou lombo!!(fillet se houver muito dinheiro))
pimenta
sal grosso (detesto a mania dos ingleses do sal fino)
cebolas pequenas (daquelas minusculas)
tomate
vinagre


A carne deve estar cortada em 3 a 4 bocados grandes.
Temperar com graos de pimenta (fazer furos e enfiar bolas de pimenta), sal, pimenta moida, e vinagre muito vianagre para a carne ficar macia (1,5 dcl). Esperar uma a duas horas.

Depois, em azeite, alourar a carne de cada um dos lados. Feito isto, segue-se um jogo de paciencia: ir juntando alguma agua no tacho e ir virando os nacos. Isto durante uma hora, passada a qual se juntam as cebolas e o tomate (quantidades qb).

Espero ter tachos para fazer um arroz para acompanhar.

Para sobremesa:
Cerejas, Morangos, Ananas e Manga

Então rapaziada o que acharam?

1. Speak To Me - Breathe
2. Money
3. Wish you were here (sempre se confirma que o Syd morreu)
4. Comfortably numb

É sempre estranho... tenho aquele sentimento pós orgasmo, mas o que é que eu estava à espera? de ver jovens a tocar a musica que ouço nos cds?

O Gilmour esteve bem e o Waters também (a idade não perdoa e as mãos já começam a tremelicar).

sábado, julho 02, 2005

Tinhamos descido até à baixa, e ele disse-me:"Se queres ler Baudelaire leva este: Les Fleurs du Mal"


(xupacabras)

"...Ô blasphème de l'art ! Ô surprise fatale !
La femme au corps divin, promettant le bonheur,
Par le haut se termine en monstre bicéphale !..." (Baudelaire)

E nao e que o Hyde Park esta fechado?!



Money, Comfortably Numb, I wish you were here

Queres desenvolver?

No outro dia estava a dialogar pelo famoso messenger, quando me faltou a expressão que a C**** (claro) me tinha contagiado.... só me vinha à memória "queres aprofundar?", "queres esclarecer?", "queres divagar?", "queres falar sobre isso?",... mas nada é tão conciso e brilhante, para manipular uma conversa, como o "Queres desenvolver?"; traduz a curiosidade de uma forma inteligente, sem pressionar em demasia o outro, quase que impingindo que o outro é que tinha vontade de falar sobre o assunto.

Claro que nunca me iria lembrar de tal expressão de psicólogo, por isso mesmo tive de lhe perguntar. Ao que ela me associou a qualquer coisa a haver com extermínio e ainda de corrosivo, pelo que fiquei de facto com a ideia que esta expressão tem um peso negativo sobre quem a pronuncia. Não é inocente o uso de : "Queres desenvolver", mas é mesmo por essa causa que eu tinha de me lembrar!

Não fiquem com má ideia da C**** eu fui mesmo corrosivo...ou ainda serei? De repente veio-me à memória os quadros do Escher.

sexta-feira, julho 01, 2005

Ele é Grande!



Estória,
Oscar Peterson: "Estavamos nós no festival de Montreaux (aquele cd do double bassists!), quando o Niels chega ao pé do Ray para lhe dar o contrabaixo, o Niels começa a tocar, ao que passado um bocado o Ray vira-se para ele: "hey man don't do that with my bass!"

Rapazes...ele tocou o "Hymn for Freedom"!

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